Wei Qian had been honest in the hospital for more than a week, and within half a month, he couldn't live anymore.
He is used to hectic life. It’s okay for him to be in a bad mood in the first few days after the operation, and he becomes sleepy after wandering around for a while. As he wakes up for longer and longer every day, he can’t bear the monotonous and boring life in the hospital. .
After the new year, it was approaching New Year's Eve, and the outside was getting more and more lively, but Wei Qian felt more and more that he was in prison. He endured it silently for a few days as if he was in prison, and finally made up his mind to escape.
Wei Qian has always been a full-fledged actionist, as long as he wants to, as long as the time is right, he can always put it into practice in the shortest time - such as putting on clothes and running.
But this day, Wei Qian thought for a while, but still didn't run away. He was afraid that Xiao Yuan would be in a hurry, so he waited patiently until Wei Zhiyuan came over at noon.
Wei Zhiyuan brought a thick dozen of documents: "This is our fund plan, in duplicate in Chinese and English—the budget control part has been revised for the third time. This is the annual meeting arrangement plan reported by your administrative department. This is The year-end awards reported by your personnel department all require your signature, should you read them yourself or should I read them to you?"
If you don't work with Wei Qian, you don't know how picky he is, especially when he is hospitalized and has nothing to do.
Wei Qian would never be able to say "I see" very simply and cheerfully, and let his subordinates go. He could always edit the materials in the newspaper to a mess, and wrote more amendments between the lines than the original text. Of course, this The period is usually handwritten by Wei Zhiyuan, a long-time worker.
But this time, Wei Qian was uncharacteristically, read it from beginning to end, and signed everything without saying anything.
Wei Zhiyuan took out the newly replaced neutrals, and found that they were useless, so he looked at Wei Qian rather uncomfortable, and asked worriedly: "Brother, are you feeling unwell today?"
Wei Qian rubbed his nose: "Then what I want to discuss with you."
Wei Zhiyuan was shocked. He never knew that his brother had the word "discussion" in his dictionary. He didn't realize it for a moment, but just let out a dumbfounded "ah".
"I want to go out for a while in the afternoon, to have some fun," Wei Qian looked at him sincerely, and finally added with a good attitude, "Is that okay?"
Wei Zhijiao didn't answer his question for half a minute, and half a minute later, he was completely out of shape and said, "Are you asking me?"
The veins on Wei Qian's forehead twitched: "Otherwise?"
"Me, me, um," Wei Zhiyuan's mind was muddled, and he almost stuttered, "No, no problem."
In fact, Wei Qian even changed his clothes. Just waiting for his words, he took off the hospital gown he was wearing as a facade, put on his coat, and was ready to escape from prison. The documents on the hospital bed were all stuffed into Wei Zhiyuan's bag, and he took out a hat from somewhere to put it on, and pressed the brim of the hat: "Hurry up, before the nurses are out for dinner."
Wei Zhiyuan was dragged out by him in a dizzy state, thinking hard all the way: "Wait, what did he just say and I'll be 'all right'?"
It wasn't until Wei Zhiyuan held the steering wheel that he dreamed of asking, "Where are you going?"
Wei Qian: "Go home."
Wei Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, and told him: "Xiaobao is staying at home these two days, do you want to be caught by her?"
Without even thinking about it, Wei Qian blurted out, "Then back to the company."
Wei Zhiyuan said inexplicably: "Why are you going back to the company? Haven't everything been approved and signed?"
Wei Qian: ""
He finally discovered his boring place, and couldn't think of what else to do besides these two places.
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Wei Zhiyuan turned his head sideways, thought for a while, and then asked him cautiously: "Brother, can you go out with me? I haven't had a date since I grew up."
Wei Qian gave Wei Zhiyuan a look of pity - as if someone had made an appointment.
"Okay, let's go, I invite you to treat you" Wei Qian agreed immediately, but then he got stuck, he was at a loss for words for a long time, and proposed without creativity, "Well, eat?"
Wei Zhiyuan was amused by him: "What are you going to treat me to?"
Wei Qian: "Western food?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Western food is not easy to digest, your body doesn't allow it now."
Wei Qian: "The one who ate the sun"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Don't you think they have too many things?"
"" Wei Qian, "let's go home, I'll serve you a bowl of noodles."
In the end, the two of them found a Chinese restaurant with dazzling decoration and elegant style, went in and ordered a bowl of stir-fried lumps, and watched the waiter float away with green faces.
What is more unconscionable is that Wei Qian did not pay for the two bowls of fried lumps himself, because when he was halfway through eating, Wei Qian accidentally glanced downstairs and saw Ma Chunming and his assistant Meng Dream.
"Fuck," Wei Qian scolded in a low voice, "The executives of the company require us to stick to it until the afternoon of New Year's Eve every year. This kid actually dared to sneak out while I was away."
Just as she was talking, Mengmeng got up suddenly, and with a wave of her hand, the band in the lobby stopped as if it had been discussed with her in advance.
Mengmeng's young face seemed to be shining, and she looked at the inexplicable Ma Chunming with big eyes, and suddenly announced loudly: "Mr. If you did this a few years ago, if you succeed, you can make another wish this year; if you don’t, then with blessings during the New Year, you will definitely succeed next year!”
From the saving of "opportunity to make a wish", it can be seen that she is quite economical and able to live.
Everyone who was eating stopped talking and focused their eyes on this girl.
Meng Meng continued to recite a poem and said loudly: "Dr. Ma, I think your ex-wife should change her glasses, but I'm very glad she didn't, because her bad eyes lost you for a while, so she gave me a pick-up." Chance"
At this point, Ma Chunming knew what she was going to say no matter how stupid he was, he quickly got up in a panic.
Mengmeng grabbed his shoulder domineeringly, leaned over on her tiptoes, kissed him loudly on the side of his face, leaving a red lip mark: "I want to confess to you!"
Ma Chunming took several steps back, but unfortunately tripped over a small ornamental pier and sat down on the ground.
Wei Qian covered his eyes: "What a shame."
Dr. Ma's whole body is about to evaporate—Mengmeng is so young, so beautiful, and so smart and capable, why would he look at him as an ugly, old, unromantic, speechless, and second-married man
is she blind
He felt that the whole world was dreaming, until when he was paying the bill, the waiter handed him a napkin and said to Ma Chunming, "Sir, just now two gentlemen asked to put the bill to you and show it to you." You will understand this."
Ma Chunming looked down and saw a little turtle painted on the napkin with the same painting style as his own, staring directly at a mung bean.
Mengmeng leaned over: "What is this?"
Dr. Ma blushed a little, and interpreted for her dully: "He said that one of us is bastard and the other mung bean."
Said, he turned to the waiter again: "What did they order?"
The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched: "Two bowls of fried lumps."
He didn't run away, no one could do it except his perverted boss who made weird decisions.
Wei Qian rubbed off on Ma Chunming for a meal, and was entitled to a fine for skipping work. He thought very hard about many plans, and in the end he took Wei Zhiyuan to the cinema without any creativity—the usual sports that we could play together were obviously too intense at the moment. It's not suitable for Wei Qian, who is sick, and there is no place to go fishing in the cold winter.
It's a pity that we only watched half of the movie, and Wei Qian fell asleep with shame.
Wei Zhiyuan put his arms around him, let him lean on his body, watched the whole movie with relish, and walked out of the theater with a smile on his lips.
Wei Qian rubbed his eyes: "It's so pretty? What's the ending?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "I don't know."
Wei Qian: "What about the plot?"
Wei Zhiyuan scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Forgot."
Wei Qian just wanted to ask him, smiling like a flower, if he watched a comedy movie, but he saw a few girls passing by wiping their tears. When he looked up, he saw the beautifully written poster of "Alluring City" "Love, Peerless Elegy", above is a face of a woman crying pear blossoms with rain.
Wei Zhiyuan's heart was filled with so much sweetness that he was so happy from the beginning to the end that he didn't even realize that he just watched a sad movie about life and death.
What a failed date, it's a pity that the parties still think it's pretty good.
For this reason, Wei Zhiyuan released Lao Xiong's pigeons and did not go to listen to the eminent monk's lecture.
Old Xiong spat and said, scanning down, he didn't see Wei Zhiyuan's figure as expected, so he smiled contentedly.
What he said is for those who want to hear it, and those who don't want to hear it have no worries, of course they don't need to listen.
Wei Qian was scolded by the nurses who made the rounds for his behavior of leaving the hospital without permission, and what was even more unfortunate was that he was going to spend the New Year in the ward.
He hadn't had a few years of reunion in his life, so he decisively sealed a big red envelope for the doctor and nurse on duty, and together with Wei Zhiyuan, ran away again under the connivance of everyone who turned a blind eye.
The two of them, and Xiaobao, made dumplings together—Xiaobao rolled the skin, Wei Zhiyuan made the dumplings, and Uncle Wei Qian sat on the sofa to oversee the work, full-time in charge of pointing.
When the first firecrackers sounded outside the window, Xiao Bao's expression suddenly said: "It would be great if grandma was still here."
Many years ago, it seemed that the three of them were celebrating some festival. Granny Song dropped from the sky like an unexpected guest, knocked on their door involuntarily, and stayed in the dove's nest so domineeringly.
But during the holidays in the future, there will never be such a nasty old thing knocking on the door again, right
For a while, the three of them fell silent, but at this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Xiao Bao jumped three feet high to the door, opened the door, but was disappointed to find that there was a smiling old bear outside.
Old Xiong looked at the unconcealable stiffness on her face, and patted her on the head: "Why is it like seeing a funeral star? Is the poor monk so unpopular?"
Xiaobao came back and quickly let him into the house.
The old bear sized her up: "I told you back then, this girl's feet are so big, she won't be shorter than anyone else when she grows up, she's freezing to death, do you have any dumplings?"
Xiaobao: "Yes, but not with vegetarian stuffing"
"Fuck you," said the old bear. "Who eats stuffing? It's for rabbits."
He sat down bravely, took one in his mouth, swallowed it twice, and gave a thumbs up: "Well, pork and cabbage, delicious!"
Wei Qian said coolly, "Amitabha."
The old bear smiled at him blindly, and then turned to Wei Zhiyuan: "Hey, Xiaoyuan, guess what, I posted your information and photos on the Internet, and I really heard back two days ago."
Wei Zhiyuan smiled dispensably.
Wei Qian quickly asked, "What? What happened? Who is it? How old are you? What do you do?"
"A girl, sounds like she's quite old, I don't know anything else, I just got in touch." Old Xiong picked up another dumpling, "Girl, pour me some vinegar, do you have any garlic?"
Wei Qian: "If Xiaobao doesn't give it to him, does sponsoring you so much money just let you ask me three questions?"
The old bear stretched out his arms and took away the Laba garlic and Laba vinegar, and made a living by himself. At the same time, he gave Wei Qian a sad look, and said slowly: "Oh, Qianer, you are really in no hurry, so you are so anxious." ah."
Wei Qian: ""
Old Xiong reached out and fumbled in his pocket, and took out a piece of paper with an address and a phone number written on it: "The woman who made the call is surnamed Zhou, Xiao Yuan, if you want, you can go and see her. "
After the New Year's Eve dinner, the old bear bid farewell and left.
Wei Qian hurriedly put on his clothes and followed him out: "I'll take you down. It's not easy to take a taxi in front of the Chinese New Year these few days. I'll take you to the back exit."
When we got downstairs, when the cold wind blew, Wei Qian couldn't help shivering. After all, the operation hurt his vitality, and he was very afraid of the cold this winter.
Old Xiong: "Okay, you can go up quickly, just tell me how to get there, and I dare not work on your sick number."
Wei Qian: "Actually, I just want to ask."
"What about the person who called, right?" Old Xiong picked up his words.
"Ah, yes," Wei Qian readily admitted, "If you search for a bunch of bad relatives for a long time, it will not be fun if you sincerely make trouble for yourself."
"According to what Ms. Zhou said, she seems to know something, and she is not a direct relative. But she is quite educated and well-educated." Old Xiong glanced at him and said, "I said When I found it, you worried so much. Back then, you were still willing to pluck the feathers of an iron cock. If you pay so much money to find it, there is no place to spend it? Come to our temple to donate a threshold, benefactor."
"Get out." Wei Qian breathed into his hands and rubbed them quickly, "Actually, it might be because of something happened when I was a child. Xiao Yuan was always a little um, I don't know what to say, I feel like I have no roots. You Understand? These years have grown up, much better, and it was very obvious when I was a child, as if I was always worried that others would abandon him."
"Insecure." Old Bear said.
Wei Qian nodded: "That's what it means—I think maybe he will be better after he has a father and a mother."
The old bear looked at him, and didn't say anything in the end, he just reached out and patted Wei Qian's shoulder in the bitter cold wind: "I see, you should go back soon, you!"
After the fifth day, Wei Qian stayed in the hospital for a full month, and was finally allowed to leave the hospital.
The first thing he did was to book a plane ticket, and followed Wei Zhiyuan to the address provided by that Ms. Zhou.
It was an old lady with white hair who opened the door for them. She was about seventy years old, but she kept her body in good shape. Her silver hair was pulled up high on the back of her head, and she was wearing a long woolen skirt, as if to welcome them. , with a shawl on the skirt.
There are few old ladies at this age who are as particular about her. No matter in her manners or conversation, she exudes an elegance that has been refined over time.
Mrs. Zhou took out a large photo album and showed it to them. She found an old photo. It was a man with a handsome appearance. He looked almost like Wei Zhiyuan, and his profile was exactly the same: "My daughter saw your picture on the Internet. Show me the photo, and say, 'Isn't this Uncle Xiaoye?' When I saw it, it really was, and compared with the time when you got lost, I felt that it was almost the same, so I took the liberty to call."
Wei Zhiyuan carefully pulled out the photo.
"His name is Ye Shu. We used to live next door. I regarded him as my little brother." Mrs. Zhou found a photo of a woman, "This is his wife—that is, your mother. Her name is Ruan Hong. She used to be my student, stayed in school after graduation, and became my colleague. They are all very good people. She has essential hypertension, and caused a series of complications when she gave birth to you. She has been in poor health after giving birth, no He passed away in a year, when I first saw you, you were just such a small ball, chubby, and extremely cute."
Wei Zhiyuan asked her softly: "How can you be sure it's me?"
Mrs. Zhou said, "There is a small scar on your back, a little below the shoulder blades, isn't it?"
Wei Zhiyuan straightened his back involuntarily.
"That was when you were just turning over. Your father was clumsy and didn't watch for a while, making you fall off the bed and hit the scar on the sharp corner of the cabinet."
There was indeed a small scar on Wei Zhiyuan's back, which was already very inconspicuous, and he couldn't find it unless he touched it carefully.
Wei Qian frowned: "Then he is now"
"He passed away too." Mrs. Zhou sighed, "He was a meteorologist who specialized in the study of tornadoes in the Mainland. After your mother passed away, he became more obsessed with work and became a lunatic. , he ran too close and was hit by a fallen tree."
Tears flashed in the eyes of the old lady Zhou, she looked at Wei Zhiyuan: "At that time, everyone in your family was in a mess, no one cared about you, and the nanny didn't know where to go, you were only two years old, and you just met You stumbled and walked without knowing what happened. When no one was paying attention, you somehow ran out by yourself. When we adults find out, you will never be able to find it again. It's grown up. Child, what did you say you were doing now?"
"Make software." Wei Zhiyuan said, "Mainly focus on games, but also make some applications."
"Okay, okay, okay." Mrs. Zhou patted his arm gratifyingly, "It's good, it's good, it's good, it's good to grow up, it's good to be a good person, it's good, I will go down in the future, and your parents can rest assured gone."
That afternoon, Mrs. Zhou sat with them all afternoon, talking about childhood things that Wei Zhiyuan didn't remember, until the nanny came over and urged her to take medicine.
Finally, she sent them to the door and told Wei Zhiyuan the address of his parents' grave.
At this point, Mrs. Zhou turned to Wei Qian and grabbed his hand.
"Thank you," she said, "thank you."
From the beginning to the end, she never asked about the relationship between the two of them, but Wei Qian suspected that she had already noticed it through some means. He lowered his head and forced a smile at her, feeling that he deserved the "thank you" .
Together they found the cemetery where Ye Shu and his wife were buried together. Wei Zhiyuan bent down and gently wiped off the dust on the tombstone, revealing the years-old epitaph - "Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets."
The very similar appearance of his parents did not move Wei Zhiyuan very much. It was not until he saw this epitaph that he suddenly felt the blood connection between Yin and Yang.
"So I came here like this, and my parents are like this." Wei Zhiyuan thought.
All of a sudden, the life of wandering and fleeing in his childhood, which was unforgettable to him, became less real. Like a child traveling far away, he found a certain sense of home and identity.
Wei Qian bent down, put the bouquet in front of the tombstone, put his arm around Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder, and patted him.
Wei Zhiyuan held his hand—and during his journey, he was lucky enough to get the most cherished person in his life.
Compared with it, what are the fear and pain of being displaced
"Is it tempered for me?" Wei Zhiyuan thought to himself.
The spring breeze is about to blow away the frozen soil in the north, right
The author has something to say: Although he died nine times, he still has no regrets—Li Sao
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