After I made a biography for my scumbag ex, I was on fire

Chapter 96 Welfare

who do you think You Are? !

Mu Song reprimanded him sternly, like a magic voice, lingering in Lu Yuan's head and lingering for a long time.

"I...you..."

Lu Yuan opened his mouth, and the questioning words were stuck on the tip of his tongue, and he almost blurted out, but he was suppressed by reason.

In Mu Song's tone, the contrast between the anger and disdain for him and the concern and protection for An Heng is too obvious.

Obviously, Lu Yuan felt that in the past ten years, he had never heard Mu Song say such a serious word.

Even without a dirty word or a bad word, Lu Yuan still felt like he was splashed with blood, from head to toe.

Once upon a time, even if Mu Song quarreled with him again, he would not be willing to reprimand him in such a tone, even though he never had conflicts with him for Bai Xu's sake.

This time, Lu Yuan clearly understood that An Heng's position in Mu Song's heart was not just a "good friend" like Bai Xu, but...

Lu Yuan didn't dare to think deeply, fearing that if he connected all the clues together, he would find that An Heng was more important than himself to Mu Song.

Therefore, at the moment, he can't do anything except bear silently, and he can't say anything.

Witnessing silently, Mu Song put away his anger towards him, turned his face, and apologized to An Heng in a soft voice.

"Senior, I'm really sorry, today's day..."

As Mu Song said, he glanced at Lu Yuan coldly, then continued to turn his head.

"It doesn't look good, so I won't eat. I'll take the book and leave."

"Hey, don't, don't, I just ordered hot pot online and got home, if you leave, how can I eat alone?

Besides, brother Lu brought good wine, so he wanted to taste it together anyway. "

"Senior..."

Mu Song felt very sorry, and on top of that, he was really afraid that Lu Yuan would continue to go crazy, so he wanted to insist on going back.

"It's all right."

An Heng warmed his face, patted Mu Song's shoulder reassuringly, and stood up.

"It suddenly occurred to me that there are still some vegetables in the refrigerator. I'll deal with them and add them to the hot pot later."

"Senior, let me help you."

Mu Song also stood up, but was quickly pushed back onto the sofa by An Heng.

"My kitchen is too small, enough to turn around alone. You... you can eat some fruit, drink tea, or watch TV for a while. I'll be fine soon."

An Heng said, turned on the TV, handed the remote control to Mu Song, and walked into the kitchen with a smile.

As soon as An Heng left, Lu Yuan's self-esteem that had just been beaten down softened.

"Song, I, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."

"Be honest with me!"

Mu Song cautiously glanced at An Heng in the kitchen, lowered his voice, and warned Lu Yuan who was approaching him.

"Whether you did it on purpose, you know best, but let me tell you, no matter what your purpose is, don't try to mess with my senior like you did with Bai Xu, otherwise, we'll never end."

After Mu Song finished speaking, he gave Lu Yuan another hard look, then stood up and followed into the kitchen.

"Senior, can I go to your study room? Let's see what good books you have hidden all these years."

"No problem, it's next door, you go, the door is open."

"Hey, okay, I promise not to rummage!"

"Haha, it's okay to rummage around, there's no secret, even if there is, I'll hide it."

"Okay, I figured it out, even if the senior is a teacher, he's still so 'humorous'..."

……

Lu Yuan was sitting in the living room, listening to the pair of bamboo horses, talking and laughing, obviously close at hand, but seemed to be separated from him in two worlds.

If this was a melodrama, at this moment, I would be like a man who received a lunch box and was abandoned in the corner by the person who had always regarded him as the best hero.

And the person who once only had himself in his eyes found a more desirable "partner" in the blink of an eye, and never bothered to look at him again.

Lu Yuan sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the flashing pictures on the TV, and felt dull pain in his abdomen again.

I looked at my watch, and when it was time to take the medicine, I realized that the medicine had been left in the car.

After hesitating for a while, Lu Yuan sat where he was and didn't get up to get the medicine.

He was afraid that if he left this door, he would not be able to come in again.

So, I could only lean on the armrest of the sofa and press my arms against my stomach, trying to relieve some pain, but the effect was really weak, and after a while, my palms were sweaty due to the pain.

"Oh, Brother Lu, what's wrong with you?"

When An Heng came out of the kitchen, he saw Lu Yuan sitting alone in the corner of the sofa with his eyes closed, his face pale.

An Heng's voice attracted Mu Song who was in the study, and when he saw Lu Yuan's appearance, he felt like a mirror in his heart.

With a sullen face, Mu Song stepped forward and touched Lu Yuan's forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever.

Looking at the tea on the table again, he suddenly remembered that Pu'er is quite irritating to the stomach. This dog man was not good at all, but this time, it must be even worse.

"It's time for medicine? Where's your medicine?"

Lu Yuan opened his eyes and said pitifully, "I didn't bring it."

……

Thinking of all his bad deeds, Mu Song hated to have to deal with this deadly dog ​​man, but he couldn't be cruel after all.

With a long sigh, he picked up Lu Yuan's teacup.

"Senior, I'll pour him some hot water. Also, do you have any medicine for gastritis or stomach pain?"

"Yes, wait for me to find it."

Mu Song went to the kitchen, poured out Lu Yuan's tea, replaced it with a cup of warm boiled water, took the medicine An Heng found, and helped Lu Yuan feed it.

"If you feel uncomfortable, go back first, and you can't eat hot pot..."

"It's okay, I'll watch you eat."

……

"you……"

"He looks like this, and I'm afraid it's not convenient to drive. I'll just make him some porridge, and we'll talk about it when he recovers."

After speaking, An Heng went into the kitchen, and went to wash rice and make porridge.

Mu Song couldn't say anything more, so he sat down beside Lu Yuan with a dark face.

"Why do you say you are bothering? Do you expect me to pity you by tossing yourself like this?"

Lu Yuan raised his face, looked at Mu Song, nodded, "Yeah."

Mu Song: ...

"Hmph, then you have made the wrong idea. If it wasn't for the sake of the senior today, I..."

"Don't, don't say it... I really, really hurt, so don't say it, okay?"

It hurts, it really hurts, not only the stomach hurts, but also the heartache.

Lu Yuan grabbed Mu Song, his palms were cold, and Mu Song was startled.

"You, are you alright?!"

Mu Songhui held Lu Yuan's hand. In his memory, this man has always been full of firepower. Even in the winter, the palm of his hand is warm.

In the wet and cold winter in the south, when I go out, I always like to dislike his cold hands while wrapping his hands and passing the warmth of my palms to him.

Now, why is it so cold?

Mu Song looked nervous, but Lu Yuan was afraid that he would drive him away again, so he quickly shook his head, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay."

"It's okay, I just, it hurts, take the medicine, and I'll be fine in a while..."

Stomach pain can take medicine, so what about heartache?

Lu Yuan looked at Mu Song, wanting to ask for comfort, but couldn't say it.

"Is it all right?"

Seeing Lu Yuan dying, Mu Song was full of suspicion.

"Well, it's okay, much better."

"Okay, anyway, your body is your own, and if something goes wrong, I can't help it."

Mu Song sighed, picked up Lu Yuan's water glass, and was about to get up.

"Would you... stay with me?"

Lu Yuan pulled him and refused to let go.

"Master, can we act like adults? I'm going to add hot water for you..."

"Then come back quickly."

Lu Yuan looked vigilantly at An Heng in the kitchen, for fear that Mu Song would be locked there again.

Mu Song: ...

"These few steps, I can't slow down even if I want to. Is it possible that I should step on the hot wheels and go faster?"

Opening Lu Yuan's hand, Mu Song took his water glass, went into the kitchen and poured some hot water, then turned around.

"Come on, patient, drink more water."

Mu Song handed over the water angrily, but Lu Yuan didn't take it, looking up with his face up, looking like he was waiting to be fed.

"Hands are sore and limp, I have no strength, I can't hold them, you feed me..."

"Damn! Don't push yourself too hard."

"I mean it..."

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The two were entangled, when they heard the doorbell ringing suddenly, Mu Song immediately put the water glass on the coffee table, and hurried to open the door.

It's the takeaway hot pot.

Mu Song took it over, and together with An Heng, he took care of the ingredients and dishes.

The hot pot was arranged, and the white porridge for Lu Yuan was also cooked. The three of them sat down at the table and began to eat with their own thoughts.

Lu Yuan's body was weak, coupled with Mu Song's threats just now, he had been eating porridge in silence for the first half of the time, listening to a pair of "teacher and apprentice" talk about sociological theories, and he was soon full.

I don't know if it was the medicine that took effect, or whether he was full of porridge, but Lu Yuan finally regained his energy and couldn't wait to participate in the "discussion".

"Well, Mr. An, I also have some friends who study sociology. How should I put it, they all have their own personalities. They advocate breaking the shackles of ideas every day and promoting the imagination of sociology.

It feels quite different from the sociology in your mouth..."

Mu Song was taken aback. In his impression, most of Lu Yuan's friends "smelled like him", and they all learned "terrific" world governance. The only exception was Liu Di, who studied art management.

sociology?

Mu Song didn't think that Lu Yuan could see the "fake big empty" who was studying sociology, and wondered if the dog man was going to make trouble again.

"Unexpectedly, brother Lu also pays attention to sociology."

An Heng didn't care much, and nodded approvingly.

"That's right, sociology is indeed to unravel the invisible shackles that bind thought by digging out the essence of all aspects of society and studying the causes of various so-called laws, ideas, and opinions.

It is also because of this that sociology covers a vast ocean, with many schools and research directions.

Therefore, my field of focus is quite different from those friends you just mentioned. "

"Oh……"

Lu Yuan nodded, as if he understood very well.

"What field does Teacher An focus on?"

"Social Welfare."

"That's it, Mr. An, what do you think of the unfairness brought about by social welfare?"

Lu Yuan sat on the back of the chair and looked at An Heng with playful eyes.

"Oh, brother Lu is really powerful, and the needle is on the key point."

An Heng smiled.

"However, to discuss this issue, I am afraid that we must first define what is fair."

Rarely, Lu Yuan nodded sincerely, seeming to agree.

"Indeed, the concept of fairness is hard to say. However, in my mind, those who work hard should work harder and get more rewards, and should not wanton exploitation in the name of maintaining social welfare.

Otherwise, like some "high welfare" countries, it will kill people's motivation to climb upwards. In the end, if they all lie flat, how can welfare last? "

An Heng nodded.

"This is indeed a contradiction that is difficult to reconcile, so there is a branch of social welfare and so many seniors who have devoted their lives to it.

However, back to the question itself, what is fair.

For example, Brother Lu, you said that "the capable work harder". The reason why the capable become capable may be unfair in itself.

Not to mention, they may have received better education, have better opportunities, and are constantly being stimulated to their potential. It is not fair to talk about natural biological differences, such as intelligence and physical strength.

Therefore, "those who are able to do more work, and those who work more get more" are just to achieve the so-called "fairness" at a certain point in time, but it is not fair to stretch the space-time line. "

Lu Yuan was startled, and before he could speak again, he heard An Heng continue.

"Of course, in order to maintain the healthy functioning of society, it is definitely necessary to have effective positive rewards so that 'workers get more', so the difficulty lies in how to grasp the 'degree'.

This point has been my research direction for the past few years. Unfortunately, there are no results to share. Otherwise, I can answer Brother Lu's questions with more confidence. "

As An Heng said, he patted Lu Yuan's shoulder with a smile, held the wine glass, and touched Lu Yuan's teacup filled with hot water.

"Of course, according to Marx's vision, this is just a small contradiction on our road to socialism, and when the dream comes true, it will not be a problem!

Come on, to socialism! "

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The author has something to say:

Lu Yuan:? ? ? ...Woman, you can really do it.Go around the old circle, I think you want to provoke the contradiction between socialism and capitalism!Aren't you afraid of collapse if you play such a big chess game? ? ?

In other words: It’s not going to collapse, you’re still a small case for torturing you.I don't mind carrying a sledgehammer and slaughtering you little weak chicken~~~/Proud

Lu Yuan: Huh, wife, she, she, she said I was young! ! !Please clarify with the little angel of the reader~~~/Urgent

Mu Song: ... Go, go, go, go!

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I am not a sociology major, and I have not done in-depth research. All the superficial sociology comes from the Internet. If there are little angels who are professionals, please bear with me.heart-to-heart~~~