Lawyer's character

Her son followed her ex-husband back to the village, and the house became empty again. At this time, Cao Xiaohui looked haggard, her skin was no longer smooth and tender, and the bags under her eyes became more and more obvious. The most terrible thing was insomnia, her hair fell out in handfuls, and all kinds of Discomfort suddenly appeared like mushrooms after a rain.

She sat on the leather sofa, took out a box of women's cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table, took one out and put it in her mouth without much skill. During this time the pressure grew and she learned to smoke.

In the past, her ex-husband Fang Yi smoked, and the house was full of cigarette ashes and the smell of cigarette oil lingered around. She was very angry. Now she has also learned to smoke, smoking one at night when she has insomnia, one when she is worried, one when thinking about the past, one when she regrets, one when she is afraid, one when she is angry... Slowly The root became two roots, and the two roots became five roots...

But she didn’t want her son to see her smoking. If her son smelled cigarette smoke when he came home on weekends and asked about it, she would explain that it was caused by a colleague who came to visit her and smoked. She didn't want Fang Yi to see her appearance, and she didn't dare to go back to her hometown to visit her parents for fear that her image of a "successful person" would collapse.

Thinking too much gave her a headache, and she had no choice but to push the car forward if it didn't fall over. Cao Xiaohui was no less depressed than her boss. Who said she was the financial director of the company?

Leaning on the sofa, she thought about the past. Maybe this was fate. For her who had a shallow life and poor fortune, maybe being ordinary was the truth. Slowly her eyes became moist, and slowly two lines of hot tears crossed her face and fell on the leather sofa.

"Xiao Zhi, how have you been studying recently?" Fang Yi asked while driving.

"It's okay, Dad, you don't know how many 'non-humans' there are in our class..." Fang Anzhi said with wide eyes.

"What? Non-human beings, your school allows you to raise mules and horses?" Fang Yi looked at Fang An in surprise and said.

"No, the non-human beings I'm talking about are a few students who are very good at studying. I don't see how they study in class, and they also participate in various interest groups after school.

But no matter how hard I tried, I spent all the weekends in, but I just couldn't surpass them. Every time I took an exam, they would always hang around in the first three places. You may say it's irritating or not, but our classmates all said that they only focus on exams. A bowl of rice will definitely win every exam. "Fang Anzhi said.

"Is there anything else like this?" Fang Yi was also confused. Although he had heard of such a jealous talent, he had never come across it. He didn't expect his son to come across him.

"The most annoying thing is that the person who topped the exam in our class slept all day long in math class, and the math teacher didn't dare to care about it," Fang Anzhi said.

"Why?" Fang Yi asked with a puzzled look.

"Because he can do almost everything the teacher knows. He can also do the questions that the teacher doesn't know. The teacher is most afraid of him asking questions." Fang Anzhi chuckled.

"Genius?!" Fang Yi exclaimed.

"No, I asked him in private why he is so awesome. We can't just pass up a master and let him pass by. Are you right?" Fang Anzhi said with a smile.

"Well, that's right. Humility makes people progress. Then why is he so awesome?" Fang Yi said.

"He said that the knowledge system of our mathematics teachers is too old, and many things have already lagged behind. But if the teachers don't update it, it won't work. Just like a computer, the program needs to be patched or updated from time to time, and the knowledge will not work. It needs to be updated.

My classmate had participated in an international mathematics competition before and won a prize, which was snatched away by the Experimental Middle School. It is said that his father also studied mathematics, and later had to switch to computer programming due to financial pressure.

His uncle also studied mathematics, and later went to the beautiful country to work as a mathematics professor at an Ivy League university. He would go to his uncle's house during the holidays. His favorite thing was to watch his uncle study mathematics problems with a group of people from Asan and other countries. It can be said that he has grown up in mathematical formulas since he was a child.

Given this environment, do you think he can be bad at math? I can't even keep up with him! "Fang Anzhi said with envy.

"How about other subjects?" Fang Yi secretly said: His son is right. If you don't keep up with the times, it's really impossible to update your knowledge. Take law as an example. There are so many laws and regulations issued every year. How can you do it if you don't learn? good.

"His English is also better than the teacher's, because he often goes abroad. Where is the environment? He learns English for exams in China, but he learns English for use.

Let’s put it this way, he can teach me mathematics in English, but our English teacher can’t do it, and neither can our math teacher. "Fang Anzhi said.

"You have to think this way, no matter how awesome the English teacher is, she is not a mathematician. If you give her a question from the sixth grade of elementary school, she will still be confused, let alone explain it in English.

As for the math teacher, it’s true that he studies mathematics, but his English is not good and he may have never been abroad in his life. If you ask him to teach you mathematics in English, isn’t it embarrassing?

Do you think what I said is right? Fang Yi thought for a while and said.

"Well, that seems to be the truth. However, my classmate's Chinese scores are not as good as mine, especially in composition. He thinks that is not called composition, but that it is called not letting people speak human words. Hahaha..., I think he is eating If you don't get enough grapes, you'll say the grapes are sour. If not, just step on them!" Fang Anzhi said with a smile.

"What your classmate said is not necessarily wrong. I have a college classmate. When he was in junior high school, his compositions were a model for the whole school and were often used as model essays. He was also included in some must-read writing for middle school students. In It has been published in newspapers and won awards.

Later, after I graduated from college and had a lot of free time at work, I saw that my colleagues were making money writing novels on the Internet. I felt that my writing skills should be better than those of my colleagues. After all, I was brilliant in junior high school, so I also got a pen name and started writing novels, and submitted them to editors. . What do you think the editor said? Fang Yi glanced at his son Fang Anzhi and asked.

"I will definitely praise his writing skills." Fang Anzhi said.

"The editor wrote back: The temple is too small to support a great master. Please try the children's publishing house." Fang Yi laughed.

"Why?" Fang Anzhi looked at his father confused.

"Yes, why? My classmate asked the editor the same question. But the editor ignored him.

Later, he showed the novel he had written to his colleagues, who explained to him that novels are for the general public and should be based on life, be higher than life, and have true feelings; he really cannot write about urban and realistic things. You can use your imagination to write fantasy or fairy tales, or science fiction. He writes novels according to the routine he used when he was in school. Everyone thinks it is fake and boring at first glance. It is simply an insult to the word ‘novel’ and an insult to the people’s intelligence. "Fang Yi said.

"So what we write is called 'composition', and it's just for exams. Those old pedants can just think it's good. It's mainly for getting high marks. It can't be read as a novel." Fang Anzhi said with a sly smile.

Fang Yi was stunned: "Well, what you said makes sense. Children can be taught! When you get to your hometown, don't run around. There are many wild animals in the mountains. If they hurt you, no one will care about them. If you hurt them, you will be fined. Yes. Be careful!"

"Don't worry! I'll follow grandpa, that's right." Fang Anzhi said with a smile.