"Xiaoyuan?" Wei Qian was a little stunned and asked, "Didn't I say why you ran back?"
But Wei Zhiyuan didn't say a word, just stared at him blankly, his eyes were out of focus, and his eyes were scattered as if filling the whole room, with nowhere to focus.
Wei Zhiyuan went to Wei Qian's office to get the documents, and suddenly saw the key stuck in the bottom drawer of the desk.
Wei Qian never locks the cabinet, whether at home or in the office—and he usually doesn't use the drawers that require him to bend down to access.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't know why he suddenly had such a strong curiosity. Later, he thought, maybe it was because he had been uneasy all the time, so he walked over quietly and opened the drawer with his hands.
As expected, the drawer was not used frequently, and there was a peculiar smell of furniture that had not been opened for a long time inside. It was covered with a layer of dust, and there was nothing else in it, only a medical examination report.
The hospital service of the physical examination is considerate. Not only did the report be bound into a book, but also every index that ordinary people could not understand was explained in detail, and even a mild caries listed the recommended treatment plan.
So when Wei Zhiyuan saw the "lung shadow", he felt "flickering" in his heart and jumped out.
Fortunately, the doctor later listed a series of possibilities that may cause lung shadows, especially suggesting that people who have suffered from pneumonia may cause pseudotumors due to inflammation.
This incident cast a shadow over Wei Zhiyuan's mind, he came back with his things in his mind, absent-minded, almost ran a red light when he arrived home, and stopped behind the line with a sudden brake.
As a result, the breath was blocked, and Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian's words at the door before he could float up.
He was at the door, and he turned a deaf ear to Wei Qian's question. Wei Zhiyuan only felt a buzzing in his ears, and his vision began to dim. He involuntarily stretched out his hand to support the wall. It was icy cold, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet, freezing the blood flowing in his body in an instant.
San Fatty was talking to him, Wei Zhiyuan watched dumbly as his mouth was moving, and his dancing movements almost poked his nose, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, as if he lost his ability to react in an instant.
The dead leg didn't take a step for a long time, and Wei Zhiyuan even felt that if he knelt down, he would never be able to get up again.
Something snapped off all the bones in his body, leaving only a precarious point at the joints, still struggling to support.
He doesn't know internal skills, but he has a solid experience of what it means to be obsessed and what it means to lose all thoughts.
San Pang yelled and said: "Qian'er, come over and have a look, what did this kid hear? I don't think this face is right!"
Wei Qian came over and patted Wei Zhiyuan's face lightly with his palm: "Xiao Yuan?"
Wei Zhiyuan's scattered eyes gradually condensed under his touch, those eyes were cold and deep, like two wells whose bottom could not be seen at one eye, dark and frightening, unable to break a single light.
Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan shook, he seemed to take a deep breath, as if he was about to speak, but was choked by something suddenly, he suddenly turned his head to one side, and coughed violently.
Wei Zhiyuan covered his mouth, he was so choked that he couldn't breathe, his eyes turned red quickly, and then blood trickled out from his fingers.
Sanpang said "Aww": "My mother! Why is there still blood here?"
Wei Qian was also taken aback: "Xiao Yuan, don't cover it, let me see."
Wei Qian tried to break Wei Zhiyuan's hand, but he felt as if he had touched a dead body, everything was so hard and brittle, he suspected that his hands were too strong, maybe Wei Zhiyuan's arms would "crack" Boom" fell down.
At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Wei Qian's uninjured wrist.
Wei Qian was in pain from being pinched by him, and tried to pull back his hand several times, but he couldn't pull it out, and the oily skin was almost wiped off by the boy.
Wei Qian suspected that Wei Zhiyuan had misunderstood something, ignoring that Sanpang was still there, put his arms around Wei Zhiyuan's waist, and lightly tapped his stiff back with his wrist: "It's okay, brother is still here, Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan Far?"
It's dry in winter, Wei Zhiyuan was stimulated suddenly, his blood pressure soared sharply, the capillaries in his nose burst open, he got a nosebleed, and choked it into his mouth, which created a horrifying scene where he almost bleeds from all his orifices.
After a long while, I don't know whether it was the weak effect of Wei Qian's blunt soothing, or Wei Zhiyuan coughed out his lungs, his reason finally began to slowly return.
Wei Zhiyuan realized something, let go of Wei Qian's wrist, then he staggered, slightly pushed Wei Qian away, turned around and walked into the bathroom, rinsed the blood from his mouth, then took out a wet towel and wiped it with a cold surface Cools the nose.
"What an embarrassment." Wei Zhiyuan thought, pressing his hand on the bridge of his nose, feeling dizzy from the dimly lit bathroom, so he closed his eyes, and remained motionless for a while, successfully blocking Wei Qian in his consciousness for a moment , Breathing and heartbeat stabilized little by little.
Wei Zhiyuan felt that his meridians usually only vibrated slightly in a very small range, and occasionally pulled a little bigger, and would be pulled into a palm-sized membrane. He thought that these "occasionally" were already extreme, until just now
It was really reaching a critical point, and he almost couldn't come back. Until now, he can feel his tense meridians slowly contracting, the kind of pain like needles pricking all over the essence.
San Pang glanced awkwardly at Wei Zhiyuan, then at Wei Qian, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two, winking, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ten minutes later, Wei Zhiyuan's cooled nose stopped bleeding. He wiped it clean, walked out numbly, picked up Wei Qian's wrist which he had grabbed, and saw that wrist seemed to be scratched by a female ghost, leaving A row of clear black and blue fingerprints.
San Pang twitched, and muttered, "Mom, how strong is it?"
Without saying a word, Wei Zhiyuan took out the bruise ointment from the drawer where the regular medicines were kept, dug a little and applied it on Wei Qian's wrist, and pushed it away slowly and forcefully. Wei Zhiyuan held it down without moving.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Zhiyuan asked, "What's the matter with the medical examination report?"
His voice was hoarse and his tone was flat, like the tranquility before the storm, containing a huge energy that was about to come. Wei Qian suddenly felt guilty for no reason, and couldn't help but look up at San Pang.
San Fatty: "Look what I'm doing? It's all about you, who can scare people out of their way—stop talking nonsense, and honestly explain the ins and outs to the organization!"
Wei Qian could feel that Wei Zhiyuan's fingers were still cold so far, so he had no choice but to avoid the seriousness and told him about his plan to have an operation, and finally emphasized that the tumor was benign and it must be fine. Scary words like "probably" were erased, and after some language packaging, it sounded as if he really planned to cut his appendix.
Although Sanpang said to let him explain himself, when he heard this, he still couldn't help looking at Wei Zhiyuan's face and added: "Yes, your brother is right, it's nothing, we two were chatting about an old matter just now, listen Come on, don't take it to heart."
"Third brother." Wei Zhiyuan interrupted San Pang's words expressionlessly, rubbed away the blood on Wei Qian's wrist, took out a napkin from the table and wiped his medicated fingers, and said without any fluctuation, " Do you believe what he said?"
Three fat: ""
He touched his head and found that he seemed a little too sincere.
"I don't believe a single word." Wei Zhiyuan stared straight into Wei Qian's eyes and said word by word, "You don't need to explain any more, I won't believe any of your words."
Wei Qian: ""
"Third brother, refund my ticket. If you are in a hurry, ask someone else to go first."
San Pang asked tremblingly, "What about you?"
"From now on, I will lock him at home. I will not go anywhere except the hospital. Whether I go to the hospital for examination or surgery, I will always be there. I will go to the doctor to explain the situation. Everything, I You need to be the first to know." Wei Zhiyuan's expression and voice were oozing with ice, and he said that he also politely asked Mr. Tan for his opinion, "So you don't have any opinions?"
San Pang decisively betrayed his friend, shaking his head like a rattle.
"That's good." Wei Zhiyuan said, without looking at Wei Qian, he got up and said to Sanpang, "I'll see you off."
San Pang was "sent off" by him as if he was sleepwalking.
When he got to the elevator, San Pang came back and looked at Wei Zhiyuan with mixed feelings: "Brother, think about the good in everything, your brother, well, his grandson is indeed not very good, but it's not so bad Don't worry, I think this comrade still has room for recovery in his thinking, if he says it's okay, maybe it's really nothing serious, so you should relax somewhat, huh?"
After saying this, San Pang clearly saw Wei Zhiyuan's expression crack.
Wei Zhiyuan's eyebrows frowned quickly, his eyes turned red instantly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, tilted to one side, tears seemed to be about to fall.
However, the next moment, Wei Zhiyuan raised his arm, covered his face for a while, and put it down after a while, except for his eye sockets were still red, he had already recovered the previous almost numb calm.
"Yes." Wei Zhiyuan responded softly, "Thank you, third brother."
The elevator door opened, and San Pang walked in. He watched Wei Zhiyuan's tall body being closed by the elevator door bit by bit, and finally there was only a gap left, and he disappeared, and he didn't say goodbye to him.
"If something goes wrong, what will Xiaoyuan do?" San Pang couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind, he went downstairs in a blink of an eye, looked up at the towering and magnificent residential building, and thought in a little confusion, "Back then I tried every means to obstruct Wei Zhiyuan, and I tried every means to find someone for Wei Qian to introduce a girl, is it right?"
He couldn't imagine how deep a person's feelings for another person could be, and he felt horrified when he glanced at it like a superficial glance.
How many such true feelings are there in the world
San Pang stood there in a daze for a while, then sighed, lowered his head, and left with a serious look.
"Forget it, let them go." San Pang thought and left.
When Wei Zhiyuan returned home, he really locked the door and took the key with him, fulfilling his promise to lock Wei Qian at home. Then he started a long, one-sided Cold War.
At the beginning, although Wei Qian was not used to it, he still had his own things to do. It was rare for him to be idle at home, watching TV, playing computer and reading books. There were many things to pass the time. no more.
Wei Zhiyuan treated him like a piece of air, and he didn't communicate with him other than asking "Are you feeling well today" in the morning and evening, and "I'm going shopping, do you want to bring it?" when going out.
Wei Qian felt that he was also a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of "holding on and holding back". Before Wei Zhiyuan dangled under his nose all day long, shaking his head into two big ones, he was terribly worried, but now Wei Zhiyuan is at home every day. , but it was strange that it didn't appear in his line of sight very often.
"Will talking more make your tongue go away?" Wei Qian thought indignantly, but he also felt that it was a bit embarrassing for him to take the initiative to approach him.
Wei Qian's insinuating attempts to bring up the topic failed several times, and the words Wei Zhiyuan used to dismiss him were all single words - "um", "no", "ok" and "no", concise and to the point.
The first time, Wei Qian thought "it's almost done", the second time, Wei Qian thought "Is this still okay", and the third time, he thought "fuck", so he effectively expanded the unilateral cold war to two sides of.
The two of them ignored each other for several days, and San Pang, who was worried about coming to see him, felt that the atmosphere was not right as soon as he entered the door. When he saw Wei Qian's swollen and stinky face, his heart suddenly became clear. Before leaving, he finally couldn't help but said to Wei Qian, "You, let's have some snacks!"
Finally, the night before leaving home, Wei Qian packed his things before going to bed and planned to go to the hospital.
He thought, what if the green light goes all the way, and he goes to the hospital for an examination and finds that things have changed
What if it is really malignant
What if even if there is a "99%" chance, he is the "1"
For a moment, he was terrified.
However, in the past, when he had nowhere to rely on, he was already used to the torment of all kinds of fear, so it took only a while for Wei Qian to regain his composure.
"Where are there so many contingencies, bah." Wei Qian thought so bachelorly, reached out to turn off the light, climbed back to bed and fell asleep.
Wei Qian was asleep, but he was restless. He woke up once in the middle of the night. He turned over, stretched out his curled up feet, opened his eyes inadvertently, and was poked by the motionless head of the bed. The shadows there woke up with fright.
Wei Qian jerked backwards, sat up from the bed, stared at the black figure for two seconds: "Xiao Yuan?"
Wei Zhiyuan didn't make a sound.
Wei Qian heaved a sigh of relief, and threw the pillow on Wei Zhiyuan's body: "The heart attack didn't scare you out."
As he said, he reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, but Wei Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist to stop him.
Then, Wei Zhiyuan slowly perched on his body, using Wei Qian's half-lying movement, firmly pressed him on the bed, wrapped his hands around Wei Qian's shoulders, and hugged him in the dark without moving. After a while, Wei Qian heard a sniffling sound like a cold, he raised his hand in astonishment, and touched Wei Zhiyuan's face, it turned out to be wet with one hand.
Wei Zhiyuan avoided his hand, buried his head in the crescent of his neck, and hit Wei Qian's neck one after another with his still trembling breath.
Wei Qian finally raised his hand, patted his back lightly, and said in a low voice, "It's really all right, I really didn't lie to you this time."
His heart softened, and he even felt a little guilty. Wei Qian even felt that he was emotionally like a spoiled child who was used to others letting him get whatever he wanted, as if those things were taken for granted.
Wei Qian lowered his head, carefully kissed Wei Zhiyuan's hair, and said softly in a coaxing tone like a child: "After the operation, I promise to quit smoking, okay, huh?"
Wei Qian has always been good at swearing, and asking him to comfort others always feels a little bit out of place professionally, and the effect of saying this sentence is comparable to the American movie "Go back to your hometown to get married after a war", the ominous meaning is like a Thousands of crows circled past with howling chorus.
Wei Zhiyuan blocked his mouth unbearably.
But this was not a tender and sweet kiss, it was like a bite to vent anger, Wei Qian had no choice but to accept it passively and helplessly, with his head tilted back involuntarily, pressing against the kiss tightly. On the bedside, Wei Zhiyuan's hand pinched the back of his neck in pain, and even his lips were numb.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qian felt that he was about to suffocate, and Wei Zhiyuan let him go.
Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have calmed down, he avoided Wei Qian's sluggish wounded hands and propped up the bed, leaning on the person who was thinking about him day and night and stabbed him occasionally.
"The road game is progressing very well. It is not convenient for me to go there these few days. I contacted a classmate of the team there, who is also Chinese, and asked him to handle the investment. Now we have recruited a professional operation team and marketing team. Team, the public beta may be available by the end of next year." Wei Zhiyuan said softly, "I also contacted you about the industrial park, and we will probably set up an office in China to save me from traveling abroad."
Wei Qian didn't expect him to say this suddenly, and was stunned.
"You don't have to think about anything, it's okay to be afraid." Wei Zhiyuan stretched out his fingers to brush his long hair that hadn't been taken care of in front of his forehead for a long time, and lowered his head to kiss his lips lightly. , brother, I"
He seemed to want to apologize, but Wei Qian pulled the quilt over the two of them, turned over and pressed Wei Zhiyuan to lie down, not letting him speak.
"Okay," Wei Qian said, "I see, go to sleep, and accompany me to the hospital tomorrow."
He heard Wei Zhiyuan's meaning - if you have anything, I will inherit everything from you, take care of your company, take care of Xiaobao, follow the ins and outs of every investment money as if you are still alive.
Until this night, although Wei Qian pretended to accept it calmly, in fact, he still felt that the strange relationship between himself and Wei Zhiyuan was a bit "cutting and chaotic". All the emotions surrounding each other finally sank down from mid-air together.
"Xiaoyuan's life is ruined by me."
Thinking of this, Wei Qian felt almost grief in his heart, he tightened his arms around Wei Zhiyuan's waist, and slowly rested his head on Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder.
After Wei Qian was hospitalized and underwent a series of examinations, the doctor arranged an operation for him.
Wei Zhiyuan brought a tablet computer, and while waiting for him, he consulted Chinese medicine practitioners, recorded a lot, and then sorted out the notes according to various materials. Those who didn't know saw it, and probably thought he was a medical student preparing for a license exam.
San Pang was worried, so he came over to take a look, bought a bottle of drink and handed it to Wei Zhiyuan: "Go and eat, it's still early."
Wei Zhiyuan glanced at his watch and shook his head: "I have no appetite, and it's not good to eat hard, just wait, I'm at ease."
San Pang was silent for a moment, sat down next to him, looked down at Wei Zhiyuan's computer screen, and suddenly said, "Qian'er, your brother, I always think he is like the kind of farmer who wraps it in a paper bag." apple."
Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him with some puzzlement.
"You may not have seen it," Sanpang said. "Our family has relatives in the countryside who grow apples. They come here to avoid pesticides getting on the fruit, and they also put a layer of paper bags on the outside of the apples for the sake of looking good. Apples are only taken out in the evening to see the sun, and the color of the apples is very fast and even, and when they are taken out for sale, one is more beautiful than the other, but in fact, you will know after you buy it and try it, it is not good."
San Pang said, and sighed: "Your brother is too, no matter how outsiders see it, it's not like that when you really live with him. Whoever eats it will know, you know it clearly, and you are still willing to suffer this."
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him in surprise.
San Pang avoided his gaze, and said to himself: "Keeping your head down like a donkey, you should treat it as self-cultivation and self-cultivation. Tolerate him more. In fact, I don't need to say this. You have tolerated him for so many years—if I have What a bastard brother, I have long been at odds with him."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Third brother, you"
"That's what I mean." San Pang stretched out his palm-like hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go out and see if there is any delicious food nearby, and when I turn around, let that thing eat sick food, how dare he eat it every day?" Find trouble with you, so that you will die without peace."
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