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I went through a long treatment process. After the college entrance examination, my battle against cancer was declared a success. No one expected that Yu Zhen would become this year's top science student in the city. With the extra points from her first prize in the provincial physics competition, she could choose any school and major she wanted.
Time flew by, and the story of the carp jumping over the dragon gate continued, only with a different protagonist. When the results came out, the usually calm Yu Zhen called me in a frenzy to share her joy.
“Teacher Ma, should I choose Tsinghua or Peking University?” she asked, sounding dazed.
“There’s a professor at Tsinghua who was my senior during my undergraduate studies. His research direction is a national key support project that urgently needs high-caliber talent. Do you want me to recommend you?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Teacher Ma, I love you so much!”
I hung up the phone and saw a message from Old Xue. Ever since I divorced Wang Chao and our son Wang Bo went to live with him, he had completely changed. He was either late or left early, or played on his phone during class, and his grades plummeted. Old Xue often contacted Wang Chao to ask him to keep an eye on their son.
Wang Chao would agree readily but didn’t actually care at all. To please Wang Bo, he indulged him in everything he wanted. Even so, Wang Bo often mocked him coldly. Fortunately, Wang Bo still had some foundation and eventually managed to get into an undergraduate program.
“What do I regret?” Old Xue said angrily to me. “It’s not that he can’t do it; it’s that he won’t put in the effort.”
“Everyone has their own way of living and their own fortunes,” I replied.
I replied, "Maybe this is the life that Wang Bo wants."
"Don't joke around. Who doesn't want to live a top-tier life?" Old Xue said.
"Isn't it all about crossing the narrow bridge with thousands of troops just to get a ticket to the top?"
"The child is naive, but we can't afford to be naive."
"People are different."
That was all I could say in response.
"Teacher Ma, I really didn't expect you to ignore him. You can give up on others, but he is your own son! Isn't success the greatest fulfillment for a child?"
"You'll regret this later!"
In the end, he sighed and hung up the phone.
The next time I saw Wang Bo, he was in his senior year. He wanted to study abroad and asked me for two hundred thousand.
"With the current job market, it's impossible to find a job with just a bachelor's degree," Wang Bo complained impatiently over the phone.
"I applied again and again during the autumn recruitment, but those companies just dismissed me when they saw my school."
I didn't give him the money but recommended him to Yu Zhen's company.
Yu Zhen had started his own business in his sophomore year, and now his company was quite substantial.
If Wang Bo could work diligently, there would be great prospects in this industry.
But in the end, he didn't go.
Later, I found out that Wang Bo's desire to study abroad was just an excuse; he had become obsessed with gambling.
At first, it was just his monthly allowance, but soon he started betting bigger amounts and losing more and more.
For those with weak self-discipline, a substantial income can completely alter their brains, making them look down on ordinary wages. Thus, Wang Bo set his sights on Wang Chao. Wang Chao held onto his money tightly and naturally wouldn’t give him any.
When I saw them again, they were already on the cover of social news. One was dead, hidden away in a refrigerator. The other, dressed in prison garb, was sobbing before the camera: “My dad cheated when I was young, leaving me with severe psychological scars.” “I failed my college entrance exam because of him; he ruined my entire life.” “If he hadn’t harmed me so much, I wouldn’t have acted out. His death is actually a relief.”
Watching the live broadcast on television, I let out a long sigh. Outside, Yu Zhen called out to me loudly: “Ma Mama, the New Year’s Eve dinner is ready! Come down and eat.” I responded and turned off the TV.
The living room was filled with guests, all my students. Every year during the New Year, they come to see me and reunite with friends. In this life, I do not have my own children. But my students have become the bearers of my knowledge and thoughts. Isn’t that another form of fulfillment?
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