Wei Qian dropped his fishing rod into the water without moving.
He stared at a shallow piece of fishing rod floating above the water for a while, and his ears were filled with the sound of rain whispering softly.
After a while, Wei Qian squatted down expressionlessly, rolled up his trouser legs, stepped into the water, and picked up the fishing rod again.
Wei Zhiyuan has been looking at him with strange eyes from the side, Wei Qian glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and felt that his eyes had a kind of calmness and calmness that seemed ashamed.
The two acted like a pantomime, and neither made a sound.
Wei Qian took back the fishing line and hook, and held the sharp float, as if he was unconsciously drawing on the soft soil on the shore. Every time he drew, he counted silently in his heart, as if he wanted to force him to jump around. The blood vessels that popped were smoothed and calmed down.
In the end, a tortoise was left on the dirt with an extra-large shell on its back, looking listless and bearing the burden of humiliation.
Wei Qian felt that there was a sharp long knife in his chest that could roar through the ages, so sharp that it could pierce through everything in front of him, but at this moment, there was no place for the forward and backward sharp blade to rest. A hole was poked in the lung.
Wei Qian finally sat down slowly, took out a few pieces of paper, and slowly wiped the water droplets on the tail of the fishing rod. After a while, he deliberately softened his voice so that he could It sounded reasonable and said, "You're trying to piss me off, aren't you?"
Wei Zhiyuan remained silent.
Wei Qian: "I want to hear what you think."
Wei Zhiyuan stared at him for a long time with that strange gaze, and then said softly: "There is a person, I have liked him for several years, and I didn't dare to let him know, and I didn't dare to let anyone know. I know what you're going to say, brother, your tone is exactly the same as that of my high school dean, you just want to say that no matter how unforgettable a relationship is, it will change with time, right?"
Wei Qian snatched the words that came to his lips, so he had to shut up gloomily.
Wei Zhiyuan took a deep breath and showed a strange smile: "But a person is always accumulated from the past. Have you ever let someone live in your heart uniquely? You will know if you try it. You have him in your heart for a month. That month is his, pretending to be him for a year, that whole year is his, and then even if the time has really changed, so what? He has already become a part of me. "
Wei Qian thought about it carefully, and felt that his heart was full of trivial livelihoods. It was a live poultry market in such a mess, how could he let go of something as big as a person
He could only stress embarrassingly: "Part of you is made of cells and tissues, and has nothing to do with another carbon-based organism. Don't use this nonsense metaphor to prevaricate me—now you say it?"
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him helplessly and nodded.
Wei Qian couldn't help turning his head to avoid Wei Zhiyuan's gaze. He didn't know if Wei Zhiyuan was like this when talking to others. Anyway, when Wei Zhiyuan talked to him, he always liked to look directly into his eyes. Looking at each other repeatedly, even the softest eyes will become aggressive, giving people the illusion that there is no way to escape.
Wei Qian took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and breathed out a puff of white smoke like a sigh. His temper seemed to have been smoothed by time and the long saw-saw. Only a little pent-up anger could be heard between the lines: " Then let me tell you what I think. I can’t understand it, and I can’t accept it. Even if you say something, I still have the same attitude. Wei Zhiyuan, I suggest you go out and ask. Nine out of ten parents will not accept it. Most of the remaining one is not his own.”
When he said this, it was all fluent, and it was only after he finished speaking that he realized what happened to him just now, Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his nose in embarrassment, as if it was not his own.
After a while, the two suddenly laughed together, and the tense atmosphere just now dissipated.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, are you confused?"
Wei Qian: "Isn't that right? Let me tell you, if this was Song Xiaobao, I'd have been slapped in the face by now. What's the time? Hitting you with a hammer for a young man with amnesia, one month a year? You don't even need a second remember."
Speaking of this, Wei Qian slowly withdrew his smile: "You knew better than her since you were young, and now that you are so old, I won't deal with you the same way I dealt with her. I don't know if you remember, but in fact, when I was young I also went down a crooked path, and now that I think about it, some of the reasons were because I couldn’t help it, and some of it was because I was not convinced. At that time, your third brother and brother He Mazi pulled me back. Can I bring you back now? "
After a while, before Wei Zhiyuan could reply, Wei Qian said, "I'm begging you, okay? Xiaoyuan, your whole life is gone in the blink of an eye, and there are so many difficulties in living a good life. comfortable?"
Wei Zhiyuan remained silent, he suddenly lost the previous tentative mood, and felt unspeakable sadness welling up in his heart.
He would rather his elder brother who didn't know the truth jump up and slap him, or simply order Xiaobao to cut his hair two years ago, ordering him to find a girlfriend and come back tomorrow.
I also don't want to see him say such words with indescribable helplessness like a real grown man.
Wei Qian stretched out his hand and licked the rain on his fingertips: "Xiaoyuan, is it because I didn't start well? Is it because I've been doing it all the time?"
Wei Zhiyuan interrupted him: "Brother, stop talking."
Wei Qian stared blankly at the surface of the misty pond: "I'm sorry for you."
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He neglected his family so much that he didn't even know what kind of bizarre youth Wei Zhiyuan had gone through
However, he really did his best.
At that moment, Wei Zhiyuan almost wanted to rush to hug him desperately, wanting to pour out all the longing accumulated in his heart.
However, when the words came to his lips, he could barely hold back, and the mind that weighed heavily was pulled back dangerously by his hair-like reason, and in the end, he didn't show it at all.
It's not the time yet, he told him that along with the tense veins on the back of his hand.
Later, when the rain stopped, Wei Qian and the others carried the fish basket and several catties of small crucian carp to the parking place.
A lot of afterglow poured out from the clear sky just now, dragging Wei Qian's shadow on the ground for a long time. Wei Zhiyuan kept his head down, following the stretched, slender and twisted shadow step by step.
Every time he took a step, he said in his heart like venting: "I like you, and you are what I like."
He has been chanting silently all the way.
Wei Qian threw the fishing gear into the trunk, suddenly remembered something, turned around, and asked Wei Zhiyuan off guard: "Who is the one you like? What does he do?"
Wei Zhiyuan didn't expect him to ask such a question suddenly, he almost blurted out what he was thinking in his heart for a while, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, his face was pale, he was almost dumbfounded, he was speechless for a moment.
It looked like someone was defending someone in a panic.
Wei Qian's heart sank when he saw him like this, he really didn't see that his younger brother was actually a seed of infatuation.
An unsourced resentment hit him suddenly, Wei Qian thought, is that person so good? Worth it when you shirk and defend in every possible way in front of me
He suddenly couldn't help but miss the old days when they were poor and destitute. At least when they were together, there was no "outsider" who was vague and ubiquitous like a ghost. They were all obedient, stupid, all the time There is no need for his brother.
Only then did Wei Qian realize that one day, these little cubs will finally grow up, and when their wings harden, they will go away and fly away.
He slowly drove the car out of the wilderness in the suburbs. The blue wheat seedlings were like waves in the wind, and he felt a strong and continuous loneliness.
From then on, Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan involuntarily avoided this topic together. They maintained a superficial peace, but inside they seemed to be deadlocked, and no one could convince the other.
In this way, another half a year passed awkwardly.
That day Wei Qian was drinking half a cup of tea in his own office, hurriedly swallowed a piece of bread for breakfast, and was about to start a whole day's work, but San Pang came in suddenly: "Qian'er, Mr. Zhang is here. "
Wei Qian didn't react for a moment: "Which Mr. Zhang?"
"That's it," San Pangbi said with gestures, "It's just the nominal shareholder when we two were working on the first project, who always wanted to go to the sky to build a spaceship, and he was actually more talkative than me. —Brother Xiong asked us to go there, hurry up."
Mr. Zhang is a noble and glamorous person who is crazy. He was extremely difficult to get in touch with at the beginning, and he always regarded pretending to be the first priority in life. However, after getting to know him a little bit, people can find that he is from an alien. quality.
He is a fan of conception, every time he talks about the word "conception", he gets so excited that nails grow on his buttocks.
At this moment, Mr. Zhang is delivering his personal speech in Lao Xiong's office with enthusiasm. No one can interrupt his high-spirited speeches. I don't mean to be impatient.
As soon as Mr. Zhang saw Wei Qian and Sanpang, he got up quickly, ignored Wei Qian's outstretched hand, and gave him a hug like a fake foreign devil. The cologne on his collar got into Wei Qian's nose without warning, it was like mustard. The oil is the same, but the nose is refreshing, Wei Qian hastily stepped back half a step, turned his face and sneezed: "Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, I have a little cold these two days."
Mr. Zhang smiled tolerantly, and then ignored San Pang's plan to give him a hug when he entered the country, grabbed San Pang's trotters with both hands, and shook it up and down: "Mr. Tan!"
San Pang's facial expression was a little paralyzed, and he felt that he had been slightly discriminated against.
Mr. Zhang came all the way here because he wanted to find someone to cooperate with on a new project. It is said that it is a sea view holiday villa project in city C. Before the old Xiong Shixing reported the catalog, Mr. Zhang has already blown the hype.
Wei Qian couldn't help interrupting him, and questioned: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I have to interrupt, I heard that the whole area collapsed in that place a few years ago, do you think there is really any investment value there? "
"Good question." Mr. Zhang patted the armrest of the chair, "I appreciate Mr. Wei's sharpness the most. But do you know, for rich people, what can't be copied? It's health and the environment! Scarcity The sea view and negative oxygen ions are our gimmicks. I also plan to use the nearby economic forests to develop some holiday and entertainment projects, and use a model similar to recuperation tourism to make this project. I have calculated the annual return on capital, which can be as high as 200%. , do you believe it or not?"
Old Xiong bowed his head in silence, Wei Qian and San Pang looked at each other, and they both saw the same message from each other's expressions: Idiot forgot to take medicine again in the morning.
Last time they took a fancy to Mr. Zhang's contacts and cooperated with him once. Strictly speaking, the cooperation was very pleasant. Mr. Zhang's attention was still mainly on the commercial street, and he didn't pay too much attention to the style of the surrounding houses. There are so many moths.
But even so, the concept of "this person is unreliable" has penetrated deep into Wei Qian and the others.
This person came from a good background and was well-funded, so he spoiled him at will, which caused him to be an idealist.
His EQ is extremely low, and he is also extremely incapable of reading people's faces, of course it doesn't matter - the most deadly thing is that he is doing real business with the imagination of writing and the romance of drawing comics.
Now that the former partners have come to visit, even if it is purely for face, Lao Xiong wants to take someone to follow Mr. Zhang.
The next day, just in time for the National Day holiday, they boarded the plane to City C without any concept of vacation.
Just at the moment before the plane took off, Wei Qian suddenly felt a "thump" in his heart. He didn't take it to heart at the time, because people will not be too comfortable when they are ups and downs, weightless and overweight.
Once again, he ignored his strange premonition.
At that time, Wei Zhiyuan was at school, and Xiao Bao was doing homework that he couldn't understand no matter what.
Mazi's mother came to visit his house and was winding a roll of wool with the help of Mrs. Song—she hoped to knit a pair of wool gloves for everyone before winter came.
Mazi's mother's scalded hands are not very sharp, she can't open her teeth, and her movements are slow. Others knit a sweater with a few picks caught in her hand and fly up and down, but she can only knit one stitch at a time, sometimes leaning on it. The thread would fall out, and sometimes a small hole would be broken by a missed stitch.
Xiaobao talked to them nonchalantly: "I want to be an art student in the college entrance examination. Sister Lulu said it should be possible, so that the requirements for cultural courses can be lower."
Granny Song said unceremoniously: "You can pass the exam if you are lower? At least it is much lower."
"Don't keep pouring cold water on me!" Xiaobao quit, and after a while, she added weakly, "It's really much lower, aunt, your lips are so dry, I'll pour you a glass water?"
Mrs. Song quickly stopped her: "Don't get up, I'll just go, you, as long as you study well, you don't have to worry about family affairs."
As she spoke, she hung the wool she was supporting on the back of the chair, moved slowly, and smiled at Mazi's mother.
Suddenly, Mrs. Song rubbed her temples, and complained in a low voice: "I got up together violently, and I'm a little dizzy."
Xiao Bao said without raising his head: "You may have low blood pressure, just eat more."
Mrs. Song: "No matter what, I eat more than your cat food."
The corners of Xiaobao's mouth drooped: "My dance teacher won't let me eat, she always thinks I'm fat, where am I?"
Her voice came to an abrupt end with a loud noise, and Mrs. Song got caught by the leg of the chair for some reason, and this old lady, who had always had good legs and feet, fell to the ground solidly on a big horse.
She never got up again.
Wei Zhiyuan was alone in a classroom at the time. He recently applied to the school to set up a small club of "Network Security and Program Research". He just recruited a few people and it has not yet reached a large scale. He wants to take out his old stuff. When the example was being debugged, I received a call from Xiaobao.
Before he could say "Hello", Xiaobao's crying voice came out of the phone abruptly. Wei Zhiyuan carefully distinguished it twice before he figured out that the sentence mixed in her crying was "Why is my brother's phone turned off?" up".
Wei Zhiyuan frowned: "He probably hasn't landed yet, what's wrong with you? Don't cry."
Song Xiaobao sobbed uncontrollably for several times, intermittently, explaining the matter with difficulty.
Wei Zhiyuan had already packed his things after hearing what she said: "Don't touch her, have you called an ambulance? Not yet? Call quickly, calm down, why are you crying? There are thousands of dollars in cash in the cabinet under the living room. The ambulance is coming, don’t forget to take the money with you, do you hear me? I’ll go there right away.”
Granny Song was quickly sent to the hospital, and when Wei Zhiyuan arrived, she had already been pushed into the operating room.
Xiaobao raised his rabbit-like eyes, and looked up at Wei Zhiyuan blankly.
Wei Zhiyuan tried to dial Wei Qian's phone, and it turned on, but no one answered.
Wei Zhiyuan exhaled softly: "Tell me, what happened at that time?"
As if Song Xiaobao had found a backbone, he explained the cause and effect.
Wei Zhiyuan listened silently, with a premonition that Mrs. Song is not a minor problem, and I am afraid that this time it will not be safe and sound.
He got up and patted Xiaobao's head: "Okay, I understand, it's okay, don't be afraid, you stay here and I'll get some money when I go out."
Xiao Bao watched his back with tears in his eyes, feeling that he was becoming more and more like a big brother.
Wei Qian had already arrived in City C, found a hotel to settle down, and went straight to the project site. His phone was left in the hotel, and he missed several calls from Wei Zhiyuan.
Mr. Zhang and Lao Xiong walked in front, and Mr. Zhang was bragging about building a golf course here, a spa sanatorium there, and introducing anti-cancer physiotherapy, either Japanese or Korean.
They went to a high place and looked down, and found that the large economic forest on the mountainside was sparsely populated, and few houses could be seen. Only a little further down, there were still farmers farming.
San Pang and Wei Qian: "I think they are all redundant."
San Pang sighed: "Don't tell me, at least I'll treat it as a recuperation, and I can buy some fresh fruit to go back. Why is Brother Zhang's whimsy worse than the last time I saw him?"
Wei Qian smiled, and was about to answer when the old bear in front suddenly turned his head, and Wei Qian saw the expression on his side face.
Wei Qian's expression froze suddenly. After several years of cooperation, he could tell what he was thinking from the old bear's attitude—why, what does this mean? Can't Old Xiong hear that this project is unreliable
Did he mean that this time he would lead everyone to jump into the fire pit
However, Lao Xiong was calm after all. Even though his attitude and expression had already betrayed him to his acquaintances, he still held it that day and did not give a positive or negative answer.
When Wei Qian was anxiously trying to see what was wrong with Old Xiong's mind, he saw a dozen or so missed calls on his mobile phone spread out on the hotel bed.
Mrs. Song had a sudden cerebral infarction. After the long operation time, she was pushed out and transferred directly to the intensive care unit. Her life and death are unknown.
The money that Wei Zhiyuan just took came in handy.
Wei Qian booked a night flight ticket that night, turned back, went straight to the hospital, and only had time to tell Sanpang in a hurry: "Take care of Old Xiong, don't let him be fascinated by ghosts."
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