Wei Qian Bafeng kept moving... and dropped the fishing rod into the water.

He stared at the shallow fishing rod floating on the water for a while, his ears were filled with the sound of rain as whispered as whispers.

After a while, Wei Qiancai squatted down expressionlessly, rolled up his trouser legs, stepped into the water, and pulled up the fishing rod again.

Wei Zhiyuan was always looking at him with a strange look. Wei Qian saw it and felt that his eyes were calm and calm.

The two of them were like performing a pantomime, and neither of them made any sound.

Wei Qian took back the fishing line and hook, clutched the sharp fish float, as if he unconsciously drew on the soft soil on the shore. Every time he drew a stroke, he counted silently in his heart, as if he wanted to forcefully smooth out his blood vessels and calm down.

Finally, a turtle was left on the mud, carrying an extra large shell, looking listless and enduring humiliation.

Wei Qian felt a long sharp sword in his chest that could roar forever, so sharp that it could penetrate everything that was blocking him. At this moment, the sharp blade that was rushing forward and backward had nowhere to be placed. He heard a "puff" sound and felt that his lungs were poked into a hole.

Wei Qian finally sat down slowly, pulled out a few pieces of paper, and slowly wiped the water droplets stained at the tail of the fishing rod. After a while, he deliberately softened his voice so that he could sound reasonable and said, "You are trying to anger me to death, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan remained silent.

Wei Qian: "I want to hear what you think."

Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with a strange look for a while before whispering: "There is a person I liked him for several years. I didn't dare to let him know, nor did anyone know, every day... I know what you are going to say. Brother, your argument is exactly the same as my high school director. You just want to say that even the unforgettable feelings will change, right?"

Wei Qian's words were snatched by him, so he had to shut up depressedly.

Wei Zhiyuan took a deep breath and showed a strange smile: "But a person has always been piled up from the past. Have you let anyone live in your heart uniquely? Just try it and know that if you hold him in your heart for a month, that month is his, pretending to be his for a year, that whole year is his. Later, even if time has really changed, what's going on? He has become a part of me."

Wei Qian felt carefully and felt that his heart was full of trivial livelihoods, and he was so messy that it was a live poultry market. How could he put down something as big as a human being?

He had to emphasize in disgrace: "Part of you is composed of cells and tissues, and it has nothing to do with another carbon-based organism. Don't use this kind of shitty metaphor to make me swear by - now are you finished?"

Wei Zhiyuan glanced at him helplessly and nodded.

Wei Qian couldn't help but turn his head to avoid Wei Zhiyuan's gaze. He didn't know if Wei Zhiyuan was talking to others. Anyway, when Wei Zhiyuan talked to him, he always liked to look him directly in the eyes. This long-term, unobstructed look will make even softer eyes become aggressive, making people feel that there is no way out.

Wei Qian took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and exhaled a mouthful of white cigarette like a sigh. His temper seemed to have been smoothed out by time and the long tug-of-warming anger. Only the lines could hear some depressed anger: "Then let me tell you what I think. I can't understand or accept it. Even if you say it, I have the same attitude. Wei Zhiyuan, I suggest you go out and ask. Nine out of ten parents will not accept it, and the remaining one is probably not biological..."

He said this, it was completely easy. He realized what he had just said. Wei Qian was stunned for a moment and rubbed his nose awkwardly... This seemed to be his biological child either.

After a while, the two of them suddenly laughed out loud, and the atmosphere that seemed a little tense suddenly disappeared.

Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, are you confused?"

Wei Qian: "That's not the case. I told you, if it were Song Xiaobao, I would have been slaughtered. When is the time not time? You can hit you an amnesiac young man with a hammer, a year and a month? You don't have to remember it for a second."

Speaking of this, Wei Qian slowly curled his smile: "You have been better than her since you were a child. Now you are so old. I won't use the same trick as her to deal with you. I don't know if you remember it. Actually, I also walked a wrong path when I was a child. Now I think about it, there is part of the reason that there is nothing I can do, and there are some... Maybe I am not convinced. At that time, it was your third brother and... and Mazi brother who pulled me back. Can I pull you back now?"

After a while, he couldn't wait for Wei Zhiyuan's answer. Wei Qian: "I beg you, okay? Xiaoyuan, my life has passed in the blink of an eye. It's so difficult to live well. Why do you have to be independent and uncomfortable for yourself?"

Wei Zhiyuan remained silent. He suddenly lost the previous temptations, and his heart felt indescribable sadness.

He would rather not know the truth from his elder brother jumped up and slapped him, or just ordered Xiaobao to cut his hair two years ago, and ordered him to find a girlfriend tomorrow.

...I don't want to see him say such things like a real adult man with indescribable helplessness.

Wei Qian reached out and pinched the rain on his fingertips: "Xiaoyuan, is it because you are not doing a good job? Is it because I have always..."

Wei Zhiyuan interrupted him with an interception: "Brother, stop talking."

Wei Qian looked at the surface of the pond with a blank look and distant look: "I'm sorry for you."

He ignored the fact that he had so many family members that he didn't know what kind of bizarre youth Wei Zhiyuan had experienced...

However, he has really tried his best.

At that moment, Wei Zhiyuan almost wanted to pounce on him and hug him desperately, trying to pour out all the desire that had been buried in his heart.

However, when he spoke, he barely held back. The heavy burden of his heart was pulled back by the reason as thin as his hair. In the end, he was not revealed at all.

It was not the time yet, and he told him this with the veins on the back of his hand.

Later, the rain stopped, and Wei Qian and his team carried the fish basket and a few kilograms of small crucian carp to the parking place.

Just now, a lot of afterglow poured out from the sunny sky, dragging Wei Qian's shadow to the ground. Wei Zhiyuan kept lowering his head and followed the shadow that was stretched and twisted.

Every time he took a step, he would vent his anger and say in his heart: "I like you, and the one I like is you."

He kept silently talking all the way.

Wei Qian threw the fishing gear into the trunk, suddenly remembered something, turned around, and asked Wei Zhiyuan unexpectedly: "Who is the one you like? What are you doing?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't expect that he would suddenly ask this, and he almost blurted out the words he said in his heart. He bit his tongue hard, his face pale, almost dumbfounded, and he lost his words for a moment.

It looks like someone is defending in horror.

Wei Qian's heart suddenly became sank when he saw him like this. He really didn't realize that his younger brother was actually a seed of infatuation.

A sourceless resentment suddenly hit him. Wei Qian thought, is that person that good? When you are in front of me, you also try your best to avoid maintenance?

He suddenly couldn't help but miss the poor old days of the year. At least when they were together, there was no vague "outsider" who was everywhere like a ghost. They were all obedient and stupid, and they needed his brother at all times.

It was not until this time that Wei Qian realized that one day, these little kids will finally grow up and fly away when their wings are hard.

He slowly drove his car out of the wilderness in the suburbs. The green wheat seedlings were like waves, and he felt a strong and endless loneliness.

Since then, Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan have involuntarily avoided this topic together. They maintained the peace on the surface, but seemed to be stalemate inside, and no one could convince anyone.

I spent half a year in awkward manner.

That day, Wei Qian was in his own office with half a cup of tea and hurriedly swallowing a loaf of bread for breakfast, preparing to start the whole day of work, but Sanpang suddenly came in: "Qian'er, Mr. Zhang is here."

Wei Qian didn't react for a moment: "Which Mr. Zhang?"

"Just that," Sanpang said, "Just the nominal shareholder when we were doing our first project, he always wanted to build a spaceship style from heaven. In fact, he was even more verbal than me. Brother Xiong asked us to come over and hurry up."

Mr. Zhang is a noble and cool person who is crazy. He is extremely difficult to contact at the beginning and always regards pretending as the top priority in life. However, after some understanding, people can find that he is from an alien, which is not in the world.

He is a brainless fan of Concept. Every time he talks about the word "concept", he is so excited that he has nails on his butt.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang enthusiastically delivered his personal speech in Lao Xiong's office. No one could get into his mouth with his high-profile talk. He had a bit of Mrs. Xiong's style - thanks to Lao Xiong being trained by his prodigal wife, he had no intention of being impatient at all.

When Mr. Zhang saw Wei Qian and Sanpang, he quickly stood up, ignored Wei Qian's hand and gave him a hug like a foreigner. The glowing water on his collar penetrated into Wei Qian's nose without warning. It was like mustard oil. It was so similar to mustard oil. It woke up his mind. Wei Qian hurriedly took a step back and turned his face and sneeze: "Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, I've caught a cold these two days."

Mr. Zhang smiled tolerantly, then ignored Sanpang's plan to embrace him according to local customs, grabbed Sanpang's pig's trotter with both hands, and shook it up and down: "Mr. Tan!"

Sanpang's facial expression was a little paralyzed, and he felt that he had been subjected to some subtle discrimination.

Mr. Zhang came from afar, hoping to find someone to cooperate with a new project. It is said to be a sea view resort villa project in City C. The old bear feasibility report has not yet been released, and Mr. Zhang has already made a big splash.

Wei Qian couldn't help but interrupt him and questioned: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhang, I have to interrupt. I heard that the entire area collapsed once a few years ago. Do you think there is really a value for investment there?"

"Good question." Mr. Zhang slapped the armrest of the chair, "I appreciate Mr. Wei's sharpness the most. But do you know, for rich people now, what is unreplicable? It's health and environment! The scarce seascapes and negative oxygen ions are our gimmicks. I also plan to use nearby economic forests to develop some vacation and entertainment projects and use a model similar to sanitation tourism to create this project. I have calculated the annual return on funds, which can be as high as 200%. Do you believe it?"

Old Xiong lowered his head and remained silent. Wei Qian and Sanpang looked at each other and both saw the same message from each other's expressions: the idiot had forgotten to take medicine when he woke up in the morning.

Last time they took a fancy to Mr. Zhang's connections and worked with him once. Strictly speaking, that cooperation was very pleasant. Mr. Zhang's attention was still mainly focused on the commercial streets, and he did not make too many mistakes about the style of surrounding residential buildings.

But even so, the concept of "this person is unreliable" has penetrated into Wei Qian and the others' hearts.

This man has a good background, is well-capitalized, and he can ruin it at will, which leads to his bad habits as an idealist.

His emotional intelligence is extremely low, and he is extremely unaware of people's faces. Of course, it doesn't matter - the most fatal thing is that he is using his imagination of writing novels and the romance of drawing comics to do real business.

Since the past partners have come to the door, Lao Xiong will take someone to follow Mr. Zhang even to give face.

The next day, just as the National Day holiday was about to take a break, they boarded the plane to City C without any concept of vacation.

Just before the plane took off, Wei Qian's heart suddenly stumbled. He didn't take it to heart at that time, because people would never feel too comfortable when they were overweight.

Once again, he ignored his magical premonition.

At that time, Wei Zhiyuan was in school, and Xiaobao was grinning and doing homework that he could not understand.

Mazi's mother came to visit his house and wrapped a curly wool with the help of Mrs. Song - she hoped to knit a pair of wool gloves for everyone before winter came.

Ma Zi's mother's scalded hands were not very straightforward, she couldn't break her teeth, and she was slow to move. Others knitting sweaters were several sticks and caught in her hands and flew up and down, but she could only knit them one by one. Sometimes the thread that was leaning on would fall, and sometimes a small hole would be broken because of a stitch.

Xiaobao said to them in a mess: "I want to be a student with special artistic talents in the college entrance examination. Sister Lulu said it should be OK, so that the requirements for cultural courses can be lower."

Old Mrs. Song said bluntly: "If you are a little lower, you can pass the exam? At least you are much lower."

"Don't always pour cold water on me!" Xiaobao stopped. After a while, she added weakly, "It's really much lower... Oh, Auntie, your lips are so dry. I'll pour you a glass of water?"

Old Mrs. Song quickly stopped her: "Don't get up, I'll go. You, as long as you study well, you don't have to worry about the family affairs."

She said, hanging the yarn she was holding on the back of the chair, and stood up slowly when she seemed to move, and smiled at Mazi's mother.

Suddenly, Old Mrs. Song rubbed her temples and complained in a low voice: "I got up and got angry, and I was a little dizzy."

Xiaobao said without raising his head, "You may have a little hypotension, just eat more."

Old Lady Song: "I eat more than your little cat food."

Xiaobao's mouth drooped: "My dance teacher doesn't let me eat it. She always thinks I'm fat. Where am I..."

Her voice stopped abruptly with a loud noise. Old Mrs. Song was somehow tripped by the legs of the chair. The old lady who had always been quick-legged actually fell to the ground with a big horse.

She never got up again.

Wei Zhiyuan was alone in a classroom at the time. He recently applied to the school to form a small club for "Cybersecurity and Procedure Research". He had just recruited a few people and had not yet reached a scale. He wanted to take his previous things as an example. When he was debugging, he received a call from Xiaobao.

Before he could fall down, Xiaobao's crying voice suddenly came out of the phone. Wei Zhiyuan carefully distinguished it twice before he realized that the sentence mixed with her crying was "Why did the big brother's phone turn off."

Wei Zhiyuan frowned: "He shouldn't have landed yet. What's wrong with you? Don't cry."
To be continued...