"Shou Bou said that I've been poisoned and that I don't have much time left, and I think she's right.
I feel so much pain, I don't want to die, and I don't know how to tell my brother.
I put two dollars and fifty cents under my pillow, and my teacher said that what the dead leave behind is called an inheritance, so I have two dollars and fifty cents. I wanted to buy a bottle of drink to drink, I haven't had a glass bottle of soda, then didn't buy, I thought, better leave it to my brother, you don't forget to take it away.
I still kind of want to drink it though.
When I die, can you not throw me away? My teacher said the dead should be buried underground. Can you bury me in front of the house?
My life is short (pronounced zan, meaning short), but it is meaningful. I don't know what significance there is. My teacher always said that one's life should have 'significance', so I have it too.
My favorite person is my brother and my second favorite person is Bo, no more.
It makes sense, but still, I don't want to die."
Wei Qian woke up at four in the morning. He didn't know what kind of dream he had, maybe he dreamed about the past, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered the suicide note that Wei Zhiyuan had written when he was a child.
I don't know if it was because I saw the other suicide note.
This story begins with Ma Chunming falling into the sewer in the middle of the night and calling for help.
At that time, Xiao Bao was also not at home, Wei Qian wanted to go out to see, but he coughed badly that day, Wei Zhiyuan rigidly refused to let him go out.
Usually in this kind of situation, Wei Qian did not argue with people, he would show his usual style of being the boss - with practical actions to show that, here I am in charge, you have objections? Oh, sorry, just listen to it as a fart.
So Wei Zhiyuan realized that reasoning was ineffective and had to mess around. In the moment Wei Qian went out, Wei Zhiyuan leaped out and blocked the door with his back, and then with swift and unparalleled movements and professional skills, he grabbed the tie hanging on the coat rack at the doorway, and with a pull and a tug and a net and a pocket, he tied Wei Qian's two hands to the hooks of the coat rack in three times.
Wei Zhiyuan hit is not a high-tech dead knot, a solution to open, wins in the hands and feet enough numb, fast enough action, while Wei Qian was tied by him so few seconds of work, he back to his hand to pull out the keys to Wei Qian's car, the door is unlocked, and flew away.
Wei Qian, this person, his usual style of dealing at home and outside, was like a split personality, when he encountered this situation outside, his first reaction would always be to unbutton, but at home, his first reaction would always be to lose his temper and curse first.
Wei Qian with no patience with a pull, directly tied his tie buckle to hard yank open, the coat rack followed by a "snap" fell down, hanging things fell all over the ground.
"Fuck me." Wei Qian looked down and watched for a few seconds, deciding to fling his hands and throw them, not caring about cleaning up.
But just as he was about to step over the inverted coat rack, he saw Wei Zhiyuan's bag hanging from it fall open, and two notebooks rolled out of it, one still spread out.
Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, worried that there are electronic devices and other things in his bag, for fear of being crushed, so he condescended to bend down and pulled out the bag that Wei Zhiyuan usually carries with him, at which time he realized that Wei Zhiyuan's bag was unusually un-technical, and it didn't even have a pair of headphones inside, so it was just plugged into a few pens, and the rest was the softcover book.
Rolled on the floor spread out on the book, written with a variety of other people can not understand the code and notes, Chinese and English mixed, Wei Qian turned over two pages with interest, although he did not understand, but think it is quite powerful, and then he patted the ash that fell on it, and put it aside.
He thought the other one is the same, picked up and gently shook a little, who knows that thing also do not know which century of the old antique, almost let him shake a moment to the scattered, inside the clip a bunch of messy things, and fell out of the paper page, all the snow like rustling down.
Wei Qian "tsk", carry a little pants leg, squat down to pick up one by one.
There were clippings from academic journals, some of which were unidentified essays written by Wei Zhiyuan himself, and finally, Wei Qian saw a napkin interspersed with them, appearing crumpled and written all over.
The handwriting was some kind of rust like dark red and yellow color, Wei Qian got a closer look in front of his eyes, and his heart snapped, realizing that it was actually dried blood.
It was a suicide note in the truest sense of the word, and judging by the date of the inscription, it was the year following the year in which he had left home and gone abroad.
Wei Zhiyuan grew from eight years old to more than twenty years old, from the fuss like refused to go to school little monkey into now people five people six high knowledge of the returnees, write a suicide note style but almost unchanged, are trilogy.
He first explained what happened to him - it was a wilderness hiking in distress, supplies fell almost out, and lost contact with the outside world, is with a few unlucky companions in the extremely harsh environment to try to find ways to save themselves, he wrote this suicide note, just in case the death of no one to bury.
The second part gives an account of the estate - what happened to his accounts, technology shares, etc.
In the end, it still sums up his own life.
However, this time, Wei Zhiyuan did not act like a child, even do not know the meaning of the word "meaning" two words, and then boldly said that his life is short and meaningful, Wei Qian saw him with some kind of very fine things to guide the direction of the bloodstains, unlike the above two parts, his writing language changed to Chinese.
"My life to death has been one upside down and sharp obsession after another, and in retrospect, nothing more. I understand Bear's words."
"It's just that if it ends abruptly here, it would still be a great shame not to see you one last time. "
Underneath was a string of Wei Qian's name, the fragile paper scratched several times and smeared with blood.
Wei Qian carefully reached out and touched the surface of the old paper, to that coarse frizzy touch, seems to be still mixed with some kind of time and space at the end of the blood like red thoughts and pain.
How did his baby brother, starving and near-desperate, write his name in blood on a napkin?
Those lines of bloody words seemed like a wedge, relentlessly driving into Wei Qian's heart, leaving a string of never-ending marks.
Later, despite the immorality, Wei Qian couldn't help but sit down and turn over Wei Zhiyuan's book that was filled with all sorts of things to look at, he found out that it turned out to be a diary that Wei Zhiyuan bought at the airport when he left the country, and he didn't write every day, and sometimes there might be a ten day and a half month gap in between, yet after such a long time had passed, there were still only a few pages left in the book at the end.
And the last one was written when he returned home and bumped into Wei Qian and then diverted to see Xiao Bao.
All the struggle and redemption, the extreme toughness and extreme vulnerability, all melted into the words.
Because of this, Wei Qian picked up the coat rack and restored it to its original state, and when Wei Zhiyuan was ready to go home from being smacked, he acted as if nothing had happened and didn't mention a word about someone who had dared to tie him up after committing a crime below the belt.
In the wee hours of winter, the sky had no intention of breaking, even the wind had stopped at some point, and it was quiet all around.
Wei Qian could only hear Wei Zhiyuan's steady breathing in his ears.
Wei Qian wanted to move, but Wei Zhiyuan was tightly grasping him from hand to foot, the posture was almost like an old Gramps lying on a gold coin, rigidly restricting him to a small space, making it a bit difficult for him.
Wei Qian did not want to wake him up, tried to small slightly struggled a little, I did not expect to attract the sleeping Wei Zhiyuan unconscious rebound, steak in his body's hands embrace even tighter, Wei Qian strangled almost can not breathe.
This brat speaks better than he sings, and is on the verge of packaging himself as a bitter lover with no regrets, Wei Qian almost believed it.
This one unconscious action while asleep completely betrayed Wei Zhiyuan.
"Little brat." In the end, Wei Qian had to pull out a hand and painstakingly peeled him off of himself.
Wei Zhiyuan was finally startled by him and asked in a daze, "Huh? Brother?"
Wei Qian touched his head, "It's fine, sleep on yours."
After saying that, he climbed up, went to the toilet once, and then walked alone to the big balcony that was connected to the living room. The big balcony was originally messy, there was just a place to sit, the rest was piled up with miscellaneous things, and then it was transformed into a small study by Wei Zhiyuan, who bought a soft small sofa and a small coffee table made of rattan, and laid a clean carpet underneath, so that people could sit on the ground if they wanted to, and on one side on each side there were tall bookshelves, and on the other side there were oil paintings hung, and so many tiny storage compartments were put in place.
There are cigarettes and lighters under the coffee table, Wei Qian touched one, just wanted to light it, I don't know what I remembered, hesitated, and put it back.
Ice flowers caked the window panes, and even the searchlights of the occasional passing car couldn't hit such a high floor.
Wei Qian stretched his legs, sitting on the small sofa, looking at the dense unknown window for a while, did not light the cigarette in his fingertips week after week like a turn around, and occasionally get under the nose to smell the flavor, but also counted as a dry addiction.
His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of clear glass, his eyes calmly penetrated out, peaceful as a flat lake and autumn moon without a trace.
The silhouette of that display against the darkness was almost graceful.
Wei Qian will rarely have this kind of time to do nothing to daze, no one can see what he is thinking, it is like he has become a realistic and handsome statue, waiting for the rising sun.
"What can I give him?" In the dead of night, such a thought suddenly flashed through Wei Qian's mind.
A suicide note is good to write, because at the end of the day, people realize that there are really only a few things at best to write about - where they came from, where they stopped; what's left, what they still wish for ...... and the trajectory of this life, the trajectory of most people, can actually be carried through in just one sentence The whole time.
Life and death are nothing more than that.
"If I realize that my days are numbered as well, what can I leave for him?" Wei Qian thought like this, he felt very tired in his body, and the muscles in his waist were still vaguely aching with embarrassment, but he had no desire to sleep, and even wanted to sit here until dawn. It was like there was a river in his heart that had been congested for many years that had suddenly been flushed open, and he wanted to follow the thin streams and see where they would eventually flow to.
But in the end, Wei Qian didn't get what he wanted because it didn't take long for Wei Zhiyuan to find it.
The young man rubbed his eyes, bent down and stretched out his hands from behind the sofa, intersecting them on Wei Qian's chest, resting his chin on his shoulder, rubbing it with infinite fondness, and asked with a yawn, "Why are you up? Not feeling well?"
Wei Qian: "Couldn't sleep, got up and turned around."
Wei Zhiyuan's eyelids were about to close, he blinked hard and took Wei Qian's hand, "My hands are cold, it's almost dawn, go back and lie down for a little while longer, okay?"
Wei Qian was pinched off the thoughts can not be connected, along with his hand stood up, Wei Zhiyuan immediately not to be putty on him, pampered as if to say, "Brother, tomorrow do not go to work, okay?"
Wei Qian gave him a blank look, "Where can you get money if you don't work? Sell your body? Selling your body is a physical labor, I can't do it in the long run."
Wei Zhiyuan "hehehe" laughed, he always felt unreal, like a dream of happiness came too fast.
He even began to fear the dawn, lest it be another illusion he had made up to amuse himself.
The next day after the morning meeting was adjourned, Wei Qian said to Wei Zhiyuan without any warning, "I'll let the people from the administration book you a flight, the investment money can be put in place recently, so you'll make a run for it, and you'll need someone to butt heads."
Just got the hand to be driven away, Wei Zhiyuan simply want to suspect that he is intentional, however, after all, the main thing is the main thing, not to mention that it is not for him to invest in a person, Wei Zhiyuan again have no intention to work, but also can only be quite dissatisfied with the heart to complain about a few words, go back to pack up their own luggage.
The first night before Wei Zhiyuan left, first Sanfan came.
Three fat face grimly brought a message to: "Wang Dongliang all the assets are frozen, the relevant personnel are controlled, but there are always fish in the net - his brother-in-law who is particularly capable of causing trouble is missing, and now he is secretly wanted, and we suspect that he may come over to find you to retaliate. "
Wei Qian threw a piece of smoking cessation chewing gum in his mouth, full of concern, "Come on, a warm welcome. "
Three Fatty looked at Quit Gum in shock: "You quit smoking? Taking the wrong medicine?"
Wei Qian waved his hand, "The body is the capital of the revolution, you're a thug whose state of mind can't reach it, so stop talking nonsense and get lost."
As soon as this end was finished, Wei Zhiyuan pulled open the door with a smile on his face and said to Sanfat, "Third Brother, I'll see you off."
Triple Fat: "......"
That son of a bitch is pretty good at pointing and clicking.
San Fatty thought that Wei Zhiyuan had forced Wei Qian to quit smoking, so when he was leaving, he glanced at the young man at the door with some surprise, and thought to himself, "Can this kid really have that much influence on Wei Qian?
Three Fatty couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing, just a weirdly subtle mood, and left in a depressed manner.
I don't know if it's just Sanfat crowing, but anyway, not long after he left, Wei Qian received a phone call.
The other party asked in some kind of coy voice, "Hello, are you ...... your name Wei Qian?"
Wei Qian first began to think that it was a sales pitch for something, before forcibly hanging up could not help but stab the person: "Residents personal information this is your discounted price to buy, right, even who is it can not see, on the quality of your business, you can sell some stuff to go?"
He finished and was about to hang up when the other
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But suddenly yelled, "Don't, don't hang up!"
The man on the phone seemed to be over-excited, his breathing was obviously ragged as he suddenly asked, "Wei what? What's your mom's name Wei?"
This bizarre question caused Wei Qian to be stunned for a moment, and then, he immediately reacted to who that person was and hung up the phone without hesitation.
After a while, a text message was sent from the number of the party, "I know you don't want to recognize me, but after all, you have my blood flowing, so at least see me, okay?"
A time and address is attached below.
Wei Qian stared at the text message for a while, and then he thought about it before replying, "Okay."
Back to the end, he immediately made the decision to the police acquaintance called, the time and place to meet the way and contact number all provided, at the end, Wei Qian lack of virtue with smoke added: "I estimate that this group of people must be a gang, the members are estimated to all have a record or a previous record. You must pay attention to see when you arrest people, the best one net, one are not left."
The acquaintance promised, "No problem, these people who have previous offenses and re-offend are the most detestable, and must be dealt with severely when caught."
Wei Qian sneered, "It couldn't be better."
Because of this, Wei Zhiyuan first refused to leave, and in the end it was Wei Qian who unceremoniously threw him and his luggage together at the airport and drove off in his car.
I didn't realize that just as soon as I left, something happened.
The police had sufficient clues, it was the end of the year when they needed to summarize and evaluate their work, and everyone was more enthusiastic about their work, so they caught all the people without much effort.
Even that do not know whether it is true or not "Ji Xuewen", including a total of seven or eight caught, the police put them a pot to end, in the scene found ether, rope stick and many control knives, do not need to see know that this gang of grandsons intend to do.
Three Fatty went to the bureau to take a look, called Wei Qian and said, "I saw that Ji Xuewen, a balding old man, still there, relentlessly saying he wants to see you, I scanned with my X-ray eyes and thought it was impossible for the two of you to be related by blood."
Wei Qian was on his way to meet a partner and took the elevator downstairs with Xiao Fei: "Nonsense."
Three Fatty: "But aren't you really coming to check it out? In case it's really ......"
Wei Qian said coldly, "So what if it's true or false? Blood counts for nothing."
"Hey, come on, count a fart count a fart." Three Fatty choked back a sentence, Wei Qian's most impersonal place is that he has no curiosity about things that normal people would be curious about.
But there's nothing wrong with .......
"It's just that there's still something I don't feel good about." Three Fatty said, "I looked at the gang that was caught, and it seems that there is no Wang Dongliang's brother-in-law."
Wei Qian raised his eyebrows, "What did you say that person looked like?"
As he was talking, the elevator doors opened midway and a short man with a flat head walked in, he didn't look like someone who worked in this office building, either in his temperament or in his eyes, he wasn't badly dressed, and it was probably because of that that the security guard let him in.
Wei Qian couldn't help but look at him one more time, just then, three fat said, "a not tall, quite black, flat head, a little slanting eyes ...... and so I will send you the photo in a while, you ......"
Wei Qian's pupils contracted violently, in a flash of lightning, he grabbed Xiao Fei's narrow shoulders and violently brought her back, Xiao Fei was looking through the materials with the meeting, her feet were still wearing twelve centimeters of fine heels, she was caught unawares and only had time to let out a small scream, and was almost caught by Wei Qian's feet off the ground and threw her backward, "crunching" a moment, she hard twisted a heel and held onto the elevator wall in a panic. Hardly twisted off a heel, panicked to hold the elevator wall.
The bright elevator room reflected the blinding light of the knife, and she saw that the flat-headed man fished out a snowy dagger from somewhere and stabbed at Wei Qian.
"Ah!"