The group of people present were looking at her intently, the smiles on their faces were like Zhou Sheng's, and they were smiling again, showing a weird look.
I admit that the news that just broke has frightened them a little. But you, a little girl, talking nonsense in front of a group of elders, what the hell is that?
Even if you graduate, what can you do to us if you can become a doctor?
We uncles and aunts have eaten many more kilograms of rice than you, and we know very well what this society is like. In short, these people don’t like her parents or her at all. If you like this person, you will hear someone say this
She must have expressed her ambitions and dreams as her teachers, sisters, and brothers encouraged her in public.
Encourage her.
If you don't like someone, you don't like them. Why should she and her parents try to please these people? You hate me, and I hate you even more.
Xie Wanying said to her father again: "Dad, let's go."
This time her tone was commanding.
After his daughter seemed to drink it, Xie Changrong's eyes widened.
"Your daughter wants you to go, Lao Xie." The guests around him cheered and said to him with laughter.
Her father is very much like Kong Yiji in Lu Xun's works. He was teased by others and thought he was not bad. He thought he could blend in with this group. He was dreaming and drinking all day long. Only soaking in alcohol could escape the real world.
Once a person fails, he will be in a worse state than a rat crossing the street wherever he goes. This is the most realistic portrayal of her father's life.
It once again proved that what her mother said was correct, her father's brain was forced. This society is very cruel, winners are kings and losers are losers, and no failure is accepted.
"I, I won't leave—" Xie Changrong staggered and sat down.
After being laughed at like this, he doesn't care what his daughter is, all he wants is the little bit of face he has left.
He hammered his fist on the table to stop these people from laughing at him again, and said harshly: "She can't let me go!"
This scene at the scene is enough to confirm where the problem lies.
"You guys have no conscience."
Chang Jiawei frowned and said.
After he said these words, the people present felt as if they had been pricked by needles, and their faces all turned red. Everyone sitting and standing shouted back: "We have no conscience? Who are you?"
"Why are you laughing at him when you see him drinking like this?" Chang Jiawei spat back angrily.
After all, the spinal surgery department where he works can be said to be one of the branches of neurosurgery, which studies the human brain.
To be precise, this group of people is even more vicious than Xie's high school classmates below. This is because these people are not young, have rich social experience, and are better at destroying individuals.
"When we saw him drunk like this, we immediately informed his daughter to pick him up." Zhou Sheng pointed to the ceiling with his finger and swore that he was his lifesaver.
"That's right, that's right." The group of people immediately responded to Zhou Sheng, "We all advised him to drink less. It's you who speaks without conscience."
If you don't persuade her early, wait until the blow is almost over, call her family over, and continue to fight, is she called a conscience? "Dad." Xie Wanying walked over and said to her father, the person who untie the bell needs the person who tied the bell. The most important thing for a person is to be self-reliant and self-reliant.
To uncover the crux of the problem, her father must get rid of all this on his own, and it must not be through drinking but, "You don't have to fight with
These people talk to each other. Wouldn't it be better for you to talk to my teacher in the capital?" Chang Jiawei was prompted by her to clarify his thoughts instantly and stepped forward to help: "Yes, uncle, talking to me is tens of thousands of times better than them.