Wei Qian was simply afraid of Wei Zhiyuan.
Wei Qian has never been a character who can run away to the end. He will always find ways to face problems—because he has developed a habit since he was a child.
But he was thinking about it, and he couldn't think of a solution that could convince him, so he had to keep thinking, his head was about to explode.
Fortunately, Wei Zhiyuan seems to have noticed it too. After returning from the pond that day, he stopped pestering Wei Qian all the time. He also has his own affairs to be busy. Sometimes he will go out, and sometimes he will lock himself in the room Working or holding online teleconferences, but I don't know how he did it. Wei Qian feels that although the kid's sense of presence is not so strong, he can actually be everywhere!
Wei Zhiyuan's eyes are relatively large in the crowd, and you can't tell when you open them normally, but when you smile, they have a taste of peach blossom eyes, and you can sweep a large area with a glance. His eyes are as real as they are, and they will always focus on Wei Qian.
Sometimes being gentle and sometimes being focused can be tolerated, but what can't be tolerated is that sometimes when Wei Zhiyuan comes out to pour water and get something to eat, he will think of something he shouldn't be thinking about. At this time, his eyes will become very explicit, almost forming It's raped.
After a weekend of rest, Wei Qian "rested" like a mans back.
Finally on Monday, Wei Qian hid from the company early in the morning. This perverted workaholic looked at the various reports piled up on the table for him to review, and felt relieved. .
When Wei Qian went to the Monday morning routine meeting, he was still thinking uncomfortably: What am I afraid of him doing? What do I have to be guilty of
As he was walking, suddenly a dazed person came towards him and almost collided with him.
Wei Qian took a closer look and saw that it was Ma Chunming, and said angrily, "You just took drugs? What kind of image is this?"
Ma Chun tomorrow has a long oval face, sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, big eyes, double eyelids, and some protruding eyes. Generally speaking, it can be said that it does not meet the aesthetics of the people. Fortunately, he is always smiling, at least It can be regarded as a golden monkey with a friendly expression, but it is also lovable.
But at this time, for some reason, he was wearing a sunny head, his feet were sloppy, his face was sallow, and his eyes were still red, making his eyes protrude even more, and he became a big-headed and thin-necked et.
Ma Chunming gave him a look of resentment and resentment, and successfully made Wei Qian, who had been tortured by the eyes of the weekend, get goose bumps all over his body. Then Dr. Ma said to Wei Qian in mourning, "Wei Dongzao."
"" Wei Qian, "Good morning."
Ma Chunming's eyes were dull, and he passed by him in a daze.
Comrade Ma Chunming, his risk control consultant and executive vice president, is a person who loves work very much. Dr. Ma always remembers that it was hard-won to get this job back then, and it is like winning a lottery by accident, so he cherishes it very much , is always conscientious.
But this morning meeting, he was silent from the beginning to the end, and he was in a very trance state. When Wei Qian asked about the weekly arrangement of the risk control work, he called him twice, but Ma Chunming didn't hear him. The three fat people opposite him hit him on the forehead with a ball of paper, and it was only then that Dr. Ma noticed that there were so many stupid humans around.
Ma Chunming: "Ah, I have nothing to add."
Wei Qian rolled his eyelids: "Did I ask you to add it?"
Ma Chunming's expression was blank, and the manager of the risk control department next to him hurriedly reported the work for him, at least to cover up the situation.
Wei Qian gave Dr. Ma a warning look, and instead of sweeping his face on the spot, he led him to his office after the regular meeting.
He sat behind the desk like a monster, raised Erlang's legs and lit a cigarette, and asked Ma Chunming coldly with lowered eyelids: "Doctor, let me ask you, is sleepwalking the theme of our regular meeting today?"
Ma Chunming slid to the side, not daring to raise his head to speak.
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After all, he has been an old subordinate for many years. Seeing his ghostly appearance, Wei Qian felt a little bit of human sympathy, so he softened his tone a little in the next sentence, and said to him: "If there is anything at home, you can Go back and deal with it first, it’s okay to ask for two days off.”
At this time, Ma Chunming suddenly asked without going to the village or behind the shop: "Am I successful in my career?"
Wei Qian: "Ah? What the hell?"
Ma Chunming staggered to find a chair, slumped on it, and started complaining like Mrs. Xianglin: "You pay me such a high salary and let me take care of so many things. I have the illusion that I am very successful, but what is the use? I will still be abandoned, no matter how hard I try, I will still be abandoned."
Wei Qian: ""
He heard so much that he even forgot to put the cigarette in his mouth.
As Ma Chunming was talking, tears fell like rain, the tears were crackling, his expression was piercing, but his voice didn't cry loudly, he just choked with grievance.
Wei Qian: "Hey, is this a quarrel with your wife? It's not because I keep you on business trips, which affects the relationship between husband and wife, right?"
Ma Chunming finally couldn't bear it anymore, put his elbows on his knees, covered his face with his hands, bowed his body, and collapsed: "I have been in love with her for three years, and I have been married for more than two years. Beautiful family background, I am a bit unworthy of her, but for so many years, as long as I have, I will get her whatever she wants, even if she wants to eat people's hearts, I can cut open the chest and cut it into pieces for her exploded"
"Please put it in a less disgusting way." Wei Qian wrinkled his nose. Hearing this, his breakfast turned upside down a bit.
Ma Chunming turned a deaf ear: "But why does she want to be with others behind my back?"
Wei Qian was taken aback: "What? How do you know? Did you see it?"
Ma Chunming wiped away tears: "I saw it with my own eyes. Didn't I just accompany my partner back from out of town last night? I arranged their board and lodging and sent them all the way to the hotel. I saw her and a man with my own eyes. She walked in with her arms crossed, she didn't know that I came back yesterday and I spent the night outside the hotel."
He said, sniffing his nose hard, feeling a little cold.
"Wait, I have cold medicine here." Wei Qian dug out a few packs of cold medicine from the drawer and gave it to him, "Sleeping outside the hotel? Oh, they beat you to guard the door—you think you are sick?" ?”
In such a situation, this man actually said such unsympathetic and harsh words to make up for it. Ma Chunming broke down in tears and was heartbroken.
Wei Qian waved his hand and extinguished the cigarette: "Well, tell me what you want to do, divorce? Go to court? Or what? Have you found out who the bitch who hooked up with other people's wives is? Either I find someone Check it out for you?"
"That's not the case at all!" Ma Chunming raised his voice, "I don't care who that person is at all! I have liked such a woman in my life, and I know I am not good enough for her, so I don't mind my treating her If she is very caring, she only pays back one point, but how can she trample on other people's sincerity like this?"
The words "trample on other people's sincerity" were like a wasp's stinger, stabbing Wei Qian's heart lightly and lightly.
He couldn't help thinking of Wei Zhiyuan.
Wei Qian couldn't accept Wei Zhiyuan's change from fiery to deep feelings, but also felt a little bit of panic - like a child who is usually not very popular and has no sense of existence, when he suddenly gets the attention of everyone. That panic.
To use an inappropriate analogy, a man who has been starving all year round is suddenly stuffed with two bloody steamed buns. Won't throw it away.
Ma Chunming: "Why did you keep me back then? Is it because I look like a monkey, is it fun? I am useless at all."
Wei Qian came back from his howling, and he was absent-minded, but he just comforted him dryly: "Okay, it's not your fault, don't belittle yourself here."
Ma Chunming heard his consolation, knowing that it was already pretty good for him not to make trouble and to perform at this level, so he smiled miserably at Wei Qian: "Thank you."
Immediately, the smile disappeared, leaving only miserable: "You don't understand us losers. The abandoned people are like being completely denied. I don't hate her, nor do I feel that I hurt a man's self-esteem. I can't find the meaning of my own existence"
Ma Chunming said, getting up staggeringly: "Dong Wei, I'm asking for two days off."
Wei Qian sensed something else, and hurriedly said, "Hey, wait, come back!"
But Ma Chunming seemed to be really ashamed, as if he didn't hear him, he left his office like a walking dead.
Wei Qian had no choice but to hang up the intercom and call Xiaofei: "You call someone, let's call Mrs. Ma's assistant. Watch him more these two days. Why do I think this is a prelude to buying a hemp rope to hang himself?"
After a while, Xiao Fei knocked on the door of his office, holding a coat in his hand: "I have asked someone to watch Mr. Ma."
Wei Qian stared at the thing in her hand for a while: "It seems to be my clothes?"
"Well, Xiaoyuan sent it just now, saying that the temperature will cool down in the afternoon." Xiaofei hung the clothes at the door, "I haven't seen you for several years, and I didn't dare to recognize it just now."
While talking, Xiao Fei dug out a tea bag from the drawer, picked up Wei Qian's cup in a trained manner, and made him a cup of steaming tea; "I've heard about Mr. Ma, his wife is quite nice. Honest. In fact, for some people, love is like a high-level copy of the parent-child relationship in the family when they were young. When they are suddenly lost, it is like being thrown away by a child by their parents. Thinking about it, I feel so painful."
Wei Qian: "The child was thrown away by the parents? Where does this come from?"
Xiaofei shrugged: "Of course not everyone is like this, but some people do have that kind of feeling, maybe because they really have deep feelings. After being together for a long time, they tend to rely on each other very much, like clumsy children. Or how good-tempered Mr. Ma is like a puppy, I think he is so pitiful, he circles around his woman, thinking that he works so hard outside for her, but he doesn't care about it at all. kicked him away."
She spoke vividly, and Wei Qian couldn't help but a scene appeared in Wei Qian's mind. Ma Chunming spent the night at the entrance of the hotel with his tail between his legs and his neck and shoulders shrunken, like a bamboo pole, on a late autumn night.
And the protagonist of that scene suddenly changed, and in his wanton thoughts, he became Wei Zhiyuan.
Wei Qian suddenly became excited, raised his head and asked Xiao Fei, "Where's the person?"
Xiaofei: "Who?"
"Where's Xiaoyuan?"
Xiaofei said inexplicably: "Go home, I think he had a chat with the people in the investment department before he left, it seems to be about investing in that game, and then he said that you hate being quarreled, so don't bother .”
Wei Qian waved his hand and let her go out.
He suddenly couldn't read the material in front of him any longer. The words floated in front of his eyes one by one, and they couldn't catch his eyes. Wei Qian raised his head, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, and covered his face with one hand.
"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan," he muttered feebly in his heart, and finally subsided into an endlessly reverberating sigh.
Worry to death.
When the frost falls, the maple leaves turn red.
With his hands in his pockets, Wei Qian mingled with the crowd of people on the outskirts of the city, waiting for Wei Zhiyuan, who was enthusiastically taking pictures everywhere.
He still can't figure out why he agreed to come, it seems that the reason is Ma Chunming and Xiao Fei, those two bastards have discussed it with him, they poke his heart intentionally or unintentionally, so that every time he sees Wei Zhiyuan, It's like seeing a creditor.
Later, Ma Chunming didn't look for life and came back to work. It seemed that he had talked with his wife. The two were planning to divorce.
Ma Chunming himself was completely out of shape, as listless as if he had taken rat poison all day long.
Every time Wei Qian sees him, he can't help thinking of Wei Zhiyuan, and the vague fear and guilt at the beginning gradually become more and more intense.
Even when Wei Zhiyuan said that he wanted to go to the suburbs to see the red leaves, Wei Qian thought to himself: "Are you full?"
But he hesitated for a moment, and agreed against his will: "Okay."
The bell of a monastery halfway up the mountain rang in his ears, and a four or five-year-old girl ran past his feet, and said in a childlike voice, "The stone path is slanted on the cold mountain."
Seeing Wei Qian glanced at her, the little girl jumped around a few times on the spot, refusing to admit she was born, as if showing off her abilities, and shouted at him again: "Frost leaves are red in February flowers! "
"Bear child, you can pinch the head and tail." Wei Qian thought, forced a smirk at her, exhaled a puff of smoke ring, and sighed deeply in his heart, "I'm fucking losing power and humiliating the country!"
The two of them walked side by side to the monastery in the mountains. Only then did Wei Qian remember that this seemed to be the place where Old Xiong became a monk.
Wei Zhiyuan was very similar to that, offering incense and knuckling his head like a standard action, which attracted all the pilgrims to follow suit, but Wei Qian ignored this, with his hands behind his back, waiting for him indifferently like an old man.
Probably a monk felt that this benefactor was so worthless that he didn’t even bother to perfunctory him, and was disrespectful to the Buddha, so he came over to him, clasped his hands together and said, “The benefactor is a predestined person, let’s draw a lot.”
Wei Qian shook his head.
The monk said kindly: "Today, those who are destined will release the lottery for free. The benefactor will draw one. It doesn't matter."
The little monk was very annoying, Wei Qian came to be quite bored, and finally smoked one as if playing around, only to see four lines of poems that were indistinguishable and seemingly unreasonable.
When the little monk saw it, he immediately turned pale with fright: "Oh, benefactor, this is a lottery!"
Wei Qian: ""
He knew it was this set.
The little monk went on to say: "This is a bad year for the mainstream. The donor may have a bloody disaster in the near future. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. It is fate that the poor monk meets. I will do my best to help you resolve it, never."
Wei Qian asked coolly: "Just say how much it is?"
The little monk saw that he was so upright, and said with a smile on his face, "Consecration of the peace talisman is 50 yuan. It can ward off evil spirits and attract wealth, and keep the family healthy and safe. The price is back and has many functions. Can the benefactor buy one?"
Wei Qian raised his hand and pointed behind him: "You, turn back and walk forward."
The little monk shook his head and sighed, intending to try his best to persuade this "donor" who gave up his life and money, but Wei Qian picked out the phone and dialed a number without saying a word: "Xiong Yingjun, where are you? Go to the main hall Come on—yes, I'm in your temple, where are you guys recruiting kids? Are you sensible or not, do you have someone who catches acquaintances?"
When Xiong Yingjun heard the words, he rushed here at a high speed. He no longer sells tickets. He is an "eminent monk" and is responsible for chanting scriptures and blessings for tourists every day.
He is as fat as a ball right now, and he doesn't know how many rules and regulations he secretly broke.
The eminent monk Xiong Yingjun reprimanded the ignorant monk Xiaoxin, and then invited the two acquaintances to his meditation room. He glanced at Wei Zhiyuan, seemed to be taken aback, and finally didn't say anything, just shook his head vaguely : "It's incredible."
Wei Zhiyuan saw him, but felt very kind: "Brother Xiong, you taught me a lot back then, thank you, I will come back to fulfill my wish in the future."
The old bear waved his hands, sighed, and sang three sighs and said: "A thousand-year-old king and eighty-thousand-year tortoise, a thousand-year-old fox boiled into a spirit, the first time I saw it, I haven't transformed into a shape, and I have passed through a kalpa in a blink of an eye. .”
Wei Zhiyuan smiled without saying a word as if he was playing a Zen machine with him.
Wei Qian frowned, "Can you two speak human language?"
The old bear gave him a sad look, and expelled him from the pure place of Buddhism: "Idiot people, I said that I didn't agree with your three views, so quickly turn on your 'sanitary napkin' note and go back to your mortal world." .”
Unexpectedly, I didn’t know why that day, it was so evil.
There are probably some human beings who have really become crows, and if they just say something casually, they will be good and not bad spirits.
Sitting on the co-pilot, Wei Qian looked down at Wei Zhiyuan's camera. After flipping through it, he felt something was wrong: "What did you take? Where's the maple leaf?"
Big and small, photos from different angles, or one or two maple trees, or a fiery red maple leaf, but they are all people—that is, himself.
Wei Qian doesn't like taking pictures very much, he thinks he looks weird from this angle.
There is a back view with his head down, and a close-up of a side face looking up at the mountainside. Wei Qian doesn't know when he surrounded himself and secretly took pictures. The level is quite high, just like a photo album.
There is also a close-up picture of him stepping on the last stone step with one leg, with a root eye in his hand, raising his eyebrows slightly, the sun shining on his face, his eyes are squinted, and there is a little mockery in the corner of his mouth With a smile, he looked at a little girl who was jumping on the ground with her feet off the ground.
The timing of the capture was extremely coincidental, and it just happened to capture the flashing micro-expression on his face, as if someone was watching him through the lens, holding his breath, and I don't know how long it took to capture such an extremely vivid moment with incomparable precision.
"I like this one the most." Wei Zhiyuan said, "I plan to wash one out and take it with me, and take it out to read before going to bed every day."
Wei Qian raised his head and glanced at him.
Wei Zhiyuan showed that blunt and deep expression again, and said softly, "Save it for your erotic dreams."
Wei Qian was speechless, with his wicked and non-smoking mouth, there were ten thousand kinds of arguments, which were guaranteed to make the other party run away with their heads in their arms. They all lined up and walked vigorously in his heart. Wei Qian found that he couldn't say anything. Appropriate, in the end he could only continue to look at Wei Zhiyuan blankly.
Wei Zhiyuan laughed: "I'm just kidding—brother, you put on your seat belt."
Wei Qian didn't say anything, and put it on. The passenger on the co-driver was always checking whether he was wearing a seat belt or not. If Wei Zhiyuan hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to fasten it.
Thinking about it later, this kind of normative security awareness is really necessary.
Because just when Wei Zhiyuan was driving through an intersection, a car rushed out from the intersection for no reason and ran into a car driving in the lane next to them. The model and color are exactly the same as Wei Qian's.
The hit car overturned on the spot and rushed towards them. Wei Zhiyuan slammed the steering wheel, and violent friction and impact sounded. The window glass on their left side was completely shattered. It was blocked by Wei Zhiyuan sideways.
Wei Qian was unscathed, but Wei Zhiyuan's rolled-up arm and the back of his neck were covered with bloodstains of various sizes.
Now it really became a bloodbath.
The author has something to say: Note: The sanitary napkin refers to the shape of the license plate of Chevrolet. I am really not a Chevrolet black man
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