Dage

"Xiao Yuan?" Wei Qian was a little stunned and asked, "I didn't say ... why did you run back?"

But Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything, just stared at him dumbly, his eyes were unfocused, his eyes were scattered as if to fill the whole room, and he had nowhere to focus.

Wei Zhiyuan went to Wei Qian's office to get a file, and suddenly he saw the key in the drawer at the bottom of the desk.

Wei Qian never locks the cabinet, whether at home or in the office-and the drawer that requires him to bend down to be able to access, he generally does not use.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't know why he suddenly had such a strong curiosity. Later, he thought, probably because of his uneasiness. He walked quietly and opened the drawer.

The drawer is really infrequently used. It also has a smell unique to the furniture that has not been opened for a long time. It is covered with a layer of ash and has no other things. There is only a medical report.

The hospital service of the medical examination is intimate.It not only bound the report into a book, but also explained in detail each indicator that the average person cannot understand, and listed a recommended treatment plan for a mild caries.

So when Wei Zhiyuan saw the shadow of the lungs, he felt that he flickered in his heart and vacated.

Fortunately, the doctor listed a series of possibilities that may cause lung shadows in the back, especially suggesting that people with pneumonia may cause pseudotumors due to inflammation.

This incident cast a shadow on Wei Zhiyuan's heart. He took things back with a heavy heart. He was absent-minded. He almost broke a red light when he arrived at home, and suddenly stopped with a foot.

As a result, this breath was blocked, and before he could rise up, Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian's sentence at the door.

He stood at the door, and Wei Qian's questioning was deaf to him. Wei Zhiyuan only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and his vision began to darken. He couldn't help reaching out the wall, his heart beat like a cicada. It was cold, and a coolness rose from the soles of the feet, and then the blood flowing in his body was frozen.

He Sanfa was talking to him. Wei Zhiyuan watched his mouth move, and he almost poked his nose, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, like he lost his ability to react instantly.

Zombie legs did not take a step, and Wei Zhiyuan even felt that if he knelt down, he would never be able to get up again.

Something smashed his bones at once, leaving only a crippled joint and still struggling to support it.

He doesn't know how to work internally, but he has a solid understanding of what it means to get out of the fire and get into magic.

He Sanfa yelled and yelled, "Qianer, come here and see, what did this child hear? I don't think this looks right!"

Wei Qian came over and patted Wei Zhiyuan's face gently with the palm of his hand: "Xiao Yuan?"

Xi Weizhiyuan's scattered eyes gradually condensed into a little under his touch, and his eyes were cold and deep, like two wells that couldn't see the bottom at a glance. They were shady and somewhat scary.

Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan shook. He seemed to take a deep breath, as if he wanted to speak, and was suddenly choked by something. He twisted his head to one side and coughed violently.

Wei Zhiyuan covered his mouth, was choked with breath, his eyes quickly turned red, and then blood ran down his fingers.

Three fat 嗷 嗷 a throat: "My mother! How come you still see blood?"

Wei Wei Qian was also startled: "Xiao Yuan, don't cover it, let me see."

Wei Qian tried to hold Wei Zhiyuan's hand, but he felt like he had come across a dead body, which was so hard that it was crunchy. He suspected that his hand was strong, and maybe Wei Zhiyuan ’s arm would be " Gao "fell off.

At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Wei Qian's uninjured wrist.

谦 Wei Qian was hurt by his uncle. He tried to retract his hand several times. He couldn't pull out his life and death. The oil skin was almost chopped off by the kid.

Wei Qian suspected that Wei Zhiyuan had misunderstood what he was doing. He couldn't bear in mind that San Fat was still there. He wrapped his arms around Wei Zhiyuan's waist and gently rubbed his stiff back. "It's okay, brother is still here, Xiao Yuan, Xiao far?"

I was dry in the winter. Wei Zhiyuan was stimulated and greatly increased. His blood pressure soared. The capillaries in the nose burst open. He had a nosebleed and sipped into his mouth. This made a thrilling scene with almost seven tricks bleeding.

After a while, I don't know whether Wei Qian's stiff appeasement played a weak role, or Wei Zhiyuan's cough came out of his lungs, and his reason finally began to slowly return to the cage.

Wei Zhiyuan realized what he was doing and released Wei Qian's wrist, then he stepped under his foot, pushed Wei Qian a little, turned into the bathroom, rinsed the blood in his mouth, and then drew a wet wipe with a cold surface Cool your nose.

"What a wolf." Wei Zhiyuan thought, pressing his hands on the bridge of his nose, feeling that the dimly lit bathroom made him dizzy. He closed his eyes and stood motionless for a while. He successfully covered Wei in his consciousness briefly. For a moment, his breathing and heartbeat calmed down little by little.

Wei Weiyuan felt that his nerves usually only trembled in a very small amplitude, and occasionally pulled a little larger, and it would be pulled into a large slap film. He thought that these "occasional" were already extreme, until just now ...

It was really reaching the tipping point, and I almost couldn't get back. Until now, he could feel the tension of his tightened nerves slowly contracting, the same kind of mental pain.

Yun Sanfei gave Wei Zhiyuan an embarrassing glance and Wei Qian's glance again and again, his eyes froze between the two, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ten minutes later, Wei Zhiyuan's cooled nose stopped the blood. He wiped it cleanly and came out with a look of nourishment. He lifted Wei Qian's wrist that he had scratched, and saw that wrist seemed to be scratched by a female ghost and left behind. A row of clear Wuqing fingerprints.

Susan Fat pumped his skin and muttered, "Mum, how hard is it?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say a word. He found the traumatic injury cream from the drawer where he kept the medicine, dug a little and applied it to Wei Qian's wrist, and pushed it slowly and forcefully. Wei Qian drew a pain, and then, Wei Zhiyuan held it motionlessly.

I wondered how long it took before Wei Zhiyuan asked, "What's the matter with the medical report?"

His voice was hoarse, his tone was bland, and he seemed to be quiet before the storm, with huge energy coming from the rain. Wei Qian suddenly felt inexplicably guilty and couldn't help looking up at the three fat eyes.

Twenty-Three Fat: "See what I do? It's you who can scare people out of the way—less nonsense, honestly explain the cause and effect to the organization!"

At this point, Wei Qian can feel that Wei Zhiyuan's fingers are still cold, so he had to avoid the heavy and lightly talked about what he planned to do for the operation. At the end, he emphasized that the tumor was benign, and it must be fine. Scary words like "mostly" have been erased, and some language packaging sounds as if he really intends to cut the appendix.

Although San Fat told him to explain to himself, he couldn't help but look at Wei Zhiyuan's look and added: "Yes, your brother is right, nothing is wrong, we were just chatting about an old thing. Don't go into your heart. "

"Three brothers." Wei Zhiyuan interrupted San Fat with no expression, rubbed the blood on Wei Qian's wrist, pulled out a napkin from the table, and wiped his finger on the medicine. He said with no fluctuation. Do you believe what he said? "

San Fat: "..."

He touched his head and found that he seemed a little too honest.

"I don't believe a word." Wei Zhiyuan stared at Wei Qian's eyes straight and said, "You don't need to explain any more, I won't believe any of your words."

Wei Weiqian: "..."

"Brother, please refund my ticket. If you are in a hurry, ask someone to run first."

Twenty-three fatter trembled and asked, "How about you?"

"From now on, I'm going to lock him at home. I can't go anywhere except the hospital. I can go to the hospital for examination and surgery. I have to be there all the time. I will go to the doctor to explain the situation. I need to be the first one to know. "Wei Zhiyuan's expression and voice were seeping out of the iceberg. After speaking, he consulted the general opinion quite politely." So you have no opinion? "

Twenty-three fat decisively sold a friend, shaking his head like a rattle.

"That's good." Wei Zhiyuan said, he didn't even look at Wei Qian, stood up and said to San Fat, "I'll send you off."

He Sanfa was "off" by him just like sleepwalking.

When he walked to the elevator entrance, the three fats only came back, and took a look at Wei Zhiyuan with mixed feelings: "Brother, think about all the good things, you brother ... Well, his grandson is really not good, but always This point is not reliable. I think that this comrade still has room for ideological recovery. He said that it's okay, there may be no major issues, and you can relax more or less, ah? "

The words fell, and San Fat clearly saw Wei Zhiyuan's expression crack.

Wei Zhiyuan's eyebrows narrowed quickly into the middle, his eye sockets instantly turned red, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he slanted to the side, tears seemed to fall.

However, the next moment, Wei Zhiyuan raised his arm, covered his face for a moment, and lowered it a moment later, except that his eyes were still red, and he had restored the almost numbness of the previous calmness.

"Um." Wei Zhiyuan responded softly, "Thank you Brother Three."

The elevator door opened, and San Fat walked in. He watched Wei Zhiyuan's tall body was closed by the elevator door little by little. In the end, there was only one seam left, and he didn't see him.

"What if Xiaoyuan has three longs and two shorts?" San Fat couldn't help traversing the thought in his heart. He blinked downstairs and looked up at the towering and beautiful residential building. I tried every means to obstruct Wei Zhiyuan. I tried every means to find something for Wei Qian to introduce the girl ... is that right? "

He couldn't imagine how deep a person's affection might be for another person, and he glanced at it with a glance.

How many such true feelings are there in the world?

The three fat puppets stood still for a while, then sighed, lowered their heads, and seemed to leave with a heavy heart.

"Forget it, let them go." San Fat thought about it and left.

Wei Zhiyuan returned home, really locked the door, took the key with him, and fulfilled his promise to lock Wei Qian at home. Then he began a long, unilateral cold war.

At the beginning, although Wei Qian was not used to it, he also had his own work to do. He rarely idled at home, watched TV, played computer, and read books. There were many things that could pass the time. After two days of persistence, he finally felt a little bit affected. No more.

Wei Zhiyuan regarded him as a blast of air, except for morning and morning, asking "Are you uncomfortable today", and asking "I'm going out to buy something, should you bring it" when going out, and then there is no other communication.

Wei Qian felt that he was also a bit low-minded, "leaving and walking backwards". Previously, Wei Zhiyuan shook under his eyelids all day, shaking him from one head to two big, and was terribly sad. Now Wei Zhiyuan is at home every day, But it magically didn't appear much in his sight.

"Can you say more words to flash your tongue?" Wei Qian thought indignantly, but he felt that he took the initiative to get up, as if ... it was a bit of a loss of face.

谦 Wei Qian tried to cause the topic to fail a few times, and the words Wei Zhiyuan used to send him were single words-"um", "no", "good", and "no".

The first time, Wei Qian thought, "It's almost OK." The second time, Wei Qian thought, "Isn't this over?" The third time, he thought "Fuck," so he effectively extended the unilateral cold war to both sides. of.

For a few days, the two of them didn't talk to anyone, and the three fat people who were uneasy to come to see the atmosphere felt wrong as soon as they entered the door. When they saw Wei Qian's ugly and foul-looking face like 2.58 million, his heart was instantly bright. Before leaving, he finally couldn't help but said to Wei Qian that he hated Tiefucheng: "You, let's have some snacks!"

Finally, the night before leaving home, Wei Qian packed his things before going to bed and planned to go to hospital.

He thought, what if there is a green light on the way to the hospital to check and find out that things have changed?

What if it is really vicious?

In case of a "99%" chance, is he the "1"?

For a moment, he was afraid.

However, ever before, when he was far away, he was accustomed to the torture of various fears, so it was only a short time before Wei Qian calmed his mood again.

"Where is it so much, eh?" Wei Qian thought so barely, reached out to turn off the light, crawled back to bed and fell asleep.

Wei Qian fell asleep, but did not fall asleep. He woke up once in the middle of the night. He rolled over, stretched his feet, opened a crack in his eyes, and was poked on the bedside motionlessly. The dark shadow was awake.

Wei Qian made a mistake backward, sat up from the bed, stared at the shadow for two seconds: "Xiao Yuan?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything.

Wei Qian breathed a sigh of relief and slammed the pillow on Wei Zhiyuan: "Heart disease didn't scare you out."

说 He said, reaching out to turn the bedside lamp, Wei Zhiyuan fastened his wrist to stop it.

Then, Wei Zhiyuan slowly dwelled on him. With Wei Qian's half-lying motion, he pressed him firmly on the bed, put his hands around Wei Qian's shoulders, and hugged him motionlessly in the dark. After how long, Wei Qian heard a sound of sniffing like a cold. He raised his hand in astonishment and groped for Wei Zhiyuan's face, which turned out to be wet.

Wei Zhiyuan avoided his hand and buried his head in his neck socket. The still trembling breath hit Wei Qian's neck.

Wei Qian finally raised his hand, patted his back gently, and whispered, "It's all right, I'm not lying to you this time."

His heart softened, and even he felt guilty. Wei Qian even felt that he was like a spoiled child emotionally, and used to others to let him ask for anything, as if those were taken for granted.

谦 Wei Qian lowered his head, kissed Wei Zhiyuan's hair carefully, and said gently in a child-like tone: "I promise to quit smoking after the operation, okay?"

Wei Qian has always been good at cursing others, letting him comfort others. He always feels a bit unprofessional and strangles the stage. This sentence has an effect that is as ominous as the American movie "Return to your hometown after marriage". It seemed as if a thousand crows mourning a chorus hovering past.

Wei Zhiyuan blocked his mouth inexorably.

This is not a tender kiss, like a bite of indignation. Wei Qian could not avoid it, but had to accept it passively and without any help. He tilted his head involuntarily and resisted tightly. On the head of the bed, Wei Zhiyuan's neck was hurt by one hand, and his lips were numb.

I do not know how long it took, Wei Qian felt that he was about to suffocate, and Wei Zhiyuan released him.

Wei Zhiyuan seems to have calmed down, avoiding Wei Qian's unscrupulous injured hand to support the bedboard, and lay on the man who had been thinking about it, and sometimes stabbed him.

"The road game is progressing well. I'm inconvenienced these days. I contacted a fellow student from the team there, also a Chinese, and asked him to match the investment funds. We have now recruited a professional operation team and marketing. Team, maybe we can open beta at the end of next year. "Wei Zhiyuan said softly," I will also contact you about the industrial park. We will probably also set up a China office, so I can always run abroad. "

Wei Weiqian didn't expect that he said this suddenly, hesitated.

"You don't have to think about it. It doesn't matter if you are afraid." Wei Zhiyuan stretched out his fingers to poke his forehead away for a long time. He looked a little long hair, bowed his head and kissed him gently. Brother, I ... "

似乎 He seemed to want to apologize, but Wei Qian pulled the quilt over, wrapped two people, turned over and laid Wei Zhiyuan down, without letting him finish.

"Okay," Wei Qian said, "I know, sleep, accompany me to the hospital tomorrow."

He heard what Wei Zhiyuan meant-if you have something, I will inherit everything from you, take care of your company, take care of Xiaobao, and follow the ins and outs of every investment ... as if you are still alive With.

Until this night, even though Wei Qian pretended to accept it completely, he actually developed a strange relationship between himself and Wei Zhiyuan. However, he felt that there was a bit of "cutting and chaos", and the night was dignified, and his heart was broken. The surrounding emotions finally sank together from the air.

"Xiao Yuan's life is ruined in my hands."

Wei Qian thought so, his heart was almost sad, he tightened his hand on Wei Zhiyuan's waist, and slowly leaned his head on Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder.

Wei Qian was hospitalized After a series of examinations, the doctor arranged an operation for him.

Xi Weizhiyuan brought a tablet computer, consulted a Chinese medicine practitioner while waiting for him, took a lot of records, and then organized his notes against various materials. People who don't know saw it, and probably thought he was a medical student preparing for a test license.

San San was not assured. He took a look at the middle and bought a bottle of drink and handed it to Wei Zhiyuan: "Let's eat some food, it's still early."

Wei Weiyuan glanced at his watch and shook his head: "No appetite, it's not good to eat hard, wait, I'm at ease."

San Fat was silent for a moment, sat down next to him, and looked down at Wei Zhiyuan's computer screen. He suddenly said, "Qian Er ... your brother, I always think he is wrapped in a paper bag by a farmer That kind of apple. "

Wei Weiyuan looked up at him a little puzzled.

"You may not have seen it," said San Fat. "Our family has a relative in the countryside who grows apples. They came to prevent pesticides from sticking to the fruits, and they came to look good. They put a paper bag on the outside of the apples. I only took it down in the evening to see the sun. The apples were very fast and evenly colored. When you sell them, they look better than one. Actually, you know when you buy them and taste them, they are not delicious. "

San Fat said, sighing: "Your brother, how do outsiders look so good, really live with him, it's not the same thing at all, he is the goods of Dingding is not a thing-unpalatable fruit "Whoever eats knows, you ... you know it clearly, and you are willing to suffer this sin."

Wei Weiyuan looked at him in amazement.

San Fat avoided his eyes, Wu said to himself, "Keep your head and feed your donkey, you should be self-cultivation, and tolerate him more ... In fact, I have nothing to say, you have tolerated him for so many years-if I have such a **** brother, and I don't want to share it with him anymore. "

Wei Weiyuan: "San brother, you ..."

"That's what I mean." San Fat held out his hand like a fan and patted him on the shoulder. "I went out and looked around to see if there was anything delicious in the neighborhood. I turned back and let that thing eat sick rice. He dared to do it every day. I'll find something with you that will make you dead. "