Twenty-three, Tanggua sticky.
There is a saying in the market that "it is the New Year after Laba", and indeed there are festive things happening.
The tumor in Wei Qian's lung was finally determined to be benign, and it was surgically removed. Afterwards, in order to show himself to be wise and wise, Zhuge Liang was lying on the hospital bed weakly, and he seized the opportunity Deser, said boldly: "I said it's okay, it's okay, did I let go of my mouth? It's just you people, jumping up and down one by one"
San Pang had an expression of bleeding gums.
Fortunately, at this moment, Wei Zhiyuan came in with a thermos in his hand.
He greeted San Pang, first put the thermos aside, then squatted on the ground, lifted up one of Wei Qian's sleeves—the stitches had been removed from Wei Qian's injured hand—Wei Zhiyuan fumbled for it from his pocket. He took out the string of wooden beads that he had sharpened for him, and wrapped them around it.
Wei Qian blinked and asked strangely: "How did you remember to bring it?"
Wei Zhiyuan said without raising his head: "You had just passed the anesthesia for the operation, and you asked for it when you were still in a daze, don't you remember? The first thing you said when you woke up was to ask someone vaguely, 'My beads Woolen cloth'."
Wei Qian couldn't hold back his face, so he stopped talking.
San Pang laughed until his creases came out: "Hahahaha, 'Where are my beads', why do you want it so much? I said, Qian'er, do you want a red-headed string? It's two feet long. It's Chinese New Year. Come back and give it to me." You buy it, Dad has money, I'll give you a few more inches, and it can be used as a belt if you don't have anything to do."
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Wei Qian was lying on the bed and couldn't get off, so he had to express the somewhat complicated message "I'm going to kill you" with his eyes.
"Oh, stare daddy," San Pang patted his stomach, and said with a smile, "Stare at me, I'll go, I don't like to see your late mother's face. What about you two, hehe, I won't excuse me."
Where does this follow
Wei Qian: "Get out."
Sanpang looked up to the sky laughing and went out, and got lost.
Wei Qian secretly went to see Wei Zhiyuan, but found that Wei Zhiyuan was looking down at him. He coughed dryly and said with some embarrassment: "Well, what's the matter with your company?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "No."
Wei Qian asked again: "Where's Xiaobao?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "I just called and had a big fight with me, and my voice became hoarse from crying, saying that the plane booked for the afternoon will arrive in the evening."
Wei Qian really ran out of words this time, Wei Zhiyuan sat beside his bed: "Anything else I want to ask?"
Wei Qian was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to him: "Come here."
Wei Zhiyuan took his hand and sat closer.
Wei Qian raised his hand to touch his head, then moved it down slightly, and rubbed Wei Zhiyuan's face with his rough palm due to the wound, and said, "It's really all right this time, I won't lie to you, don't be angry .”
Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes: "I didn't."
"Come on, I've been petty since I was a child." Wei Qian laughed, "I had an argument with Xiaobao once, and I never entered her room until I moved."
"You still remember." Wei Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be two small lights in his pupils, jumping scorchingly, "What do you still remember?"
"I remember many things. When you were young, you didn't want to go to school. You jumped and yelled at me at the school gate, and you bit me. As a result, you broke one of your teeth. You thought you were going to die, and you wrote the first book in your life." Great work." Wei Qian said slowly, "And Xiaobao, you two were like a pair of fighting cocks, fighting from morning to night, and I don't know why."
"I don't know why she is, anyway, I am trying to make you happy."
Wei Qian: "Nonsense, why should I be happy when the two of you fight?"
Wei Zhiyuan leaned over and reached out to touch the corner of his mouth: "Then who knows? Anyway, you are still smiling now."
Wei Qian curled up the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, then he thought about it and complained, "But after a few years, when you grew up, you stopped kissing me very much."
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him meaningfully.
Wei Qian asked inexplicably, "What are you looking at?"
"It's not that I don't want to kiss you, it's that I don't dare to kiss you anymore." Wei Zhiyuan said, and took out his wallet from his trouser pocket—his wallet has been stuffed in his trouser pocket for a long time, covered by various hard jeans It wears out quickly, and seven or eight have been replaced so far, but after opening, the photo in the photo folder is always the same.
The photo was so old that it was out of shape, the corners were worn out, and it was re-adhesive with tape. On it was a young man with a flat head and a handsome face. The boy was wearing a school uniform, in front of the camera, with his hands behind his back, Standing straight at attention, like a stiff mallet, there is no smile on his face, it is tense, and his eyes are a little gloomy, as if he harbors deep hostility towards the whole world.
"Who is this silly boy? Why does he look like a juvenile delinquent?" Wei Qian couldn't react at first, then he squinted his eyes and looked around for a long time, and finally recognized with difficulty the self who was nearly twenty years ago, and suddenly his whole body Everyone is Sparta, "Where did you find such a bad photo? Wei Xiaoyuan, you are too discerning, can't you pick a good one? You carry this bright face with you all day long. A product with four big characters of 'I'm an idiot', isn't it afraid that others will see the joke?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Give it back to me, don't insult the girl of my dreams."
"No, it's confiscated. I want to destroy the corpse." Wei Qian pushed back and stuffed the old photos under the pillow, so as not to let his dark history continue to be ostentatious.
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him helplessly.
"Okay, I'll pay you at the worst." Wei Qian thought for a while, and remembered that he didn't take pictures very much at all. He reached out his hand from Wei Zhiyuan's trouser pocket and took out his mobile phone, and called up the camera function that he had just started playing recently.
What kind of photo should I take
Wei Qian thought for a while, and struggled to remember on the hospital bed.
"What are you doing? Don't move around," Wei Zhiyuan immediately held him down, "Be careful not to touch the drip needle crookedly."
Wei Qian slightly tilted his head, following Wei Zhiyuan's movement, the hand with the drip moved a little distance, as if holding Wei Zhiyuan's hand that came to hold him down, his lips gently on the back of Wei Zhiyuan's hand touched.
There was a "click".
Wei Zhiyuan's hand trembled like an electric shock.
After a while, Wei Zhiyuan stared blankly at the screen of his mobile phone. The man's profile was pale with the peculiar pallor of a serious illness, and his drooping eyebrows seemed to be getting darker and thicker. The dewy flower, because of its tenderness, fragility and shimmering beauty, feels more pity. It kisses it as soon as it is touched, and then puts it back on the branch firmly, with a vague and helpless smile on the corner of its mouth.
He has trampled on the fate that is chasing him so many times that even the cheap thing "fate" seems to be afraid to provoke him now. He was invincible, but he was only defeated by the swaying fragrance of this "flower".
Wei Zhiyuan felt that his lonely and regretless road had finally come to an end.
I don't know if it was because I was too tired to accompany him in the hospital for the past few days, or for some other reason, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but fell asleep on the bedside after a while.
While he was taking a nap, the eminent monk Xiong Yingjun came.
He dressed as a monk in a different way, and walked through the market in the hospital. He was watched by doctors, nurses, other patients and their families. He avoids anyone, so his footsteps appear to be very slow, but he doesn't pay any attention to other people's comments on him.
At this time, a resident doctor caught up with him: "Master! Hey, that master!"
Old Bear: "Amitabha."
The doctor looked him up and down, and asked uncertainly, "Are you also here to visit?"
The old bear muttered, "Yes, there is a layman who has just escaped from the sea of suffering. Let me come and see him."
The doctor's expression changed, and he lowered his voice: "Hey, is that the one who sent you to the mortuary in the afternoon? That's not acceptable. Our hospital has strict management, and random access to the mortuary is not allowed."
Old Bear: ""
He felt that this is indeed the Dharma-ending era, and even holy medical workers can be so superficial.
"Amitabha." Old Xiong sighed and explained patiently, "That layman, unfortunately, is still a living thing."
"Ah, that's sad no no no, I didn't mean that." The doctor saw his constipated face, and then saw the fruit basket in his hand, and quickly lifted his glasses on his face, and said righteously "Actually, when I caught up with you, I just wanted to tell you that it's best not to wear long skirts and trousers like those of ordinary ladies in the hospital—oh, let me just say that your clothes that can sweep the floor, we are all Patient, there are many bacteria and viruses on the ground, if you sweep it on your clothes, it will be harmful to the health of you and your family when you go back.”
Immediately, the serious doctor realized that it was inappropriate to say "family" to the monk, and added: "Going back will be harmful to the health of you and your elder brother and second brother Sha."
Old Xiong was speechless for a moment, and had no choice but to express his gratitude. At the same time, he felt that Wei Qian must be blessed by the Buddha to survive in such a dangerous medical environment.
An old doctor wearing a mask passed by and reprimanded the young resident doctor: "Xiao Liu, you are also a bit of a man, why are you talking so much nonsense? You don't have any prestige. How can patients trust you in the future?"
Little Doctor Liu approached him with a playful smile and beat his shoulders and back: "Teacher, I hang the pot to help the world, and he saves all sentient beings. We have a common language, so what's the point of talking a little more?"
The words "Pursue sentient beings" made Old Xiong pause, then he shook his head and laughed, and walked to the ward.
When he pushed open the door of Wei Qian's ward, Old Xiong froze for a moment at the door.
He saw Wei Zhiyuan lying soundly asleep on Wei Qian's bed, most of his side face was buried in his own arms, only a little bit was exposed, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Wei Qian still had various tubes inserted into his body, and was flipping through a magazine, and occasionally looked down at the young man who was sleeping peacefully, his eyes were indescribably soft.
Wei Qian glanced towards the door inadvertently, saw the old bear, he immediately raised his index finger to his lips, and made a quiet gesture to him.
Old Xiong walked in lightly, put the fruit basket aside, felt that he was blinded by the pair of dogs and men, and in order to express his dissatisfaction, he took out a banana from the gift, without any hesitation. Peel it open and eat it.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't have the habit of sleeping during the day, so he took a nap when he was extremely tired, and he lay on the ground for about 20 minutes. The old bear took advantage of this short 20 minutes to eat up half of the fruit basket, and Wei Zhiyuan went "click, click, click" "Woke up with the sound, thinking for a while that there was a rat in the ward.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Wei Qian finally spoke.
"Xiong Yingjun," Wei Qian said, "You came to my place for a picnic, right?"
The old bear said without hesitation: "Anyway, it's not convenient for you to eat these things for a while. It will be broken in two days. I will solve it for you. You can't waste things."
Wei Qian put on a half-smile: "Thank you so much—what on earth are you doing here? It can't be that you came here to see me, right?"
"You benefactor, you are so bitter and mean. It's okay to belittle yourself, but you are always willing to think of others as bad." Happy New Years."
Wei Qian glanced at him suspiciously: "Weasel pays New Year greetings to chicken?"
"Amitabha," Old Xiong was silent for a while, "Sometimes the poor monk really finds it difficult to understand the donor, your speaking style that often attacks you without distinction, and treats you too equally."
Probably because he had been lying down for too long, Wei Qian felt a little pain in the wound, he frowned and moved slightly, Wei Zhiyuan came over immediately and stuffed a pillow behind him: "Be careful."
Wei Qian nodded, and then turned to Old Xiong: "Do I want money now? It's life-threatening. Which one are you going to discuss with me? Don't go around in circles, just talk."
"Amitabha, how can you talk about such vulgar things with monks? Should you and I talk about Brother Kong Fang? How hurtful!" Lifting his persimmon face, he showed a Garfield-like thieves' smile, and stretched out five fingers to Wei Qian, "It's enough for you to sponsor me."
Wei Qian was angry: "I knew it was impossible for you to come to see me!"
The old bear said with a smile: "Don't be angry, benefactor, you have not recovered from a serious illness, you should nourish your energy and calm down."
Wei Qian: "Impossible. I have several projects in the early stages of smashing, and the capital chain is almost broken. I plan to sell myself soon. Where can I get the extra money?"
Old Xiong: "It's only 500,000 yuan. It's not as high as the interest you can get in a blink of an eye. Don't you don't want to pull out a dime, okay?"
"500,000? Easy to handle." Wei Qian tilted his head back: "Xiao Yuan, do you have any change? Give him ten yuan, there is a lottery ticket at the door, let him tell the Buddha, the winner is 1.8 million The prize is settled."
Old Xiong: "This benefactor who only wears white shirts all his life, is your name poor? You are really stingy to a certain extent."
Wei Qian: "I drive a broken car worth 100,000 yuan so far, and you ask me to donate 500,000 yuan to the threshold? Tell me, where is the door?"
The old bear had no expression on his face, and he still maintained his own speed of speech and said to Wei Qian in a calm manner: "I didn't ask you to donate the threshold, and I didn't ask you for the money to repair the Buddha statue. This time, several social non-profit organizations took the lead. What they do, they have their own website and Weibo, and now they are quite well-known, and the few dollars you paid for the sponsorship can all be used as advertising fees to promote the corporate brand, is it cheap enough?"
Wei Qian looked Old Xiong up and down, and asked sincerely: "Senior, please give me some advice. Is the company's image so bad that it needs a monk to speak for it?"
Old Bear: "Are you going to pay anyway?"
Wei Qian: "Anyway, I just have no money."
Wei Zhiyuan had no choice but to separate the two people with a glass of warm water: "Okay, let's take a break, come on, let's have a truce first, brother Xiong drink a glass of water."
The old bear picked it up and drank it in one breath, and said, "I'm telling you, you must pay for this money. This thing is like this-recently, many people on the Internet have talked about child abduction and trafficking. I said This non-profit organization is dedicated to social welfare activities, and now they plan to take the lead in doing something to address these phenomena.”
"Aren't you arguing?" Wei Qian said, "It's the police's business to fight abductees. Why do you follow? Public welfare, I think it's more like making trouble."
"Benefactor, you are already on the ground, so let's accumulate some virtue." The old bear continued to explain, "We are not trying to fight abduction, but we want to clean up something like an Internet social platform, where parents who have abandoned their children and those who don't know Children from their own origins use this network to connect, and when the police find abducted children, they will also publish information on it to find the guardians of the children. Simply put, it is to help find children who have been abducted, do you understand?"
Wei Qian fell silent, and his eyes fell on Wei Zhiyuan.
Old Xiong looked at him determinedly, and sure enough, after a while, Wei Qian said: "Xiao Yuan, go home and bring me my check. Well, in the name of the company, I will pay it privately."
Then he added: "The budget of 500,000 yuan is too tight, you write him 5 million yuan and bring it for me to sign."
Old Xiong: "It's good, it's good—then we need additional sponsorship in the future."
"Okay." Wei Qian agreed straight away, "Let them give me a contract as soon as possible. I will appoint a financial director who will accept our company's internal audit in addition to the external audit every year to ensure that the funds are not abused. Subsequent sponsorship funds are yours." There is no need to find someone else."
Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for a while: "Brother, actually"
He wants to say that he doesn't care about his childhood anymore, and he doesn't have any special interest in his biological parents. It doesn't matter if he meets him or not, but he is stared at by the old bear with a half-smile, and he feels that he is such a sabotage Not so good.
So he was stuck for a long time before he whispered: "Actually, I have you enough."
The old bear looks at the nose, nose and mouth, and recites the Buddha's name, which is quite precious.
"En." Wei Qian's voice softened, "Go."
Old Xiong and Wei Zhiyuan walked out of the ward together.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother Xiong, isn't it kind of you to use me like this?"
The old bear smiled "hehe": "Now that your wings are hardened, the whole world can fly over. It is rare for him to have the opportunity to do something for you. I will help him—hey, yes, I will give a lecture next week, will you come or not?" ?”
"Lecture? You?" Wei Zhiyuan had a strange expression on his face.
"What's wrong with me?" The old bear glared at him.
"Why have you been so active recently?" Wei Zhiyuan asked strangely. He vaguely remembered that when he first went to Lao Xiong's meditation room that year, Lao Xiong's tranquility and depression that he planned to spend his life with the green lamp and ancient Buddha, "Didn't you say that you only cultivate Save yourself?"
The old bear pinched the wooden prayer beads between his fingers, and there was a crisp sound when they collided.
"It's up to you." After a while, he said, "After floating on the river for a long time, there will always be one or two like you who have nothing to do and throw themselves into the river. If you take one, the second will come. If you take a ride, there will be more people." , there is no distinction between Hinayana and Mahayana.”
Wei Zhiyuan was thoughtful.
Old Xiong raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, the world of mortals is just right, if you don't enter the illusory one way, I'm leaving."
Wei Zhiyuan watched his generous back walking towards the bus with mixed feelings.
At this moment, the old bear suddenly turned around and yelled at him: "Boy, hurry up and get the check! Don't be dazed, it's hard to get a rich man who is an iron rooster, is it easy for a poor monk? The rich man changed his mind later." It will be a bad dish, and we must strike while the iron is hot for asking for money!"
For a while, everyone around looked sideways, and the old bear was so proud that he didn't seem to feel it at all.
Wei Zhiyuan was not as thick-skinned as him, so he had no choice but to run away.
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