Dage

Wei Qian was honest at the hospital for more than a week, and before half a month, he could not live.

He used to live a busy life. He had been in a bad mood for a few days after the operation and was sleepy for a while. Even as he woke up for longer and longer, he began to endure the monotonous and boring life in the hospital. Already.

After a few years, it was close to New Year's Eve, and it became more and more lively outside, but Wei Qian felt more and more that he was in jail. He squatted in jail for a few days and finally made up his mind to escape.

Wei Qian has always been a full-fledged activist. As long as he thinks, as long as the time is right, he can always put it into practice in the shortest possible time—such as running when he is wearing clothes.

However, this day, Wei Qian thought for a while, but still didn't run. He was afraid that Xiao Yuan was anxious, so he waited patiently until noon Wei came.

Wei Zhiyuan brought a thick file: "This is our funding plan, in Chinese and English in duplicate-the budget control section has been changed for the third time. This is the plan for the annual meeting in your administrative department newspaper. This is the year-end award of your personnel department report, which all needs your signature. Do you read it for yourself or do I read it to you? "

I don't know how critical he is without working with Wei Qian, especially when he is hospitalized and has nothing to do.

Wei Qian can never say very simply and happily, "I know." Just let go of his subordinates. He can always revise the materials in the newspaper. The revisions in the lines are more written than the original ... Of course During this period, Chang Gong Wei Zhiyuan's handwriting was usually handwritten.

But this time, Wei Qian was uncharacteristically, looked at it from start to finish, and even signed nothing after saying nothing.

Wei Zhiyuan took out the newly-refilled gel pens, and found that there was no use for them. He looked at Wei Qian quite uncomfortably and asked with a little worry: "Brother, are you unwell today?"

Wei Qian rubbed his nose: "So what ... I want to discuss something with you."

Wei Weiyuan was shocked. He never knew that his brother had the word "negotiation" in his dictionary. He didn't respond for a moment, but just uttered "ah" idly.

"I want to go out for a while in the afternoon and let the wind go," Wei Qian looked at him sincerely. At the end, he added a good attitude, "Okay?"

Wei Weizhi hiked for half a minute without answering his questions. After half a minute, he was completely out of state and said, "Are you asking me?"

谦 Wei Qian's forehead's green tendon jumped: "What about it?"

"I ... I, I, uh," Wei Zhiyuan's head was so thick, he almost stuttered, "No, no problem."

In fact, Wei Qian even changed his clothes. Just wait for his words, take off the hospital clothes on the outside and put on the coat, and he is ready to escape. He packed them and scattered them. The documents on the hospital bed were crammed into Wei Zhiyuan's bag, and I didn't know where to find a hat to put on, and pressed the brim of the hat: "Go away, while the nurses are out for dinner."

Wei Weiyuan was faintly dragged out by him, pondering the whole way contemplatively: "Wait, what did he just say," I'm fine "?"

Until Wei Zhiyuan held the steering wheel, he dreamed like a dream and asked, "Where?"

Wei Wei Qian: "Go home."

Wei Weiyuan hesitated and told him, "Xiao Bao lived at home these two days. Do you want to be arrested by her?"

Wei Qian said without thinking, "That company."

Wei Weiyuan said inexplicably: "Why do you go back to the company? Haven't you finished the review and signing?"

Wei Weiqian: "..."

He finally found himself boring. Apart from these two places, he couldn't think of anything else.

Wei Weizhi turned his head to the side, thought about it, and then asked him carefully, "Brother, can you ... go out with me? I haven't had an appointment when I am so old."

谦 Wei Qian took a pitying look at Wei Zhiyuan-as if he had made an appointment.

行 "Okay, let's go, I ask you ... please ..." Wei Qian promised, but the words behind were stuck, and his words were so poor for a long time that he creatively suggested, "Well, eat?"

Wei Weiyuan was amused by him: "What are you going to invite me to eat?"

Wei Qian: "Western food?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Western food is not digestible. You are not allowed by the body."

Wei Qian: "The one who eats little Japan ..."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Don't you think they have too many things?"

"..." Wei Qian, "Let's go home, I'll give you a bowl of noodles."

Finally, the two of them looked for a Chinese restaurant with flashy dog ​​eyes and a very elegant style. They went in and ordered a bowl of stir-fried ravioli, and watched the waiter's face drift away.

What is more conscience is that Wei Qian did not pay for the two bowls of fried money, because half of the time, Wei Qian accidentally glanced downstairs and saw Ma Chunming and his assistant dream dream.

"I **** ..." Wei Qian whispered, "The company executives requested that the Spring Festival every year until the afternoon of the New Year's Eve, this kid even dare to slip away while I was away."

Xu Zheng said, Mengmeng suddenly stood up and waved his hand, and the band in the lobby stopped as if he had discussed it with her beforehand.

Mengmeng's young face seemed to sparkle, and his big eyes looked at the inexplicable Ma Chunming, and he suddenly announced aloud, "Mr. Ma, I make a wish every year, especially the spirit, and it has not been missed yet. If you did this year ago, if you succeed, you will be able to make another wish this year. If you do not succeed, then after the New Year's blessing, you will succeed next year! "

From the savings on "wish opportunities", I can see that she is quite economical.

The people who had eaten stopped talking and focused on the girl.

Mengmeng continued to recite poems and said, "Dr. Ma, I think your ex-wife should change the glasses, but I'm very glad she didn't change it, because she didn't have a good look and lost you. Finding leaks ... "

At this point, Ma Chunming no matter how stupid she knew what she was going to say, he hurriedly stood up in a panic.

Xun Mengmeng grabbed his shoulders in a domineering manner, stomped his toes, and kissed him with a big mouthful, leaving a red lips mark: "I want to confess to you!"

Bian Ma Chunming took several steps back, unfortunately tripped over by a small ornamental pier and sat on the ground with one butt.

Wei Qian covered her eyes: "Well, shame."

Dr. Ma Ma is about to evaporate—Mengmeng is so young, so beautiful, and smart and capable. Why do you think of him as an ugly, old, unromantic and non-speaking man, or a second-married man?

Is she blind?

He felt that the whole world was dreaming. Until the bill was paid, the waiter handed a napkin to him and said to Ma Chunming, "Sir, there were two gentlemen just now. They said that they would write the bill to you, and they showed it to you. You will understand this. "

Ma Chunming looked down and saw a small turtle drawn on the napkin in the same vein as her, staring directly at a green bean.

Xun Mengmeng came together, "What is this?"

Dr. Ma Ma blushed and gave her an interpreter at the same time: "He said that we are one of Wang Ba and one of mung beans."

After saying that, he turned to the waiter again: "What did they order?"

The waiter drew the corner of his mouth and said, "Two bowls of stir-fried ravioli."

I haven't run away, no one can do this except for his perverted boss who decides to be strange.

Wei Qian took Ma Chunming for a meal, and Dang Quan paid a penalty. He worked very hard to think about many options. In the end, Wei Zhiyuan went to the cinema very uncreative-the sports that can usually be played together are obviously too intense at this moment. It is not suitable for Wei Qian's ill name. There is no place to go fishing in the cold winter months.

What a pity, only half of the movie was watched, and Wei Qian fell asleep without face.

Xi Weizhiyuan put his hands around him and let him lean on him. After watching the whole movie with great interest, he walked out of the cinema with a smile.

谦 Wei Qian rubbed his eyes, "So beautiful? What's the ending?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "I don't know."

Wei Weiqian: "What about the plot?"

Wei Weiyuan scratched his hair embarrassedly: "... forgot."

Wei Qiangang just wanted to ask him. He laughed like a flower. Did he watch a comedy movie? As a result, he saw a few girls passing by with tears. When he looked up, he saw the propaganda poster beautifully saying "Love in the City" , Peerless Elegy, "above is a woman's face crying with pears and rain.

Wei Weiyuan's heart was so full of sweetness that he was happy from the beginning to the end, without even realizing that he had just watched a sadness movie.

What a failed date, unfortunately the parties still feel pretty good.

For this reason, Wei Zhiyuan released the old bear's pigeon and did not listen to the monk's lecture.

After the old bear spit and said, he swept down, and unexpectedly did not see the figure of Wei Zhiyuan, he smiled contentedly.

His words are for those who want to hear. Those who don't listen are not troubled, of course, they don't need to listen.

Wei Qian's behavior of leaving the hospital privately was abused by the rounds nurse, and even more unfortunately, he actually wanted to spend the New Year in the ward.

He hasn't had a few happy years in his life, so he immediately took a big red envelope to the doctor and nurse on duty. Together with Wei Zhiyuan, he ran away with the pampering of everyone's eyes closed.

The two of them, and Xiaobao, wrapped dumplings together—the skin was rolled by Xiaobao, and the dumplings were packed by Wei Zhiyuan. Uncle Wei Qian sat on the couch like a supervisor and was full-time responsible for pointing.

When the first firecracker sounded outside the window, Xiaobao's expression suddenly fell into loneliness. She said, "If only grandma was still there."

Many years ago, it seemed to be what festival they were going on. The old lady Song came down from the sky like an uninvited guest, knocking open their door indiscriminately, and the dove occupied the nest nest ... so it stayed so overbearing.

Hmm ... But in the coming festivals, there will never be such a nasty old thing knocking on the door again?

All three were silent for a while, but then the doorbell rang suddenly.

Xiao Xiaobao jumped to the door three feet high and opened the door, but was disappointed to find that there was an old bear with a smile on his face.

The old bear looked at the inflexible stiffness on her face, and patted her head: "How is it like seeing the funeral star? Is the poor monk so inviting to see?"

Wu Xiaobao returned to God and quickly let him into the room.

Lao Xiong looked at her: "I said that, this girl is so big and feet, it must not be shorter than anyone when he grows up ... hey, freeze me, do you have dumplings?"

Wu Xiaobao: "Yes, but there is no vegetarian stuffing ..."

去 "Go to you." The old bear said, "Who eats vegetarian stuffing? That's for rabbits."

He sat down with a golden knife, took one bite, swallowed two, and raised his thumb: "：, pork, cabbage, fragrant!"

Wei Qian said coolly, "Amitabha."

Lao Xiong smiled at him blindly, then turned to Wei Zhiyuan: "Hey, Xiao Yuan, guess what, I uploaded your information and photos to the Internet. I really heard back the other day."

Wei Weiyuan smiled dismissively.

Wei Qian quickly asked: "What? What's going on? Who? How old? What?"

"A woman, it seems that the age is not too young to listen to the voice, the others don't know yet, just contacted." Lao Xiong clipped a dumpling, "Girl, please give me some vinegar, do you have garlic?"

Wei Qian: "If Xiaobao doesn't give it to him, does sponsoring you so much money just let me ask you a question?"

The old bear stretched his arms and took Laba Garlic and Laba Vinegar. He got rich clothes and enough food at the same time, and at the same time looked at Wei Qian awkwardly, and said slowly, "Well, Qianer, you are really so anxious and anxious . "

Wei Weiqian: "..."

The old bear reached out and touched in his pocket, and found a piece of paper with an address and a phone number written on it: "The woman's last name is Zhou, Xiao Yuan. If you want, you can meet her. . "

After the New Year's Eve dinner, the old bear left.

Wei Qian put on his clothes and followed, "I'll send you down. It's New Years in the past few days. I can't get a taxi ahead. I'll take you to the exit behind."

When I reached downstairs, when the cold wind blew, Wei Qian couldn't help taking a snoring stubbornly. After all, the operation hurt his vitality. He was afraid of the cold this winter.

Lao Xiong: "Okay, you go up and tell me how to go, but I dare not work for your sickness."

Wei Weiqian: "In fact, I just want to ask ..."

"How about calling that person, right?" Lao Xiong took his word.

"Ah, yes," Wei Qian admitted bluntly, "If you find a group of bad-hearted relatives for a long time and sincerely block yourself by then, it will not be fun."

"Listening to Ms. Zhou's meaning, she seems to know something. She is not a direct relative. But she is a very educated person who knows a lot of literacy." The old bear glanced at him and said, "I said, After you found it, you were so worried about it. At the beginning, you were willing to pluck the iron **** and pluck so much money. Is there no place to spend? Come to our temple and donate a threshold. Donor. "

"Get off." Wei Qian sighed into his hands and rubbed quickly, "Actually ... maybe because of a child, Xiao Yuan is always a little ... well, I don't know what to say, no root or bottom Do you know what it feels like? These years are older and much better. When I was a kid, I became more obvious, as if I was always worried that others would abandon him. "

"No sense of security," said the old bear.

Wei Qian nodded his head: "That's what it means-I think, maybe he can be better after having a father and a mother."

Lao Xiong looked at him, but in the end did not say anything, but just reached out and patted Qian Qian's shoulder in the cold wind of 凛冽: "I know, you go back, you ..."

After five days, Wei Qian had been in the hospital for a month and was finally discharged.

The first thing he did was to book a ticket and follow Wei Zhiyuan to the address provided by the lady Zhou.

The door was opened to them by an old lady with white hair. It was about seventy years old, but she kept her shape very well. Silver silk was held up high on the back of her head. She wore a long woolen dress and seemed to greet them. , There is also a shawl on the skirt.

老 An old lady of this age rarely has the same attention to her, whether in manners or talking, she reveals a grace that has been refined by the years.

Mrs. Zhou took out a large photo album, showed them an old photo, and turned out an old photo. She is a man, handsome and looks like Wei Zhiyuan, and her face is exactly the same: "My daughter saw you online Show me the photo and say, "Isn't this uncle Xiaoye?" When I looked at it, I really felt that, in contrast to the time you lost in the past, I felt like I was inseparable, so I pretended to call. "

Wei Weiyuan carefully pulled out the photo.

"His name is Ye Shu. Before we lived in the neighborhood, I took him as my little brother." Mrs. Zhou turned to a photo of a lady. "This is his wife-that is your mother. Her name is Ruan Hong. She used to be my student, stayed on graduation, and became a colleague of mine. She is a very good person. She has essential hypertension, which caused a series of complications when you were born, and her health was always bad after giving birth. He died in less than a year ... Well, when I first saw you, you were so small, chubby and cute. "

Wei Weiyuan asked her softly, "How can you be sure it's me?"

The old Mrs. Zhou said, "Is there a small scar on your back and shoulder blade down?"

Xi Weizhi could not help but stand up.

那 "That was when you were about to turn around. Your dad was clumsy and didn't catch it for a while, and you fell down from the bed and hit the scar that came out of the sharp corner of the cabinet."

There is indeed such a small scar behind Wei Zhiyuan, it is not obvious at all, it cannot be felt without careful touch.

Wei Qian frowned: "Then he now ..."

"It's dead, too." Mrs. Zhou sighed. "He is a meteorologist who specializes in tornadoes in the Mainland. After your mother died, he became even more enthusiastic about his work and became a lunatic. There was a time when he was catching a tornado. He ran too close and was hit by a fallen tree ... oh. "

Tears flashed in Mrs. Zhou's eyes, and she looked at Wei Zhiyuan: "At that time, everyone in your family was in a hurry, no one could take care of you, and the nanny didn't know where to go. You were just over two years old, just met Walking stumbled, completely unaware of what happened, while no one noticed, somehow ran out on your own, and when we adults find out, you can no longer find it ... It ’s so big. Boy, what did you say you were doing now? "

"Make software." Wei Zhiyuan said, "mainly games, but also some applications."

"Okay, okay, okay." Mrs. Zhou patted his arm comfortably. "It's good, it's good, you've grown up well, you're a good person, it's good, and I can let your parents rest assured when I go down. . "

That afternoon, Mrs. Zhou sat with them for a whole afternoon and talked about childhood things Wei Zhiyuan didn't remember until the nanny came over to urge her to take medicine.

At the end of the day, she took them to the door and told Wei Zhiyuan the address of his parents' graveyard.

At this point, Mrs. Zhou turned to Wei Qian and grabbed his hand.

"Thank you," she said, "thank you."

From beginning to end, she did not ask what the relationship was between them, but Wei Qian suspected that she had noticed it in some way. He lowered his head and squeezed a smile at her, feeling that he was ashamed of the "thank". .

They found the burial cemetery of the Ye Shu couple together, and Wei Zhiyuan bent down and gently wiped off the dust on the tombstone, exposing years of epitaphs-"Nine deaths, he has no regrets."

His parents' very similar looks did not touch Wei Zhiyuan very much. It was not until he saw the epitaph that he suddenly felt the blood between the yin and yang separated.

原来 "It turned out that I came like this, my parents are such people." Wei Zhiyuan thought.

Suddenly, those unforgettable childhood escapes from his childhood became less real. Like a distant child, he found some kind of spiritual destination and identity.

Wei Qian bent down, put the bouquet in front of the tombstone, grabbed Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder, and patted him.

Xi Weizhiyuan held up his hand—and during his journey, he was fortunate enough to have won the most cherished person in his life.

Compared with this, what are the fears and pains that flow away?

"Is it a grind for me?" Wei Zhiyuan thought.

The spring breeze is about to blow away the permafrost in the north?