Dage

谦 Wei Qian arrived home at half past three in the morning.

站在 He stood at the door and squeezed the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath into the door, and then spit it out slowly. On the long return journey, his anxiety gradually subsided, replaced by a heartless desire to push the door into the house.

Of course, you can't go in without it.

Gently opened the door, but the soft reading light in the living room was on. Wei Qian hesitated and looked in. He saw Wei Zhiyuan sitting on the sofa and looking at a book as fat as a modern Chinese dictionary, with a pair on his face. Ming's dark circles, raised his head and smiled at him.

Wei Qian lowered his voice and asked, "Why don't you sleep?"

"Waiting for you," Wei Zhiyuan said, standing up, "Did you eat? Nothing else, nothing else at home, I will cook a bowl of quick-frozen dumplings, right?"

Wei Qian: "Why do you wait for me, can I cook if I want to eat?"

Wei Weizhi burned the water without looking back: "I'm afraid you're in a hurry."

Wei Qian took a red-eye flight for more than four hours, and then drove home from the airport. It was almost an hour's drive. Every muscle in his body was sore. It should be extremely exhausted, but he was very tired of this situation. I'm used to it, and I hardly think about it.

When the night was quiet, the fact that someone was waiting for him at home seemed to have taken away his spine.

谦 Wei Qian sat down on a small stool in the dining room, his arched back was against the cold wall, his shirt was crumpled, and his open neckline exposed his clavicle and obvious neck muscles.

Wei Zhiyuan lowered the deep-frozen dumplings into boiling water, turned to a glass of water, squeezed a small amount of lotus seeds to soak in it, and handed it to Wei Qian: "The defeat."

Wei Qian leaned bonelessly between the corner of the locker and the wall, and asked a little indifferently, "How's it going?"

"Into the ICU, I just had surgery today and can't visit for the time being," Wei Zhiyuan pulled a chair and sat down next to him. "I talked to the doctor today. He said that after a few days the situation was slightly stable, every day You can arrange family visits for half an hour. Don't worry, it's useless. "

Wei Qian understands what he means-yeah, it is useless to be anxious, this is a matter of life and death.

He was silent, drinking lotus seeds soaked in water, and his tongue was numb.

He always thought that Mrs. Song was an explosive pack ready to fry the bunker at any time, but forgot that the pack was already over seventy years old.

In the past few years, she accidentally slipped and fell, but nothing happened except to scare passers-by, and she got up again. After that incident, she proudly boasted that it was okay to fall. When she was young, she could throw more than two hundred kilograms of sacks into the car by herself, and did not know if it was really bragging.

In order to save that few dollars, she walked out ten miles every week to go back to the morning market to carry the vegetables they had to eat for a week, and it was common for ten or even 20 pounds. She walked all the way back, never taking a bus.

Her famous saying is: they don't even want to make money from my pocket.

Alas ... even if they are not short of money.

Her behavior for decades has been rude, and she has moved to a relatively high-end community without any change. There is no evil lady here who scolds her all day, and she soon finds a new order for their brother. Three embarrassing methods-running red lights, spitting everywhere, standing on the side of the road and blowing your nose, and then wipe your hands on the side street lamp or electric pole.

For a while, the neighborhood committees proclaimed civilized communities, cracked down on spitting, and caught a fine of five yuan at one time. The old lady sold the old with others, spreading everything and doing everything, so that the civilized red cuffs would hide after seeing her Go on.

Although Wei Qian was unwilling to buy anything good, she did not want to spend her money. Royal jelly, American ginseng, and Cordyceps were all bought for her. Unfortunately, the old thing didn't appreciate it, and not only scolded him to eat it in person. It will be sold if you change hands in the back-from the beginning to the end, from the inside out.

She thinks that those are for Mrs. Guan and the landlord's wife, and what she should n’t use, she will lose her life.

Wei Qian gradually became more affluent, and gave her 5,000 yuan of petty cash each month. She was so happy that she could barely see her teeth, but she only held it in her hands, and locked it after counting a dozen rounds.

She raises her head every day, thinking that she is now an old lady of rich people, but this "rich lady's old lady" still gets up early every day and sells boiled corn and tea eggs on the side of the road.

What an asshole, uneducated and unqualified **** "no wife".

She wanted to find something unpleasant for him at both ends for three days, as if it was not a day without a few words. But after all these years together, Wei Qian could hardly imagine how she would live without her in the future.

"Brother, eat while you are hot." Wei Zhiyuan called back Wei Qian's soul.

Wei Qian looked at the steaming deep-frozen dumplings, and was a bit appetite. Lianzi was so distraught that he lost his appetite. However, he reluctantly took over and forced himself to eat.

"Where is Xiaobao?" Wei Qian asked.

Xi Wei Zhiyuan said softly, "Crying tired, and fell asleep."

谦 Wei Qian involuntarily slowed down eating, and it became more difficult to swallow.

Wei Zhiyuan continued by saying, "The worst is of course ... I'd better tell you the best case. If grandma can rescue her, the best thing is that she can walk on her own, life can barely take care of herself-recovery It was impossible like that before, and even then, her brain cells would accelerate aging and atrophy, which could be delayed by medication, but she could only maintain the status quo or get worse and worse, impossible to repair. "

Wei Qian is not a medical student in the science class, but he has a background in medical science, and there are some overlaps in his majors. Hearing this, he immediately understood.

I went on like that, and the end result was nothing more than dementia.

He didn't want to eat at all, set aside chopsticks.

Wei Zhiyuan's analysis: "If that's the case, she may need to take care of herself personally. I can do other things, but some are too personal. I ca n’t count on Xiaobao. I may need to hire a nanny. Brother, Do you think so? "

Wei Qian was silent for a long time and nodded: "Don't tell these words to Xiaobao."

Wei Weiyuan: "I know, she's terrified."

Wei Zhiyuan just like this, telling him little by little about the current situation, analyzing and discussing how to deal with different situations, what should be done in the future, and his calm tone and attitude made Wei Qian's heart full of perplexity also gradually settle down.

Wei Qian finally transitioned from "unthinkable" to accepting this reality, and had a clear idea-she can't die, no matter what it becomes in the future, he will give her retirement; if she is fortunate enough to die, she will die. Then he gave her a beautiful ending.

Wei Qian suddenly looked up at Wei Zhiyuan and asked him, "You said Xiaobao was frightened. If grandma had a three strength and two weakness, wouldn't you be afraid?"

Wei Zhiyuan held up one of his hands and gave it a soft slap. Before Wei Qian didn't feel anything strange, he quickly released and stood up: "If I'm scared, what do you do?"

愣 Wei Qian froze for a moment. When Wei Zhiyuan stood up, the shadow was hit by the lamp even higher, as if he was holding him inside. He thought, why is this kid talking more and more popular?

In the first period of time, Wei Qian ran to the hospital all day to see the situation of Granny Song. Lao Xiong's time for this inspection was extra long, which made Wei Qian also take care of the company's work.

Fortunately, Wei Zhiyuan had completely moved back from school, and Wei Qian felt that things were not as stretched as he thought.

Wei Weiyuan is like a brain he grew up with, thinking about more than half of things and doing more than half of them every day.

He was like a sapling that grew taller and taller, and supported him half the crumbling roof.

Fortunately, fortunately, Mrs. Song did not die. She was rescued and left the intensive care unit a dozen days later.

Her words are not clear, but she is not stupid.

When she was admitted to the general ward, her family was about to start busy. Xiaobao was still in high school. It took her a lot of time to get to the hospital every day to deliver a meal ... and the amount of activity seemed to stimulate her. Growing up, two months later, she was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and her pants were a short short. The length of her adolescence challenged the limits of humanity.

之 Wei Zhiyuan has a lot of schoolwork-not only in school, he may be learning other things. Every time Wei Qian sees him, he has at least one or two books with the same bricks.

Wei Zhiyuan ran on both ends, and time was shrunk. Wei Qian saw him several times at midnight, sitting yawning in front of the computer to do his homework, and sometimes fell asleep just doing it.

Wei Qian never asked him to come over on the night shift anymore. He set up a camp bed in Song's ward. The company had to take a long vacation there. For two months, Granny Song was discharged from the hospital.

I couldn't help it. Since Granny Song recovered her mind, she resolutely refused the caregiver.

And when Wei Qian tried to communicate with her about "finding a nanny to take care of her", she was even severely protested by Mrs. Song. She made a vague voice with a piece of tofu to make Wei Qian understand again. Her thoughts, she was saying, "I'm an old farmer, not the kind of person who would make people call."

Wei Qian said, "Oh my ancestor, what about your old people still living in the old feudal society?"

The old lady Song Yan stared at him, and Dou-li did another pass.

She won't think about delaying the time of family members, delaying their work and study, and the loss of money may be more. Although she is not stupid, she can't turn her mind so much and is more stubborn than before she was ill.

Wei Qian laughed bitterly: "You are really bullying me, I am embarrassed to yell at you and start selling me all the time, right?"

The old Song Song rarely took the upper hand for him and was terribly proud.

Wei Zhiyuan carefully cut her severely deformed nails and whispered to Granny Song, "No babysitter, in the future, will you let Xiaobao wait for you to wipe yourself and take a shower?"

This sentence is in the heart, old Song is silent.

Xiaobao just came in from the outside. She gasped, holding two food-serving buckets, and only heard a faint sound, without understanding the context, she said recklessly, "I can, I will Grandma, it's all right, I'll serve you. "

The grandmother Wu Song didn't talk about it, but she didn't talk about the matter of "Please Nanny".

With the collapse of her body, she was a little helpless, and had to follow the old rules more. This was a question of principle in her opinion.

But how could she be willing to let Xiaobao take care of her?

Bian Xiaobao grew up spoiled. For the little girl, the heaviest work is nothing more than washing a bowl and dragging the ground.

Caring for the sick is one of the most difficult things in the world. She knows more than anyone else about giving her in-laws and his wife to wait for their retirement.

In the end, she just relied on her perseverance of "throwing more than 200 kilograms of sacks into the car" and exercised as long as she caught the gap every day. She was able to move slowly with a cane and a crutch.

I want to say that my heart is strong. No one is as powerful as this old thing who has lived for three quarters of a century.

On the day Song Lao was discharged from the hospital, Wei Qian was going to pick her up. As a result, she received a phone call from their company's administrative office that night, saying that there was an important project to promote. Be sure to attend.

This major decision must pass the "three meetings and one layer" rule. It was the content of the company's articles of association that was only recently revised. The implementation time was less than half a year. It was also brought up by a professional manager dug by the bear from his father at that time. With the improvement and scale of the company, the company has finally reached the stage of standardization and rapid development.

Wei Qian stepped out of the ward, stood in the corridor, and frowned and asked, "Which important project to push?"

He told him: "This is the health and wellness seascape resort project in City C last time."

Wei Weiqian asked politely, "Who pushed it, was there a pit in his head?"

The other party heard that his tone was bad, hesitated a moment, and said tremblingly, "It's Xiong Dong."

Wei Weiqian: "Then you transfer him now."

Administrative: "He has gone home ..."

Wei Wei Qian: "What about fish?"

Administrative: "Maybe still on the plane, he said to hurry back before the meeting tomorrow."

谦 Wei Qian cursed in a low voice, usually in charge of the administration is the three fat, Wei Qian and they do not have much contact with him, he came and went in a hurry every day, not much talk, and then the newly recruited employees basically beat him a little.

The little executive girl was even more embarrassed and asked carefully: "Well ... can I ask, are you sure you can come tomorrow?"

Wei Qian sighed, "I have something at home, this ..."

"Brother, you have something to go with you." Wei Zhiyuan did not know when he was behind him, stretched out his hand to support the door of the ward, it looked as if he was holding him halfway, "Where you are, rest assured."

Wei Qian glanced at him, and then remained silent for two seconds. Finally, he said to the person on the phone, "Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

He wasn't pretending, he was really relieved Wei Zhiyuan.

Wei Zhiyuan happened to be out of class the next morning. He stayed in the hospital vigil that night. Wei Qian called the old bear twice, but the other party did not answer. He had to explain to Wei Zhiyuan and went out to find the old Xiong Xing teacher to confess his crimes.

Lao Xiong is at home, pretending that his grandson does not answer the phone.

The door was unlocked, closed together, and opened as soon as it was pushed. Wei Qian stepped in, and almost gave a follow-up. The old bear's house burned several pillars of incense, making the mist and mist everywhere in the mountains, It's almost time to catch up with Yaochi.

I didn't know what disease the fat-headed fish had, and put the sofa cushion on the ground as a futon, sitting cross-legged on it, holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, and sitting facing the wall. The full text of the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra was hanged on the wall.

Wei Qian didn't figure out what rhythm this was, and at a glance, I knew that Xiong Xunzi was not at home.

不是 On the floor of the living room, there was either incense or tattered sofa cushions. There was almost no place to stand. Wei Qian walked in like a thunder, and asked, "What do you mean? You want to convert to my Buddha? My sister?"

Lao Xiong seemed to expect him to come. He heard the movement and didn't even return his head: "I traveled abroad-I wouldn't dare to do this if she was at home, please sit down."

Wei Qian looked at the other sofa cushion on the ground he was pointing at, decisively ignored him, and sat on the sofa—he thought the old bear was crazy, and heard his fear of Xiong Xunzi for ten years. Barely admitted that he was probably not crazy.

"What do you want ..."

Lao Xiong raised his hand and stopped his voice: "Wait a while, get back to one after nine, I have n’t finished the last time, you wait for two minutes."

Then, he really started to look down at Sanskrit scriptures, which at first sounded like some strange bird call.

Wei Qian waited for him to finish reading, only in accordance with the principle of respecting the religious beliefs of others, and patiently asked: "Are you beginning to believe in Buddha?"

Lao Xiong: "I don't believe it."

Wei Qian pulled out a napkin to cover his nose: "Don't believe it? Don't believe you make your home like a big smokehouse? Are you sick? I'm smoked to death."

Old bear said in a tone like a big jumping god, "I'm looking for a sustenance."

Wei Qian waved his hand: "How do you trust and how do you trust? I don't talk to you about it. Someone just called me to tell me about the C city project. What is going on?"

Lao Xiong got up awkwardly from the ground: "Oh, that, you wait, I'll get you a project proposal-China's first ecological health villa group, very attractive."

"Don't take the fluffy me with the last name Zhang, and don't sell it to me," Wei Qian leaned heavily on the sofa. "Did you take the wrong medicine, Comrade Xiong handsome? You tell me, what kind of health care villa is this?" 2. What is the core value of the Cancer Discovery Inhibition Center? "

"I told you that as rich people start to pursue quality of life, health is ..."

"Go to your health, do you know what health is?" Wei Qian interrupted him. "The health they are pursuing is face-saving sports, organic foods like psychological placebos, and they can evoke memories of childhood and let them Country farmhouse with its own illusion of youth-How many people who are superstitious about health care do not shun doctors? They would rather practice qigong than listen to the doctor saying what cancer you need to get chemotherapy! You are planning to make this project a hospice care club ?"

Lao Xiong was speechless for a moment, but he calmed down quickly: "The mountains and clear water show are not polluted. In such a place, the subject matter is just a gimmick. The feeling of mountain hot springs and seclusion is what people really need. Villas don't worry about selling."

Wei Qian said, "You are farting, and the villa project is much more risky than others. Even if you really want to do it, can't you build a row in the suburbs? You have to go to that backcountry, it is rare even for local farmers. You plan to To whom? "

Lao Xiong said, "Sell it to those who want to escape the city, escape all the stress and worry, and want to live in a place of seclusion in a beautiful place."

Wei Qian said sarcastically, "I hope the terminally ill patient who died in isolation?"

Lao Xiong did not laugh or refute. He just looked at Wei Qian quietly and replied, "Family of terminally ill patients."

Wei Qian first felt that he couldn't communicate with Lao Xiong today. He just wanted to get angry with this year-old tolerant and elder brother, and then he noticed that there was nothing wrong.

"Wait, Brother Xiong, what do you mean?"

"She followed you and suffered countless hardships. When you finally want to be better with her, she has no time." The bear's eye circles turned red without warning, and his eyes rolled and turned to that side of the cloth On the wall full of Buddhist scriptures, the expression gradually calmed down and returned to some kind of numb indifference. He stared at the scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, and said to Wei Qian lightly, "What do you think the family would like to make up for? You ca n’t make up for it. At this time, you said that this person should exhaust his financial resources and create an artificial paradise for his family, while providing the necessary medical services and various commercial services, which can be separated from reality and enjoy comfortably. Life, can he do it? "

Wei Qian looked at him with almost shock.

Old bear said, "If I were, I would do it."

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[Note] One floor for the three meetings: shareholder meeting, board of directors, board of supervisors and senior management