Dage

When Wei Zhiyuan left from the old bear, it was already on the stage.

When he found the bus stop along the quiet and uninhabited highway, the sparse road lights dragged his shadow to the old. A thin gust of wind scattered the thin clouds, and the starry sky was exposed. The raven is silent.

As the temple is a tourist attraction, tickets will no longer be sold after 4:30 pm, and the reception time is limited, so to save resources, after 5:30 every day, the interval between the last few buses to the city is 45 minutes Yes.

At the lonely bus station, only Wei Zhiyuan leaned on the pillar of the station and waited for the first car.

Maybe some places are indeed suitable for thinking, such as the Riemann conjecture of prison in Wey, and the big bodhi tree to Buddha in Shakyamuni. In Lao Xiong's little Zen courtyard, Wei Zhiyuan's inner pain, entanglement, and occasionally vicious unwillingness all slowly settled down.

At the beginning, Wei Zhiyuan thought of Wei Qian innumerably many times. He was the one he thought about day and night. He even felt that he could describe every hair of Wei Qian.

Xi Weizhiyuan was not repressed, and he let go of his desire to believe the profanity of that man, because he would probably soon have no power to miss it.

However, as the sun went down and the summer heat was fading, the smell of sandalwood was revealed through the cracks of the old wooden frame. His strong emotions fluctuated several times, and finally he became tired and quiet. Somehow, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that People who died in the cold storage.

For many years, Wei Zhiyuan has never repented, never thought that he was at fault, and even after the incident subsided, he rarely remembered it.

Now, it is difficult for him to recall the image of that person. Only his feelings at that time are clearly printed in his heart. Wei Zhiyuan still remembers that after knowing that Qian Qian might never come back, he came back from Lao Xiong's pharmacy alone, and the icy handlebar he encountered when he lay down on the side, and the rusty rust on it .

Why kill that person?

Hate?

Hey no ... not to that point, after all, the man was just a coward, and did not cause him any substantial harm.

Is that for justice?

Of course, it is even more impossible-Wei Zhiyuan feels that if he has that thing in his heart, the first person he will kill is himself.

His spiritual world is closed, selfish, indifferent, and extreme, and he may feel good for a while. It is already the limit to lift the little boy he met in the hutong out of his car.

If it wasn't his brother's accident at that time, would he really do that?

Meditative thoughts brought him back to the thirteen-year-old summer, and the memories were replayed, and a familiar feeling surged in. Wei Zhiyuan suddenly understood it—that is, he could not linger for more than two decades. Nightmare, the sense of weakness deep into bones and blood.

一切 Everything he did was to compensate for his weakness in his childhood, which caused him to be constantly deliberate and exhausted, even to the extreme, to the point of murder.

But those things are like a black hole with a wide mouth, it will only make people deeper and deeper, even if he finally becomes a serial killer, he will never be able to make up for his heart.

Fortunately, the hopeless secret love immediately became his new spiritual pillar. In retrospect, Wei Zhiyuan could knock on the door of countless individuals for the elder brother countless times, but only once, until he had identified everything and was broken. In a hint of fantasy, the pillar collapsed.

Since Guhua Mountain, he has been walking on this narrower and narrower path. He will never stop and never look back. Even if there is a cliff in front, he will go all the way until he falls to pieces.

Alas ... It seems like he can comfort himself by saying that he is a strong man.

在 At this moment, a light came over, and Wei Zhiyuan thought it was a bus. When he looked up, he saw Wei Qian's car.

He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. The stiff movement of the thread puppet made him look a bit restrained.

Wei Qian pulled down the window and made a "get in" gesture to him.

Wei Zhiyuan hesitated, sat in the co-pilot, tilted his head and looked at Wei Qian's indifferent side, and asked tentatively, "Is Brother Xiong notifying you?"

Wei Qian responded briefly: "Well."

I have no more text.

He doesn't want to talk, Wei Zhiyuan can see it.

He was willing to drive through half of the city to pick him up in the middle of the night, but he was unwilling to say a few more words to himself.

Wei Weizhi leaned on the back of his seat, and his feeling of powerlessness spread over his body. He thought, what should I do?

The next day, Wei Qian did not go to the company and drove Wei Zhiyuan to the airport.

谦 Wei Qian took a box for him, and silently took Wei Zhiyuan to the customs. He put the box on the ground and put it on the ground. He rarely looked at Wei Zhiyuan and said to him, "Let's go."

After I finished speaking, he seemed to get rid of a heavy burden and turned and walked away, seemingly more lazy to look at it.

Wei Weiyuan grabbed his arm.

哥 "Brother, can you ... let me hug you?"

谦 Wei Qian lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the almost spasmodic hand on 掐, and then slowly reached out his hand, pulled Wei Zhiyuan's hand chop down, and turned away without a word.

就是 He is such a hardhearted heart. As long as he refuses, there is no room for turning.

魏 When Wei Zhiyuan walked through the customs alone, he seemed to feel that the whole country door was closed behind him, and the unspeakable loneliness reflected from the light-readable floor tiles, which hurt his eyes.

But he didn't know that Wei Qian didn't go far.

Wei Qian wandered outside the waiting hall alone, smoked a cigarette, then walked back, found a fast food restaurant, ordered a drink, kept looking at his watch, waiting for Wei Zhiyuan's flight to take off smoothly.

When he was alone, his indifferent expression finally broke open.

In Wei Qian's impression, Wei Zhiyuan will always be the little cub with thin arms and legs that will stump into his arms. When he closes his eyes, he can think of the first tooth falling from a small object and crying. Begging to sell him.

Wei Qian even participated in several Wei Zhiyuan's parent meetings, which is a good job, because as long as he sits in a serious position and waits for praise from the teacher, it is never necessary to be ready to be counted as Xiao Bao ’s parents.

What a good kid.

But what's going on now? Wei Qian didn't know how he should face Wei Zhiyuan, and he had always been indifferent.

He also knew that this treatment was inappropriate. Wei Zhiyuan was such a sensitive child since he was a child. Every time he frowns gently, the child will always be ashamed for the first time. No matter who is the reason, Wei Zhiyuan will be careful first. Reflect on yourself.

Wei Qian can imagine how hurtful he is, but what else can he do?

The airport is full of vocal, there are people rushing back and forth with suitcases, fast food shops are holding a foreign song accompanied by a guitar, like a farewell unknown.

Just the little cub ... just left.

谦 Wei Qian sighed, pushed away the empty drink cup, stood up and left.

Xiao Xiaobao was admitted to an art college in the south and went to live there. Now, Xiao Yuan has left.

麻 Mazi's house next door is always empty, and he is regularly cleaned, as if she will return. San Fat and Lin Qing got married and moved out from their parents.

His home, his neighbors, seemed to be empty.

Many years ago, Wei Qian and San Fat Dong fought together to count the savings and compensation to buy a house, with the excitement of being detached from the shantytown forever, and moving into a new home.

Today ...

Wei Qian shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to stop thinking. If he would also hurt spring and sad autumn, he would have no time to do other things.

Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan has been away for more than half a year.

Wei Zhiyuan quickly adapted to life abroad-he could adapt quickly to any life.

He goes to class every day, makes papers, goes to the library, with wooden beads wrapped around his wrist, and regularly goes to church.

He, like the old bear, does not believe in the gods of the East or the gods of the West. He doesn't even want to find salvation from it. He just wants to find a place where he can settle down and face himself quietly.

Wei Weiyuan always remembered that when he was leaving, the old bear sent him a sentence: "Everyone loves, hates, and is greedy, it is just a matter of thought."

There are thousands of people, but they are just different ideas of choosing to magnify and suppress. Put down the ridiculous self-esteem and arrogance, cut off the flesh, study the hidden dirt and dirt, and have a sword that can penetrate the world .

Wei Zhiyuan will regularly call the home landline at regular intervals. He wants to hear the voice of that person. He does not dare to call Wei Qian's mobile phone, for fear of disturbing Wei Qian's work.

But if Xiaobao does not go home on vacation, the phone at home is basically unanswered. Wei Zhiyuan didn't know if Wei Qian heard the caller ID deliberately avoiding himself, or he was too busy to care about it.

Hmm ... Oh, yes, once Wei Qian picked it up.

At that time, Wei Zhiyuan didn't have time to say anything, so I heard a sound of something falling from the other side of the ocean, and the sound of a slamming sound broke out, and then there seemed to be heavy objects on the ground. A few sounds, there was no more movement over there.

之 Wei Zhiyuan didn't dare to hang up. He guessed that Wei Qian mostly knocked off the phone and couldn't get in anymore. He quickly changed the phone and called Wei Qian's cell phone, but no one answered.

Wu Xiaobao was too far away to reach the same level as him. In the end, Wei Zhiyuan had to find three fat.

He hung the headset on the phone for more than an hour before he waited for San Fat to arrive at his house and picked up his phone: "Brother, are you still there? It's okay, your brother just drank too much. I stumbled on the phone line and didn't get up. I just fell asleep and rest assured. "

Is this all right?

什么 What kind of days did he spend there?

Wei Zhiyuan was anxious to book an air ticket and go back immediately, but then thought that he could do nothing when he went back. His brother might not bother to care about him, let alone make a fuss about his life.

Until the New Year-Lunar Chinese Year.

There was a 13-hour time difference between Wei Zhiyuan and China. He calculated the time and dialed the phone at home half an hour before the New Year bell rang. This time, unexpectedly, he only rang and the other party answered. Then, the familiar voice came from the phone: "Xiao Yuan?"

Wei Weiyuan thought that he was mentally prepared, but was still defeated by these simple three words, and it was almost impossible for him.

He didn't know how long he hadn't heard the big brother talk to him so calmly.

Wei Qian chatted with him for a while that day, like a child, patiently listened to how he lived there, what he learned in school, did he make new friends, until the dialogue was the same as the world war of Wei Qian The firecrackers interrupted.

Wei Qian glanced down at his watch-his watch was replaced with a dual time zone model, and the time in another time zone was always displayed on it.

He said, "Is it time to have lunch? Chinese New Year today, you find a place with a lot of Chinese people and have a good meal."

Wei Weiyuan was shocked by the noisy background sound: "What did you say?"

Wei Qian laughed with a ridicule, raised his voice and said out loud, "Nothing, go to school. I can't hear you. I'm hung up."

没 No light or TV in the living room. Wei Qian just sat on the sofa, it seemed to just wait for someone's call.

The big house that I bought in order to let my family have their own room and live a comfortable life was scary. Xiao Bao was picked by a film crew because of his dancing skills. He failed to return for the Spring Festival. Wei Qian did not tell her In fact, the film itself also invested.

谦 Wei Qian put down the phone, pressed the uncomfortable stomach, and planned to cook a bowl of millet porridge for himself.

After Lao Xiong left, Wei Qian became the core of the company's name. In a short period of one or two years, the company expanded several times in his hands. The private enterprise was not easy to survive. Hundreds of employees followed him. To come forward personally and to clear up all kinds of relationships, he is always on the road, there is always endless entertainment, and more than a pound of white wine is poured down.

Wei Qian didn't know that he could still play for a few years like this, but the years were not forgiving. As he grew older, he was no longer the boy who was hit by a heavy punch in the stomach and could rest for two days. Tobacco, alcohol and toil are emptying his body little by little, Wei Qian can feel the process.

At the beginning of winter, once Qian Qian had drunk too much to go home, he stumbled and heard Wei Zhiyuan's phone call as soon as he entered the door. As soon as he heard the overseas phone call, he was in a hurry to answer it, and was accidentally tripped over.

At that time, he was unconscious on the spot. When San Fat hurried over, he finally dragged him to bed. Who knew that because of this cold, he caused his pneumonia again.

Xun Ke was so fat and sad that looking at his eyes almost made Wei Qian feel like he was dead soon.

谦 Wei Qian contacted Feng Ning a few times, but finally left it alone. Feng Ning likes a man who "appears to be indifferent and has a deep inner feelings" instead of Wei Qian's "appearingly polite and disinterested" type.

Later, San Fat introduced him to several girls. Many of them liked Wei Qian, but those who were superficial, for money, full of fantasy, but not reliable, were all given by professional matchmaker San Fat. Filtered out, he carefully selected, looking for a good girl who is willing to have a good time, and really like Wei Qian.

But this kind of good girl who doesn't ask for money and doesn't have much vanity, mostly pursues pure and beautiful love. Which one is willing to endure the tasks of men to cope with herself?

Finally, Wei Qian was still used to the days when he was alone.

He didn't have much of himself. Every time he saw him, he was frowning, as if the matchmaker was unprofessional, how sorry he was. He later volunteered to become his professional bartender. He used to be alone. This time they often lie down together, nothing else, just make Lin Qing very opinionated.

Just as Wei Qian put the porridge pot on the stove, the door rang, and before he could turn around, he heard the voice of Xiaobao whispering: "Oh, stumble over me, brother, are you home? Why? Don't turn on the lights? "

Wei Qian is almost a bit unbelievable: "Why are you back?"

"I can't let you celebrate the Chinese New Year alone, so I asked for a long day off to fly back. I will leave at four tomorrow morning, and I will rush back again at six o'clock." Song Xiaobao ran into the kitchen, "What are you going to do?" Eat? Ouch ancestors! Don't you want to drink this stuff? Avoid, I want to make noodles, I want to eat dumplings! "

Fortunately, there is another girl.

I was like this, and it was another four years.

Twenty-four years later, Wei Qian did not expect that he would see Wei Zhiyuan in that situation.