Wei Zhiyuan didn't know how he came here, and he had to use one word to say that period of time, which was "dark and sunny".

At first, he was angry.

To Sanpang, to that unknown strange girl, and even Xiaobao who doesn’t know the truth.

Wei Zhiyuan felt that he was isolated by the whole world, and no one cared about his efforts. He saw helplessness and tolerance due to emotions in Sanpang's expression.

But why should he be tolerated by others?

Has he done anything wrong?

He was like a man in a cloak of wind and snow, unable to see his fingers along the way, only that lighthouse attracted him with a faint and unique light.

Now, they have to seize even this little thing.

Anger is a short-lived emotion, like a handful of sand, which will either be quickly blown away by the wind, or settle into deep, stone-like resentment.

After that, Wei Zhiyuan's emotions slid towards the latter.

Resentment is like a seed that has been buried in his heart for twenty years, buried so deeply, so like a thorn in his throat, and it will break out of the ground after a little wind and rain, growing into a towering tree connected by flesh and blood.

Crazy hatred permeated every corner of his heart - like a corpse, even though it was hidden, it could not block the decay smell - even the usual careless Xiaobao noticed something wrong with him, and his voice was octave lowered whenever he talked to him.

His resentment was directed at everyone, so it was less intense when it was shared on everyone's heads, only Wei Qian.

Wei Zhiyuan himself has been for many years, and he can't even explain clearly that his feelings for his elder brother are so strong that they are so sticky that they are even now almost indistinguishable from love and hate.

If you love so deeply, you will wish you could eat your bones, your flesh, and your blood.

Wei Zhiyuan's mental state was in a dangerous state of extreme numbness and extreme sensitivity, and some kind of storm was brewing.

At this moment, Wei Qian came back.

When Wei Qian got off the plane, he was confused. He sent Ma Chunming to buy him a large cup of strong tea at the airport and poured it in. He barely refreshed his mind. He rushed to the headquarters for a meeting to report on the key points of the recent work.

By the time he returned home exhausted, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

It was hot in the south, and he was wearing a thin shirt inside. He hurriedly wrapped his coat when he got here, but the little cold wind from the north still kept pouring into his clothes. Wei Qian entered the house with a cold air, and his exposed skin turned white.

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

He walked out like a sleepwalking, feeling that the eldest brother standing at the door was as if he had bumped into his eyes alive, causing pain.

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

Wei Zhiyuan couldn't speak. After a while, he responded like a walking corpse, walked into the kitchen, took two eggs, began to cut diced vegetables, and planned to stir-fry the remaining bowl of rice.

Wei Qian said outside: "Xiaoyuan, don't be so troublesome. I can take the leftovers and eat a few bites."

Wei Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear to him.

He seemed to have to do something to maintain his apparent peace.

Wei Qian thought he didn't hear it, and was steamed by the heat in the room, and the lazy tendons all over his body suddenly began to get entangled. He paralyzed on the sofa like a boneless person, threw his suitcase aside, and turned on the TV.

When Wei Zhiyuan came out with a bowl of fried rice, Wei Qian was already leaning against the sofa and fell asleep.

Wei Zhiyuan's breathing stopped with his steps.

The big bowl on the palm of his hand began to get hot, but his hands seemed to be numb and could not feel it at all.

Wei Qian's body shrank into a small corner with the soft cushion of the sofa. Before he could put down his legs, he pressed his hands on the remote control without having time to put them down. The other hand was crossed in front of his chest aggrievedly, leaning on the back of the sofa, and his chin was almost completely retracted into his collar. His face was bloodless, and fine dry skin and cracks broke out on his dry lips, and the ups and downs of his chest seemed so insignificant.

...It seems like he is dead.

Wei Zhiyuan heard his heart beating heavily.

In his extensive and unrestrained reading, he has seen many stories about making living people into specimens. He used to be just a curiosity and never took it to his heart. At this moment, similar thoughts were like a flash of lightning, which "slammed" and shattered his broken spiritual world.

If that person...cannot speak again, can never open his eyes, and can never see others again...

Wei Zhiyuan felt that there must be some kind of gene in his bones that belonged to the criminal. He began to walk forward uncontrollably and slowly approached the unconscious Wei Qian, staring at him as if he was obsessed with it.

Old Mrs. Song, who was on her ear, had already slept, and Xiaobao had not finished her evening self-study yet.

Closer... closer.

Nearly, you can hear Wei Qian's thin and steady breathing sounds and see his unmoving eyelashes.

At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan's heart was filled with sadness without warning, as if a river suddenly broke through the dam, ruthlessly dispersing the cold murderous intent that was crowded in his internal organs. He heard the sound of rushing down like a tide. After a long time, he struggled to distinguish the sound of his heart that was pressing to the bottom of the water. It was a simple and simple sentence...

Why did he lose weight?

The imaginary resentment and the living person tear apart the love and desire in Wei Zhiyuan's heart.

They were heartbroken, and then they fought to the death and finally came to the almost desperate Qingjing together.

Only unforgettable feelings can overwhelm the innate paranoia. Wei Zhiyuan knew that he would never be able to move such feelings again in his life.

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

...I wake up, I'm almost unable to bear it anymore. Please see me, I can break my bones and lose my soul for you.

Nothing happened later. After Wei Qian was woken up by him, he killed a large bowl of fried rice at the speed of light. He swallowed it directly without even chewing it. Then he swayed and pulled his suitcase back to the house. Unexpectedly, he saw the good things Sanpang did - he could enter and exit his room freely and do such boring things without thinking about it.

Wei Qian didn't like to guess the people around him, and he was even more lazy to think deeply about what Sanfat means. He just felt that the fat man was so idle that he cursed himself: "Fuck me, fat man."

Then he tore off the packaging box and threw it away. After taking a look at the lighter, he couldn't tell how much it was worth. He stuffed it into the drawer, finally placing Feng Ning's photo over, finding a corner and stuffed it up.

In his eyes, this was just a small prank by Sanpang, so small that he couldn't even talk about adjusting his life, and he forgot about it in a blink of an eye.

He did not notice the upside down in Wei Zhiyuan's heart at all.

That day was the first day of the second month of the old calendar. It seemed that spring was about to begin, but there was no spring. It was gloomy all day, as if it was holding back a heavy snow, and the river water did not bloom. Spring was forgotten in the cold weather.

The project crisis in City C was officially lifted, and the entire company ushered in a late annual meeting and an extremely generous year-end bonus.

I don’t know if my mental state is too relaxed, but Wei Qian got up late that day. Sanpang ran to knock on his door when he was about to set off, and then he dug him out of the bed.

Wei Qianbing cleaned himself up in a mess and hurriedly went out, but he threw nothing but noticed nothing.

On the way, Sanpang was still asking Wei Qian tentatively: "What did Xiaoyuan tell you?"

"Xiaoyuan?" Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, "What did you tell me?"

Sanfat's eyes turned around and quickly made a fuss and fooled him. During this period, he had been nervous, fearing that Wei Zhiyuan would do something irrational to hurt others and himself. However, Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have turned into a squin, saying nothing and doing nothing.

Sanpang thought: It’s strange... Don’t you hold on to any big ideas?

Sanpang: "Oh, by the way, the evening party, and the celebration banquet, do you know?"

Wei Qian: "Yes."

Sanpang: "The invitations from the major shareholder and all the partners in the past have been delivered, and the family members can also bring them... Oh, by the way, I even called Feng Ning."

Wei Qian rolled his eyes.

Sanpang immediately warned: "You have agreed to it with a red mouth and white teeth!"

Wei Qian had no choice but to wave his hand and let him go.

As a result, at the celebration banquet in the evening, Mr. Zhang came out to make trouble again and suggested that they hang out the real-life pictures of the project in City C so that everyone can enjoy the joy together.

Although Mr. Zhang is the culprit who made them so dirty, he still has to give face after all. After all, Wei Qian found out that he was anxious by Sanpang in the morning and forgot to take it out at all, so he had to call his home temporarily and ask Wei Zhiyuan, who happened to be at home, to send it to him.

When Wei Zhiyuan arrived downstairs of their company, the chairman's secretary was waiting for him, and hurriedly came up to him and said kindly: "You are Mr. Wei's younger brother, right? He asked me to pick you up downstairs."

The chairman and secretary are in his thirties, and look pure, but they can split a rough man without excessive personality. As soon as the spring breeze finished speaking to Wei Zhiyuan, he answered a call and began to glar and curse: "You said you put the speech on his desk? Are you expecting Mr. Wei to discover it yourself? Why don't you expect Columbus to discover the new world again? Just you kids, can you do things carefully? I remind you how many times you have to hand it over to him in person, and tell him with your mouth that this is the opening before the dinner begins. It's not a congratulatory message sent by some inexplicable partners! If you don't tell him that there is such a thing, he dares to go up and bow and tell everyone that you are good to eat and drink. Do you believe it?"

Then, she realized that she seemed to be complaining to the boss in front of her younger brother, and quickly squeezed out a smile at Wei Zhiyuan. With her extremely fast face-changing speed, she said in a weak and gentle voice like a Japanese woman: "Are you still a student? Alas, the job of these people is to pay attention to these trivial matters for the boss that they don't need to pay attention to. It's more interesting to go to school when you think about it."

Wei Zhiyuan smiled politely at her, but he recalled what the woman in front of him had just said.

Do you expect him to discover it yourself?

Tell him with your mouth...

The elevator arrived soon, and the secretary took the things Wei Zhiyuan brought and carefully arranged the location for him: "Thank you, I'll go there for a special trip. Director Wei asked you to take his car back after dinner. I'll tell my sister if you have something to take care of."

After saying that, she ran away like a firecracker with rabies while walking on her "fire track", Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and saw his brother.

Wei Qian was wearing a formal outfit, putting one hand in his pocket, and the hem of the top was folded a little by his wrist. The slightly raised side revealed his waist, and the tie on his neck was the one that Wei Zhiyuan bought for him. He was holding a piece of paper that someone had just handed him to him - probably the opening remark that the secretary lady said just now.

He looked impatient and seemed to want to say something. An old bald man walked towards him. He had to temporarily put away his personal emotions and smiled just right.

Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with good eyes until the lights in the audience dimmed.

He watched Wei Qian fold the stupid paper and stuffed it into the cup of the chairman's secretary, walked onto the stage empty-handedly, making a brief and decent opening.

The only light in the hall followed him, and everyone's eyes followed him.

Wei Zhiyuan thought of more things uncontrollably - the boy who slapped a wild dog with a brick more than ten years ago was amused by the "authorized letter" that had been over for a long time, and he walked over and picked him up, asking him to let go of the iron tube in his hand, the smell of ointment and smoke dyed like time, and the scars on his body in the middle of the night in a foreign hotel...

Cold, firm, gentle, anxious, angry, helpless… all the expressions on that person’s face.

The banquet of drinking and chatting began, and everyone was as relaxed and happy as if they were relieved.

Wei Zhiyuan had no appetite - he saw the girl in the photo. She seemed to be a little more beautiful than in the photo. She stood next to Sanpang, looked at Wei Qian shyly, and lowered her head embarrassedly.

Is it her?

With Wei Zhiyuan's intelligence, he calmed down later and actually guessed that his brother and this girl had not started yet. It was probably because Sanpang deliberately stimulated him... But so what?

They can start now.
To be continued...