Dage

Wei Weizhi didn't know how he got here. In those days, he had to use a word to say, "there is no darkness."

At first, he was angry.

To the three fat, to the unknown unknown girl, even the little treasure of unknown truth.

Wei Weiyuan felt that he was isolated by the whole world, and no one cared about his hard work. He saw helplessness and emotional tolerance in his three fat expressions.

Why does he need to be tolerated by others?

Did he do anything wrong?

He is like a man in a cloak of snow and hurries his way. He can't reach his fingers all the way, only that lighthouse leads him with a faint and unique light.

Now, they have to capture even the only thing that they have.

Anger is a long-lasting emotion, like a handful of sand, which will soon be blown away by the wind, or it will settle into a deep, stone-like resentment.

After a while, Wei Zhiyuan's mood slipped towards the latter.

The resentment is like a seed that has been buried in his heart for twenty years, buried so deep, so as if struck in his throat, it breaks through the earth with a little wind and rain, and grows into a towering tree with flesh and blood.

Crazy hatred permeated every corner of his heart—like a corpse. Although he could not hide it, he could not hide the rotten smell—even though Wei Zhiyuan was no longer trying to show it, even Xiaobao, who had always been careless, noticed his Wrong, every time I talk to him, my voice is lowered by eight degrees.

His resentment is directed at everyone, so sharing it on everyone's head, it seems less intense, only Wei Qian.

Wei Zhiyuan himself didn't know how many years he had, and he didn't even know for himself what kind of thick and sticky relationship he had with his elder brother, and now there is almost no distinction between love and hatred.

He loves so much that he hates eating his bones, eating his flesh, and drinking his blood.

Wei Weiyuan's mental state is in a state of extreme numbness and extreme sensitivity, and a kind of imminent storm is brewing.

在 At this moment, Wei Qian returned.

谦 Wei Qian was confused when he got off the plane. At the airport, Ma Chunming was sent to buy him a large cup of strong tea, poured it in, reluctantly refreshed, and rushed to the headquarters to report on the latest work points.

By the time he got home exhausted, it was already over eight in the evening.

The south was hot, and he was wearing a thin shirt inside. He hurriedly wrapped his coat here, but the small cold wind in the north continued to pour into his clothes. Wei Qian wrapped himself in the cold and went into the room, naked. Skin was frosty.

The moment Wei Zhiyuan heard the door ringing, his heart began to beat violently.

He walked out like sleepwalking, feeling that the elder brother standing at the door seemed to hit his eyes alive, causing pain.

"Where are you at home? I froze to death," Wei Qian glanced at him, and then asked without raising his head, "Is there anything to eat?"

Wei Zhiyuan was speechless. After a while, he walked into the kitchen, took two eggs, began to cut diced vegetables, and planned to fry the remaining bowl of rice.

Wei Qian said outside, "Xiao Yuan, you are so troublesome. You can take me a bite with some leftovers."

Wei Weiyuan turned a deaf ear.

好像 He seems to have to do something to keep himself on the surface.

Wei Qian thought that he didn't hear it. He was steamed by the heat in the room, and his lazy muscles began to tangle. He slumped to the sofa without a bone, left the suitcase aside, and turned on the TV.

By the time Wei Zhi came out with a bowl of fried rice, Wei Qian had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Wei Zhiyuan's breathing stopped with his steps.

The large bowl in his palms began to feel hot, but his hands seemed numb and he could not feel the slightest.

Wei Qian's body shrank into a small corner with the soft cushion of the sofa, and Erlang's legs had not yet been put down. He pressed one hand on the remote control, the other hand was aggrieved across the chest, one side of the head Leaning on the back of the sofa, his chin was almost fully retracted into the collar, his face was bloodless, fine dry skin and cracks burst on the cracked lips, and the undulations on the chest seemed less obvious.

Hmm ... it's like dead.

Wei Weiyuan heard his heart beating heavily.

In his extensive reading, he has read many stories about making living people into specimens. Before, it was only a strange hunt, and he never went to his heart. At this instant, a similar head portrait was a flash of lightning, "Wow "Broken his tattered mental world in one fell swoop.

If you let that person ... can't speak anymore, can't open their eyes, and can't see anyone else ...

Wei Weiyuan felt that there must be some kind of gene belonging to the criminal in his bones. He started to move forward uncontrollably, slowly approaching Wei Qian, who was unconscious, and stared at him like a ghost.

The old lady Song, who was beating her back, was asleep, and Xiaobao hadn't studied by herself yet.

Come closer ... closer.

I was close enough to hear Wei Qian's fine and steady breathing, and saw his motionless eyelashes.

At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan's heart was filled with sorrow-free sorrow, like a river that suddenly broke the bank, and ruthlessly dispelled the icy murderous intentions that he had jammed among the internal organs. He heard the sound of a tidal wave crashing for a long time , From which it was difficult to discern the heart sound that he had fallen to the bottom of the water, that was a simple and simple sentence ...

怎么 Why is he thin?

The imaginary resentment and living people have torn apart Wei Zhiyuan's love and desire.

They were heartbroken, then the hatchback resisted the entanglement, and finally returned to near-desperate Chengjing.

Only the unforgettable feelings can overwhelm the inherent paranoia. Wei Zhiyuan knows that he can no longer move such feelings in his life.

He finally put down the bowl he was holding, curled up his hot red fingertips, gently pushed Wei Qian, bent down and said softly, "Brother, wake up."

Hmm ... wake up, I can't bear it anymore, please look at me, I can crush your bones and smash your soul for you.

Later, nothing happened. After Wei Qian was awakened by him, Light speed dried up a large bowl of fried rice. He might swallow it without even chewing, and then he drew the suitcase back to the house without any difficulty. Unexpectedly, he saw the good thing that San Fat did—it was free to go in and out of his room, and he could do such boring things without thinking about him.

Wei Qian doesn't like the people around 揣 Du, and is too lazy to think about what it means to be fat. He just feels that the fat man is so painful, and scolds himself: "I fuck, fat man."

Then he tore off the box and tossed it. He took a look at the lighter and couldn't see how much it was worth. He shoved it into the drawer, and finally snapped Feng Ning's photo and found a horn.

In his eyes, this is just a small prank of three fats, so small that he can't even talk about adjusting his life, and forget it in a flash.

Sunda didn't notice the upside down in Wei Zhiyuan's heart.

That day was the first day of February in the old calendar. It seemed that it was about to start spring, but there was no spring. It was gloomy all day. It seemed to be carrying a heavy snow, and the river was not enlightened. .

The project crisis in C was officially lifted, and the entire company ushered in a late annual meeting and a particularly generous year-end award.

I don't know if his mental state is too relaxed. Wei Qian got up late that day. When San Fei was about to leave, he ran to knock on his door, and he just dug him out of the bed.

谦 Wei Qianbing cleaned himself up hurriedly, and went out in a hurry. He didn't notice what he had lost.

On the way, San Fat was still tentatively asking Wei Qian: "Did Xiao Yuan tell you anything?"

"Xiao Yuan?" Wei Qian froze, "What did you say to me?"

Three fat eyes rolled around, and he busily made a turn and flickered. He was also tense in this period of time, lest Wei Zhiyuan did something irrational to hurt others, but Wei Zhiyuan seemed to become a dummy. Did not say anything, did nothing.

Thirty-Three Fat thought: "Strange weird ... Don't you think of any big ideas?"

Twenty-Three Fat: "Hey, by the way, the evening party, together with the celebration party, do you know?"

Wei Wei Qian: "Yes."

Twenty-Three Fat: "The invitations from the major shareholders and previous partners have been sent, and the family members can also bring ... Oh, yes, I also called Feng Ning."

Wei Qian rolled his eyes.

San Sanfa immediately warned, "You have promised red lips and white teeth!"

Wei Qian had to wave his hand and went with him.

At the end of the celebration party in the evening, President Zhang came out as a demon again, and proposed that they hang out the big picture of the C city project.

Although President Zhang's goods were the culprit who made them so shameless, after all, his face was still needed. Wei Qian made people find it out. He was rushed by three fats in the morning, and forgot to bring it out, so he had to give it temporarily. Call at home and ask Wei Zhiyuan, who is at home, to send him over.

When Wei Zhiyuan was downstairs in their company, the chairman secretary was waiting for him, busy welcoming him and saying kindly, "You are Wei Dong's brother? He asked me to meet you downstairs."

The chairman and secretary are in their thirties, and they are pure girls, but they can split up a rough man without undue disposition. Just after the spring breeze and Wei Zhiyuan talked with him, they picked up a phone call and began to stare at them: "You Say you put the speech on his desk? Do you expect Wei Dong to discover it by yourself? Why do n’t you expect Columbus to find a new continent again? As for your kids, can you be more careful? I remind you how many times If you hand it to him, use your mouth to tell him that this is the opening, show, and white before the dinner. It is not a congratulatory message from the inexplicable partner! You do not tell him that there is such a thing, he Dare to go straight up and bow and tell everyone to eat and drink, do you believe it? "

Later, she realized that she seemed to complain about her boss in front of her brother, and hurried out a smile at Wei Zhiyuan. With her extremely fast face-changing speed, she said in a small and gentle voice like a Japanese woman, "Are you still a student? Alas, our job is to pay attention to the boss's trivial matters for the boss. It is more interesting to think of school. "

Wei Weiyuan smiled politely at her, but in his heart he repeatedly remembered what the woman had just said.

Do you expect him to discover it by himself?

告诉 Tell him with your mouth ...

The elevator soon arrived. The secretary took the things brought by Wei Zhiyuan and carefully arranged for him: "Thank you, take a special trip. Wei Dong asked you to go back in his car after dinner. Zhou told her sister. "

After speaking, she stepped on high heels and ran away like a raid. Along her "launch track", Wei Zhiyuan looked up and saw his brother.

Wei Qian wore a formal suit, one hand in his pocket, and the coat was folded a little by his wrist. The slightly raised side exposed the looming waist, and the neck tie was the one Wei Zhiyuan bought for him. He had in his hand a piece of paper that someone had just handed him—probably the opening statement that Miss Secretary Cai had just said.

He was impatient, and seemed to want to say something. A bald old man walked towards him, and he had to put away his personal emotions briefly, and also showed a warm and just smile.

Wei Weiyuan stared at him with good eyes until the lights in the audience went out.

看着 He watched Wei Qian fold that stupid piece of paper into the cup of the chairman and secretary, walked onto the stage empty-handed, and made a short and decent opening.

The only beam of light in the hall was following him, and everyone's eyes were following him.

Wei Zhiyuan thought of more things uncontrollably. The teenager who patted dead wild dogs with slab bricks more than ten years ago was laughed back and forth with the long-lasting "testament". Come and pick him up and let him loosen the arms of the iron pipe in his hand, the stain of the time-like bruises and the smell of the ointment and smoke, the scars of the hotel in a foreign country late at night ...

Indifferent, firm, gentle, anxious, angry, helpless ... all the expressions on that man's face.

The staggered banquet began, and everyone was relaxed and relieved.

Wei Zhiyuan had no appetite—he saw the girl in the photo, she seemed a bit more beautiful than herself, stood next to the three fat, looked at Wei Qian with a shy look, and bowed her head embarrassedly.

I'm her, right?

Wei Zhiyuan's intelligence, after he calmed down, actually already guessed that his brother and the girl had not yet started, most of them were three fat who deliberately stimulated him ... but what about it?

They can start now.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't eat anything, he just drank the wine on an empty stomach, thinking exhaustedly at the center of the taste of alcohol, should I give up?

In his impression, nothing he could never get was anything he wanted, and such arrogance finally experienced a devastating blow.

Wei Qian didn't know if it was to give San Fat a face, or out of his instinct, he acted like a real young talent in front of Feng Ning. San Fat looked at them with a smile and Yan Yan, walked away calmly, his face was a piece of The stones fell loose on the ground.

Wei Weiyuan closed his eyes, and the tangled balance in his heart finally shifted to one side.

He thought: OK, I gave up.

Then, a whole glass of hard liquor was poured into his throat by his brain, burning hot all the way into the stomach, but the bitterness remained on the tip of his tongue.

It wasn't until the end of the banquet that Wei Qian got rid of the others and found Wei Zhiyuan under the guidance of the secretary.

Wei Zhiyuan was drunk, his eyes had gone wrong.

Wei Qian had to stand up to him: "Smelly boy, he has learned to drink, no one cares about you, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan stared at him indifferently, silently, standing up obediently to the strength of his brother's hand.

谦 Wei Qian helped him to his office all the way, left Wei Zhiyuan on a chair, and poured a cup of herbal tea to him: "Wake up and go home."

After speaking, Wei Qian took off his suit jacket and was ready to go out and change into a coat.

Wei Weiyuan said gently, "Brother ..."

谦 Wei Qian dragged Song Song's neck and found his a little uncomfortable tie, and he replied, "Huh?"

"He will belong to someone else," Wei Zhiyuan thought desperately, "I have given up, but he never knew ..."

The secretary's words made a ghost sound in my ears again.

Tell him with your mouth ... tell him ...

Wei Qian noticed that he was silent for a while, thinking that the drunk cat had fallen asleep.

His tie was half-struck, and several fingers were still tangling in it. He seemed to want to look back at Wei Zhiyuan over half of his body. At this moment, Wei Qian was suddenly taken aback by a man and took a few steps back to the wall. on.

"Brother ..."

The man was heavily pressed on him, and he screamed in general like this. When Wei Qian hadn't responded yet, the collar of his loose tie was suddenly rough. Tugging in the past, a hot kiss blocked his doubts that he had not yet spoken.

The lonely bet was fierce, and in an instant, it swept across every corner.

Wei Qian's mind was blank.

Until then, he smelled the wine on the other side, so strong that he couldn't speak.

At this moment, the door of Wei Qian's office was opened, and the door rang finally regained Wei Qian's intellect. He pushed Wei Zhi away.

Standing in front of the door was a surprised old bear.

Wei Zhiyuan slumped backwards, hitting his back on Wei Qian's desk, the files on the table staggered, Wei Zhiyuan slipped like mud, he felt a punch on his chin, his lips Broken by teeth, **** nose, Venus full of eyes.

The old bear quickly responded, quickly turning back to lock the door, and then rushed to a fist that grabbed Wei Qian and fell.

"Qianer!" Lao Xiong pushed Wei Qian on his shoulders, dragged him a distance away, and said to his ear, "Don't be here, all right!"

Wei Qian felt that his temples caused an endless jump around his eyes. After standing upright, his eyes were almost black and his face turned white. Wei Zhiyuan angered him with a sharp tingling in his chest.

Lao Xiong pressed him down on the chair, frowned at Wei Zhiyuan, and bent down to check, "Don't you hold your back? Can you stand up?"

Wei Zhiyuan refused him to reach out and wanted to help him, and he staggered up. His wine was awake, but he was reluctant to think and said nothing, so he stood silently. Aside.

Wei Qian's breath was blocked for a long while before he came up. He didn't want to explain to the old bear what was going on—even he couldn't figure out what was going on. He had to pretend to say calmly, "Find What's wrong with me? "

Lao Xiong looked at the chaos in this place, sighed, stooped to pick up the document that was knocked down by Wei Zhiyuan, and remained silent for a while, saying softly, "Qianer, I want to go."

Wei Wei Qian: "What?"

"I plan to take Chen Lu away." The old bear whispered, "If it doesn't work, my equity will be transferred. If you are willing to take it, just take it. If not, I will transfer it to a third-party vendor."

Wei Qian took a deep breath: "You decided?"

Old bear: "Um."

Wei Qian was silent for a long time, finally closed his eyes and rubbed his temples gently: "Okay, I will pick up."

The old bear nodded at him, not intending to stay any longer, turned around and left. When he was going out, he took a deep look at Wei Zhiyuan, who was standing in the shadow, and sighed as if: "I call you Drivers. "

And that night, it seems that more than these farce.

After Wei Zhiyuan left, Xiaobao went home and determined that Mrs. Song had food, and gave her medicine again before hurriedly going back to school to study by herself.

Old Song Song brought her to the door as usual and told her to slow down on the road. At this moment, Old Song Song felt the warmth of her own crotch, and she did not respond at first.

Wu Xiaobao unintentionally glanced: "Yeah, grandma, why are your pants wet?"

Old Song Song bowed her head like a lightning strike, and she was shocked and ashamed to find that she was incontinent.

Wu Xiaobao immediately came to understand that he was busy leaving her bag aside, and rolled up her sleeves to help her change her pants: "I'll help you ..."

Wu Song Granny stepped back in a panic.

"Grandma, don't move, I'll change your pants."

"No need!" Granny Song, who had been spit out, almost roared and drank her.

Xiao Xiaobao had never heard her make such a stern sound, and was caught in place for a while.

Wu Song said, "You ... you go to school ... go, go, go yours."

Wu Xiaobao: "Grandma ..."

Granny Wu Song supported the wall with one hand and waved her crutch at her with one hand: "Go! Hurry!"

Xiao Xiaobao hesitated: "Can you do it yourself?"

Old Song Song growled at her, "Go!"

Wu Xiaobao: "Okay, I'll go right away, you ... then it's okay, you slow down, I'll wash your pants back at night ... ah ah, don't worry, I'll go right away, go right away."

Mrs. Song drove Xiaobao rudely and felt that she had taken away a spine. It took her more than half an hour to replace her wet pants and change her body. Sweating.

She wanted to cry a lot in the smell of smell, but the tears had dried up, and she was still a teardrop and could not cry.

Twenty years ago, she came to this city from her hometown. How poor and decent she was then.

She never thought that she would end up like this one day. Old Lady Song almost felt that she was no longer alone.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

The old Mrs. Wu Song did not respond for a long time until Mazi's voice came out: "Old sister, are you asleep?"

Old Song Song moved over and opened the door for her.

I saw Mazi mom in a convenient wheelchair, with one arm still on a crutch, and she looked radiant, except for a map and a bottle of mineral water, she took nothing.

"Older sister." Mama said, "While they are not there, I will go, and if not, it will be warm, and I will have to wait until next year."

The weather is getting warmer, the homeless people are not so dead.

"I'll tell you something." She finished, struggling to steer the wheelchair to the elevator.

At this moment, Granny Song suddenly called to her, "Her aunt!"

Aunt Ma Zi looked back at her.

Granny Wu Song's lips trembled for a long time: "I ... I'll follow you, join you."

Aunt Mama seemed to have expected it, and said without surprise, "Come on."

The two women were just like this. On a cold night when the snow was about to fall, the couple went out of sight of everyone and never appeared again.

Granny Wu Song came from Mid-Autumn Festival and went to early spring with her final dignity and respect.

"I know two words, wrote a suicide note, and left a letter." On the road, Mazi Ma and Granny Song said.

Wu Song asked, "What's in the letter?"

"It's" I'm not dead, I'm just gone. "

He is not death, but life and death.

Pain and happiness, bring neither life nor death.

Xi Wei is gorgeous and supreme at dusk. -Haizi.