I went through a long process of treatment.

　　When the college entrance examination ended, it was also when I successfully fought cancer.

　　No one expected that Qin Miao would become this year's top scorer in the city.

　　Combined with the bonus points she received for winning the physics competition in the province, she could choose any university and major she wanted.

　　Time flies, and the story of carps leaping over the dragon gate continues, just with a different protagonist.

　　After the results came out, she, who had always been calm, called me like a mad person to share the good news.

　　"Should I choose Tsinghua or Peking University?" she asked in a dazed voice.

　　"There is a professor at Tsinghua who was my senior when I was an undergraduate.

　　His research is in a nationally supported project and lacks highly skilled talents.

　　Do you want me to recommend you to him?" "I want, I want! Teacher Jiang, I love you!" After hanging up the phone, I saw a message from Old Xu.

　　He has been messaging me frequently lately.

　　Ever since my divorce from Yan Hua and our son Yan Yuan being awarded to her, our son has completely changed.

　　He is either frequently late or leaves early, or he plays with his phone in class.

　　His grades have plummeted.

　　Old Xu often contacts Yan Hua to discipline our son, and every time she promises to do so, but in reality, she doesn't take it seriously.

　　In order to win our son's favor and stand on his side, she is always accommodating to him.

　　But even so, Yan Yuan often mocks him coldly.

　　Fortunately, Yan Yuan still has some foundation and eventually got into an undergraduate program.

　　"What I regret is not that he couldn't do it, but that he could have done it but chose not to," Old Xu angrily told me.

　　"Everyone has their own way of living and their own luck," I replied.

　　"Perhaps, this is the life that Yan Yuan himself wants to pursue?" "Don't joke around, you and I both know that no one doesn't want to have the best life," Old Xu said.

　　"Thousands of soldiers fighting, living or dying, isn't it all for the ticket to the top?" "Children are always naive.

　　As their guides, we cannot be naive," I could only answer him so.

　　"Teacher Jiang, oh Teacher Jiang, I didn't expect that you would really stop taking care of him.

　　You can give up on others, but he is your biological son! For you women, isn't a successful child the greatest fulfillment in this lifetime?" "In the future, you will surely regret it!" In the end, he sighed and hung up the phone.

　　Later, when I saw Yan Yuan again, he was already in his fourth year of college.

　　He wanted to go abroad to study and improve his education, asking me for 200,000 yuan.

　　"With the current job situation, it's impossible to find work with just an undergraduate degree," Yan Yuan complained anxiously over the phone.

　　"I've submitted my resume for job applications again and again during the fall recruitment season, but those companies reject me as soon as they see the name of my university." I didn't give him the money.

　　But I recommended him to Qin Miao's company.

　　Qin Miao started his own business in his second year of college, and now it has become a startup company.

　　He worked hard and this industry is also a promising one for the future.

　　However, Yan Yuan never went there.

　　Later, I found out that Yan Yuan's plan to study abroad was just an excuse.

　　At that time, he became addicted to gambling, just like in his previous life.

　　The so-called study abroad was only an excuse for him to cheat money.

　　At first, he only used his pocket money, but later the gambling became bigger and he started losing more.

　　Helpless, for people with weak self-control, a sudden influx of millions of income can completely change their brains, and they no longer value ordinary salaries.

　　So, he targeted Yan Hua.

　　Yan Hua had been working for many years and kept the money securely in his own hands, of course he wouldn't give it to him.

　　When I saw the father and son again, they were already on the cover of a news magazine.

　　One died and was hidden in a refrigerator.

　　The other was wearing a prisoner's uniform and cried in front of the camera, "My father had an affair when I was a child, leaving me with severe psychological trauma." "My high school entrance exam was affected by his failure, and he ruined my whole life." "If he hadn't hurt me so much back then, I wouldn't have resorted to violence.

　　For him, death is a relief." Watching the live TV footage, I let out a long sigh.

　　Outside, Qin Miao shouted loudly, "Mother Jiang, the New Year's Eve dinner is ready, come down and eat." I responded and quickly turned off the TV.

　　The living room was filled with guests, and it was a gathering of my students, one batch after another, over the years.

　　Every Chinese New Year, they would bring their friends to my house to visit me and reunite with their own friends.

　　In this lifetime, I no longer have my own children.

　　But my students have become the carriers of my knowledge and thoughts.

　　Isn't this another kind of fulfillment?