Twenty-three, sugar melons.
As the saying goes, "After the waxing season
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Eight is the year," and sure enough, there was a celebration.
The tumor in Wei Qian's lungs was eventually determined to be benign, surgically removed, after which the moncler outlet store in order to show their wise and godly, anticipate things like God, good life to a pass of hindsight, are weak lying in the hospital bed, but also seize the opportunity to get a good deal of, said loudly, "I said it's all right is all right, I let go of the mouth gun? Just you people, one by one jumping up and down ......"
Three Fatty had a look on his face like his gums were bleeding.
Well, just at this time, Wei Zhiyuan came in, holding a thermos bucket.
He greeted San Fatty and put the thermos to one side first, then squatted on the ground and lifted up one of Wei Qian's cuffs - the hand that Wei Qian had suffered a knife wound had already had the stitches removed - Wei Zhiyuan fished out the string of wooden beads he had sharpened for him from his pocket and wrapped it around it.
Wei Qian blinked and asked curiously, "Why did you remember to bring it?"
Wei Zhiyuan said without lifting his head: "You have just finished surgery anesthetic strength, people are still confused when they want, do not remember? Wake up the first sentence is unclear to ask people 'where is my beads'."
Wei Qian's face was rather unsettled and he didn't squeak.
SanFat laughed so hard that his folds came out, "Hahahahaha, 'Where are my beads', why do you want them so much? I say, Qian'er, red head rope you want? Two feet long, New Year's Eve, turn around father to buy it for you, father has money, pull a few more inches for you, nothing can also be a belt."
Wei Qian lay on the bed and could not get down, so he had to use his eyes to express the somewhat complicated message of "I'm going to beat you to death".
"Aigoo, stare at father ah," three fat patted his own stomach, smilingly said, "stare at me I can leave, do not love to see your late/mother face. You two that ...... that what, hey, I will not bother."
What the hell is this?
Wei Qian: "Fuck off."
The three fat men laughed up at the sky and went out the door and rolled.
Only then did Wei Qian sneak to look at Wei Zhiyuan, but he found that Wei Zhiyuan was gazing down at him, and he suddenly coughed dryly and said with some embarrassment, "Well, what is it about that ...... company of yours?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "No."
Wei Qian asked again, "Where's Xiaobao?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Just called and made a big fuss with me, his voice was muffled from crying, said he booked an afternoon flight and would arrive in the evening."
Wei Qian really ran out of words this time, Wei Zhiyuan sat on the edge of his bed, "What else to ask?"
Wei Qian was silent for a moment and held out his hand to him, "Come here."
Wei Zhiyuan took his hand and sat closer.
Wei Qian then raised his hand and touched his head, and then moved it down slightly, his palm, which appeared a bit coarse because of the wound, brushed against Wei Zhiyuan's face as he said, "This time it's really fine, I won't lie to you, don't be angry."
Wei Zhiyuan closed his eyes, "I didn't."
"Come on, you've been angry since you were little." Wei Qian laughed, "After arguing with Xiaobao once, I never entered her house until I moved."
"You actually remembered." Wei Zhiyuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be two tiny lights in his pupils, searingly leaping, "What else do you remember?"
"I remember a lot of things, when you were a kid you didn't want to go to school, jumped and screamed at me in front of the school, and bit me, and ended up chipping one of your own teeth, thought you were dying, and wrote the first big novel in your life." Wei Qian said slowly, "And Xiao Bao, you two would be like a pair of cockfighters in those days, fighting from morning till night, I don't know what it's all about."
"I don't know why she is, but I'm trying to cheer you up anyway."
Wei Qian: "Nonsense, what am I so happy about you two fighting?"
Wei Zhiyuan leaned over and reached out to touch the corner of his mouth, "Then who knows? You're still smiling anyway."
Wei Qian awkwardly restrained the corners of his mouth that couldn't help but turn upward, then he thought for a moment and grumbled, "But it wasn't for a few years, and then when you grew up, you weren't very close to me anymore."
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him meaningfully.
Wei Qian inexplicably asked, "What are you looking at?"
"It's not that I don't kiss you, it's that I don't dare to kiss you anymore." Wei Zhiyuan said, from the trouser pocket touched out his money clip - his money clip in the trouser pocket for a long time stuffed, by all kinds of material hard jeans wear and tear very quickly, so far has been changed seven or eight, but after flipping open, photo clip in the photo clip will always be the same one.
The photo was so old that it was already out of shape, the edges were worn out, and it had been re-taped with a circle of tape, on it was a flat-headed, but clear-eyed teenager, the teenager was wearing a school uniform, standing in front of the camera, with his hands behind his back, standing as straight as an upright as if it were a stiff mallet, with no smile at all on his face, tensed up, with a somewhat gloomy look in his eyes, which seemed to harbor a deep hostility towards the whole world.
"Who is this stupid kid? Why is it like a juvenile delinquent." Wei Qian didn't react at first, then he squinted his eyes and surveyed for a long time, finally struggling to recognize that there was nearly twenty years ago himself, at once the whole person was Spartan, "Such a two-dimensional photo, where on earth did you find it? Wei Xiaoyuan, you are too discerning, can't you pick a good one? You all day carry this ...... this face clearly written 'I am stupid' four big words of goods, not afraid of other people see joke?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Give it back to me, no insulting my dream girl."
"No, confiscated, I'm going to destroy the corpse." Wei Qian returned his hand and stuffed the old photo under his pillow, not allowing his black history to continue to flaunt.
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him helplessly.
"Alright, big deal, I'll compensate you for one." Wei Qian thought about it and remembered that he didn't take many pictures at all, he reached out and fished out his cell phone from Wei Zhiyuan's pants pocket and pulled up the photo function that he had just recently started playing with.
What kind of a shot?
Wei Qian thought for a moment, struggling to get up in his hospital bed.
"What are you doing? Don't move," Wei Zhiyuan immediately pressed him down, "Be careful of touching the needle of the IV askew."
Wei Qian slightly turned his head sideways, following Wei Zhiyuan's movements, the hand with the IV inserted gently moved a little distance away, looking as if he had cupped Wei Zhiyuan's hand that had come to hold him down, and his lips gently touched the back of Wei Zhiyuan's hand.
"Click."
Wei Zhiyuan's hand shook like an electric shock.
A few moments later, Wei Zhiyuan stared blankly at his cell phone screen, the man's side of the face with a big illness in the unique pallor, appears to be lowered eyebrows the more black, the more intense, he was like in the morning light of the dawn cupped a flower with dew, because of its delicate and fragile and shimmering and moving and more and more compassionate, a touch of the release to kiss it, and then will be placed back on the branch firmly... ...with a small, helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.
He has trampled underfoot the fate that has been pursuing him so many times that the bitch "fate" does not seem to dare to mess with him anymore. He was invincible, but he was defeated only by the dark fragrance of this "flower".
Wei Zhiyuan felt that this lonely and remorseless road of his had finally come to an end.
I don't know if it's because I've been in the hospital with them for the past few days and I'm too tired, or something else, it didn't take long before Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but fall asleep on the bed.
While he was napping, the high priest Xiong Yingjun arrived.
He was dressed as an alternative monk and made a good show of himself in the hospital, surrounded by doctors and nurses, other patients and their families, holding a string of Buddha beads in his hand, primping as he walked, bowing to anyone he saw, avoiding anyone he saw, so his feet appeared to be very slow, but he did not care about what others said about him.
At that moment, a resident doctor caught up with him, "Master! Hey, that master!"
Old Bear: "Amitabha Buddha."
The doctor looked him up and down and asked uncertainly, "Are you ...... also here to visit?"
The old bear said divinely, "Yes, there is a resident who has just been released from his suffering, and I have come to see him."
The doctor's face changed, followed by lowering his voice: "Yo, is the one sent to the morgue in the afternoon? That can't be, our hospital management is strict, the morgue can't just enter."
Old Bear: "......"
He thought it was a real shame that right now, in the end times, even the sacred medical workers could be so superficial.
"Amitabha." The old bear sighed and patiently explained, "That resident, he is unfortunately still a living thing."
"Ah, that is to have to be sorry ...... No, no, no, no, I don t mean that." The doctor saw his face like constipation, and then saw the fruit basket in his hand, and hastened to support the glasses on his face, said righteously, "In fact, I catch up, just want to tell you, the general lady that kind of especially flowing long skirt and pants is best not to wear in the hospital - oh, I just say you can sweep the ground this kind of We are all patients here, the floor is full of bacteria and viruses, sweeping on the clothes, go back to the harmful health of you and your family."
Then, realizing that it was not appropriate to say "family" to the monk, the serious doctor added, "Going back is harmful to your health and the health of your elder brother and second brother, Master Sha."
The old bear was speechless for a few moments, so he could only bow his head to express his gratitude, and at the same time, he felt that Wei Qian must have been blessed by the Buddha to have survived such a treacherous medical environment.
An old man with a mask passed by and said to the young resident doctor, "Xiao Liu, you are also a bit decent, where so much nonsense? Without a bit of prestige, how can the patients trust you in the future?"
Xiaoliu Dafu playfully came over to give him a shoulder and back, "Teacher, I am hanging pots to help the world, he is universal, we two have a common language, what's the point of chatting a little more?"
The word "universal" caused the old bear to stumble, then he shook his head and smiled as he headed for the hospital room.
When he pushed open the door to Wei Qian's hospital room, the old bear froze in the doorway first.
He saw Wei Zhiyuan lying on the head of Wei Qian's bed sleeping soundly, with most of his side face buried in the crook of his own arm, only a little bit showing, and the corners of his mouth seeming to have a smile on them.
Wei Qian still had various tubes inserted in his body, and was flipping through a magazine with one eye, occasionally lowering his head to look at the quietly sleeping youth with a gaze that just couldn't be described as soft.
Wei Qian's gaze unintentionally swept towards the door and saw Old Bear, who immediately raised his index finger to his lips and made a quiet gesture to him.
The old bear came in gingerly, set the fruit basket to the side, felt himself blinded by the dog-man-man, and to show his dissatisfaction he drew a banana from his present, peeled it unceremoniously, and ate it.
Wei Zhiyuan did not have the habit of sleeping in the daytime, exhausted only dozed off, but also lying on the twenty minutes, the old bear on the use of this short twenty minutes to gnaw half of the fruit basket, Wei Zhiyuan woke up in a "click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click" in the sound of the waking up, for a moment thought that the ward had a rat.
It was only when he opened his eyes that Wei Qian finally spoke.
"Xiong Yingjun," said Weiqian, "you've come to my picnic, haven't you?"
The old bear did not see the field said, "anyway, you eat these things for a while is not very convenient, in a couple of days it should be put bad, I will solve a little for you, can not waste things."
Wei Qian smiled skinlessly, "That's really appreciated - what exactly are you doing here? It can't be that you're here specifically to see me, can it?"
"You this almsman ah, how acerbic ah, presumptuous even if it's not enough, but also always willing to think of others in a bad way," the old bear assiduously, and then two hands, "poor monk really come to visit the sick, by the way, to pay you a good morning."
Wei Qian gave him a skeptical look, "Weasels paying homage to chickens?"
"Amitabha Buddha," the old bear was silent for a while, "the poor monk sometimes it is really difficult to understand the schizophrenic you this ...... time and again to attack yourself also indiscriminately into the style of speech, too equalizing. "
Probably because he had been lying down for too long, Wei Qian felt a bit of pain in his trauma, he frowned and gently moved a bit, Wei Zhiyuan immediately came over and shoved a pillow behind him, "Be careful."
Wei Qian nodded, then turned to Old Xiong, "I want no money and half a life now, which one are you going to discuss with me? Don't beat around the bush, say it."
"Amitabha Buddha, how can you talk to a monk about such mundane things? Is Brother Kong Fang's business something you and I should talk about? How hurtful!" Old Bear lowered his head, man five and six in a compassionate pose, then he jerked his persimmon pie face up, revealing a Garfield-like thieving smile, and held out five fingers to Wei Qian, "It's enough for you to sponsor me for this amount."
Wei Qian was furious: "I knew there was no way you would make a special trip to see me!"
The old bear smiled and said, "Don't be angry, Schizo, you're not yet healed from a serious illness, you need to nourish your qi and be calm."
Wei Qian: "Impossible, I now have several projects in the hands of the smash in the early stage, the capital chain is taut almost broken, and soon plan to sell themselves, where to get the money to go?"
Old Bear: "Just half a million dollars, not as high as the interest you blink this time, you do not not pull out a dime, okay?"
"Five hundred thousand dollars? Good deal." Wei Qian threw his head back, "Xiao Yuan, got any change? Give him ten dollars, there's a lottery ticket seller at the door, tell him to talk to Buddha and win a million or eight hundred thousand dollars and it's settled."
Old Bear: "This giver who has only worn white shirts all his life, is your name poor? You are really stingy to a certain extent."
Wei Qian: "I have been driving a 100,000 dollar broken car so far, you open your mouth and ask me for 500,000 dollars to donate the door? Tell me, where is the door?"
The old bear face without pouting, still maintains his own speed of speech unhurriedly to Wei Qian said: "did not let you donate the threshold, did not ask you to repair the Buddha's money, this time it is a few social nonprofit organizations led to do things, they have their own website and microblogging, now very some visibility, you out of the few dollars sponsorship can be used as a publicity corporate brand advertising costs, cheap enough to be a good! It's cheap enough, okay?"
Wei Qian looked the old bear up and down and asked sincerely, "Senior, please enlighten me, has the image of this company even gotten so bad that it needs a monk as an endorsement?"
Old Bear: "Are you paying for it anyway?"
Wei Qian: "I just don't have any money anyway."
Wei Zhiyuan had to use a cup of warm boiled water to separate the two people, "Okay, all rest, come on, first truce, Xiong drink a cup of water."
The old bear end up a mouthful of drink down, finished smashing mouth said: "I finished with you, this money you definitely have to pay. This thing is like this - recently there are a lot of people on the Internet to say that child abduction and sale of things, I
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Said nonprofit is dedicated to social good activities, and they're now planning to take the lead in doing something about these phenomena ......"
"Aren't you guys just starting a fight?" Wei Qian said, "Fighting abduction is the business of the police, why are you following? Public welfare, I think messing up is more like it."
"Schizo ah, you're all down, just build up a little bit of virtue." Old Bear continued to explain, "We're not fighting abduction, we're trying to clean up something like an internet social platform, connecting parents who have lost children and children who don't know where they came from with this network, and the police find abducted and sold children, and also post information on it to look for the children's guardians. Simply put, it's to help find children who have been abducted and sold, you get it, right?"
Wei Qian fell silent, his eyes landing on Wei Zhiyuan once.
Old bear ambition to look at him, sure enough, a few moments later, Wei Qian said, "Xiaoyuan, go home and bring my checkbook to ...... Well, in the name of the company, I privately out."
And then he added, "Half a million dollars is too tight a budget, you write him five million and bring it to me for signature."
Old Bear: "Good for you - that follow-up requires additional sponsorship ......"
"OK." Wei Qian agreed in one bite, "You let them give me a contract as soon as possible, I'll come out with a financial director, and I'll accept our company's internal audit in addition to the external audit every year to ensure that the funds are not abused, and you don't have to look for anyone else for the subsequent sponsorship payment."
Wei Zhiyuan froze for a moment, "Brother, actually ......"
He wanted to say that in fact, he now does not care about the things that happened when he was a child, and there is no special interest in his biological parents, it is good to run into, not run into the pull down, but by the old bear smilingly staring, and feel that he is not very good to tear down the stage.
So it was stuck for a while before he whispered, "Actually, I have you enough."
The old bear, with his eyes and nose and mouth, recited a Buddha's name and was quite a treasure.
"Uh-huh." Wei Qian's voice was lighter, "Go."
Old Bear and Wei Zhiyuan walked out of the hospital room together.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother Xiong, it's unkind of you to use me like this, isn't it?"
The old bear "hehehe" a smile: "You now have hard wings, the whole world to fly over, he rarely have the opportunity to do something for you, I am to fulfill him - hey, yes, next week I preach, you come or not? I'm going to give a sermon next week, are you coming?
"A sermon? You?" Wei Zhiyuan had an odd expression on his face.
"What's wrong with me me?" Old Bear glared at him.
"Why have you been so active lately?" Wei Zhiyuan asked strangely, he vaguely remembered the first time he went to Old Bear's meditation room back then, Old Bear's kind of silence and depression that he intended to spend his whole life in the green light of the ancient Buddha, "Didn't you say that you only practiced to spend yourself?"
The old bear pinched wooden Buddha beads between his fingers, making a crisp sound between the collisions.
"This is not up to you." After a while, he said so, "Floating on the river for a long time, there are always one or two like you who have nothing to play with to throw themselves into the river, hitching a ride on one, there will be a second one, hitching a ride on more people, there will be no distinction between the lesser and the greater."
Wei Zhiyuan was thoughtful.
The old bear raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "You don t want to think about it, the red dust is just right, and the illusory and undefined door is not to be entered ...... I am leaving."
Wei Zhiyuan watched his broad back walk towards the bus stop, and for a moment had mixed feelings.
Just at this time, the old bear suddenly turned back and shouted at him, "Kid, you quickly go to get the check ah! Don't be silly, it's not easy to evening a big money is the iron rooster, poor monks easy? Back to the rich man changed his mind on the bad food, want money this matter to strike while the iron is hot!"
For a while everyone around him looked sideways, and the old bear was so proud of himself that he didn't seem to feel a thing.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't have as thick a skin as him and had to flee.