Chapter 278 Happiness
The trees are green and the summer is long.

Zhang Yunqi hasn't been to school for a week and one day.

In the summer morning light, when he came to class again, he saw the same classmates and the same classroom, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that things had changed. Chu Jian didn't come, but the students in the class seemed to know that Chu Jian's father Chu Dapeng had died in a car accident.

Wang Mingzhen, the head teacher, talked to Zhang Yunqi about how he hadn't been to school for so long. Zhang Yunqi told him the truth. He didn't think there was anything to hide. He wasn't interested in spreading some of his stories around the world, but there would always be people who knew about it. As the head teacher, Wang Mingzhen might not be completely unaware of it. At least after hearing what Zhang Yunqi said, he didn't look surprised.

Later, Zhang Yunqi asked for bereavement leave for Chujian. Wang Mingzhen asked him when Chujian's father would be buried. Zhang Yunqi said next Saturday. Wang Mingzhen nodded and said nothing more. She just told him to focus on studying when he was free and to comfort Chujian more recently. She trusted him more.

There was a Chinese class in the morning. Wang Mingzhen did not bring his lesson plan as usual. He just used his sharp tongue to talk about everything under the sun in the classroom, and his laughter, anger and scolding were all made up.

He gave his classmates a modern Chinese reading material. The article was a bit strange and hard to digest. It began: "I boarded an open-air train, but it was not a car because it did not run on the ground; it was like a raft, but it did not run on water; it was like an airplane, but it had no cabin and was a long train; it looked like an automated conveyor belt, very long, with railings on both sides, full of passengers, running in the sea of ​​clouds..."

Every sentence is a metaphor, like a dream talk.

Using it for reading comprehension will make it difficult for these children.

Wang Mingzhen leaned against the podium and asked, "Does anyone here understand this article?"

There were few responses.

When Wang Mingzhen's eyes swept across the empty seat in front of Zhang Yunqi as usual, he was silent for a long time, then smiled: "I don't expect you to understand it, but maybe it will be useful to you in the future."

In the following time, Wang Mingzhen leaned on the podium, starting with Yang Jiang's "Meng Po Tea", and talked casually with the students of Class 156 about freedom, ideals, and life and death.

He said it was a train leading to death, and each of us would eventually board it.

He also said that the deaths of Qian Zhongshu and Qian Yuan one after another: "In a long life, life and death will gradually exchange positions. Death becomes lighter, like freedom, and living becomes a heavy thing. I hope that after leaving school and entering society, when you carry the increasingly heavy burden of life and move forward, you can still be like this now, thriving, vigorous, and sharp, and have the ability to feel happiness."

The sun is shining brightly, with dappled light and shadows.

In that Chinese class, when Zhang Yunqi occasionally looked up, he saw a ray of sunlight splitting the classroom in two. Under the beam of light, there were specks of dust. The old man with gray hair and disheveled appearance was standing in the dust, talking slowly and leisurely. Every speck of dust was flying dazzlingly, forming a very unforgettable picture of his high school life.

When school was over, it started raining heavily in Jiangchuan again.

The dark clouds that meandered in from the coast blocked all the sunlight over the city. Strong winds swept through the branches, and the leaves fell one after another. Some were carried away by the water, while others turned into mud. The green life was gone forever.

It was almost seven when Zhang Yunqi arrived at Songlin Building. Li Jilin and Wang Guibing were chatting with the guests in the private room, including Xiao Lijun, director of the Municipal Sports Lottery Center, and Lin Yongqiang, who had bought out the lottery sales rights.

Seeing Zhang Yunqi coming in, Li Jilin stood up and introduced him. However, Liansheng is a supplier of the Municipal Sports Lottery Center. The buyer is the father and the seller is the son. Not to mention that the Municipal Sports Lottery Center is also a public institution under the Sports Bureau. At the end of last year, the backlog of canned goods in Longjingyuan was sold out to recover part of the funds. The Municipal Sports Lottery Center helped a lot. When inviting such a father to drink, the attitude must be correct, kowtow and burn incense. However, Xiao Lijun and Lin Yongqiang were surprised to see that the boss of Liansheng, who they had heard of for a long time, was so young: "Boss Zhang, you are really young, how old are you this year?"

Zhang Yunqi smiled and said 17.

Lin Yongqiang, who had a black mole on the side of his mouth, exclaimed, "This guy is really incomparable. Boss Zhang, you were already a multi-millionaire at the age of 17. My son is one year older than you, but now he only knows how to use his father's money to pick up female students at school."

This made Xiao Lijun laugh out loud. He then touched his stomach and said it was getting late. Wang Guibing immediately turned around and called out to the waitress: "Where's the Moutai? Hurry up! Where's the abalone? Hurry up! Give me a soft Zhonghua, hurry up!"

At the table, they were drinking and chatting, and the topics were as dirty as they could be, and they were like beasts in human form when they opened the door, and worse than beasts when they closed the door. But for some reason, while drinking and chatting, Zhang Yunqi kept thinking of what Wang Mingzhen said in the morning: "I hope that after leaving school and entering society, when carrying an increasingly heavy life and moving forward, students can still have the ability to feel happy."

After the meal, the five of us spent 2,600 yuan, and that was after discount. After the meal, we went to the club downstairs, brewed some fragrant tea, set up the table, and Xiao Lijun lit a Zhonghua cigarette, acting like a big shot, and shouted to play mahjong: "Play a few rounds, ah, we are just having fun and killing time, just kidding."

There is no way to play mahjong with five people. Li Jilin looked at the situation and did not play. Wang Guibing took over. He was a veteran in the mahjong field, but he had become very skilled after so many years. Although he did not know the purpose of Zhang Yunqi inviting Xiao Lijun to dinner, one thing was obvious: his boss had something to ask for help! Xiao Lijun, the old bastard, was not playing mahjong, but Qiufeng!
After four rounds, he occasionally got a few chicken butts, and Xiao Lijun never caught any of his cannons. However, Xiao Lijun's cannons did not decrease in number, and in a blink of an eye, four or five thousand yuan was gone, but he did not blush or feel nervous, and just watched Xiao Lijun's climaxes and crazy output throughout the whole process.

Zhang Yunqi's luck wasn't very good, but his mind wasn't on mahjong at all. He threw a red center on the table and said to Lin Yongqiang, who was sitting opposite him, with a smile: "Boss Lin, you guys made a big news recently. I heard that someone won the lottery, but later got hit by a car and died."

Before Lin Yongqiang could say anything, Xiao Lijun spat a mouthful of thick phlegm into the ashtray. "Don't mention it. I've been in the lottery business for so many years, and I've never seen such a shameless person. Damn it, a rogue who forged lottery tickets to defraud huge prizes. When he was found out, he even dared to run to the Sports Lottery Center to make trouble and jump off the building. Now he's dead, and I can finally have peace of mind."

Xiao Lijun's words were very vulgar, without any trace of falsification. In fact, Zhang Yunqi is still unsure whether Chu Dapeng's huge lottery ticket is real or fake. Xiao Lijun insisted that Chu Dapeng forged the lottery ticket and even dared to hold a press conference on TV. He must have had the confidence to do so, and given Chu Dapeng's character, he could easily do such a thing as forging a lottery ticket, but considering his subsequent death in a car accident, the problem is not so easy to explain.

"Forged lottery tickets should be a scam, right? Why didn't you call the police and have the guy arrested? Letting him shout like this outside, isn't this ruining the reputation of Director Xiao and the Sports Lottery Center?" Zhang Yunqi said as he threw an eight-tube. Before it hit the ground, Xiao Lijun flipped the cards over and laughed, "Boss Zhang, reputation can't make a living. Look here! Seven small pairs!"

"Director Xiao is really lucky." Zhang Yunqi took out three thousand two hundred yuan neatly. He had a few hundred yuan in cash in his pocket when he came. Before playing mahjong, Wang Guibing secretly gave him ten thousand yuan, but the game was so big and he couldn't win, and tens of thousands of yuan couldn't withstand a few hours of hard work.

After paying the money and continuing the next round, Lin Yongqiang glanced at Zhang Yunqi while rubbing his mahjong. "Who said that? Originally, we thought it was better to have less trouble than more, so we privately cancelled the bonus to give that guy a way out. After all, if this kind of thing gets out, it will affect the reputation of the Sports Lottery Center and lottery sales. But man disposes, God disposes. Later, the matter became a big deal, and Chu Dapeng died in a car accident. It's no use calling the police, so we have no choice but to do this."

Zhang Yunqi threw away a Mahjong tile, dusted off his cigarette ashes and said, "Now that Boss Lin said that, I'm quite curious. I remember that your Sports Lottery Center has two rounds to win the special prize. In the first round, there are usually several people who scratch the King of Clubs. In the second round, Santana is drawn from the envelope. That means there will be several King of Clubs scratched in the first round. When checking later, these winning tickets were mixed together. How did you determine that the forged King of Clubs must be Chu Dapeng's?"

Zhang Yunqi's inquiries were no longer just gossip mentioned casually at the poker table, but rather he seemed particularly concerned about the matter, which aroused Xiao Lijun's disgust. He threw a three-of-a-kind card with an impatient expression: "Who else could it be if he didn't win the prize? Boss Zhang, why are you so interested in this shit? Are we going to play mahjong or not?"

Zhang Yunqi said there was no need to play, and flipped over the cards: "Three of a kind, 12,000." Then, he smiled at the pale-faced Xiao Lijun and said, "He won the prize because he forged the lottery ticket. Director Xiao, does your logic work with the police?"

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(End of this chapter)