Dage

谦 Wei Qian moved in an unhurried manner ... and dropped the fishing rod into the water.

He stared at a shallow fishing rod floating on the water for a while, and his ears were filled with whispering rain.

After a while, Wei Qian squatted down expressionlessly, rolled up his trouser legs, stepped into the water with one foot, and fished the fishing rod again.

Wei Zhiyuan has been watching him with a strange look beside him. Wei Qian glanced at him and felt that his eyes had a calm and calm heart.

The two acted like mimes, and no one spoke.

Wei Qian retracted the fishing line and hook, holding a sharp fish float, as if he unconsciously scribbled on the soft soil on the shore. Every time he drew a stroke, he silently counted in his heart. The bouncing blood vessels were smooth and smooth.

At last, a turtle was left on the muddy soil, carrying an extra large shell, looking lethargic and bearable.

Wei Qian felt that there was a sharp blade in his chest that could roar through the ages. It was sharp enough to penetrate everything that stood in front of him. At this moment, the sharp blade that advanced forward and backward was nowhere to be placed. The lungs were jabbed.

Wei Qian finally sat down slowly, took out a few pieces of paper, and slowly wiped the water droplets on the tail of the fishing rod. After a while, he deliberately softened the voice so as to let himself It sounds logical to say, "You want to anger me, don't you?"

Wei Zhiyuan was silent.

Wei Qian: "I want to hear what you think."

Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with that bizarre gaze for a while before whispering, "One person, I have loved him for years, I dare not let him know, nor dare anyone let me know, every day ... every day ... Once-I know what you are going to say, brother, your argument is exactly the same as my high school teaching director. You just want to say that if you remember your feelings, you will change over time, right? "

Wei Qian was robbed when he reached his mouth, and had to shut up Yu Yu.

Wei Zhiyuan took a deep breath and showed a weird smile: "But a person has always been piled up from the past. Have you let anyone live in your heart uniquely? You try to know that you have him in your heart for a month, That month was his, pretending to be him for a year, and that whole year was his, and then even if things really changed, what happened? He has become a part of me. "

Wei Qian experienced it carefully, feeling that his heart was full of trivial livelihoods, and it was a messy live poultry market. How could it be a thing as big as a human being?

He had to emphasize astutely: "A part of you is composed of cells and tissues, and it has nothing to do with another carbon-based creature. Don't fool me with this shit-like metaphor--now you're done?"

Wei Weiyuan looked at him helplessly and nodded.

Wei Qian couldn't help turning his head away from Wei Zhiyuan's eyes. He didn't know if Wei Zhiyuan was talking to others, anyway, when Wei Zhiyuan was talking to him, he always liked to look directly into his eyes, and this kind of long, uncovered The gaze will make even softer eyes more aggressive, giving people the illusion that there is no escape.

Wei Qian drew a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and exhaled a white cigarette like a sigh. His temper seemed to have been smoothed by time and long tugsaw, and only a little melancholy anger could be heard between the lines: " Let me talk about what I think, I ca n’t understand it, I ca n’t accept it, even if you say flowers, I have the same attitude. I suggest you go out and ask, nine of the ten parents wo n’t accept it. Most of the remaining ones are not biological ... "

He said here, it was completely smooth. Only when the voice fell down did he react to what was happening to him. Wei Qian stunned for a moment, and then stunned his nose a little embarrassingly ... This doesn't seem to be natural.

After a while, the two laughed together suddenly, and then the tense atmosphere disappeared.

Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, are you confused?"

Wei Qian: "Isn't it? I'll tell you, if it's Song Xiaobao, I've already scratched my ears. What time is it? A hammer hits you with amnesia, one month a year? You use it every second. remember."

Speaking of this, Wei Qian slowly converged his smile: "You are more careful than her, and now it ’s so big, I wo n’t use her to deal with you. I do n’t know if you remember, in fact, I was a kid I have also gone through a crooked road, and now I think of it, part of the reason is that there is no way, and some ... probably not convinced. It was your third brother and ... and Mazi brother pulled me back, now I can take you Pull it back? "

After a while, I couldn't wait for Wei Zhiyuan's answer. Wei Qian: "I beg you, okay? Xiao Yuan, it's a blink of an eye in my life, and it's so difficult to live well, why do you have to find it for yourself? uneasy?"

Wei Zhiyuan was silent. He suddenly lost the feelings of the previous temptations, and his heart was filled with unspeakable sadness.

He would rather have an elder brother who didn't know the truth jump up and give him a slap, or simply order Xiaobao two years ago to cut his hair, and utterly order him to find a girlfriend back tomorrow.

Alas ... I don't want to see him say this kind of words with the helplessness of a real adult man.

Wei Qian reached out and twisted the rain on his fingertips: "Xiao Yuan, are you doing this because I didn't make a good start? Is it because I have been ..."

Wei Zhiyuan interrupted him, "Brother, stop talking."

Wei Qian stared blankly at the water vapour pond surface: "I'm sorry for you."

He neglected his family so much that he did not know how Wei Zhiyuan experienced a strange youth ...

However he did his best.

At that moment, Wei Zhiyuan almost wanted to jump up and hug him almost desperately, trying to pour out the backing of his heart.

However, when the words came to his mouth, he held back again, and his heavy burden was pulled back by the hair-thin, rational intelligence, and finally, nothing was revealed.

It's not the time yet, he told him with a tense heartstring with the blue tendons on the back of his hands.

After a while, the rain stopped. Wei Qian took the fish basket and a few pounds of catfish to the parking place.

A large number of afterglows poured out from the heavens where Qing Fang was fine, dragging Wei Qian's shadow to the ground for a long time, Wei Zhiyuan kept his head down, and followed the slender twisted shadow step by step.

Every time he took a step, he vented and said in his heart, "I like you, what I like is you."

He kept mumbling all the way like this.

谦 Wei Qian threw the fishing gear into the trunk, suddenly remembered something, turned around, and unexpectedly asked Wei Zhiyuan: "Who is the one you like? What is it?"

Wei Weiyuan didn't expect him to ask this suddenly. He almost blurted out the words in his heart for a while. He bit his tongue sharply, his face pale, almost dumbfounded, and he disappeared for a moment.

I look like someone who is upset in fear.

Wei Qian saw this picture, and his heart sank. He really didn't see that his brother was still a seed of infatuation.

Suddenly, a source of resentment hit him suddenly, Wei Qian thought, how good is that person? Worth you evade maintenance so much in front of me?

Suddenly he could hardly remember the old days of poverty and depression. At least when they were dependent on each other, there was no "outside person" mixed with the unknown and ubiquitous ghost. They were all obedient, stupid, all the time. Don't need his brother.

It was only then that Wei Qian realized that one day these little cubs would finally grow up and wait for their wings to stiffen and then they would go far away.

He slowly drove the car out of the suburban wilderness, the blue wheat seedlings followed the wind, and he felt a thick and endless loneliness.

Since then, Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan have voluntarily avoided this topic together. They have maintained peace on the surface, but they seem to be deadlocked inside, and no one can persuade anyone.

Just like this, don't be awkward for half a year.

That day, Wei Qian was half a cup of tea in his own office, and hurriedly swallowed a bread for breakfast, preparing to start a full day's work. Three fats suddenly came in: "Qianer, President Zhang is here. "

Wei Qian did not respond for a moment: "Which manager Zhang?"

"Just that," Three Fatty said with a gesture. "Just as the nominal shareholder when we were doing the first project, he always carried him to the sky to build a spacecraft fan. Actually, it was better than me. ——Brother Xiong, let us go there once, you hurry up. "

Mr. Zhang is a noble and cold person who is crazy. At the beginning, he was extremely difficult to contact. He always pretended to be the first priority in life. However, after some understanding, he can be found that he comes from aliens and generally does not eat human fireworks. The essence.

He is a brain fan of the idea. Every time he talks about the word "conception", he gets excited with nails on his ass.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang was enthusiastically delivering his personal speech in the old bear's office, and he talked a lot about the fact that no one could get in, and it was quite Mrs. Bear's style-thanks to the old bear being tuned up by his prodigal wife, it turned out that Impatient.

When President Zhang saw Wei Qian and San Fat, he quickly stood up, ignoring Wei Qian ’s outstretched hand, and gave him a hug like a ghost, and the cologne on his collar penetrated into Wei Qian ’s nose without warning. Mustard oil works in the same way, blowing his nose to wake his head, Wei Qian hurriedly took a half step back, twisted his face and sneezed, "I'm sorry, Zhang, I've got a cold these two days."

Mr. Zhang smiled indulgently, and then ignored San Fat's intention to give him a hug as usual. He grabbed San Fat's trotters with both hands and shook up and down: "Talk!"

San fat's facial expression was a little paralyzed, and he felt that he had been subjected to some subtle discrimination.

Mr. Zhang came from afar and wanted to find someone to collaborate on a new project. It is said that it was a seascape holiday villa project in City C. The old bear feasibility report had not been turned out of the catalog. Mr. Zhang had already been blown up.

Wei Qian couldn't help but interrupt him and questioned: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I have to interrupt. I heard that the whole region collapsed once a few years ago. Do you think there is any real value in investing there? "

"Good question." Mr. Zhang patted the armrest of the chair. "I admire Mr. Wei for his sharpness. But you know, what is impossible for rich people to copy now? Health and environment! Scarcity! The seascape and negative oxygen ions are our gimmicks. I also intend to use the nearby economic forest to develop some vacation and entertainment projects, and use a model similar to the health tourism to make this project. I have calculated the annual return on capital, which can be as high as 200%. Above, do you believe it? "

Lao Xiong bowed his head and remained silent, Wei Qian and San Fat looked at each other, and saw the same information in each other's expressions: silly, got up in the morning and forgot to take the medicine.

Last time, they fancyed Mr. Zhang's contacts and worked with him once. Strictly speaking, the cooperation was very pleasant. Mr. Zhang's attention was still mainly on commercial streets, and he didn't make too much of the style of the surrounding houses. Many moths.

But even so, the concept of "this person is unreliable" has deeply penetrated Wei Qian and their hearts.

人 This man is of good origin and rich capital, and he ruins it at will, which causes him to be an idealist.

His emotional quotient is extremely low, and he is extremely incapable of looking at people. Of course, it doesn't matter-the most deadly is that he is using the imagination of writing novels and the romance of drawing comics to do real business.

既然 Since the past partners have come to the door, even if the old bear is purely for the sake of face, he will also take someone to follow Mr. Zhang.

On the second day, just before the National Day holiday, they boarded the plane to City C without the concept of vacation.

At the moment before the plane took off, Wei Qian suddenly “sucked” in his heart. He didn't go to his heart at that time, because people wouldn't be too comfortable when he went up and down and lost weight.

Once again, he ignored his magic hunch.

Wei Zhiyuan was at school at that time, and Xiao Bao was grinning and doing homework that he couldn't understand.

Rongma Zima came to his house and was winding a roll of wool with the help of Granny Song-she hoped to knit a pair of woolen gloves for everyone before winter came.

Mazi's scalded hand is not very sharp, she can't open her teeth, and she is slow to move. Other people's sweaters are hand-picked in a hand and turned up and down, but she can only knit hard with a stitch. Sometimes The upper thread will fall, and sometimes a small hole will be broken due to a missing needle.

Wu Xiaobao talked to them one after another: "I want to take a special arts student in the college entrance examination. Sister Lulu said that it should be possible, so the cultural class requirements can be lower."

Granny Wu Song said politely, "You can pass the test if you lower it? At least it is much lower."

"Don't spoil me with cold water!" Xiaobao quit, and after a while, she added weakly, "It's a lot lower ... Hey, aunt, your lips are dry and dry, I'll give you Pour a glass of water? "

Wu Song Granny stopped her quickly: "Don't get up, I'll do it, you, as long as you study well, you don't need to care about things at home."

说 She said, hanging the braided yarn on the back of the chair, the action seemed to stand up slowly, and smiled at Mazi.

Suddenly, Granny Song rubbed her temples and complained in a low voice, "It's getting fierce together, and I'm dizzy."

Wu Xiaobao said without raising his head, "You may have a low blood pressure. Just eat more."

Granny Wu Song: "I can't eat more than your cat food."

Xiao Xiaobao's mouth drew down: "My dance teacher won't let me eat, she always thinks I'm fat, where am I ..."

Her voice came to an abrupt halt with a loud noise, and the old lady somehow got caught on the chair leg. The old lady who had always been sloppy on the legs fell to the ground with a big horse.

She never got up again.

Wei Zhiyuan was alone in a classroom at that time. He recently applied to the school to form a small group of "Internet Security and Program Research." He has just recruited a few people and has not yet reached a scale. He wants to take his previous things. When I came out as an example and was debugging, I received a call from Xiaobao.

His word "Hey" hasn't fallen yet, Xiaobao's crying voice has suddenly come out from the phone, and Wei Zhiyuan carefully distinguished it twice before realizing that the sentence mixed with her cry was "Why did my brother's phone shut down?" Up. "

Wei Weiyuan frowned: "He should not have landed yet, what's wrong with you? Don't cry."

Song Xiaobao couldn't restrain himself for a few times, intermittently, and made things difficult.

Wei Zhiyuan heard her say that she had packed her things and stood up: "Don't move her, are you calling an ambulance? Not yet? Hurry up, calm down, cry, why? There are thousands of dollars in cash in the cabinet below the living room. Do n’t forget to bring the money with you when the ambulance comes. Can you hear me? Wait for me to pass by ... ”

Granny Wu Song was quickly taken to the hospital. By the time Wei Zhiyuan arrived, she had been pushed into the operating room.

Wu Xiaobao raised his rabbit-like eyes and looked up at Wei Zhiyuan blankly.

Wei Zhiyuan tried to call Wei Qian's phone again and turned it on, but no one answered.

Wei Weiyuan exhaled softly: "Tell me, what was going on at the time?"

Xiao Song Xiaobao found the backbone and explained the cause and effect.

After listening to Wei Zhiyuan in silence, I foresee that Granny Song is not a minor problem. I'm afraid this time I can't be surprised.

He stood up and patted Xiaobao's head: "Okay, I know, it's okay, don't be afraid, you're here, I'll go out and get some money."

Wu Xiaobao showed his back with tears in his eyes, feeling that he was more and more like an older brother.

Wei Qian has already arrived in City C, found a hotel, and went straight to the project site. The mobile phone fell into the hotel. I missed several calls from Wei Zhiyuan.

Mr. Zhang and the old bear walked in front. Mr. Zhang was bragging there. Whatever it took to build a golf course, there was a hot spring sanatorium, where it was necessary to introduce anti-cancer treatments that were not Japan or South Korea.

They went down to look high, and found that in the large economic forest on the mountainside, there were few people and few houses could be seen. Only a little further down, and farmers were planting land.

Twenty-three fat and Wei Qian were two steps behind. Wei Qian whispered, "I don't think it's superfluous."

San Sanfei sighed: "Don't introduce it, anyway, you'll be recuperated, and you can buy some fresh fruit to go back. Why is this brother Zhang's whimsical disease worse than the last time he saw him?"

谦 Wei Qian smiled, and just before answering, the old bear in front of him suddenly turned his head, and Wei Qian saw the expression on his side.

Wei Qian's expression suddenly froze. After years of cooperation in the wind and rain, he could already judge what he was thinking through the old bear's expression--how, what does this mean? Can't the old bear hear that this project is not reliable?

Does he mean that this time he will lead everyone to jump into the fire pit?

However, the old bear was so calm, after all, that even though his expression and expression had been betrayed by the acquaintance, he still held it that day, and did not give a positive or negative answer. He just evaded Zhang to study it again.

When Wei Qian was anxious to see what was wrong in Lao Xiong's mind, he saw the dozen or so missed phones on his hotel bed.

Granny Wu Song had a sudden cerebral infarction. After the long operation time passed, she was pushed out and transferred directly to the intensive care unit. Her life and death were unknown.

The money that Wei Zhizhi just took away came in handy.

谦 Wei Qian booked the night flight back that night, went straight to the hospital, and had no time to hurriedly ask San Fat to say, "Ten million old bears, don't let him get lost."