Wei Qian eight winds did not move ...... and dropped the fishing rod into the water.
He stared for a while at the shallow section of fishing rod floating on the surface of the water, the sound of the rain whispering in his ears.
After a while, Wei Qian squatted down expressionlessly, pulled up his pants leg, stepped into the water with one foot, and fished the fishing rod back up again
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Wei Zhiyuan has been next to him with a strange look, Wei Qian afterglow sweep, feel his eyes have a kind of heart like death frank and calm.
Neither of them made a sound like a mime.
Wei Qian retrieved the fishing line and hook, clutching the sharp fish float, as if unconsciously scribbling on the soft soil on the shore, every stroke, he counted in his heart, as if he wanted to force his jumping veins to smooth out and calm down.
In the end, a turtle was left on the dirt floor with an extraordinarily large shell on its back, looking listless and tolerant.
Wei Qian felt that there was a long sharp blade in his chest that could whistle for ages, so sharp that it could pierce through everything in front of him, and at this moment, there was nowhere for the sharp blade to rest, and he heard a "pfft" sound, and felt that his lungs had been poked through a hole.
Wei Qian finally sat down slowly, drew out a few pieces of paper and slowly wiped the water droplets that covered the end of the fishing rod, and only after a while did he deliberately soften his voice a bit so as to sound reasonable and speak, "You're deliberately trying to piss me off, aren't you?"
Wei Zhiyuan was silent.
Wei Qian: "I want to hear what you think."
Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with that strange gaze for a while before saying softly, "There's someone I've liked for years, didn't dare to let him know, didn't dare to let anyone know, every day ...... every day engraved in my heart once - -I know what you're going to say, brother, your argument is exactly the same as my high school headmaster, you just want to say that even the most deeply engraved feelings will change in time, right?"
Wei Qian's words to his mouth were snatched by him, so he had to shut up in a depressed manner.
Wei Zhiyuan took a deep breath and revealed an odd smile: "But a person is always piled up by the past, you let who uniquely live in your heart? You try to know, heart loaded with him for a month, that month is his, loaded with him for a year, that whole year is his, and then even if the time has really changed, so what? He has become a part of me."
Wei Qian carefully experience, feel their hearts filled with chicken and garlic livelihood, messy is a live poultry market, which also put down the people so big things it?
He had to fret and emphasize, "Part of you is made up of cells and tissues that have nothing to do with another carbon-based organism, don't try to put me off with this bullshit analogy - now you're done?"
Wei Zhiyuan gave him a hopeless look and nodded.
Wei Qian couldn't help but incline his head to avoid Wei Zhiyuan's gaze, he didn't know if Wei Zhiyuan was like this when he talked to other people, anyway, when Wei Zhiyuan talked to him, he always liked to look him straight in the eyes, and this kind of prolonged, unobstructed stare would make even the softest of gazes become aggressive, and give people the illusion as if there was no way to escape.
Wei Qian touched a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, sighing like exhaling a mouthful of white smoke, his temper seems to have been smoothed out by the time and the long pull, only the words can be heard between the lines a little depressed anger: "So let me say what I think, I can't understand it, I can't accept it, I have this attitude even if you say out of the flower. Wei Zhiyuan students I suggest you go out and ask around, ten parents nine will not accept, the remaining one is mostly not pro-life ......"
He said here, completely in passing, the words fell before reacting to what he had just balanced out, Wei Qian immediately froze for a moment, and somewhat awkwardly rubbed his nose ...... This one does not seem to be pro life either.
After a while, the two suddenly laughed out together, and the atmosphere that had seemed a bit tense just then abruptly dissipated.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, are you angry and confused?"
Wei Qian: "Yes, I tell you, if this is Song Xiaobao, I would have big ear scrape paste up, what time not time, a hammer hit you a memory loss youth, a year a month? A second you do not need to remember."
Speaking of this, Wei Qian slowly converged on the smile: "You grew up with more than her heart, and now also so big, I will not use against her that set against you. I don't know if you remember, in fact, I also walked a crooked path when I was a child, and now I think about it, part of the reason is that there is no way, there is also some ...... probably unconvinced. At that time it was your third brother and ...... and hemp brother pulled me back, now can I pull you back?"
After a few moments of not being able to wait for Wei Zhiyuan's reply, Wei Qian: "I'm begging you, okay? Xiao Yuan, a lifetime will pass in the blink of an eye, living well is still difficult, why do you have to be so maverick to find yourself uncomfortable?"
Wei Zhiyuan was silent, he suddenly lost the mood of those previous trials, his heart surged with indescribable sadness.
He'd rather his unknown big brother jump up and slap him, or simply order him to go find a girlfriend and come back tomorrow, like he'd ordered Bo to cut his hair two years ago, say no more.
Nor ...... would he like to see him say such things with indescribable helplessness, hollowed out like a real grown man.
Wei Qian reached out and twisted the rainwater that had gotten on his fingertips, "Xiao Yuan, are you like this because I didn't get off to a good start? Is it because I have been ......"
Wei Zhiyuan cut him off, "Brother, stop talking."
Wei Qian gazed blankly and distantly at the surface of the vaporized pond, "I'm sorry for all of you."
He neglected his family so much that he didn't even know how Wei Zhiyuan experienced a light and strange youth ......
However he really did his best.
At that moment, Wei Zhiyuan almost wanted to jump up and hug him regardless, wanting to pour out all the pent-up longing in his heart.
However, when the words came to his lips, he managed to hold them back, the thousand pounds of his heart being pulled back narrowly by a hair-thin thread of reason, and, in the end, the slightest hint of it was not revealed.
Not yet, his heartstrings, taut with the veins on the backs of his hands, told him.
Later, when the rain stopped, Wei Qian and the others walked toward the parking place with a fish basket and a few pounds of small carp.
The clear sky of the party poured out a large amount of afterglow, dragging Wei Qian's shadow long on the ground, Wei Zhiyuan kept his head lowered, and followed the thinly drawn and twisted shadow step by step.
With every step, he said in his mind, as if venting, "I like you, I like you just the way you are."
He had been just chanting silently the whole way.
Wei Qian threw the fishing gear into the trunk and suddenly remembered something, turned around and caught Wei Zhiyuan off guard, "What's that one you like? What does it do?"
Wei Zhiyuan didn't expect him to suddenly ask this, for a moment he nearly blurted out the words he was reciting in his heart, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, his face was pale, almost jaw-dropping, and for a moment he ran out of words.
It looked like panic defending someone.
Wei Qian saw his appearance, his heart sank, he really didn't see that this younger brother of his was actually still an infatuated seed.
An unsourced resentment suddenly hit him, Wei Qian thought, what about that person is so good? Worth when you in front of me also such a hundred shirking defense?
Suddenly, he could not restrain himself from missing the old days when he was poor and desperate, at least when they were together and dependent on each other, there was not this unspecified, phantom-like ubiquitous "outsider" in the middle of them, and they were all obedient, silly, and always in need of him as a brother.
It was only then that Wei Qian realized that one day, these little cubs would finally grow up to be adults, and when they got their wings hardened, they would each go far away.
He slowly pulled out of the suburban wilderness, the green wheat seedlings following the wind like waves, and he felt a heavy, unbroken loneliness.
Since then, Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but jointly avoid the topic; they maintained an outward calm, but inside it was as if they were frozen in a stalemate, with neither one being able to convince the other.
And that's how it went on for another little six months in a different way.
That day Wei Qian was in his own office on half a cup of tea, hastily swallowing a loaf of bread for breakfast, ready to start a full day's work, when SanFat suddenly came in, "Qian'er, Mr. Zhang is here."
Wei Qian didn't react for a moment, "Which Mr. Zhang?"
"That one," said Three Fatty, gesturing, "that nominal shareholder when we did the first project, always holding the paradigm that he wants to go to heaven to build spaceships, but in reality, he can talk even more than I can - Xiong asked us to go over there. Xiong asked us to go over there, so hurry up."
Mr. Zhang this person, is a noble and cold people crazy, the beginning of the extreme bad contact, all the time not to pretend as the first priority of life, but some understanding, and then let a person find him from the extraterrestrial generally do not eat the nature of the world.
He's a big fan of conception, and every time the word "conception" is mentioned, he gets so excited he gets nails up his ass.
At the moment, Mr. Zhang is enthusiastically in the old bear's office to deliver his personal speech, its tall talk no one can insert into the mouth, quite some Mrs. Bear's style - thanks to the old bear early by his defeated wife tuned / taught out, even a little bit of impatience does not mean.
As soon as Mr. Zhang saw Wei Qian and SanFat, he stood up in a hurry, ignoring Wei Qian's outstretched hand, and gave him a hug like a fake foreign devil, the cologne on his collar drilled into Wei Qian's nose without any warning, it's almost the same as mustard oil, leaping up his nose to wake up his brain, Wei Qian hurriedly took half a step back, twisted his face and sneezed, "Sorry Brother Zhang, I'm a little bit of a cold in the past two days. "
Mr. Zhang smiled tolerantly, following which he ignored Sanfat's intention to give him a hug as a local custom, grabbed Sanfat's pig's hoof with both hands, and shook it up and down a bit, "Mr. Tan!"
Three Fatty's facial expression was a bit paralyzed, feeling like he was being discriminated against in some subtle way.
Mr. Zhang came all the way here to look for someone to cooperate on a new project, which is said to be a seascape vacation villa project in C. The old bear feasible report has not yet turned over the catalog, and Mr. Zhang has already blown up the sky.
Wei Qian couldn't help but interrupt him for a moment and questioned, "I'm sorry Brother Zhang, I have to interrupt, I've heard that place crashed once in the entire region some years ago, do you think there's really any value left in investing over there?"
"Good question." Mr. Zhang slapped the armrests of his chair, "I appreciate this kind of hit and miss from Mr. Wei the most. But do you know what's unrepeatable for rich people nowadays? It's health and environment ah! Scarce seascape and negative oxygen ions are our gimmicks, I also plan to use the nearby economic forest to develop some vacation and entertainment projects, and use a similar model of convalescent tourism to make this project, the annual return on capital I've calculated can be as high as 200% or more, do you guys believe it?"
The old bear bowed his head in silence, Wei Qian and San Fat glanced at each other, both saw the same message in each other's expressions: the idiot got up in the morning and forgot to take his medicine again.
Last time they looked at Mr. Zhang's connections, and he cooperated with him once, strictly speaking that cooperation was very pleasant, Mr. Zhang's attention is still mainly focused on the commercial street, for the style of the surrounding residential did not engage in too many moths.
But even so, the concept of "this person is unreliable" had already penetrated into Wei Qian's heart.
The man was well-born, well-capitalized, and at liberty to spoil it, causing him to be all idealistic and stinky.
It certainly doesn't matter that his emotional intelligence is extremely low, or that he's extremely bad at reading people's faces - what's fatal is that he's using the imagination of writing novels and the romance of drawing comics to make a real business out of it.
Since the past partners have come to the door, the old bear, even if it is purely for the sake of giving face, is to bring people to follow Mr. Zhang.
The next day, just in time for the National Day holiday, they boarded the plane to C City without any concept of vacation.
Just before the airplane took off that instant, Wei Qian heart suddenly "thump", he did not think about it, because the rise and fall of weightlessness overweight when people will not be too comfortable.
Once again, he ignored his magical premonition.
Wei Zhiyuan was at school at the time, and Xiao Bao was baring his teeth and doing homework that he couldn't understand.
Asako's mother had come to visit his house and was winding up a roll of wool with the help of Mrs. Song-she hoped to knit a pair of woolen mittens for each of them before winter came.
Asako's mother's burned hand is not very sharp, can not break the teeth, and slow action, other people knitting sweater is a few sticks caught in the hand up and down, but she can only be one stitch by one stitch hard to knit, and sometimes will be leaning on the threads will fall off, and sometimes will be because of the leakage of a needle and break a small hole.
Xiaobao spoke to them with a hitch, "I want to go for art specialization in the college entrance exam, and Lulu-san said that I should be able to, so that the cultural course requirements can be a little lower."
Mrs. Song said nonchalantly, "You'll be able to pass the exam if it's lower, huh? At least it has to be much lower."
"You guys don't keep splashing me with cool water!" Xiao Bao quit, after a while, she added weakly, "It's really low much better ...... Hey, Aunt, your lips are dry and bursting, let me pour you a glass of water?"
Old Mrs. Song hurriedly stopped her, "Don't get up, I'll just go, you, just study well, you don't need to be in charge of things at home."
She said, hanging the propped up wool over the back of her chair, and looking a little sluggish in her actions, she stood up, and smiled at Asako's mom.
Suddenly, Old Mrs. Song rubbed her temples and complained in a low voice, "Once I got up, I got up violently, and I'm still a bit dizzy."
Without looking up, Bao said, "You might have a little low blood pressure, just eat more."
Mrs. Song: "How can I eat more than your little cat food."
The corners of Xiaobao's mouth drooped down, "My dance teacher doesn't let me eat, she always thinks I'm fat, where do I ......"
Her words came to an abrupt end with a loud bang as Mrs. Song somehow tripped over a chair leg, and this old lady, who had always been sharp on her legs, fell solidly to the ground in a big horse slump.
And she never got up again.
Wei Zhiyuan was alone in a classroom, he recently applied to the school to form a "network security and program research" small club, just recruited a few people, has not yet become a scale, he wanted to take out his previous things as an example, is debugging, received a phone call from Xiaobao.
His word "hello" had not yet fallen, Xiaobao's crying voice had suddenly come out from the phone, Wei Zhiyuan carefully differentiated twice, before realizing that the sentence mixed in her crying voice was "Why is big brother's phone off the hook".
Wei Zhiyuan frowned, "He should not have landed by now, how do you
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Up? Don't cry."
Song Xiao Bao could hardly restrain himself from huffing and puffing several times, breaking off and struggling to make sense of things.
Wei Zhiyuan listened to her half-saying and already packed up his things and stood up: "Don't move her, have you called an ambulance? Did you call an ambulance? Call one. Calm down. Why are you crying? There are several thousand dollars in cash in the cabinet under the living room, don't forget to bring the money with you when the ambulance comes, do you hear me? I'll be right there. ......"
Mrs. Song was quickly sent to the hospital, and when Wei Zhiyuan arrived, she had already been pushed into the operating room.
Xiao Bao raised his rabbit-like eyes and looked up blankly at Wei Zhiyuan.
Wei Zhiyuan tried dialing Wei Qian's phone once, it was on, but no one answered.
Wei Zhiyuan exhaled softly, "Tell me, what was going on at that time?"
Song Xiaobao found the backbone as if he had found the backbone and explained the cause and effect.
Wei Zhiyuan listened in silence, foreboding that Mrs. Song is not a minor problem, I'm afraid that this time, I can't have a scare.
He stood up and patted Xiao Bao's head, "Okay, I know, it's okay, don't be afraid, you stay here and keep watch, I'll go out and get some more money."
Xiaobao eyed his back with tears in her eyes, feeling that he was becoming more and more like her big brother.
Wei Qian has arrived in C city, looking for a hotel to land, and went straight to the project site, the phone fell in the hotel, missed Wei Zhiyuan several calls.
Mr. Zhang and the old bear in front of the walk, Mr. Zhang bragging, what this to build a golf course, there to build a spa sanatorium, which also want to introduce is not Japan or South Korea's anti-cancer physical therapy, the whole one sky-high.
They walked up to the high ground and looked down, and found that the large economic forest halfway up the mountain was sparsely populated, with hardly a few houses in sight, and only a little further down were farmers still cultivating their fields.
Three Fatty and Wei Qian lagged two steps behind, and Wei Qian whispered, "I think it's all redundant."
San Fatty sighed, "Don't mention it, at least it's a convalescence and you can buy some fresh fruits to go back. How come this Zhang's whimsy is worse than the last time I saw him?"
Wei Qian smiled a little and was just about to reply when the old bear in front of him suddenly inclined his head and Wei Qian saw the expression on his side face.
Wei Qian's expression suddenly froze, several years of cooperation in the wind and rain, he has been able to judge what he is thinking through the old bear's demeanor - how, what does this mean? Can't Old Xiong hear that this project is unreliable?
Does he mean that he's going to lead everyone into the fire this time?
However, the old bear after all calm, even if the demeanor and expression has betrayed him in the acquaintances, but still end of the day, did not give a positive or negative answer, only with the general manager of the Zhang excuses that we need to study a little more.
Wei Qian was just anxious to see what kind of wrong tendon in the old bear's brain when he saw the ten or so missed calls on his cell phone spread out on the hotel bed.
Mrs. Song had a sudden cerebral infarction, and after the long hours of surgery had passed, she was pushed out and transferred directly to the intensive care unit, where her life and death were unknown.
The money Wei Zhiyuan had fetched earlier came in handy.
Wei Qian booked a night flight that night and folded back, straight to the hospital, only had time to hastily instruct the three fat a sentence: "Never pull the old bear, do not let him ghost."