My 1979

She has little education. She barely went to elementary school. She only knows abc in English letters. As for her English ability, she has no English skills at all.

In Australia, all external communication relies on Mu Yan, and she can only do small things like going to the supermarket to buy groceries.

Now that Mu Yan is gone, she is a woman with no one to rely on and a child to support. You can imagine how difficult it is.

Li He said, "Then you take care of things here, and when the mood calms down a bit, come back to the country with us. This way, we can take care of each other in the future."

Mu Yan and he are both old colleagues and partners, and they are also the best and most intimate friends. No matter from which point of view, he has the responsibility and obligation to take care of Mu Yan's family, and it is unshirkable.

"Thank you, but don't bother me. If you have something to do, you can go back by yourself first. I know how to take the bus and buy a ticket to go back." Yang Ling smiled, not wanting to trouble anyone, as if she wanted to maintain her last dignity. This was her Stubborn in her bones, she didn't want to pity them just because they were weak or orphaned and widowed.

This has nothing to do with distance or distance.

"It's okay, we are not in a hurry," Li He said with a wry smile, "I still hope you can be more open-minded. After all, people cannot be resurrected after death."

It was three days after Mu Yan's funeral that he dared to offer such comfort.

"He didn't even have ashes left, so he was buried here. What do you think I'm going to tell his mother about when I get back?" Thinking of the old man, Yang Ling started crying again.

Li He said, "If you are willing, I can arrange for someone to pick up the old man now. If the old man is willing, I will also bring the old man here for a visit in the future."

There is no way around it.

Before he and Meng Jianguo came over, Yang Ling and Mu Yan's friends were forced to let Mu Yan sleep here directly because it was not suitable to carry the ashes back to the country.

Burial is practiced.

Even if Li He finds a way to take him home now, it would be very unlucky to open the coffin.

"No, thank you" Yang Ling cried again.

After Li He waited for her to calm down, he went out for a walk with Meng Jianguo, and unconsciously lit up a cigarette in a irritable mood!

"I don't believe in evil anymore!" He angrily threw the cigarette he had just lit onto the ground and stepped on it unwillingly.

"What?" Meng Jianguo was startled by Li He's vicious voice and sudden movements.

"Mr. Li just remembered that he was quitting smoking." Qi Hua interrupted at the right time. Anyway, he had not encountered this kind of thing once or twice, and he had long been accustomed to it.

"That's it?" It wasn't originally a joke, but why do Meng Jianguo and others find it so funny?

Li He sighed and said, "What do you think? Hey, you don't know, it's really difficult to quit smoking. Don't look at me like that. If you can, quit smoking and show me."

He wanted to use cigarettes to relieve his mood, but he became irritable again!

It’s so hard to quit smoking!

The pain of quitting smoking is not physical pain, but mental self-torture. You can imagine the pressure after having been weighed down by a big stone in your heart for a long time and after trying all kinds of things without success!

He still really didn’t want to quit smoking after being sickened by smoking cigarettes all his life!

After going through that pain once, I definitely don’t want to try it again!

In fact, now he understands that any method is false, and quitting smoking still requires self-discipline!

Meng Jianguo said with a smile, "Don't look at me. I have quit smoking a long time ago and am no longer a smoker. In the past, every time I saw an old man picking up cigarette butts and smoking them in front of the station, I felt uncomfortable. Do you think I am sympathizing with you? ?

No, I hate it because I am the same kind as them.

To put it bluntly, if one day I have nothing and become impoverished, I may be like them.

In my heart, there is only the desire for a cigarette, so I don't care about face.

Not to mention fighting spirit and the like. "

"Yes, you are awesome." Li He gave a thumbs up and faced Hu Dayi, "Let's learn from him and work hard to quit smoking together."

"Don't count me out. I really can't quit smoking. I'm under so much pressure now and I just rely on this cigarette to catch my breath every day." Hu Dayi waved his hand and refused, "If I really quit smoking, I will definitely suffer from depression."

Liu Yibo, who had not spoken much from the beginning to the end, suddenly sighed and said, "Now I finally know why he came to Australia."

"Depression." Meng Jianguo couldn't imagine what was wrong with Liu Yibo, so he asked a question that everyone knew.

"What about the deep level?" Liu Yibo asked next.

"You think you're doing literary work?" Meng Jianguo now didn't understand what Liu Yibo meant.

"Actually, the environment at home and abroad is still different." Liu Yibo stopped being pretentious and continued, "In China, if you tell people that you have depression, how many people will believe you? Those who know you will think that you It's a joke. People who don't know you well think you are mentally ill.

Moreover, sometimes it is easy to become an alien to others when speaking and doing things. If you continue to live in this environment, you will definitely not feel comfortable."

Meng Jianguo interrupted with a smile, "Don't you contact people abroad? Of course, there are fewer Australians, but you still have to contact them, right?"

"This is why education should be oriented toward modernization, the world, and the future. At least the Chinese people's vision should be almost in line with that of developed countries." Hu Dayi joked, "Even people like you don't know what depression is. , The lack of psychological knowledge is terrible, let alone other people!

In developed countries, I dare not say that most people can understand people with mental illness, but at least some people can understand and probably respect them a little. This is very difficult in China. If you don’t laugh at you, you are good, and you may even think you are full. I can't help but have random thoughts. "

"This is true." Li He was convinced.

He also thought that this might be the reason why some people choose to go abroad.

Of course, if there is an opportunity to go abroad, no matter what the reason, most people will still choose to go abroad, even if China's economy is booming at this time, and the Chinese people are about to enter the 21st world together with the world.

Those who can't get out don't mean they don't want to get out, but they are actually trapped.

choose?

No choice at all.

Only elites are eligible to be selected.

Everyone then talked about the orphan and widowed mother. Meng Jianguo blamed himself, "Lao Mu and I both stayed at the school to teach after graduating in 1980. You were still students at that time, and he and I were already living in the single dormitory. Now, we get along best.

Even after both of us left school later, we still worked together, and I spent the most time with him. But, hey, he really told me that he had depression, and I really laughed at it at that time. He, later he stopped mentioning it. "

After saying that, he slapped his head in frustration.

Everyone tried to comfort him, saying that he was not to blame for this incident, and he was not the only one who was ignorant.

"Unknowingly, I have known him for 17 years," Meng Jianguo sighed, hesitated, and continued, "I know him very well. He is a very responsible person. I don't believe that he would leave so suddenly. People, but not making arrangements for their daughter-in-law and son."

Li He asked, "What do you mean?"

"At least leave a few words or something?" Meng Jianguo said.

"I've finished reading the notebook." Li He continued, "The last page was what he left before his death. Is it considered a will? How can it be said that there are not even a few words?"

"The diary we are looking at now is just one of his. He is a loser. He used to write down a thousand or eight hundred words every day about everything. In the 17 years we have known each other, he only missed one day, and it was when his wife gave birth to a child. He didn't have time to write on the day of the child's birth," Meng Jianguo said anxiously when he saw that everyone hadn't understood yet, "How could he leave a line or two when he was leaving suddenly?"

"The only possibility is that he stayed in other places." Li He suddenly realized.

Meng Jianguo, "Maybe, there really is a suicide note, but Yang Ling didn't take it out."

"Are you suspicious of Miss Yang?" Qi Hua looked shocked.

"Shut your stinky mouth." Li He said angrily.

Qi Hua saw everyone's eyes looking towards him, suspecting that he had said something he shouldn't have said, but he hadn't finished yet!

Well, his expression may tell everyone what he will say.

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