Mrs. Song stared at Mazi's mother for a while with her dizzy old eyes wide open, and her expressive ability was also limited. She clearly wanted to say something, but she couldn't sort out the order, so she could only let them be crowded under her stiff tongue. .
Mazi's mother explained plainly: "Look, my parents are long gone, the man died, and now I don't even have a son, and I have no relatives. I am like this again, so I don't have much energy to come here. I live as a pawn for others." Dragging, but I used to always think, if I die, wouldn’t it be in vain for San’er and Qian’er to suffer so much? So I have never dared to die. Two days ago, my eldest sister came to visit with I said this house is worth a lot of money, which reminded me that my old life is worth a house, and I want to leave the house to those two children."
Mrs. Song said with difficulty: "What are you thinking?"
"I didn't think about it, I just wanted to choose a good place so that no one could find me after I left." Mazi's mother said briskly.
It seems that life has become a painful burden for her, which makes her rush to death extraordinarily brisk.
When Mazi's mother said this, she turned to Mrs. Song, "Sister, will you come with me?"
Mrs. Song shook her head quickly, and said vaguely: "I dare not, in our hometown, whoever's old man is like this, how can they poke the backs of your children and grandchildren!"
She spoke in a hurry, and Mazi's mother listened to it several times before she understood, and then she laughed: "You think too much, my old sister, we live in this place, come out and go in, who knows who you are ? Do you know who lives upstairs, male or female, old or young? Who can poke at whose spine?"
Mrs. Song couldn't refute, her eloquence was shattered by a serious illness, and now even if others scolded her face to face, she couldn't figure out how to reply, her face flushed with anxiety.
Mazi's mother laughed: "Talk slowly, don't worry, we two sisters are idlers now."
Although Mazi's mother didn't say it directly, wouldn't she be dead if she left like this
How can a person seek death? What a shame!
Granny Song was thinking desperately how to stop her, trying to slow down her violent breathing.
Her short-term memory is terrible now, but events from decades ago are like stones under the river bed, revealed as the water gradually dries up.
Granny Song jumped out word by word with difficulty, trying to make her articulation clearer.
"When I was seven or eight years old, it was just in time for the rioting Japanese soldiers. They had a large camp on the west side of the city, and there were still many days to go in and out. My third master and his family lived there. Adults dare not Let's go, no one cares about the children, so my grandfather asked me to deliver food to them. In fact, I am not afraid to take care of them. My mother gave birth to five daughters, and they were all called girl girls. Girl girls are worthless. Who cares except my own mother?" Mrs. Song looked at Mazi's mother and said earnestly, "I was young at the time, and I didn't know how to be afraid, and I didn't know that Japanese soldiers would kill people. Nothing happened to me, my grandfather said I was lucky."
Mazi's mother just smiled inexplicably.
Seeing that she couldn't impress her, Mrs. Song continued to say: "In the next three years, there were natural disasters, starvation, and no food. The brigade can share some food, but there are old and young in the family, and it is not our turn to eat. The cold winter months During the day, my sister-in-law and I took the last piece of pickled vegetables and mixed it with cold water to eat. I said that when the wild vegetables grow in the spring, people will not be hungry. My sister-in-law said: "Hey, do you want to live until the beginning of spring? I dare not think so Many.' How did it turn out? Both of us lived to the beginning of spring, and we became two old bastards in their 70s and 80s."
This time, even the smile on Mazi Ma's face became indifferent, and there seemed to be a film in her cloudy eyes, which lightly blocked all of Granny Song's words from her ears.
Granny Song leaned forward with great difficulty, grabbed Mazi Mazi's only deformed hand, and shook it twice vigorously: "Live, big sister, how hard it is, live!"
Mazi's mother was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head: "Don't talk about it, I have already thought about it. When I decide where to go and figure out how to get there, I will find a chance to go."
Mrs. Song sighed and wiped her eyes, but her eyes were too dry, and it was not so easy to cry.
Mazi's mother asked her, "Will you tell me about this?"
Granny Song shook her head emphatically before she had time to delve into it.
Mazi's mother had an expression on her face, as if she was relieved and seemed to understand something. She asserted: "I knew it, I knew it. One day, you will be the same as me."
Later, Mrs. Song walked away from Mazi's mother, leaning on crutches and dragging her heavy steps. Neither of them could convince the other.
Mazi's mother made her feel very uncomfortable. Granny Song felt her face was hot and she was also a little angry. She felt that Mazi's mother was not a thing, and that she had let down San Pang and Wei Qian's hard work in the early years.
No matter how difficult or difficult it is, those loves that never leave, are they only worth a few dilapidated houses
However, in the final analysis, Mrs. Song also admitted that Mazi's mother was right on a certain level—she would either let down Wei Qian and his hard work, or continue to drag them down.
Either fulfill the children's conscience, or fulfill your own conscience.
Mrs. Song is afraid of death. The more the road of life comes to an end, the more she fears death.
She was finally rescued and returned to where she is now. But when she trembled for a long time before trying to open the door of the house, she was still in such a difficult situation in her heart, and once again sighed to herself: "You trash, It's boring to live."
But her mood lasted for a short time, because that night, Song Xiaobao's training ended and he went home.
Song Xiaobao is not responsible for raising the family, not responsible for arranging the big and small matters of the family, but only responsible for being poor and happy all day long. She has little responsibility, and she does a good job—it is indeed very happy to be noisy every day.
Xiaobao doesn't dislike grandma, and it doesn't matter if grandma speaks slowly—anyway, the whole family, as long as she is there, there is almost no room for others to play, and she can talk about the whole audience by herself.
Wei Qian opened the door and came in, just in time to hear her dancing and bragging: "Grandma, let me tell you, when I get better in the future, I might even act in a movie! You haven't seen a movie, right? It's different from TV. Much bigger than a TV screen and as big as a wall!"
Wei Qian was right at the door, and couldn't help laughing.
He remembered that when he was young, he always thought this little girl was too noisy, but only now did he realize that it was a blessing to have a noisy girl in the family.
"Brother!" Song Xiaobaoshan rushed towards him with a tsunami, chirping, "Has the girl lost weight? Is she beautiful? Does she look like a flower?"
Wei Qian's expression was gentle, but his words were still vicious. He said coolly, "Like, what a dog's tail flower."
Little Baohou played around with him a lot, and Wei Qian pulled her off with great difficulty: "Your second brother will only be back on the weekend, and I will be on a business trip in two days. Can you stay at home by yourself and take care of grandma?"
Song Xiaobao quickly stood at attention: "Don't worry, the people are your greatest backing!"
Wei Qian slapped the "people" on the back of the head: "Go and see, is there enough change at home?"
Song Xiaobao ran to the cash cabinet where he usually kept his cash and took a look, then came back and reported, "That's enough, wait a minute."
She said that she went to Mrs. Song's room to take out the medicine she usually took, checked it, pinched her fingers to calculate, and then turned to Wei Qian and shouted: "Brother, grandma's medicine is almost out, it's time to buy it. Leave me some more money."
Seeing Song Xiaobao run out, Mrs. Song couldn't help but move slowly, poking her head out.
She saw Wei Qian take out his wallet and count out a dozen dazzlingly red banknotes to Xiaobao.
The smile on Granny Song's face that hadn't faded since Xiaobao came back slowly disappeared.
She thought: "Oh, what, it costs so much to buy a medicine? Is it all gold?"
Sure enough, Wei Qian was leaving the next day. Before he left, he left his home and headquarters to San Fatty to take care of him.
San Pang didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he repeated the story while talking, and wanted to tell Wei Qian about the matchmaking.
Wei Qian suddenly turned his head into two big ones: "Third brother, please do me a favor, I can't even find my mother in the north, and you still want to introduce girls to me?"
San Pang made a serious diagnosis and said: "Can't you find the north? Do you feel very blind? Do you feel that life is full of pressure and no fun at all? You, this is the lack of love."
Wei Qian said blankly: "I don't think I lack love. My problem may be caused by lack of money. Now you can get me a few hundred million in real money, and I can do it on the spot. .”
"Go away," the three fat hairs all exploded, "Our daughter is glorious through the ages, and you are the stinky stone in the latrine, and no one wants to stick it upside down."
Wei Qian shrugged: "Okay, if no one wants it, then no one wants it, then I'm leaving."
"Come back." Sanpang said, and took out the photo of the girl he showed Wei Qian last time, and forced it to him, "I told you last time, this girl is called Feng Ning. In the first class, I stayed at the school after graduating from graduate school, and now I continue to study while doing administrative work, and I can be transferred to a formal lecturer as soon as I get a doctorate."
Wei Qian was about to howl: "Forgive me, I really"
San Fatty interrupted him: "He is a high-spirited, talented and good-looking person. It's cheap to introduce you, okay? I know you can't take care of it now. When the project is settled, come back and get acquainted. Do you hear me? Many people are chasing after me, and if I get too late, I will be caught up first."
Wei Qian perfunctory: "Let's settle it."
San Pang's face, which had been beautiful for thousands of years, suddenly changed, and his expression sank, and he asked coldly: "What's the matter, is such a good girl not good enough for you? You still talk about your little girl all day long. How about yourself?"
Wei Qian paused.
"Third brother won't hurt you, I know you don't like this type, but you need not only to be excited, but also to be suitable for a long time to live. It's right for a while, and you can fight and play together when you go home, that's okay Is it?" San Pang sighed, slowed down his tone, and said almost earnestly, "With your bad temper, how many young girls can bear it? You have to find someone with a peaceful personality who is willing to tolerate others. See What will happen on one side? If you can’t find something else, will you lose a piece of meat? You dare to carry such a big mess, but you dare not see a woman?”
Just once, Wei Qian finally let go.
In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he himself knew that he was not interested in Feng Ning, but was simply provoked by San Fatty's words.
He seems to be just eager to prove that he can set a positive example for Wei Zhiyuan, and that he can also make adult and rational choices instead of succumbing to the willfulness that he shouldn't have in his heart.
As for the vague awkwardness in his heart, Wei Qian ignored it without any suspense. He was used to enduring all kinds of pressure and unhappiness, and he didn't have much expectation and longing for married life.
It's just how people should be.
Then Wei Qian took Dr. Ma to the distant city C.
In the few days when he just left, Wei Zhiyuan sent him text messages every morning and evening. He asked about everything, such as eating, drinking, and messing around. He even asked about Wei Qian's daily weather forecast. Send me a reminder, it's annoying to death.
After a while, whenever Wei Qian heard the phone ring, he didn't even need to look at it, he would know that it was his unlucky brother again in all likelihood.
Then one day, without knowing what happened, Wei Zhiyuan sent a text message out of nowhere and asked, "Is she fine?"
Wei Qian didn't understand, thinking that Wei Zhiyuan had sent the message to the wrong person, he planned to ask later, but he happened to have something to do at hand, so he forgot about it after a while.
Then, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly disappeared.
Wei Qian was a little uncomfortable at first, feeling like he was suddenly ignored. But when he called the family to report his safety, he didn't hear anything strange about Xiaobao. Everything at home is fine. Wei Qian judges others by himself. It is estimated that Wei Zhiyuan is too busy to take care of something, and feels awkward This feeling lasted for a few days, and I didn't take it seriously.
The south is not like the north, where projects are affected by the seasons. After Wei Qian arrived, he invited a group of designers the next day. It took two weeks to come up with a plan for the renovation.
It turns out that there are two supporting facilities in the villa area, one is the hospital at the northernmost point, and the other is the clubhouse at the southernmost point.
With the help of the hot springs in the mountains in the north, they transformed it into a recuperation and health center integrating beauty services for women, and the clubhouse in the south was transformed into a private school.
For the sake of this school, Old Xiong was sent back again. He flew around the country and mobilized almost all his connections. Then he hired a famous overseas training institution. They invited people here to avoid rent and To provide teachers with board and lodging and regular recuperation as a condition, with the help of the brand of the overseas training institution, a "private international school" was packaged.
From foreign language training to study abroad intermediary, we provide one-stop service, and sign a guaranteed contract with students to ensure that they apply for a place to study abroad that is above the guaranteed school level.
The head of household in the villa area is exempt from tuition and service fees.
This time, the advertisement was put out by the overseas training institution in the name of "Private International School", and it quickly covered the target customer group, turning a holiday villa into a "school district room". It's almost recovered.
After more than half a year, the entire project was liquidated directly, even far exceeding the 200% return on investment Mr. Zhang expected at the beginning.
Of course, these follow-up tasks are the responsibility of the marketing team of the project company. When the sales office welcomed the first wave of out-of-town guests who came to see the house, Wei Qian knew that their most difficult hurdle had passed.
On the way back, Ma Chunming excitedly asked him like a nail growing on his buttocks: "Then, is my consulting service this time considered a success? Is it considered an introduction? Director Wei, you said that I would come to work with you Is it true? I can"
He glanced sideways at Wei Qian, and suddenly shut up.
The plane hadn't left the runway yet, but Wei Qian was already falling asleep, leaning on the back of his chair.
It's not easy being a boss, Ma Chunming thought.
After the turbulence, Dr. Ma put down the small table, took out his peace, and carefully recorded all the work experience of this trip. Then, he turned the book to the last page, and carefully drew a little turtle climbing up the mountain on the blank page.
When Wei Qian was woken up by the stewardess who delivered the meal, Dr. Ma already had a little turtle with a reinforced company.
The familiar style of painting and vivid movements made Wei Qian recognize it at a glance after many years. Immediately, the word "Ma Chunming" became familiar, and it coincided with the name on the title page of the old class he had used. got together.
Wei Qian couldn't help but ask, "You also graduated from City No. 3 Middle School?"
Dr. Ma hurriedly closed his eyes in a panic, regretting that he got carried away for a while and showed his most unreliable side in front of his future boss.
Wei Qian couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, you can draw, it's pretty good."
He didn't expect that he would meet the "Turtle Master" just like this, it's really a strange encounter in life. He recalled the time when he used the second-hand class to fight black fists in Guangdong and Guangxi. Amidst the rumble of the plane engine, he opened the lowered sunshield a little, and a large cloud was under the fuselage, and the strong ultraviolet rays pierced people's eyes. pain.
Wei Qian's chest suddenly opened up.
Of course, if he knew what San Pang had done behind his back during his absence, and what he was going to face when he returned, maybe he wouldn't be so happy so early.
On the first day Wei Qian left, Sanpang sneaked into his house and told Xiaobao that he had a copy of company information to get from Wei Qian's house.
Of course, Xiao Bao didn't have the slightest doubt, and walked by with the apple in his mouth without even looking at it.
Three fat acquaintances committing crimes can be said to be twice the result with half the effort. After entering Wei Qian's room, they removed the original and old graduation photos on his desk and replaced them with Feng Ning's photos, which were full of hints. Next to it was a small gift box—an exquisite lighter in a decidedly girly box.
Wei Zhiyuan did not expect that Wei Qian would suddenly decide to go to the south, otherwise he would not have left. A week later, he returned home on time. Although he was a little regretful that he did not realize the observation results, he still insisted on harassing Wei Qian once a day, and the harassment was unbearable. It's fun.
One day, he seemed to have finally annoyed Wei Qian. Wei Qian called back, first briefly asked about the situation at home, and then began to reprimand Wei Zhiyuan: "Are you still there? Telecom has just opened business in Guicun. You know how to play with your mobile phone, right? My monthly communication fee is higher than that of the sex consultant over there who is dating!"
The last few words of scolding sounded very sweet to Wei Zhiyuan, and he was so happy to be scolded, but before the flower buds were fully opened, Wei Zhiyuan was stunned by another news-San Pang knocked on the door and brought in several boxes The exquisitely packaged snacks were handed to Xiaobao as soon as he entered the door and said, "Your brother won't come back, it's cheaper for you two, let's eat."
Xiaobao brazenly pulled the packing box, and said politely without sincerity: "Oh, third brother, you came here as soon as you came, what else can you bring, can you get a few more boxes next time?"
"You're going to be hungry." Sanpang replied with a smile, but glanced at Wei Zhiyuan intentionally or unintentionally, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Don't be so sentimental, I didn't buy this for you. They bought it for you. Got it for your brother."
Xiaobao had to keep in shape, and didn't dare to eat too much, so he carefully broke off half a piece to satisfy his greed: "Who? Who bought it for my brother?"
San Pang smiled secretly at Wei Zhiyuan who was behind her: "Your future sister-in-law."
He saw with satisfaction that Wei Zhiyuan's expression suddenly changed.
Xiaobao was stunned for a moment, at first she frowned a little uncomfortably, but she accepted it quickly, and soon she was relieved, chasing Sanpang and asked: "When did it happen? Why didn't my brother tell me? What is she doing? Is she in a good temper?" ? What is it like?"
San Pang laughed: "Your third brother introduced it, can it be wrong? Go to your brother's house and have a look, there must be photos."
Xiaobao went there immediately, and she quickly found Feng Ning's photo and the gift box on Wei Qian's desk, and found that Xin Dalu was making a fuss, and tried to drag Wei Zhiyuan to watch it together.
"Little Treasure," Wei Zhiyuan said suddenly, "Grandma seems to be calling you."
"Oh," Song Xiaobao didn't doubt that he was there, stuffed the rest of the dim sum into his mouth, turned around and ran away puffing out his cheeks, "Here we come!"
San Pang looked at Wei Zhiyuan's gloomy face, he had never seen Wei Zhiyuan like this before, that kind of undisguised coldness made San Pang think of the perverted murderer who took revenge on the society, his eyes made people shudder.
Is Wei Qian blind? Can't even see this—San Pang sighed in his heart, and had a premonition that Wei Zhiyuan was going to tear himself apart face to face, and that the words hidden underneath would be honest.
Sanpang pretended to have just realized it, looked at Wei Zhiyuan's face and joked, "What's the matter? Are you unhappy?"
Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything at first.
"Oh, third brother knows, this is the same feeling as my own father looking for a stepmother, and that girl Xiaobao can be so heartless." Sanpang patted Wei Zhiyuan's stiff shoulder pretending to understand, pretending to be Said, "But think about it, your brother is your brother after all, even parents can't follow their children for a lifetime, let alone brothers, one day, you will all start your own families, this is the law of nature."
San Pang said, raising his head to observe Wei Zhiyuan's expression, but he couldn't find any clues in the young man's eyes, there was only a gloomy blackness inside, he finally couldn't help but blurted out: "Your brother's life is not easy, you you Well, let him stop worrying."
Wei Zhiyuan lowered his voice and said with his lips barely moving: "Third brother, do you know?"
San Pang didn't know how to answer, facing the extremely pale face of the child he had grown up with, he was speechless for a while.
The corner of Wei Zhiyuan's mouth twitched, as if he sneered very quickly, then he turned and left without saying a word. Sanpang couldn't help his heart palpitations at his last look, and couldn't help but think: This kid is going to be stimulated too much, so why not do something
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Although the cause and effect have been changed beyond recognition, here is an adaptation of a real business case
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