Chapter 64: Start reading

"Xiao Bao said that my poisoning was deep and time was running out. I think she was right.
I feel very painful, I don't want to die very much, I don't know how to tell my brother.
放 I put two fifty cents under the pillow. The teacher said that the thing left by the dead was a yi, then I have two five cents. I want to buy a bottle of drink. I have n’t drink a soda in a glass bottle. I did n’t buy it later. I think it ’s better to leave it to my brother. Do n’t forget to take it.
But I still want to drink.
When I die, can you stop throwing me away? The teacher said that the dead would be buried underground. Can you bury me at my door?
虽然 Although my life is short (it's short meaning), it is very meaningful. I don't know what it means. The teacher always says that people have "meaning" in their lives, so I have it too.
最 My favorite person is my brother, and my second favorite is Xiaobao.
Although it makes sense, I still don't want to die. "
谦 Wei Qian woke up at four in the morning. He didn't know what dream he had, maybe he had dreamed about the past. As soon as he opened his eyes, he remembered the posthumous book written by Wei Zhiyuan as a child.
I don't know if it was because of seeing another testament.
This matter, to call from Ma Chunming in the middle of the night to call for help.
小 Xiao Bao was not home at the time. Wei Qian wanted to go out to see, but he had a bad cough that day, and Wei Zhiyuan didn't let him go out.
Generally when encountering such a situation, Wei Qian does not argue with others. He will show that he is used to being the boss—using actual actions to show that I have the final say here. Do you have any objection? Oh, sorry, when the fart heard.
So Wei Zhiyuan found that the reasoning was invalid, so he had to be confused. The moment Wei Qian went out, Wei Zhiyuan came out and blocked the door with his back. Then, with swift action and professional skills, he grabbed the tie hanging on the coat rack at the door, dragged it, and pulled it around. Three times, five times two, tied Wei Qian's two hands to the hanger of the coat rack.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't hit a high-tech knot, and he opened it as soon as he was able to solve it. His hands and feet were good enough to move fast enough. While Wei Qian was by him for so many seconds, he returned and took Wei Qian's Car key, locked the door back, and ran quickly.
Wei Qian, the usual style of working at home and outside, is like a split personality. When he encounters this situation outside, his first reaction is always unbuckling, but at home, his first reaction is always first. Grumpy cursing.
Wei Qian pulled it with no patience and directly pulled the tie that tied him down, and the coat rack fell down, and the things hanging on it fell to the ground.
"I fuck." Wei Qian looked down for a few seconds, and decided to throw her hands and throw them away.
But just as he was about to step over the upside down coat rack, he saw that Wei Zhiyuan's bag hanging on it broke open, and two notebooks rolled out, one of which was still open.
Wei Qian hesitated, worried that he had electronic equipment and other things in his bag, and he was afraid of being crushed, so he bowed down in dignity and pulled out the bag that Wei Zhiyuan usually carried with him. The bag is unusually not high-tech, and there is no pair of headphones inside, so I inserted a few pens, and the others are the two soft leather notebooks.
The book spread on the ground was filled with various codes and notes that others could n’t understand, mixed with Chinese and English. Wei Qian turned the two pages with interest, although he did n’t understand, but felt very powerful, then He patted the falling ash and set it aside.
He thought about the same for the other one. He picked it up and shook it a little. Who knew that thing was not a century-old antique, and it almost made him shudder. There was a pile of mess in it, and The paper sheets that fell were all falling like snow.
谦 Wei Qian snorted, stomped his trousers, and squatted down to pick them up.
There are newspaper clippings from academic journals, and some of them are written by Wei Zhiyuan himself. In the end, Wei Qian saw a napkin in it, which was crumpled and filled with words.
The handwriting was a kind of dark reddish-yellow color like rust. Wei Qian took a closer look in front of her eyes, and suddenly burst into her heart, and found that it was dried up blood.
That is a true testament. From the time of the payment, it was the second year he left home and went abroad.
Wei Weiyuan grew from eight to over twenty years old, from a big monkey who refused to go to school, like a big monkey, to a Kochi returnee with five people and six people, but the style of writing testament is almost immutable, all in trilogy.
He first explained what was happening to him—it was a distress in a mountain hike, the supply was almost lost, and he lost contact with the outside world. He was trying to save himself in the extremely harsh environment with a few rotten egg companions. He wrote this testament, Just in case nobody died.
The second part explains the legacy-how to deal with his account, technical shares and so on.
In the end, he still summarized his life.
However, this time, Wei Zhiyuan did not even know what the meaning of the word "meaning" was like when he was not sensible, so he bluntly said that his life was short and meaningful. Wei Qian saw that he used something very delicate Guiding the whereabouts of the bloodstains, unlike the above two parts, his writing language was changed to Chinese.
"From life to death, I have been upside down and sharp obsessions, in retrospect, nothing more. Brother Xiong, I understand."
"But if you stop here abruptly, I still don't see you for the last time, it is still a great regret."
Underneath is a string of Wei Qian's names. The fragile paper has been scratched several times and drenched in blood.
Wei Qian carefully reached out and touched the surface of the old paper. To that rough and frizzy touch, it seemed to be mixed with some kind of red thoughts and pains of time and space.
His baby brother, how did he write his name on a napkin with blood under the circumstances of starvation and cold despair?
The few lines of blood words were like a wedge, which relentlessly broke into Wei Qian's heart, leaving a string of immortal marks.
Later, despite being immoral, Wei Qian couldn't help but sit down and looked at Wei Zhiyuan's book full of various things. He found that it was a diary originally bought by Wei Zhiyuan at the airport when he went abroad. He didn't write every day, sometimes there might be a ten-and-a-half-month interval, but after such a long time passed, only the last few pages of the book remained.
The last one was written when he returned to China to meet Wei Qian, and then transduced to see Xiaobao.
All the struggle and redemption, extreme tenacity and extreme fragility, all melted into the line.
Because of this, Wei Qian lifted up the coat rack and restored it to its original state. When Wei Zhiyuan was ready to be pumped home, he seemed to have done nothing. He didn't mention anything about someone who dared to bind him after committing an offence. Thing.
In the early morning of winter, the sky didn't have any meaning to break the dawn. Even the wind did not know when it stopped, and the surroundings were very quiet.
Wei Qian could only hear Wei Zhiyuan's smooth breathing in his ear.
Wei Qian wanted to move, but Wei Zhiyuan stabbed him tightly from hands to feet, the posture was like an old Grandstand lying on a gold coin, he was limited to a small space, making him a little bit Uncomfortable.
Wei Qian didn't want to wake him up, tried a little to make a little effort, did not expect to attract Wei Zhiyuan, who fell asleep, unconsciously rebounded, holding his hands tighter, making Wei Qianle nearly Out of breath.
臭 This smelly kid speaks better than sings. He almost wrapped himself into a sorrowful love story without complaints and regrets. Wei Qian almost believed.
一个 This unconscious action when he fell asleep completely betrayed Wei Zhiyuan.
"Little rabbit cub." At the end, Wei Qian had to pull out a hand and pull him hard from him.
Wei Weiyuan was finally shocked by him and asked in a dim manner: "Huh? Brother?"
Wei Qian touched his head: "It's okay, sleep you."
After saying that, he got up, went to the toilet once, and walked alone to the large balcony connected to the living room. The terrace was originally messy, and there was a place to sit. The other piles were sundries. Later, Wei Zhiyuan transformed it into a small study. He bought a soft sofa and a small rattan table. A clean carpet was laid underneath. If you wish, people can still sit on the ground, with bookshelves high on one side and oil paintings on the other, with a lot of small storage compartments.
There was a cigarette and a lighter under the tea table. Wei Qian found one and just wanted to light it. I didn't know what it was, hesitated, and put it back again.
Binghua was full of window sashes, and even the searchlights of the cars passing by occasionally could not hit such a high floor.
Wei Qian stretched his legs and sat on the small sofa, staring out of the unidentified window for a while, and the unlit cigarette turned round and round on the tip of his finger, occasionally sniffing under his nose. Taste, even if dry addiction.
好像 His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of clear glass, his eyes penetrated calmly, and the tranquility was as smooth as the autumn moon of Pinghu.
Jain's outline, displayed in the dark, was almost graceful.
Wei Qian rarely has such idle time, no one can see what he is thinking, he seems to have become a realistic and beautiful statue, waiting for the rising sun.
"What can I give him?" When the night was quiet, Wei Qian's thought suddenly passed by.
The testament is easy to write, because when people reach the end, they find that there are actually so few things to write at best-where they came from and where they stopped; what is left, what are the wishes ... and the trajectory of this life, most In fact, the trajectory can run through in one sentence.
Life and death, it turned out to be nothing more.
"If I find I'm running out of time, what else can I leave for him?" Wei Qian thought like this, he felt very tired and his waist muscles were still embarrassingly aching, but he had no more Drowsiness, even want to sit here until dawn. He felt like a river that had been congested for years and was suddenly washed away. He wanted to follow the thin currents and see where they would eventually flow.
But in the end Wei Qian failed to do so, because it didn't take long for Wei Zhiyuan to find out.
The young man rubbed his eyes, bent down, stretched out his hands from behind the sofa, intersected on Wei Qian's chest, put his chin on his shoulder, and stunned with nostalgia and yawned, "Why? Get up? Uncomfortable? "
Wei Qian: "I can't sleep, get up and turn around."
Wei Zhiyuan's eyelids were almost closed. He blinked hard and pulled up Wei Qian's hand: "The hands are cold, and the sky is about to light up. Would you like to lie down for a while?"
谦 Wei Qian was unable to connect with his stubborn thoughts, and stood up along his hands. Wei Zhiyuan immediately became tired of him without saying a word, and said, like, "Brother, wouldn't you go to work tomorrow?"
谦 Wei Qian gave him a white look: "Where can I get money if I don't go to work? Do you want to sell yourself? Selling yourself is personal work, and I can't do it in the long run."
Wei Weiyuan laughed "Hey", he always felt unreal, like a dream that happiness came too quickly.
甚至 He even started to fear the dawn, lest this was another illusion he had made up to amuse himself.
之后 After the morning meeting was adjourned the next morning, Wei Qian said to Wei Zhiyuan without warning: "I asked the executive to book a flight ticket for you, and the investment funds will be available in the near future. If you run, you need a personal docking."
He was driven away as soon as he succeeded. Wei Zhiyuan almost suspected that he was intentional. However, after all, the business was a business, not to mention investing in him alone. Wei Zhiyuan no longer wanted to work and had to complain with a few dissatisfaction. Pack up your luggage.
The night before Wei Zhiyuan left, three fats came first.
San Fat's face brought a grim message: "All assets of Wang Dongliang have been frozen and related personnel have been controlled, but there is always a fish that leaks the net-his little who can cause trouble is gone. Now he is wanted in secret. , We suspect he may come to you for revenge. "
谦 Wei Qian lost a piece of chewing gum in his mouth and said indifferently, "Come on, a warm welcome."
Susan Fat looked at the quitting chewing gum in shock: "You quit smoking? Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Wei Qian waved his hand: "The body is the capital of the revolution. You can't reach the state of mind of an upstart, so stop talking nonsense, let's go."
As soon as this head was finished, Wei Zhiyuan opened the door with a smile and said to San Fat, "San Brother, I will send you off."
San Fat: "..."
王 This is pretty good at what kind of fight.
Yun Sanfei thought that Wei Zhiyuan was forcing Wei Qian to quit smoking, so when he left, he looked at the young man with a surprised look, and said to his heart that this boy really had such a big influence on Wei Qian?
Twenty-Three Fat couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but she was in a strangely subtle mood and left in a sullen mood.
I do n’t know if it ’s three fat crows. Anyway, he did n’t go long, and Wei Qian received a call.
The other party asked with a kind of nonchalant voice, "Hello, are you ... are you called Wei Qian?"
Wei Qian first thought that he was selling something, and before he hung up, he couldn't help but stab someone: "Residents' personal information is what you buy at a discounted price. Even no one can see it clearly. Just because of your business quality, you can What are you going to sell? "
When he finished talking, the other person suddenly shouted, "Don't, don't hang!"
男人 The man on the phone seemed to be over-excited and his breathing was obviously heavy. He suddenly asked, "What is Wei? What is your mother's name?"
This strange question made Wei Qian for a moment, and then he immediately reflected who the person was over and hung up the phone without hesitation.
After a while, only that number sent a text message: "I know you don't want to recognize me, but you are bleeding my blood after all, anyway, see me, okay?"
时间 A time and address are attached below.
Wei Qian stared at the text message for a while, then he thought about it, and then returned a message: "OK."
After returning, he immediately called the acquaintances of the police and provided the time and place of meeting and contact number. At the end, Wei Qiankude added with smoke: "I guess this group must be a gang, members estimate All of them have a criminal record or a previous record. When you are arresting people, you must pay attention to it. It is best to hit the net and not to leave one. "
Suddenly the acquaintance promised: "No problem, these people who have a previous record and repeat the crime are the most abominable. They have to take it seriously."
Wei Qian sneered, "It couldn't be better."
Because of this, Wei Zhiyuan stayed alive first, and finally Wei Qian threw him with luggage to the airport, and drove away.
I didn't expect something to happen as soon as I left.
The police officers had enough clues. It was exactly when the work summary and assessment was needed at the end of the year. Everyone was relatively enthusiastic about their work. They didn't have much effort to catch everyone.
A total of seven or eight of them were arrested, including Ji Xuewen, who did not know whether it was true or not. The police stopped them and found ether, rope sticks, and numerous control knives on the scene. You don't need to look to know what these grandchildren are planning to do .
San Fat went to the bureau and glanced at him. He called Wei Qian and said, "I saw that Ji Xuewen. He is a bald old man. He still said that he wanted to see you. I shot it with an X-ray eye. I don't think you two can be related. "
Wei Qian is going to meet a partner and take Xiaofei down the stairs with the elevator: "Crap."
Sansan Fat: "But don't you really come to see it? In case it is ..."
Wei Qian said ruthlessly, "What is true or false? Blood is a fart."
"Hey, it's okay, you can count a fart as a fart." Three fat words stunned back, Wei Qian's most impersonal place is that he has no curiosity about what normal people would be curious about.
But ... it's not bad.
"I don't think it's great if there is something else." San Fat said, "I looked at the captured group, as if there were no Wang Dongliang's little sister-in-law."
Wei Qian raised an eyebrow: "What do you say that person looks like?"
As I was talking, the elevator door opened halfway, and a short man with a flat head came in. No matter his temperament or eyes, he didn't look like a person working in this office building. For this reason, the security guard put him in.
Wei Qian couldn't help but look at him one more time. At this moment, San Fat said, "It's not tall, it's very dark, it's flat-headed, and it's a little squinting ... wait for me to send you the photo, you ..."
Wei Qian's pupils shrank sharply. He caught the narrow shoulders of Xiao Fei in the flashlight, and hurriedly pushed her back. Xiao Fei was looking at the meeting materials, and she was wearing twelve centimeter stiletto heels. There was only a scream, and Wei Qian grabbed his feet off the ground and threw it back, "quacked", and twisted a heel, panickingly supporting the elevator wall .
The dazzling knife light was reflected in the bright elevator room. She saw that the flat-headed man did not know where to touch a sharp dagger, and stabbed Wei Qian.
"what!"