Wei Qian originally thought that when he got the university graduation certificate, he would be excited to sleep all night, in order to get his dream. But the actual situation is, his days were too chaotic, so much so that after a year, he remembered that he was not even able to attend the graduation ceremony.
He thought he was crawling, but before he knew it, he was up and running.
Old bear they have always had a company, but it seems to be very child's play, hired a bunch of temporary workers, most of the time they are a few people in the hands, selling tea on the registration of a so-and-so tea company, selling medical equipment on the name of so-and-so foreign trade company.
They've amassed a messy collection of industries and an even messier collection of contacts in a guerrilla-like fashion.
And just after Wei Qian and their first project involving large-scale capital, the old bear and the three of them finally sat down and rented a floor of a downtown office building, meticulously wrote out the charter, revised several drafts after the finalization, the formation of a formal company, and those cottage purse companies like a tea company and a foreign trade company have changed their names, unified brand, and formed a group.
The earliest members of the actual only Lao Xiong, three fat and Wei Qian, and then as they expanded, recruited a number of people one after another, the whole company is like an inflated balloon, began to have a complex internal organs.
Wei Qian, the three brothers and their state, but also gradually from "like a dead dog", to "the surface of the bright, but actually tired like a dead dog."
The ship began to test the waters offshore.
The next year, the old bear and they have done two or three short and quick small projects, not in the invisible shareholders, they are bright and square from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.
Old Bear's ambition is also expanding with each passing day, and he seems to have a vague vision of the coming golden age.
This is in public, in private, Wei Qian decided to break Wei Zhiyuan back words are not just for fun, he has never been a man of his word, as long as he made up his mind, he will immediately act.
Wei Qian then after many inquiries, privately contacted a seemingly formal psychological institutions, and soon after the appointment, he ran over wearing a large sunglasses that could cover his face, describing his demeanor as sneakier than an underage girl having an abortion.
As a result, the smiling tiger-like white coat collected the consultation fee and told him in a gentle voice: "Although homosexuality has not yet been recognized by law, it has been removed from sex/perversion two years ago in our country, and the situation you mentioned may just be a certain tendency of a teenager in the process of growth and development, and it may gradually disappear as he becomes more and more mature physically and mentally. Of course, it is also possible that he himself is a real homosexual, the cause may be very complex, we will discuss it later, but it brings a lot of psychological pressure to the teenager, the family more need to be treated scientifically, do not overreact, and slowly channeling only."
When Wei Qian heard such professional words, he immediately asked with a ray of hope, "What about after the evacuation? Can I break it back?"
The white lab coat smiled brightly and said in a pervasive tone, "Through patient counseling, the child will be able to erect enough self-confidence to openly face the fact that he or she is different from others, and finally find a path to happiness of his or her own."
Wei Qian looked at this counselor, and then looked at the corner of the table ashtray, discreetly thinking, if an ashtray to this kid to open a will be how.
After this experience, Wei Qian that these counselors are purely half-assed, not at all reliable, he got the so-called "scientific" answer, still refused to die, after a few days to find a big beautiful woman's wall calendar to the living room wall.
Wei Qian this person taste is really worrying, the traditional sense of the Oriental beauty he is not accustomed to, so commissioned the three fat search.
If Sanfat can be relied on, a sow can get up a tree.
He did not know where to get a set of wall calendars, which a water of blonde blue-eyed big breasts, all bare chested, look all a mold carved out of the big eyes double eyelids, with a big smile on the Chinese people congratulations on wealth, live can flash blind people dog eyes.
Wei Qian hung this picture in the living room, perfectly destroying the literary home atmosphere created by sister-in-law Xiong, immediately pulling the taste to the level of the urban and rural areas, the entire home began to permeate a "donkey meat barbecue store opened for good luck," the "festive" smell.
Wei Qian attempted to awaken Wei Zhiyuan's interest in women with basic carnal/lust, but as a result, before Wei Zhiyuan had the chance to comment, Mrs. Song quit first, and she sank her breath into her throat, "Aigoo my mom, how come all these women are running out in a pair of pants? Who hung them? What? Your brother? I think your brother is fed up, the more he lives, the more he goes back! This is outrageous, take it off!"
They then took advantage of Wei Qian's absence to take down the wall calendar, and Song Xiaobo hastened to take the opportunity to chuck in some personal items and hang up the Japanese and Korean male celebrities that had just become popular.
When Wei Qian came home at night and pushed the door, he saw Wei Zhi
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Standing far away at the base of the wall, surveying the group of greasy little white men on the wall, Big Brother was out of his mind with indignation.
He sauntered over to him and asked with a sullen face, "Does it look good?"
Wei Zhiyuan turned his head with a bit of a meaningful smile and gave him a deep look, "Generally, I've seen better looking ones."
Wei Qian was shocked by the amount of information in his words, bitter bile shivered up, immediately put the small treasure hanging white boys rolled it rolled it put away and threw it away, at the same time decided to go to investigate Wei Zhiyuan usually with whom to deal with, what is the meaning of "have seen a better look"?
What kind of vixen hooks up with teenagers to learn the hard way?
Or a male vixen.
What an egghead term that is.
Finally, the New Year's calendar was hung with "Spring and Autumn", which is in line with Mrs. Song's aesthetic.
...... is still full of grounded, idyllic flavor.
Both attempts were declared fruitless, and Weiqian subsided for a while before he learned from some irresponsible study that some gay men were caused by a lack of fatherly love and interaction with their fathers from an early age.
Wei Qian couldn't possibly change a father for Wei Zhiyuan out of thin air, so he had to harden himself.
Waiting for the spring flowers to bloom, taking advantage of the weekend, Wei Qian hard to squeeze out a day, decided to take Wei Zhiyuan to do some leisure sports belonging to men - fishing.
Wei Qian squeeze out a whole day is not easy, his days in that period of time is quite soldierly, every day is the rhythm of overwork, there is no concept of overtime or not overtime, from the morning open eyes to the evening closed eyes, continuous rotation.
He was vaguely back to the time when he had to start calculating how the whole day would go when he opened his eyes every morning.
The day before he left, Wei Zhiyuan checked what he was going to bring one last time before going to bed.
He was one of those people who never needed an alarm clock, he usually had a biological clock to get up on time, and if there was something he needed to get up extra early to do the next day, he would spontaneously wake up extra early, it was as if he had a clockwork in his body.
Of course, there is a downside to this specialty, which is that he will tend to sleep poorly if he is thinking about getting up early the next day for something.
Wei Zhiyuan woke up once at three o'clock, then lay down again after that, and began to dream.
His dreams were fragmented, hardly a piece of the complete plot, and he dreamed of passing through many places, sometimes a speeding train, sometimes a dirty corner, sometimes a cramped, narrow room, all of which had a lid, all of which appeared to be dark, monotonous and dull in color.
Wei Zhiyuan hard to move on the bed, but did not wake up, his dream did not suddenly come out to scare him monster, also did not suddenly fall off the cliff, and he seems to be trapped in that long and real nightmare, the mood is not excited or fear, but just feel extremely depressed, with the same numbness as accustomed to.
In the dream, he was always surrounded by all kinds of eyes, and all shapes and sizes of people who passed him were all blurred faces, and those people's flat faces were, as it were, only one pair of eyes, and the gaze of each pair of eyes was sinisterly betokened on him.
Those sights were like small sesame-sized bugs, not deadly, but crawling slowly over him moment by moment, bringing an indescribable sense of wariness.
All the sounds disappeared without a trace, all the touches were false and untrue, and with only those unsuspecting gazes as far as his eyes could reach, Wei Zhiyuan finally started to run.
He "ran" himself awake.
Wei Zhiyuan sat up from the bed in a sweat and pressed the bedside lamp - 4:45 AM.
He paused, propped his elbows on his thighs, jerked a handful of sweat from his face, and sat there to calm his breathing.
The chest seems to be blocked with a ball of cotton, and it is not easy to breathe. Wei Zhiyuan could no longer lie down and got up to wash.
He saw himself in the mirror as he was now, tall and handsome, with shoulders that had grown in advance like drawn wings, moving with a vivid sense of power.
Probably not having awakened from his nightmare, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly remembered an age-old event.
He was ...... six years old then? Seven, I think, still wandering aimlessly anyway, and civilized society was like a wall between him, transparent and untouchable, but clearly and unmistakably refusing to let him in.
One day he was resting on a street corner when he saw a man walking out of a small restaurant with two boxes of food. The disposable lunch boxes were probably a little unsturdy, and the man took a few steps and the bottom box leaked, and he was so burned that he let go of his hand, and the whole box of food knocked over all over the floor.
The man cursed and turned to the restaurant to argue, the smell of food filled the air everywhere, the tantalizing aroma of the dishes was like poppies with a fatal attraction to a hungry child.
Wei Zhiyuan really couldn't help himself and finally gathered enough courage to walk over silently.
He squatted on the ground and secretly grabbed and picked it up with his hands to eat it. The one who was quarrelling spotted him and was instantly taken aback, his expression vivid in his mind - his eyes widened in anger and his sweaty hairs stood on end, as if he had seen a gutter rat, disgusted and abhorred.
With that, the man cursed loudly, as if Wei Zhiyuan was not picking up the rice he dropped and eating it, but rather tainting his appetite.
"Disgusting!" Wei Zhiyuan remembered the man saying this, and then he was unceremoniously kicked so hard that the hot vegetable soup that splashed up landed on the child's delicate skin and scalded the inside of his wrist, and to this day, there is still a scar there that is so small that it is barely noticeable.
That's the invisible wall - he doesn't count as a person at all in people's eyes.
Those who pitied him, pitied him like kittens and puppies; those who disliked him for his filth, hated him like wild cats and dogs; those who were unkind to him, like those who thought of eating cat and dog meat, maliciously assessed how much he weighed.
They might think he was a little fool, or not quite sane; no one would think he was of normal or even superhuman intelligence, or even know that he even had human likes and dislikes.
All the malice that was frankly etched on the surface of the earth, verbatim across Wei Zhiyuan's face, grew into his own malice from within.
Hard to obliterate, hard to overcome.
Wei Zhiyuan thought he had already forgotten, but these memories always appear at inopportune moments, as if there is a small screening room in his head, and from time to time, he will play some old movies, which are as vivid as yesterday.
But it wasn't really yesterday after all.
Wei Zhiyuan stared indifferently at the scar on his wrist for a few seconds.
To this day, he still hated the unexplained stares of others, yet he no longer feared them, and he was still aware of his morbid quest to be powerful, yet so what?
The teenager thought that he would one day have the power to step on this world, and then there would be no one who could stop him, and he even dreamed wildly of being so powerful that he would influence the rules of this world.
At this time, another person suddenly flashed in front of Wei Zhiyuan's eyes, and he was in a trance, as if he saw the face of the unknown pervert who had been lured step by step by him to the cold storage room to freeze to death. Legend has it that the human brain will automatically block out unpleasant memories, but Wei Zhiyuan's brain is like a cold hard disk that never lets him forget anything.
What's the point of thinking about him all of a sudden? He's dead.
Wei Zhiyuan smiled to himself and turned around to walk out of the bathroom, as soon as he came out he nearly bumped into Wei Qian.
Wei Qian's footsteps are almost stumbling, the two of them about five o'clock in the morning to get up and leave, the result is that Wei Qian the first night to go home has been half past two in the middle of the night, hastily wash plus go sleepy can not sleep, it is estimated that when it is not easy to close your eyes, at least have to be more than three o'clock later.
Wei Qian felt like he had just entered deep sleep when the sound of the alarm clock rudely burrowed into his brain, wiping out his delicate sleep in one fell swoop.
It took an almost detoxifying amount of perseverance to get out of bed.
Wei Zhiyuan watched as his brother was like a tumbler, swaying from left to right for a while, and when he accidentally hit the wall, Wei Qian almost slid down the wall and slept right at the root.
Wei Zhiyuan caught his shoulder and gave him a hand, asking softly, "Why don't you sleep some more? Don't go today, right?"
Wei Qian waved his hand without saying a word, struggled up and walked into the bathroom.
It wasn't until the cold water stirred him up that Wei Qian came back to his senses a little bit, not a single cell in his body screaming that he didn't want to go out and wanted to go to sleep, yet he was still being collectively subdued.
Wei Qian said, kid, brother for you but give up his life.
Fishing place is generally in the suburbs, driving over to nearly two hours, Wei Qian just got a driver's license, bought a low-grade family sedan usually open. He has some money in his hand over the years, but still not much to spend on himself, not that he is young and calm nature, not vain, saint-like do not want to show off.
Rather, he really wasn't rich enough to make himself feel secure.
How much money does it take to feel secure?
Wei Qian said not good, but he thought, with his own poor cultivation and shallow thinking, really one day, he may really do "drink a bowl down a bowl" and other profligate things.
Poverty is engrained in his genes and directly affects the synthesis of every protein molecule in his body.
On the other hand, Wei Zhiyuan on one side did not know whether he had not woken up or what, and had been propping up his chin, looking out the window without making a sound.
Wei Zhiyuan had never fished before, and Wei Qian was still a child-his stepfather and real mom were both still alive when Sanfat's dad took the three of them to play once.
At that time three fat his father is still young, with the current three fat is a mold carved out, but also a mold carved out of the good temper and smooth talk, with three short and tall, fat and thin different little boys, boys walking while playing, three fat dad also do not care, just occasionally too much, only to turn back to maintain the order, in case they fall into the river.
Sit down and wait for the fish on the hook, three fat dad and three fat two people, you a word I a word together behind the back of the bad three fat mom, like two turn over the serf to sing the poor people together to denounce the oppressive class of the master.
Fishing, at times, is more like a "gentlemen's tea party" where they can get together and discuss women with impunity, complain about life and the perpetually troublesome children at home.
The two men had not arrived very early, and someone had already set up a fishing rod, so they both found a little pavilion by the water where they could rest in the shade, sat on the steps, and set up their guy style.
Wei Qian, with his thin experience, rustily taught Wei Zhiyuan how to hang bait on the hook, how to watch the fish drift, and how to dump the hook.
Wei Zhiyuan has the intention to cheat, deliberately look clumsy, his brother had to pinch up a worm, holding his hand to help him load on the hook.
The deathless earthworms hosted the sweetness that fell between the fingers, and the slightest bit of it, Wei Zhiyuan grasped the enjoyment of it.
The fish float quietly on the surface of the water, the sun has not yet fully risen, Wei Qian remembered what San Fat his father squatted at the water's edge and said to them, so he learned it in passing to Wei Zhiyuan: "The fun of fishing lies in the process of anticipation."
Wei Zhiyuan inclined his head and looked at him, "After half a day of anticipation, you can't catch a single fish? Isn't it disappointing to look forward to it for nothing?"
Wei Qian choked for a moment, back then, none of the three of them silly boys had ever asked such a pointed question.
He moved his brain, rusted from lack of sleep, and eventually failed to come up with a more educated sentence, so he had to honestly tell the truth: "That's probably pretty depressing too, but it's unlikely, fishponds are paid for these days, and if the owner is so unkind in business that he can't let anyone catch a single one, no one will come in the future."
After saying that, Wei Qian stretched his back and leaned against a stone pillar, "But there's really nothing to be found, so just enjoy the lake and mountains."
The sky grew cloudy, after a while, it even started to rain, they sat in the pavilion, but not afraid of being drenched by the rain, a small wind with water vapor rolled in from the lake, Wei Zhiyuan watched from the side as Wei Qian's open eyes closed little by little, and finally fell asleep with one hand on the fishing rod that was set up on the stand.
The sound of rustling rain gradually connected to a line, the water of the fishpond is disturbed, and further away is a farmland, connected to the general wilderness blanket of the sky.
The curtain of rain gradually covered his eyes, and the lake and mountains all blurred together.
Wei Zhiyuan had long since withdrawn his gaze and looked sideways intently at Wei Qian's quiet sleeping face.
A few moments later, he carefully reached out his hand and tentatively touched Wei Qian's hair, Wei Qian didn't react and really fell asleep.
Wei Zhiyuan lowered his head and joined two fingers, gently placed them on his mouth and kissed them reverently, then stretched out his arm and traced those two fingers seemingly across Wei Qian's lips.
His face finally swept away the gloom to reveal a somewhat childish smile.
Wei Zhiyuan straightened his legs, and the darkness that had been trapped and depressed in his heart since morning ambled obediently as if it had been briefly soothed.
In this moment, he felt the "joy of anticipation" and saw the real "lake and mountains".
Wei Qian was awakened by a sudden sinking of the rod in his hand, the tail cocked up and hit his arm, he hastily grabbed the tail of the rod, flicked his wrist with force, stood up, and retrieved the fishing line in a circle, a big fish of about two pounds that sank and floated at times was dragged to the shore.
Wei Qian turned back to Wei Zhiyuan and said, "Give me the fish trap, where is it?"
Wei Zhiyuan bent down and pulled out the fish basket stuck in the mud on the bank and caught it, and the fish fell into the basket with the hook removed, moving restlessly for a few moments, and when Wei Zhiyuan soaked the basket back into the water, its tail whipped up a series of water droplets.
Wei Qian woke up and was in a very good mood, he dreamed of the fish and in turn was awakened by the fish, which is a good omen.
However, just as he sat back down again, before he could summarize his stage victory, Wei Zhiyuan spoke.
He spoke in a flat voice over the pattering rain, "Brother, you actually know that I like guys, don't you?"