It rained heavily, and the traffic flowed through.
The silent car was broken by a bell, stopped and rang again, and after several times, the driver looked at the rearview mirror in the car.
There was only one person sitting in the slightly empty space in the back seat. The man's trousers were white, and his posture was casual. His arms were white and blue veins were visible under the sleeves. .
The man's face already has traces of time, but his natural bones still allow him to maintain the good skin of his youth.
Finally, when the bell rang for the fourth time, the phone was connected.
The man pressed the speaker and threw the phone on the seat next to him.
Once connected, the irritable and vulgar swearing on the phone was very penetrating, especially in the quiet car.
"Chen Qizhao, you have a kind, you hide it deep enough, and you are not afraid of short life when you are so sinister..."
The scolding continued, and the tone on the other end of the phone became more and more impatient: "Oh yes, it's not your short life, but your hard life, your father died of a serious illness, your mother followed shortly after, and even your elder brother committed suicide in front of you. , the Chen family has been killed by you, how can you live as a waste?"
The chattering swearing continued, and the person on the other end of the phone was venting his emotions, which was extremely unpleasant.
Coinciding with the red light, the driver looked at the rear-view mirror without raising his eyes, and saw the man in the back seat with a cold face as always.
The man said, "Limber, gentlemen don't scold dirty."
He smiled, and his tone was sincere as if to say hello: "Is it raining over there? Have you brought an umbrella?"
The reason on the other end of the phone was unclear, and then he scolded: "Bring a fart umbrella, Chen Qizhao, are you crazy enough!"
"It's raining here. It's raining a lot."
Chen Qizhao looked sideways at the majestic torrential rain outside the window, and his voice was emotionless: "It also rained on the day my eldest brother died."
The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, Chen Qizhao said again—
"A rainy day is a good day."
Chen Qizhao seemed to sigh: "It's a good day to sit and wear in prison."
He suddenly laughed, and the topic changed: "I heard that Uncle Lin's birthday is next week. The younger generation has nothing to give, so let's send a congratulatory message."
"I wish you a long life and a life sentence—"
The scolding on the other end of the phone disappeared after a while, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror, and Chen Qizhao took the initiative to hang up the call, as if the swearing from the other side just happened nothing happened, and it didn't affect his mood at all.
The car soon turned at a certain intersection and entered the deserted suburbs.
It was raining heavily, and the driver hurried out of the driver's seat and opened the door to hold an umbrella.
Chen Qizhao handed him a cigarette and said, "Wait for me outside."
The driver took it respectfully, watching the person in front of him walk into the rain curtain with an umbrella, and step by step into the mountain tombs.
The cemetery was quiet, and Chen Qizhao stopped.
"I didn't bring flowers." Chen Qizhao looked at the three tombstones in front of him calmly, "Lin Shizhong is not saved, his accounts are very dirty, and he can only spend the rest of his life in prison. It's a pity that you didn't see it with your own eyes. Do you think you died a little earlier?"
No one responded, only the whistling of the wind.
Chen Qizhao didn't care, he lit a cigarette and stood in front of the monument: "I bought a piece of land and chose to be next to you at my own discretion. I don't know if you will leave a place for me after I go down."
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you stay or not, so you don't get mad at me again."
Chen Qizhao smoked a cigarette quietly, and wanted to see the photo on the tombstone through the rain screen, until Chen Shiming's face came into his eyes, and he saw a rainy day many years ago from the rain screen in a trance.
The elder brother Chen Shiming also died on such a rainy day.
The day was chosen very well, and it was the same day that my mother died.
The Chen family went bankrupt, his parents died one after another, and finally the eldest brother committed suicide. After many years, Chen Qizhao still remembers when he stepped into his eldest brother's residence, saw his relatives sleeping peacefully on the sofa, and only heard the tick of rain outside the window.
At that time, the sound of the rain was a little quieter, no more than now, and even the sound could not be heard clearly.
Some people are indeed right, the Chen family is dead, and he is the only one left in the end.
"I've sent everything that should be sent to prison, and I've paid off the debts of the Chen family." Chen Qizhao grinned, he sat down beside Chen Shiming's tombstone, and laughed at himself: "These more than ten years There is no credit and a little hard work, it is best to give me a place."
There was only whistling in the wind and rain, and the night shrouded the entire cemetery, and a few lonely lamps seemed to light up in the shaky rain curtain.
The rain poured on his face, and the cold gradually eroded his limbs.
Chen Qizhao closed his eyes.
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Feasting, flickering lights with a subtle rhythm, and loud voices one after another.
The silence receded like a tide, and the next moment came a piercing sound.
Chen Qizhao was woken up by the sound, and the coldness of the rain and the heat of the alcohol were repeatedly wrapped in a daze, making his mind chaotic. He seems to have fallen asleep sitting in the cemetery... It's raining so hard, shouldn't he give himself a fever
So noisy, who's talking
"It's hard to say about volunteering for the college entrance examination..."
"I'm in charge of volunteering now, but I don't know what else I'll be in charge of in the future."
"However, Xiao Zhao does have a sense of crisis. You can't hand over your things to your elder brother in the future, right?"
… the college entrance examination? volunteer
Chen Qizhao suddenly opened his eyes.
The lights are extremely dazzling, noisy sounds come from all directions, and a huge amount of information is mixed in between. The needle-like headache pulled back his chaotic thoughts. Chen Qizhao looked at the unfamiliar scene in front of him, and scanned the people around him with scrutiny, whether familiar or unfamiliar looks immature and young.
where is this
Isn't he in a suburban cemetery
bar? You won't be sent to such a place if you go to the doctor with a fever in the rain.
There were five or six boys in the bar booth. At this time, the glasses of wine were touching each other and talking. The first thing Chen Qizhao noticed was the boy with white lining and glasses sitting diagonally opposite him. .
Seeing that Chen Qizhao didn't reply, the boy with white lining asked, "What do you think about Qizhao? Volunteering is one thing. Do you have any other ideas for the future?"
Chen Qizhao did not speak.
What do you think
"Speaking of volunteers, why are you talking about other things?"
"Brother Qin, didn't this give Qi Zhao an idea?"
"That's right, since Qi Zhao told us about it, we can't just sit back and watch this matter, right?"
"Brother Xingfeng is right, you are not on good terms with your elder brother, and he usually seldom cares about you. At this time, he suddenly intervenes before you fill out your application, and persuades you to study finance or management. Don't you think it's a bit strange? ?"
"You are stupid, Chen Shiming is booming now, and when Qi Zhao graduates and joins the group, he will have to be under his eyes. He has played a good brother image in front of people, and everyone has made enough money. In the end Qi Zhao is still being held down by him."
Noticing the details in other people's words, he pieced together a name that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
Qin Xingfeng... Chen Qizhao hadn't heard this name for about eight years.
The last time I heard this name was when Qin Xingfeng's financial crime was reported in the media. In a sense, Qin Xingfeng in his early years was indeed one of his "good friends", the kind of good friends who killed him.
College entrance examination volunteers, bars, Qin Xingfeng... That should have happened 17 years ago when he was 18 years old.
Is he dreaming...
Chen Qizhao thought that he might be confused because of the rain. He lowered his head and saw all kinds of beer on the deck in front of him. In the chaotic light, he could see the English logo on the glass bottle.
Beer, the degree is not high.
Something he could drink when he was eighteen.
When he was young, he really liked to play, and he called friends to drink and drink. He should be glad that his youthful indulgence had made him a good drinker, so that after the Chen family went bankrupt, he had the capital to be intertwined with others.
Only later, he couldn't drink anymore.
Because of drinking blood, I have a problem.
At the age of 18, the bar booth still has a certain sense of age, the lighting is dazzling, the privacy between the booths is not strong, and the beer bottle is still in the old packaging. The more I looked at it, the more I could find that these scenes and the surrounding sounds became more and more real, like an absurd dream, which really brought him back to the absurd years when he was 18 years old.
Chen Qizhao's eyes turned mechanically, and finally looked at the glass wine bottle on the table.
The surrounding voices were terribly noisy, and they were babbling over and over again.
Qin Xingfeng looked at Chen Qizhao opposite, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to his humble and gentle appearance, his voice was gentle: "It's actually not that complicated, college majors can learn theoretical knowledge, After joining the industry, it will be much more convenient. But Qi Zhao, if you want to think about your future, you really have to do some preparations... If you really do things under your elder brother, you may be limited everywhere."
The people around also agree with Qin Xingfeng's analysis.
"It's not that exaggerated, isn't it, their brothers, aren't they so cruel?"
"... There are times when the brothers also make clear accounts."
"Who knows what's going on in your eldest brother's mind? You see that he is so ruthless with his opponents in the business field. If he really wants to deal with you, you have to be on guard..."
The DJ in the venue changed the song, and the restless music became more lively.
Qin Xingfeng looked at Chen Qizhao. From the beginning, Chen Qizhao had not spoken. He was about to say a few more words, when he suddenly saw Chen Qizhao looking at him on the opposite side. There was no emotion in his eyes, and he only saw him holding up the wine glass in front of him.
"Are you finished?" Chen Qizhao asked.
Qin Xingfeng was stunned, "What?"
Chen Qizhao didn't speak, just raised the cup at him.
Qin Xingfeng felt inexplicable, but he still picked up the glass to clink with him, "Xiao Zhao, what I just said..."
Snapped-
The sudden cracking sound startled the people around, they came back to their senses, and saw that the glass in Chen Qizhao's hand fell off the table, shattered on the ground, and a lot of glass shards fell on him, and the beer ran along the table. flow down.
The surroundings quieted down in an instant, and everyone looked at Chen Qizhao in astonishment, especially Qin Xingfeng.
Qin Xingfeng forgot his movements for a while, and just held up his wine glass in a daze.
The waiter next to him hurried over and stopped for a while when he saw this scene.
After the glass was dropped, it smashed all over the table, and the glass slag was all over the place, and a lot of it splashed on the people beside him.
At this time, the light beam on the top swept away, and the boy wearing a big fashion brand jacket sat casually on the sofa. There were a few blood beads on his fair and thin arms, and they soon gathered together. In such an atmosphere The light is sharp and penetrating.
"It's not a fever...?" Chen Qizhao murmured in a low voice.
He turned his eyes slightly, the blood on his arms stayed for a moment, and then quickly turned his eyes to the white-lined boy opposite, and said coldly: "Are you not injured?"
"No...it's all right." Qin Xingfeng had lingering fears, and his inexplicable sense of guilt gradually climbed.
Seeing the two waiters coming over, Chen Qizhao looked away, as if it was a pity.
He looked at the waiter: "Hello, please take down the medical gauze and iodine."
"Okay, wait a moment."
The waiter was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and went to get the medicine box.
When the others in the booth were about to speak, Chen Qizhao, who had finished explaining to the waiter, suddenly turned his eyes to them, "I drank a little too much, and my hands slipped."
Several boys breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and immediately responded.
"You're drunk even after drinking beer, Qi Zhao, you can't drink enough."
"This scares people to death. Do you want to deal with the glass on your body? And your hands, have they been scratched?"
"Are you still doing it? You won't be dizzy now, will you?"
Chen Qizhao said again: "Sober up."
The waiter quickly brought the medicine kit and cleaned up the messy spot. The liveliness of the bar was not disrupted by this little episode. Chen Qizhao dealt with the wound on his hand expressionlessly. The tingling sensation of alcohol disinfection reminded him of the authenticity of this absurd scene.
This is not a dream, he really returned to the age of 18, the age when nothing happened.
His eyes looked around for a week, and finally stopped on Qin Xingfeng, and said in a natural tone: "Brother Xingfeng, where did you just say? Drink too much and get confused, I didn't hear it clearly."
Qin Xingfeng was a little surprised, although the episode just now made him feel lingering fears, but Chen Qizhao's good attitude after sobering up made him relax again, he continued: "I myself started my business during college, the importance of experience and experience. Not to mention. I just suggest that if you want to have a better say, you can try to accumulate capital and experience yourself.”
"How does this accumulate?"
"Brother Xingfeng has two tricks?"
"Entrepreneurship is not theoretical knowledge. If he is interested, I have a friend who has a research project in artificial intelligence. The prospects are very good, and he is attracting investment everywhere." Qin Xingfeng's tone was gentle, and he looked at Chen Qizhao with a very keen gaze. Friendly: "If you want to try to start your own business, you can consider investing in it yourself. Our company has evaluated this project. It won't make a lot of money or lose money. I don't know if you are interested?"
"It's not bad to invest by yourself. Last time, whoever invested in a college student project made a lot of money?"
"This is also a good choice. Qi Zhao will have his own achievements in time. If he really wants to join the group, he will not be pressed too hard."
"Even if you don't get in, more capital will give you more confidence."
Chen Qizhao looked at the funny and interesting analysis of pros and cons in front of him, his heart was very calm, and he even recalled the long-lost past.
When he was young, he was not on good terms with his elder brother Chen Shiming. This is a well-known thing in the circle, and some people even use this as a talk behind their backs, or to sow discord for personal gain.
Qin Xingfeng is one of them.
This person is young and promising in front of outsiders. He left the family in his twenties and succeeded in starting a business. Coupled with his gentle and elegant temperament, he is very popular in their circle. When Chen Qizhao and his eldest brother Chen Shiming were unhappy because of their voluntary affairs, Qin Xingfeng led an ordinary family matter into Chen Shiming's intentional act in a few words, and fanned the flames on the grounds that entering the group would be suppressed by Chen Shiming.
Qin Xingfeng is also very smart. He said it was a suggestion in a high-sounding manner, but he was actually taking advantage of his power to seek personal gain. When I was young, I didn't have any theoretical knowledge, how could I understand so many details of entrepreneurship, and was quickly deceived by Qin Xingfeng's rhetoric, saying that it was cooperation, but in fact it was just sending money to Qin Xingfeng. It's okay to send money, and let Qin Xingfeng rely on the big tree of the Chen Group because of this matter, and he doesn't know how much convenience he has made in private.
When Chen's capital chain was in crisis, when he remembered this project, he realized that his cooperation with Qin Xingfeng was a joke.
Chen Qizhao looked at the others, "Is there a cigarette?"
The person next to him lit his cigarette with ease.
But Chen Qizhao doesn't seem to have any plans to smoke.
Qin Xingfeng looked at him, feeling a kind of pressure inexplicably.
"Okay, Brother Xingfeng, show me the project if you have time." Chen Qizhao continued, "It's just that I don't understand, and I have to rely on your help for some things."
When Qin Xingfeng saw his behavior, he was relieved, but it was just an appearance.
Acting like an old river and lake, in fact, you can't hold cigarettes well. He knew Chen Qizhao, the Chen family's family education was good, and seeing Chen Qizhao drinking tonight, he knew that this person had never touched alcohol before, let alone smoked.
"Then I'll tell you more about it later." Qin Xingfeng talked about some business matters again. After chatting for ten minutes, he looked at the time, got up and said, "I'll go back to the company later. Have a drink and remember to call a chauffeur on the way back."
"Brother Xingfeng, don't worry."
"You go to work first."
Qin Xingfeng left soon.
"Brother Xingfeng is good."
"Yeah, I almost had a problem with my own investment last time. Fortunately, I asked him a lot more."
"Qizhao, we all know Brother Xingfeng's character, this person can be trusted."
"Really?" Chen Qizhao raised his eyelids slightly, "He's quite handsome, with a nice face."
The superficial characters are well done, the rhetoric is good, and the investment is a pity.
Others looked at Chen Qizhao and didn't seem to understand what he said. One person laughed and said, "Brother Xingfeng is really good looking, a little like the handsome boy in the TV series."
Chen Qizhao ignored them, his hand skillfully lit the ashtray, letting the spark burn back a little bit.
"Chen Qizhao."
Suddenly, a familiar and young voice sounded behind Chen Qizhao.
Chen Qizhao was stunned for a moment, then turned around abruptly—
In the aisle behind the booth, Chen Shiming in a suit and leather shoes stood there, his stern face covered with frost.
The eyes of the two collided, and after a while, Chen Shiming's eyes moved from his face to his hand holding the cigarette.