Li Ze slowly opened his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes again and calmed down. He thought he must still be dreaming.
He opened his eyes again, shook his head and stared at the person walking over... There was no expression on his face. He had always been the kind of carefree and fearless person.
This is the smoking area.
There are already a bunch of people sitting around the small place, but there is no other sound except the wind. Everyone has their own thoughts and the solemn atmosphere, even if someone is laughing, will be overwhelmed.
"Are you done talking?" Li Ze looked up at him. The penis in his mouth was half wet with saliva, but it was still wet.
Loeb sat aside, handed over a cigarette, and finally took out a lighter, "We're done talking, ready to go back to the United States."
"Oh, is there anyone in the United States who can cure late-stage cancer?"
"No."
"What a bastard." Li Zexin said that Loeb is really not a human being. It's been so long and he's still joking.
Loeb showed a rare uneasy look and frowned, "Li Ze, what do you think a person lives for?"
"What? What did you talk to him about?"
"Philosophy."
"Freedom?"
"Are you gay?"
"No." Li Ze raised his hands to express his acknowledgment, "Be grateful and look for happiness. Everyone comes into this world crying, so when they die, they should leave with a smile, and life should also be with a smile. Be grateful to your parents and friends.
, be grateful to all the people or things that bring you hope and challenges, and do something worthy of gratitude."
"Live with a smile... Good answer, I like your answer very much." Loeb took a puff of cigarette and patted his legs excitedly like a man watching the European Cup.
"But I really don't want this answer from you." Loeb sighed, "We came into this world crying, but we also cried and sent them away with a smile, just like they greeted us with a smile.
Parents, once these two words come together, they will always involve many relationships. Just like they sign on our birth certificate, and we sign on their death certificate...
.It’s very helpless, right, but there’s nothing we can do.”
"The problem is he is the father."
"That's right!"
"He signed the birth certificate and then the death certificate." Li Ze choked up.
Loeb leaned back on his chair, looked up to the sky and blew a puff of cigarette: "Take them for a walk, this is the last thing we can do."
Li Ze took a puff of cigarette, and the strong smell made him cough.
He has always disagreed with Loeb's taste.
But thinking of that father and that son, Li Ze took a few puffs, as if to mix the sorrow in his heart with the smoke, and then exhaled it for a long time, no longer worried.
In this life, the people I feel most sorry for are probably my parents, followed by my wife and children, and at worst a friend. How much sincerity do you put into them? How much time do you spend with them? He once thought
If you study at school for so long a day, wouldn't it be better to stay at school all the time? Why go home? Only when you actually live in school will you feel that seeing your parents every day is a wonderful thing.
The problem is that many times, something comes quietly and leaves quietly. When it comes, it brings a wave of tears, and when it leaves, it brings another wave of tears. Just two waves of tears, and some important people will leave.<
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But there is nothing I can do.
Murphy's law is like this. The more anxious you are, the less likely it will come. And the more you want a miracle to happen quickly, the miracle will always be playing mahjong with God from a thousand miles away.
"Where's Mary?" Loeb asked.
"Sitting in front of the ward." Li Ze hammered his chest, "She seems to be able to sense the strength of life through 'Revelation·Prisoner Shadow', where she is like an electrocardiograph, keeping his life from suddenly stopping.
."
"I didn't expect that revelation to have such power." Loeb admired.
"There may be more abilities, but she doesn't want to tell us." Li Ze said softly, "It is No. 89 after all. As long as the higher the serial number, the abilities are stronger, more dangerous and full of unknowns."
"There are very few people who have both." Loeb corrected, "You're doing a good job as a preppy."
"It's okay." Li Ze stared out the window, as if the clouds on the highway had drifted here, and it started to rain lightly outside. "It's just that Hart put a bunch of books there, and he just flipped through them because he was interested." "This is good for entrance exams."
"Entrance exam? What else is there?"
"It's just an ordinary test to see if you have a basic understanding of mixed races. These books will be sent out with the admission notice before the start of school. Those who are interested will take a second look, and those who are not interested will pay attention.
Take the test, retake the test, and spend money to buy credits after three times." Loeb said in a low voice.
"How many people will be recruited in a year?"
“Sometimes it’s one or two thousand, sometimes it’s forty or fifty, just enough for one class.” Loeb said, “Anyway, we are not the only one with similar schools, there are them all over the world, but we are the best.
MIT's reputation among mixed races is the same as its reputation around the world."
"Are you awarded a Nobel Prize?"
"No."
"Then you're talking nonsense." Li Ze scratched the corners of his eyebrows, suddenly feeling disrespectful, but thinking that he and Loeb had a relationship similar to that of close friends, he didn't think much of it.
"Anyway, it's fine as long as it's good." Loeb stared at Li Ze with disgust, "I've advanced scholarships for you in advance, from professors, vice presidents and principals, and you're not satisfied yet!"
I really don’t know what this guy is thinking. Could talking about school have anything to do with scholarships? Li Ze looked up at the ceiling and recalled it for a long time. From the time Philip handed him the recommendation letter, he had indeed gained a lot.
A bunch of honorary titles.
They really gave a lot.
"Vice principal, can I apply for a task?" Li Ze raised his hand.
"Dear, you actually want to do a mission? Are you short of money? The college's mission allowance shouldn't be as much as the scholarship, right?" Loeb asked.
"No," Li Ze whispered, "I want to accompany them to the end. The recruitment task... I hope you can complete it with Mary."
Loeb nodded: "I'm very happy that you have this intention, but it's not okay."
Li Ze frowned.
"I will accompany them until the end. Even if he leaves quietly, I will still watch He Xin carry him down the Great Wall." Loeb pinched out the cigarette butt, "I do too.
My heart, I also had parents back then, I was also a child, and I was his teacher and his friend. I want to see a smile, I want to see him not regretful but happy."
Loeb took out his cell phone.
The edited feedback was sent back to Fountain College.
On the big screen, Emma paused the email that was about to be sent. It was an invitation letter that was about to be sent to another new student.
