Tianzihao Xiaobailian

I thought it was a very ordinary dinner party, but it turned out that Comrade Wang Fuxing, who suddenly entered the eyes of some interested people, returned to his small nest. Some normal people should be tired. In recent days, life has indeed become more regular than before. Yes, staying up late like this is the first time.Huzi should still be at work at this point. The Resurrection Bar is different from a place that closes after three o’clock. It starts at seven o’clock in the evening and is open until seven o’clock the next morning. The rest of the family should have rested, but when they opened the door, they found that Yan Di, who had been strictly adhering to his own biological clock since childhood, and rarely indulged himself, was sitting on the sofa with a sober look in front of him. , densely piled up a large pile of copper coins, and Yan Di, who is usually calm and impersonal, now faces these gadgets, but his face has a soft line that can make most nympho women scream in a trance.

This buddy, who grew up with Wang Fuxing, has a pretty face that is a little shameless, and has a very special hobby. He is not interested in things like real gold and silver. They are all arty things that rich people use to hold 13, and they can't afford it, but he only likes copper coins.When I was in junior high school, I often took Wang Fuxing and Hu Zi to the antique market on Dongtai Road to pan for gold. If you were lucky, you could still find some good things in the antique market at that time, and Yan Di had already died of illness. My grandfather is quite authoritative in this area, which directly led to Yan Di's vicious vision in this area. After so many years, he has also collected a lot of good things: Kaiyuan, Daguan Tongbao, Ten Emperors' Money, Dading Zhenglong, Xuanhe, and Big Characters Bei, almost all dynasties have collected a few of them. They have been kept like fate since they were young. They are cleaned and wiped regularly. Wang Fuxing once counted them out of curiosity. There are 81 pieces, no more, no less. How did he come across it? He is really not interested in such things as ancient jade and ancient coins. Every time he sees Yan Di touching these copper coins affectionately like serving a woman, he feels a little creepy. Huzi's dominoes, Yan Di It is estimated that the status of the copper coins in the hearts of the two people is almost the same, and it is something that needs to be cherished from the heart.

"It's so late today? Usually, I remember it's three o'clock in the morning at the latest. It's almost dawn."

Wang Fuxing laughed softly, and glanced at the door of his younger brother's room. There was a dark light inside, and the little bastard had already rested.

"Xiao Yu waited for you all night, probably to ask you what happened to the car you drove this morning. If you can't wait for you, you will pester me and nag me. What summer homework has to be written desperately for a month, but the teacher writes it with a pen? Something like a reading, messed up, tossing and tossing until nearly three o'clock before going to bed, but I couldn't sleep, so I just wiped these copper coins."

Yan Di didn't raise his head.His movements are delicate and his tone is cold. He has never been a talent for storytelling. Any jokes that can shake the world and make people laugh can magically become boring in his mouth, which is quite a powerful ability.

Wang Fuxing took it for granted, poured a glass of warm water habitually, drank it unhurriedly, and turned to look at Yan Di wiping the copper coins with a piece of glasses cloth from a nearby optical shop.The two men were silent, but they both had an indescribable tacit understanding.

Even Wang Fuxing, a buddy who knows Yan Di very well, didn't have much time to talk to Yan Di at this time. After drinking the water, he went back to his room and took a shower. It was nearly six o'clock, in summer, At this scene, the sky was already bright, and Wang Fuxing, who had been tossing all night, was a little sleepy. He drew the curtains, sat on the side of the bed, lit a cigarette, and thought about the information he had just come into contact with in the Qingding Club, hesitating Did he make a phone call with Ye Tianting, think about the time for a cigarette, or give up this idea, the middle-aged man in the capital who really treats himself as his own son has always been holding on to Wang Fuxing or leave it alone If you want to take care of it, just accept the idea of ​​​​Tianting Group. The Huating NO.19 subway project may make Tianting Group make a little less money, but it will definitely not lose money. This is enough.

Throwing away the cigarette butt, Wang Fuxing took a deep breath, lay down on the bed, and did a hundred push-ups in one breath, all as a physical exercise. After finishing, he got out of bed, pulled out a small blue box from the bottom of the bed, and opened it. , there are very few things in it, but it almost includes the best memories of Wang Fuxing's youthful period: a pure white wedding dress with a lot of blood stains, a dilapidated mobile phone with a cracked screen, and a pair of rings.

Wang Fuxing looked calm, staring at these things in a daze, not the kind of calmness that keeps him awake all the time. At this time, he has a kind of sluggishness that is not humane, staring at this wedding dress is almost his habit before going to bed every day. , it seems that only by looking at these can he catch a breath of Ye Yuyan and sleep peacefully.

This 150-square-meter house may be small in the eyes of people who are used to living in villas and even own their own manors, but in the eyes of Wang Fuxing, it is very large and spacious, especially this room, which has a big bed and The futon pillow of the big red mandarin ducks playing in the water, living here, is so spacious that it makes people feel cold in the bones, he gently stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the wedding dress inside the box, as if grasping the only remaining warmth in his life .

Wang Fuxing came back to his senses slightly, took out the neatly folded brand new wedding dress, and opened it carefully. There was a notebook wrapped in the center of the wedding dress.It's a very simple one, with a blue cover, but the thickness is quite considerable. It has been through many years at a glance. Although the cover is not damaged, the inner pages have turned slightly yellow. He is holding this notebook, in this early morning , with a strange expression, and fell into deep thought again.

This is something left to him by his grandfather along with the butterfly knife before his death. It is also the thick book that Wang Fuxing saw his grandfather read most often when he was a child. However, when he grows up, this thing rarely appears in front of his eyes. .The young Xiao Wang Fuxing once asked, but the old man's answer was very vague at that time. He just patted his head and said with a smile: "Grandpa is old and can't turn."

How heavy is the content, so that the grandfather who has carried the ups and downs of glory all his life lost the courage to open it?

Before his death, the old man saw Wang Fuxing holding his breath, put the notebook in his hand, and said: "When you can completely let go of the skin on your face, open the notebook, but When you think you can completely throw away this book, you must pick up the shame you put down for me."

Wang Fuxing, who had just entered university at that time, did not understand, and he does not understand now.

He just vaguely felt that it wasn't that the grandfather couldn't open this book, but in the final analysis, he still couldn't let go of his own pride.

Put it down, it's simple to say, but the weight of dignity has crushed and killed many outstanding people who could have been famous in history since ancient times?

Wang Fuxing has never thought that dignity and face are valuable things, but he has always stubbornly believed that being a man with a straight back, even in poverty, is better than a person who is bent over and is a dog.

Wang Fuxing's eyes were slightly confused. After a long time, he sighed and put the notebook that had never been opened into the blue box again. Then he spread the wedding dress and put it beside his bed. She grabbed the cuff of the wedding dress, held it tightly, and said softly to herself, "Good morning."