The rural daughter-in-law of the bank president

Chapter 343 Wei Qifeng's Midlife Crisis

During the summer vacation, Lin Xianglan used her connections to donate money to the school.

It’s the only high school in the county, and it’s not difficult to get into.

There are eight classes, two key classes, five parallel classes, and one class is just for getting by.

The key class is for the real top students, and they can’t get in during the first year of high school.

The classes will be divided again in the second year of high school, nominally to re-divide key and non-key classes based on learning progress.

The school promised to find a way to squeeze in the second year of high school.

In the first year of high school, during the midterm exam, Lele ranked first in the entire grade.

Lele became the focus of the school for a while.

For the first time, Wei Wuya felt strongly that he and Lele had different lives.

After all, teachers keep talking about what will happen if you get into a good university.

Teachers have completely different attitudes towards students with good grades and students with poor grades.

Teachers are different from principals. Principals will curry favor with the children of high-ranking officials and wealthy people, but teachers will not.

The aloof teachers scold directly, while the more subtle ones use all kinds of yin and yang.

Those who are a little bit worldly-wise will tell you the truth: "Your parents have paved the way for you. Just muddle along until you graduate, and then do whatever you want to do!"

Lele was like a shining star, becoming the focus of the school and the goddess of the boys.

Wei Wuya finally got what he wanted, gained weight, and got into the circle of Shi Lei and Wang Lin.

Wei Wuya has a bad temper and Lin Xianglan is not easy to control.

They often skip evening self-study and go out to play, and the more they play, the more they become.

No matter how he plays, Wei Wuya goes home.

Curfew is Lin Xianglan’s bottom line.

But the results were too poor, and Lin Xianglan was worried.

I can no longer control my son, and the target of my nagging has started to change.

My previous attitude towards Wei Qifeng was to keep out of each other's way.

Now they start complaining: Wei Qifeng doesn’t care about his son.

Wei Qifeng is experiencing his own midlife crisis.

He has no time to take care of his family.

The moon's brightness fades after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and when people reach middle age, all things are over.

The responsibilities are getting heavier, the competition is getting more intense, but the physical fitness is failing to keep up.

I used to have three drinking sessions a night, now I have to have one session every three days, and I still can’t recover.

After more than ten years at the peak of his career, the business is back on track and the industry is becoming more and more standardized.

His power began to be compressed.

The struggle without gunpowder has never stopped.

Some people say that when people live in the world, there are three ways to support themselves: power, faith and love.

Over the years, Wei Qifeng has supported himself by pursuing power.

At the age of forty-five or forty-six, power begins to be eroded. Not to mention moving up, even holding on to what you have becomes a struggle.

He has never had love, and nothingness begins to descend.

The turning point came during Wei Wuya's second semester of high school.

On an ordinary night, Wei Qifeng was entertaining guests and drank a lot.

The phone kept ringing, it was an unfamiliar landline number.

After many attempts, Wei Qifeng answered the phone.

The person who called was Wei Wuya, who begged Wei Qifeng to go out for a while.

Wei Qifeng was very surprised and replied, "I'm busy, why don't you look for your mother?"

Wei Wuya's voice trembled a little: "I don't want my mother to know."

Wei Qifeng looked at the people drinking in the box, thought about Lin Xianglan's complaining look, and agreed to his son's request.

He took his things, left the table early, called the driver, and went to find Wei Wuya.

Wei Wuya, who was supposed to attend evening self-study, was not at the school in the county.

But in Jiangquan.

There were several police cars parked outside the nightclub.

Wei Wuya hid in the small supermarket next door.

Wei Qifeng was furious when he saw his son in such a place.

Wei Wuya trembled.

Taking Wei Wuya to the car, Wei Qifeng said with a gloomy face: "Why don't you go to school?"

Wei Wuya lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Dad, think of a way, Lei Zi is inside."

Wei Qifeng reached out and knocked Wei Wuya on the head: "You are rebelling against the heavens!"

Wei Wuya didn't hide and let Wei Qifeng hit him.

After scolding and beating, Wei Qifeng was so angry that his heart ached.

"Who else?"

"Wang Lin, and..." Wei Wuya said a few names.

Wei Wuya added, "Wang Lin is fine. It's just Lei Zi. Don't let Uncle Shi know about this. If he does, he'll skin him alive!"

Wei Qifeng paused for a long time and asked, "You... went in too?"

Wei Wuya swallowed, "I went in at first, but when I saw they were really having fun, I came out."

Wei Qifeng stopped and suddenly felt that he, as a father, was indeed very irresponsible.

He didn't even realize that his son was almost an adult.

Wei Qifeng was silent for a long time, but still made a few phone calls.

After all, they were still minors, so several of them were released directly.

On the way home with Wei Wuya, there was an undercurrent of silence.

When he got home, Wei Wuya went into the house.

Wei Qifeng didn't go up.

Wei Qifeng asked the driver to drive back to Jiangquan.

Wei Qifeng didn't sleep that night.

He suddenly felt that his life was just a dream after the prosperity!

The external goal was achieved, but Fang Jue discovered that underneath his personality mask: he had nothing.

The next day, Wei Wuya went to school as usual and Lin Xianglan went to work.

Wei Qifeng didn't go to work.

He drove himself to the county middle school.

Wei Wuya’s homeroom teacher is an English teacher, a slightly plump male teacher.

The office, no one else.

I was a little surprised to see Wei Qifeng come to school on his own initiative.

When asked about the learning situation, the teacher said: "As long as it does not affect the learning of the students around you, the class is still in the classroom, and there are no restrictions on evening self-study."

Wei Qifeng said seriously: "Wei Wuya must attend evening self-study in the future. If he is not here, you call me."

Wei Qifeng took out an unpacked mobile phone and handed it to the teacher.

"Call me with this."

The teacher evaded the question, “I can’t accept this.”

Wei Qifeng put his phone on the table and said, "It's convenient for me to communicate with my child about his studies. Don't give it back to me after he graduates."

"Haha!" The teacher understood and put away his phone.

After leaving the office, Wei Qifeng saw Wei Wuya from the back door of the corridor.

The teacher was giving a lecture upstairs and he was sleeping downstairs.

Suddenly I remembered that Lele was also in the first year of high school, so I went back to ask the teacher.

"There's a girl named Chang Lele. Which class is she in?"

"Oh, that's Chang Lele. She's from the key class and ranked first in her grade in the midterm exam, far ahead." The teacher said, pointing to Lele's classroom to Wei Qifeng.

The key class is at the end of the corridor.

Wei Qifeng walked over and took a look. Lele, who was sitting in the third row, was listening attentively and seriously.

Wei Qifeng sighed.

Out of school.

On the weekend, Lin Xianglan took Wei Wuya back to Jiangquan.

Jiang Quan's house is a family building. It is very large and luxuriously decorated.

One elevator for two households.

Wei Qifeng rarely worked overtime or had any social engagements, and said he wanted to take his son to the library.

Lin Xianglan was surprised, but did not stop him.

The car drove towards the suburbs, a remote village, an independent farmhouse, and no one was there.

Wei Qifeng brought Wei Wuya in.

The house was very clean.

Wei Wuya couldn't help but ask, "What is this place?"

Wei Qifeng opened the door on the left. Wei Wuya was very tall, so he lowered his head and walked into the house.