When they arrived in front of the small building of Shuiyue Mountain Villa, Qi Beisong hesitated for a long time before getting off the car. He was carrying a head on his shoulders. In the past, he carried it with great pride, but today it seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.
After he left, Chen Chuan parked the car and hurriedly called Lei Jing: "Boss Lei! Come to the rescue!"
Lei Jing had just arrived home and was playing with his son. Hearing this, he asked, "What's going on?"
"Something bad is going to happen!" Chen Chuan said, "Old Qi has been driven insane by someone! He was crying in my car, feeling sad about the passing of time. I was scared to death. Come and replace me!"
"Who fucked him?"
"That kid named Cheng!" Chen Chuan said, "I don't know whether he scolded him, beat him, or raped him. He asked Brother Hai to send some gifts but they refused to accept them. Anyway, Old Qi is depressed and even doubts himself!"
Lei Jing asked: "Where are you?"
"Shuiyue Villa!"
Lei Jing said: "Don't worry about it. As long as he doesn't shoot anyone, let him die. It's a good thing that someone can finally cure him."
Manager Zhou was originally standing in the lobby of the most private club building in Shuiyue Villa. He said he was training his children, but in fact he was just chatting. Suddenly, he saw Qi Beisong's car passing by through the crack in the door, and hurriedly looked for a place to hide.
Someone asked him, "Brother Zhou, why are you hiding?"
"Hide from the God of Wealth!" He knew what was ahead and fled in a crouching posture, "Because the God of Wealth may distribute wealth, but he wants lives! Don't tell anyone you've seen me!"
Sure enough, a few minutes later Qi Beisong came in, looking angry and talking about the lawsuit. Only then did others realize how wise Manager Zhou was.
Qi Beisong just recognized him. As soon as he sat down on the sofa in Room 388, he asked, "Where is Zhou Zhiwen?"
The waiter in the private room was also smart and said, "Manager Zhou twisted his foot yesterday and couldn't even walk. He is recuperating at home today."
Qi Beisong sneered twice, turned to Chen Chuan and said, "Did you hear that? Anyone who betrays me will have a bad ending!"
Chen Chuan couldn't understand the logic here. He thought that it was okay that the kid surnamed Cheng betrayed you, after all, he was young and handsome; but this guy surnamed Zhou is almost forty years old, ugly, full of nonsense, and not doing his job as a pimp. How could you be interested in him
Tsk tsk, Lao Qi, I misjudged you before. You are such a mess!
Qi Beisong snorted, "It's better not to come. They are all in cahoots with Cheng Ji. It's annoying to see them."
Manager Zhou refused to show up, so someone had to be the scapegoat, so his deputy and his subordinates came out reluctantly.
By the way, Chen Chuan was just putting the blame on others. Manager Zhou is a senior executive in charge of operations at Shuiyue Villa. Managing MB is just a side job, just like learning from Lei Feng. Because this matter is more troublesome, he is afraid that others will not be able to manage it well.
Qi Beisong used to be very frugal with words at Shuiyue Villa, but today he changed his usual behavior and scolded those junior middle-level managers one by one, making them tremble with fear and bewilderment, not knowing who had provoked him.
Manager Zhou was sitting behind the scenes, worried about his subordinates, helping the needy in times of crisis. He was just about to send someone in for Qi Beisong, but the guy got up and was about to leave after cursing. It seemed like he came here just to scold them.
A junior middle manager asked, "Ah? Master Qi, are you leaving now?"
Qi Beisong rolled his eyes at him: "I'm not leaving, you'll stay with me? With someone like you, you'll be at a disadvantage if I touch you!"
The junior middle manager smiled apologetically: "Yes, yes, yes..."
Qi Beisong went home.
He does not live with his family. He owns an apartment with an elevator in a high-end residential complex near the bay. The house is on the top floor with an area of about 250 square meters. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows have a great sea view.
He loves this nest very much and never brings anyone there. No one knows he lives here except his family, bodyguards and domestic service staff.
Chen Chuan watched him walk into the elevator, then called Lei Jing and said, "It's over, it's over, it's over."
"What's over?" Lei Jing asked, "Where are the people from Qi Beisong?"
"He's eating vegetarian food at home." Chen Chuan said, "Hurry up and find a suitable temple for him. I feel he has quite a bit of wisdom. He didn't do anything wrong when he came to Shuiyue Villa, and even lost his physical desires. If things continue like this, I guess his relationship with us will only last a few days!"
Lei Jing said: "Stop talking nonsense."
Chen Chuan laughed and said, "Okay, anyway, he's home now. I've completed my mission and am off work. Ask Zhao Jiarui to pick him up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I have something to do."
"What's up?"
Chen Chuan said seriously: "I have to write a novel. I want to write a story about a handsome idiot who struggles with his mental illness at the age of 25, but is still taken away by the disease in the end."
"You can shut your mouth now." Lei Jing's tone became stern.
Chen Chuan laughed and said, "Brother, that kid surnamed Cheng is really not simple. The country needs such talents. I will have to make a special trip to learn from him and learn his advanced experience. Who is he dealing with? Qi Beisong, the arrogant and stubborn Young Master Qi! I will go even if there are thousands of people against me, hahahaha!"
Chen Chuan was afraid that Lei Jing would curse him, so he quickly hung up the phone, laughed to himself for a long time, and then slowly drove away.
Lei Jing held up his phone helplessly and finally scolded: "This illiterate man has not even finished high school and is still showing off his knowledge!"
He thought for a moment and felt that although there was nothing to do at the moment, he should go to Changkang Hospital to visit Wang Beifeng to prevent that guy from complaining too much. As a result, when he got there, he saw that Dashazi and Cheng Ji were playing chess.
As soon as Wang Beifeng saw him, he slapped the bed and said, "Great, Boss Lei is here, the three of them can play Landlord!"
Cheng Ji smiled at him and called out in a rather obedient manner, "Brother Lei."
Lei Jing walked up to him: "...you..."
Cheng Ji said: "Your boss promised me a 24-hour ceasefire, so I came here to accompany my mother and enjoy the long-lost peace."
"What did you do to him?" Lei Jing asked.
Cheng Ji smiled but didn't answer.
Lei Jing asked again, and Cheng Ji had no choice but to say, "I'll do whatever he tells me to do, nothing out of the ordinary."
"He's acting particularly abnormal today," Lei Jing said.
Cheng Ji turned his head to think and came to the conclusion: "That should have nothing to do with me, right?"
Lei Jing said: "In the afternoon you..."
Cheng Ji obviously didn't want to continue this topic. Fortunately, the takeaway arrived at this time. In order to pass the long winter nights, he brought two bottles of rice wine from home to the hospital and bought some braised dishes to go with the wine.
He opened the box of braised food, took out the hot rice wine from the basin of hot water beside him, and then took out a few small cups like a magic trick, placing one in front of each person and one next to the pillow of the sleeping Ms. Cheng.
He only poured a small amount of wine into Ms. Cheng's glass, whispered, "Mom, drink some wine," and then filled the glasses for the rest of the people, raised his glasses and said, "Thank you."
Wang Beifeng asked: "Thank you for what?"
Cheng Ji said: "First of all, thank you and Brother Lei for accompanying my mother during her most difficult time. To be honest, I would have been very scared if you were not there. Secondly, thank you for not asking anything. Thirdly, we actually don't know each other, but you are willing to sit with me in this hospice ward and drink. I am really grateful."
Wang Beifeng laughed: "Ah? You call this companionship? I am not accompanying your mother, understand? I am monitoring you! Our Lao Qi wants to catch you!"
"I also asked a lot of questions." Lei Jing said.
"It's all the same." Cheng Ji drank it all in one gulp and showed the empty bottom of the cup.
Due to the effect of alcohol, his handsome face turned slightly red. He licked his moist lips with his tongue and looked at the wine bottle next to him and the most ordinary product label on it.
"Damn, it feels so good to be alive." He suddenly sighed.
Lei Jing took a sip of wine and waited for what was to come.
Cheng Ji looked up, his eyes shining: "It has been too gloomy these past few days, it has been snowing all the time, and I haven't seen the sunset. I like the sunset the most, when the clouds cover the entire western sky, as turbulent as the waves. The sky is a bottomless blue-gray, and the houses are bordered with a golden edge. I lie under them, thinking nothing in my mind, just staring at them quietly. I think I have to watch the sunset again no matter what..."
Wang Beifeng interrupted quickly: "Little brother, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't make it sound like you're leaving your last words. You're not even twenty yet, and there are plenty of times you can watch the sunset. I'll wait until I get tired of seeing you every day!"
Cheng Ji was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said sorry.
The moment he died in his previous life was when the sky was full of sunset glow. He was shot in the chest, and blood formed a small pool of bright red under him. In fact, he could no longer feel the pain, but he was weak. However, he still tried to open his eyes and watch the sunset glow burning in the quiet sky...
"I said this for my mother. She hasn't woken up yet," said Cheng Ji.
"Be mentally prepared." Lei Jing said.
Cheng Ji shook his wine glass and said softly, "Yeah."
Ms. Cheng's skin was a little swollen and her face looked pale. Everyone could see that she was having a hard time holding on.
The three of them continued to drink and eat. Most of the time, Wang Beifeng was talking nonsense. Cheng Ji couldn't get a word in, and Lei Jing sipped slowly.
Lei Jing observed Cheng Ji calmly.
It was true that Qi Beisong had suffered at his hands, but he was too concerned about him.
Young Master Qi did not grow up in a vacuum. No matter how high he was, he had encountered many attacks, but he almost never personally led people to retaliate because there was no need.
But when it came to the person in front of him, Young Master Qi was at a loss for words, like a foolish young man, and he went to her several times to get into trouble.
Lei Jing felt that in terms of appearance, Cheng Ji did not have an advantage over the celebrity models around Qi Beisong; in terms of conversation, he was just so-so; in terms of temperament, he was not particularly outstanding;
On attitude...
Lei Jing understood, it was about attitude.
Cheng Ji's attitude is as normal as water, not deliberate, not flattering, and not pretentious.
That is to say, he doesn't care who Qi Beisong is at all, so he doesn't laugh or cry hard, or perform hard, or be deliberately gentle, or play hard to get and pretend to be indifferent like those celebrity models.
While he is sorting out his messed up life, he can still be so open and natural, treat you with an equal attitude, and give you the most normal feedback.
What Qi Beisong lacks most around him is normal people. Some people praise him, some people hate him, but no one dares to stand in front of him and talk to him nicely.
"Do you hate Qi Beisong?" Lei Jing asked.
"Not annoying." Cheng Ji said.
"Really?"
Cheng Ji shook his head, blinked his dark eyes and said, "I just don't want to play with him."
This is the truth. For someone who has died once, no one wants to play with him. He just wants to enjoy the sunshine, rain, and breathe his heartbeat.
Lei Jing smiled and clinked glasses with him: "But I want to play with you, so let's celebrate a 24-hour truce. I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."
How could Cheng Ji be so casual? He drank it in one gulp.
The rice wine was not strong, but it was intoxicating. The three of them drank two kilograms of wine in total, and they all felt a little dizzy at the end. When the show was over, Lei Jing could no longer drive, so he walked home. Cheng Ji and Wang Beifeng continued to stay on duty.
So just after five o'clock the next morning, Qi Beisong, who had not slept the whole night, rushed to Changkang Hospital in a troubled mood, and the first thing he saw was Cheng Ji and Wang Beifeng sleeping in each other's arms.
—Two big men squeezed on a small hospital bed that was 80 centimeters wide. Cheng Ji held Wang Beifeng's head, and Wang Beifeng hugged her thin waist.
Qi Beisong stood in front of their beds with a frozen expression. Dark clouds covered the city and there was deathly silence all around.