Later, Wei Qian recalled that at that moment—the moment when Old Xiong pointed him out and whipped his corpse in public, he really only had one question and two choices in his mind: should he break up with Xiong Yingjun? Or should we live together with him
But he soon ran out of time to think about such philosophical issues. The old bear took a step aside and pulled his chair back: "If you agree, then you sit down. From now on, I will not participate in any decision-making. You In the end, it's life or death, I'll bear the responsibility, if you don't agree, we'll continue to follow the plan, and I'll wait for the body to be collected."
Wei Qian, who was "added in a yellow robe", looked at him, and his eyes turned from thousands of words into one sentence: Why don't you just die
The old bear's eyes fell on Wei Qian, and then avoided Wei Qian's eyes.
So far, all self-examination and confession have come to an end.
He knew that this was a disgraceful thing, and the old bear was pinching the name tag on the conference table in his hand, but he knew in his heart that this was all he could do, and he exited with dignity.
He could see clearly that when Wei Qian was suddenly named, his eyes were flustered at that moment.
Astonishment, disbelief, and bewilderment flashed alternately, and finally landed on the returning anger.
But the old bear knew that he would definitely come over.
Wei Qian is such a person who does not cry when he sees the coffin. It has nothing to do with his age or experience. He is used to the days when there is nowhere to escape. Even if the world ends one day and everyone disperses, he will definitely react the most The slow one.
Only such a person can afford the backbone of a company, or even an enterprise.
After a while, Wei Qian did as he expected, lowered his head and straightened his clothes, got up and walked over.
The old bear handed him the name tag. Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, then took it. The chairman's secretary was well-trained. Qian Qian.
The water glass was placed on the table for a long while, but the water surface was still trembling. I wondered if it was because of the trembling hands of the girl holding the water.
The wooden chair would become icy when no one was sitting on it for a while, and Wei Qian felt the strong wind and waves rushing towards the helmsman from this icy cold, which made him feel suffocated.
Except for a few young people who have just started working, most of the people present here are older than him, and they are all looking at him without saying a word. In this world, everyone will pick other people's thorns, even in the most detailed places, there are people who can find all kinds of reasons, and seem to criticize one or two with insight.
But when most people actually sit in this position, they will also be overwhelmed by this extreme fear of exposure to risk.
It may seem strange to say this, but at that time, the moment Wei Qian sat on the old bear's chair, he was like everyone else in his heart, and all the resentment and resentment towards the old bear disappeared.
"Why didn't I stop him?" Wei Qian asked himself, "Is it out of sympathy for Chen Lu?"
No one would allow the old bear to take hundreds of millions of money to play a game of sustenance. They were silent all the way in the end. The most fundamental reason was that no one, including others, saw this at the very beginning of the decision. Project risk points. No one expected that a small piece of hillside would be divided into a surplus villa market in just a few months, and no one could see that it did not have an accurate and real customer group in the colorful project proposal.
The market is unpredictable. At the end of all sunny days, there may be a hideous face. The Titanic has hit an iceberg. Every day, countless ships of all sizes die and sink silently in it.
And such dangers are not so easily felt by ordinary employees and even the management, because they are all in the eyes of the helm.
Now, it is in his eyes.
Wei Qian didn't make any inaugural speech, he just took a sip from the water glass, moistened his throat, and said briefly: "Don't mention anything else, first let Mr. Xiong talk about the sales situation of the project department, and then the budget department and the investment department The Ministry of Finance announced the funding gap. After listening to it, those who want to leave can dismiss the meeting early, and submit their resignation application to the personnel department in time when they return. "
But the fact is that although he said so, no one left early, and it was hard to find a job. As long as the salary was still paid for one day, the employees would not take the initiative to resign. As for the managers, if one person "leaved early" With such determination and insights, perhaps they will not come to this point.
The longest meeting was held, and Wei Qian and Lao Xiong were the last ones left.
Wei Qian got up and stood in front of the old bear, who closed his eyes.
"What are you doing with your eyes closed?" Wei Qian said angrily, "You don't think that if you look like this bear, I have the appetite to kiss you, right?"
The old bear said in a low voice, "I thought you were going to hit me."
Wei Qian glanced around: "Here? That's not possible, at least I will wait until after get off work, and when you go to a place where no one is around, I will put a sack on you before beating you."
Old Xiong laughed softly: "What a rascal."
Then, he leaned heavily on the back of the chair, tilted his head back, and stared at the ceiling above his head.
After a while, the old bear said in a raving manner: "I sometimes wonder, what am I still doing here? Shouldn't I take Chen Lu far away, travel around the world, or wait quietly for the last moment with her?" ?”
Wei Qian quietly sat down next to Old Xiong. In front of him was the empty meeting room except for them. The translucent and cold stone-topped long table reflected his own strange shadow on the surface, which seemed to be the opening line of some kind of secret fable. .
"But I know very well that at this point, I see less of each other, but I still don't want to see her more. I can dream in the middle of the night that I died for her, but when I wake up, I dare not turn my head to look at her face. Do you think I'm sick?" The old bear had green stubble on his chin, looked up at Wei Qian as if he hadn't slept in ten thousand years, his eyes revealed a kind of ashes, quiet calmness, he said , "Qian'er, why don't you let me go to the project in City C, if you need me to run errands, I will be on call at any time."
Wei Qian didn't know what to say, he had never even been in a relationship, how could he know what was going on with the couple
"Okay, whatever you want." Wei Qian said, got up and left.
Maybe one day when Chen Lu died, Old Xiong would be free.
But one day, will the old bear still be the old bear
Time will condense Shashuo into stone, what will it condense the earliest and most green love into
Wei Qian suddenly regretted getting angry with Wei Zhiyuan that day.
Wei Qian washed his face by the sink in the bathroom, and put aside all his regrets and doubts as quickly as possible. He knew that his top priority was two things: how to stabilize his creditors, and how to postpone the negotiation The problem, and how to make up for the funding gap, should the project in City C find a way to revitalize it, or find a way to retreat.
How did that time pass, Wei Qian never wanted to look back.
When he had nothing in the past, he pinched his fingers at home with Mrs. Song for one hundred and eighty yuan. Most of what he felt was the pressure of survival. When my sister came to ask for pocket money, she wouldn't think of an excuse to hide out because she didn't have it.
Now, he was considered a propertied class in the city, and no one would think him a poor man any more. Even though the billboard fell off and killed three people these days, and two of them were bosses, no one would deny that he was really a dog.
And the pressure he was under has also changed from a family to dozens or even hundreds of people's salary next month and hundreds of millions of debts in the whole company.
Sanpang secretly said to him: "Qian'er, I'll tell you the truth, I really can't sleep, I get up every night and walk around the house, my parents thought I was hysterical at first, they both quickly Sent me to a psychiatric hospital. My dad told me to quit my job and stop working. I bought a small shop two years ago and rented it out to others. When I get it back, I can open a hot pot restaurant by myself. It’s good enough to have enough food and clothing.”
San Fatty is telling the truth, he is now frowning all day long, and he is so tired of falling in love with his beloved girl that he even forgot to remind Wei Qian about their family Xiaoyuan's coveted eyes like wolf dogs looking at bones all the way.
Wei Qian commented on him, "Look at your talent."
Sanpang stared: "Could it be that you can sleep? Why don't I believe it?"
Wei Qian glanced at him sideways: "Do you think I can't sleep?"
San Pang saw that he was really smart, not to mention radiant, at least the pier was clean, his face was not ugly, there were no bloodshot eyes, no dark circles, and he was thinking clearly when he spoke. All functioning normally, no abnormalities.
San Fatty accepted it, thinking that there are indeed differences between people.
When Wei Qian was admitted to a key high school, he still thought it was because of this kid's hard work and love of learning. Now San Fatty found that the gap between him and Wei Qian was like a natural moat. To be able to catch up with the Empress Dowager Cixi who lost power and humiliated the country and was able to eat and sleep well is almost hopeless.
Empress Dowager Cixi has passed away for many years, and the spiritual world of that traitorous old woman has not been verified so far. Wei Qian doesn't know what's going on with her, but he knows that his spiritual world is always shaky and about to collapse.
"Sleeping well" is simply his bragging and fooling, and the proper packaging stabilizes the morale of the army.
That year Wei Qian started to suffer from insomnia. Before this, he never thought that this kind of problem would fall on him. He used to think that it was those rich men who had nothing to do, so they would cover their chests and suffer from insomnia. What.
In the past twenty years or so, he was indeed able to fall asleep anytime and anywhere, but now, he finally dared not speak without pain in his back.
I don't know if it's physiological or psychological. Wei Qian was often busy until the middle of the night in the beginning, and his life was irregular. After one or two o'clock, he didn't feel very sleepy. After a while, over time, he found that he couldn't fall asleep even if he lay down on time.
In order to make himself look less like a dead dog, Wei Qian began to take sleeping pills in small amounts.
This matter has always been a secret until Wei Zhiyuan discovered it.
That day Wei Qian went out to meet someone from a consulting company, and he came back quite early. Wei Zhiyuan has been leading his team to do the final debugging of the program recently, and he stayed late every day. Now, with the bedroom door closed, I thought he was asleep.
Since there was basically nothing to do on the second day, and it was the winter vacation and there was no class, Wei Zhiyuan was not in a hurry to rest. After a simple wash, he sat down and began to study the next plan and general ideas.
When one or two o'clock was approaching, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly heard a voice in the living room. He didn't pay attention to it at first, but then he felt something was wrong—it seemed to be rummaging for something.
Wei Qian took sleeping pills, but he forgot them in a hurry, and didn't think about buying them. In the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep as usual. After writhing in pain for a while, he came up with a bad idea - many cold medicines contain sleeping pills. ingredients, he decided to improvise for the day, substituting cold medicine for sleeping pills.
The medicine is three-point poisonous, Wei Qian knows it well, and he also knows that eating too much of this stuff will damage the organs and brain meridian.
But the pain of insomnia aside, this is not unbearable, but Wei Qian has to discuss the debt extension issue the next day, and there is still a tough battle to fight, how can he not sleep at a time like this
The more Wei Qian thought about it, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't sleep. In the end, he almost felt that even if the rat poison could make him lie down and sleep for a night, he would be able to eat a bowl without changing his expression.
Wei Zhiyuan observed him for a while, and asked strangely, "Have you caught a cold?"
In his impression, Wei Qian's physique is not of the kind that is prone to catch a cold - he will be seriously ill if he gets sick, and he is usually fine.
Wei Qian was startled, and the cold medicine in his hand fell back into the drawer with a "click". He glanced back at Wei Zhiyuan, thinking resentfully, when this kid grows up, there will be no such thing as walking quietly like a weasel. regress.
Wei Qian didn't bother to explain to him, but just prevaricated: "Oh, a little bit."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't believe it. Wei Qian didn't have an abnormal nasal sound when he spoke, and he didn't look like he had a fever. Moreover, with his brother's urination, he might not even be aware of minor disasters and illnesses, let alone take the initiative to take medicine.
"A little bit? Are you looking for cold medicine in the middle of the night?" Wei Zhiyuan walked over, frowned and looked suspiciously at the medicine he took, scanning the effects and side effects at a glance, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Brother, are you Can't sleep?"
Wei Qian cursed in his heart expressionlessly: "How can this bastard see this?"
At the same time, he stretched out his hand to Wei Zhiyuan very calmly, and said perfunctorily in his nonchalant tone: "Well, a little—give it to me, and you also go to bed earlier."
Wei Zhiyuan withdrew his hand: "You can't take cold medicine like this."
Wei Qian: "It's okay, not often."
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him in disbelief: "You still want to do it often? Oh, you wait."
He dug out a bag of milk from the refrigerator, poured it into a small pot, put it on the fire, and added a spoonful of sugar to it.
This stuff doesn't work if you drink it or not, Wei Qian has tried it long ago, but he didn't reject Wei Zhiyuan's kindness, he just said beside him: "Wouldn't it be enough to put it in the microwave for a while?"
"That's different." Wei Zhiyuan said.
How hot is not hot? Wei Qian didn't think of it, but it seemed to taste different, he guessed it might be because of Wei Zhiyuan's extra spoonful of sugar.
After drinking, he went back to the house, planning to come out to search around after the little boy fell asleep. Unexpectedly, as soon as he lay down, Wei Zhiyuan followed in with the quilt in his arms. Wei Qian turned on the bedside lamp and watched Wei Zhiyuan throw the quilt on his bed silently. A particularly thick quilt wrapped in a quilt.
Wei Qian: "What are you doing?"
Wei Zhiyuan squeezed onto his bed: "Watching you sleep."
Wei Qian felt that although he couldn't fall asleep, he couldn't be said to be particularly awake. If he had to describe it, his whole body was in a state of numbness between sleep and wakefulness. He was trying to think about the situation numbly. , gave up after a moment, and asked his precious brother: "Are you planning to knock me out with this?"
Wei Zhiyuan said: "I have a new idea, I can tell you about it, there is a very boring algorithm in the middle, see if I can tell you to sleep."
He didn't say anything, Wei Qian had pushed back the quilt and sat up.
"Well, okay, come on, get me a root."
"" Wei Zhiyuan paused, and said helplessly, "I just want to help you sleep, brother, don't be so serious all the time, okay?"
Wei Qian pressed his slightly sore temple with one hand, and said with a wry smile, "If this can also put me to sleep, wouldn't I have to sleep several laps every day in meetings?"
Wei Zhiyuan thought for a while, then suddenly put his notes aside, and then laughed.
Wei Qian was surprised to find that Wei Zhiyuan's eyes don't seem to be curved at all, but when he smiles, they are authentic smiling eyes, with both ends slightly turned up, like a pair of beautiful crescent moons.
"I understand." Wei Zhiyuan said, and turned the bedside lamp to the darkest, so that everything under the lamp was only a vague silhouette, then he drew the curtains and pushed open the window, and a large gust of cold air rushed towards him immediately. The warm room rushed in.
Wei Qian immediately got under the quilt: "Why the hell are you opening the window? It woke me up completely from the cold, student Xiaoyuan, can you please move the old man into your own house and don't trouble me here?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Look, it's snowing."
Frost or white mist always condense on the windows in the cold winter, making it difficult to see what is outside.
As soon as Wei Zhiyuan said it, Wei Qian saw the snow goose feathers all over the sky, and some flakes drifted into the house with the cold wind, and melted in a blink of an eye.
Wei Zhiyuan closed the window again, but left the curtain a crack.
He wiped off the white gas on the small piece of glass, so that people in the room could clearly see the thicker and thicker snow on the window sill outside.
Then I cleaned up all the materials on Wei Qian's desk and threw them under the table, pulled up a graduation photo of Wei Qian that was thrown in the corner and placed it in the middle, then sat back on the bed, pulled up the pillow and quilt to make them soft , and pulled it to Wei Qian's chin.
Wei Qian couldn't help but smile: "You're pretty good at taking care of people."
Wei Zhiyuan said: "When you are old, I will still take care of you like this."
Wei Qian failed to understand his metaphor of "growing old together": "When I get old, will you be very young? You are not my son."
This time, Wei Zhiyuan didn't answer. He lay down next to Wei Qian rustlingly, raised his hand to turn off the light, leaned over and whispered in Wei Qian's ear: "Sleep, when the weather is fine, the quilt needs to be dried." gone."
Wei Qian's ears are very sensitive, and he couldn't help but want to avoid it, but Wei Zhiyuan would let go as soon as he touched it, and only the light in his eyes could be seen in the darkness.
With crooked smiling eyes, such a picture suddenly flashed in Wei Qian's mind, and then Wei Zhiyuan's words in his ear seemed to form some kind of magic spell, and he felt in a trance that there was a smell in the soft quilt that had just been exposed to the sun. Sweet, sunny scent.
Lying on the bed, he looked up just enough to see the small window that was cleaned through the gap in the curtains left by Wei Zhiyuan, and then saw the heavy snow all over the sky through the window, and the quilt wrapped around his body looked extraordinarily warm .
The temperature difference between indoors and outdoors quickly stained the clear glass with hazy hoarfrost, and the ice and snow were cut off from the window bit by bit, and it was soon impossible to see clearly. The sweet milk that I just drank was dense from the stomach to the limbs Hundred skeletons played a small security role.
The milk heated on a small fire is really different from the milk that has been turned around in the microwave.
The people around him faintly let out a very comfortable sigh, and it seemed that someone was hugging him in the dimness, but this didn't touch Wei Qian's weak and sensitive nerves, and he fell asleep.
Regarding what happened to him outside, Wei Zhiyuan didn't hear a single word from him. Of course he was concerned, but he restrained himself and didn't mention a word or ask at this time and occasion—because Wei Qian's anxiety was not No point will be lost for talking.
Wei Zhiyuan just matched the senses of vision, hearing, touch, taste and even the illusion that can be hinted very skillfully, making up a "home" for him.
It is not a house, not even a home in terms of social meaning and ethics, not a home that needs firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, and needs to be "headed".
It is a place that is isolated from the cold wind and heavy rain.
It is a foothold for travelers who have traveled through wind and rain like a destination.
A good night's sleep.
The next day, when Wei Qian was woken up by the alarm clock that he had kept for a long time, the sky was already bright.
In the living room came the sound of Mrs. Song scrambling and practicing walking, Wei Zhiyuan went out early to check the information, and Xiaobao also went to class.
Wei Qian hurriedly got up to wash up, there were baked bread and fried poached eggs in the restaurant, and the bottle of sleeping pills he put on the table the night before was taken away by Wei Zhiyuan and thrown away.
Since then, Wei Qian has never bought sleeping pills, and never needed them again.
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