Wei Qian was simply afraid of Wei Zhiyuan.

Wei Qian has never been able to escape to the end. He always tries to face problems - since he has been a habit that no one has developed since childhood if he doesn't take care of the matter.

But he thought about it and didn't come up with a solution that could convince himself, so he had to continue thinking, and his head was almost bursting.

Fortunately, Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have seen that after he came back from the pond that day, he stopped pestering Wei Qian. He also had his own business to be busy with. Sometimes he would go out, sometimes he would lock himself in his room to work or hold online remote meetings. But I don’t know how he did it. Wei Qian felt that although the boy’s presence was not so strong, he could be everywhere!

Wei Zhiyuan's eyes belong to the larger crowd, and the ordinary ones cannot be seen when they are open. When they smile, they have a bit of peach blossom eyes. His eyes can scan a large area with just one glance. His eyes are as real and he will always bet on Wei Qian.

Sometimes gentle and sometimes focused... I can't bear it. What I can't bear is that sometimes Wei Zhiyuan pours water and gets some food, and will think of something that shouldn't be thinking about. At this time, his eyes will become very explicit, almost causing a traitor.

After a weekend of rest, Wei Qian was "rest" as if he was on his back.

Finally, it was Monday, and Wei Qian hid out of the company early in the morning. This perverted workaholic, looking at the various reports he had to review on the table, was relieved and refreshed.

When Wei Qian went to the Monday morning meeting, he was still thinking unhappy: What am I afraid of him? What are I guilty about?

Just as he was distracted, a person with a dazed expression suddenly came towards him and almost collided with him.

Wei Qian looked closely and found it was Ma Chunming, and he said angrily: "You just finished taking the drug? What's the image?"

Ma Chunming has a long melon-shaped face, pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, big eyes and double eyelids, and his eyes are a little convex. Overall, it can be said that it is not very consistent with the aesthetics of the people. Fortunately, he always smiles, and at least he can be regarded as a golden monkey with a kind expression, which is also popular.

But for some reason, he was wearing a sunny head, his steps were floating, his face was pale, his eyes were red, his eyes looked even more protruding, and his whole body became an ET with a big head, small and thin neck.

Ma Chunming looked at him with grievance, and successfully made Wei Qian, who had suffered a lot of eyes for a weekend, get goose bumps. Then Dr. Ma said to Wei Qian with a deep sorrow as if he was mourning: "Wei Dongzao."

"..." Wei Qian, "You're early."

Ma Chunming's eyes were dull and he passed by him in a daze.

Comrade Ma Chunming, his risk control consultant and executive vice president, is a person who loves work very much. Dr. Ma always remembers that he was hard-won to get this job, and it was like winning the prize unexpectedly until now. Therefore, he cherished it very much and always worked diligently.

But at this morning meeting, he was silent from the beginning to the end, and he was in a very dazed state. When Wei Qian asked about the weekly arrangements for risk control work, he called him twice, but Ma Chunming didn't hear it. Finally, the three fat group sitting opposite him hit his forehead, which made Dr. Ma, whose soul was leaving his body, noticed that there were so many stupid humans around him.

Ma Chunming: "Ah...I...I have nothing to add."

Wei Qian rolled his eyelids: "Have I asked you to replenish it?"

Ma Chunming's expression was confused, and the manager of the risk control department next to him quickly reported his work, and at least he made the scene pass.

Wei Qian glanced at Dr. Ma with a warning, but did not scan his face on the spot, but led him to his office after the regular meeting.

He sat behind the desk like a big devil, raised his legs and lit a cigarette, and asked Ma Chunming coldly with his eyes hanging down: "Doctor, I'll ask you, is the theme of our regular meeting today sleepwalking?"

Ma Chunming stood beside him, not daring to look up and speak.

After all, he was an old subordinate for many years. When Wei Qian saw his ghost appearance, he still felt a little human sympathy. So the next sentence eased his tone and said to him: "If there is anything at home, you can go back and deal with it first. It doesn't matter if you take two days off."

At this time, Ma Chunming suddenly asked, "...Is my career successful?"

Wei Qian: "Ah? What's the matter?"

Ma Chunming staggered to find a chair, sat on it, and began to complain to himself like Xianglin Sao: "You paid me such a high salary and asked me to take care of so many things. Sometimes I have the illusion that I am very successful, but what's the use? I will still be abandoned, no matter how hard I try, I will still be abandoned."

Wei Qian: “…”

He even forgot to send cigarettes into his mouth.

As Ma Chunming spoke, tears fell like rain, tears crackling, his expression was heart-wrenching, but he did not cry loudly in his voice, but just choked in a low voice.

Wei Qian: "Oh, is this a quarrel with your wife? Could it be that I always let you go on a business trip, which has affected the relationship between husband and wife?"

Ma Chunming finally couldn't help it, and he supported his elbows on his knees, covered his face with both hands, and arched his body, and collapsed: "I have been in love with her for three years and have been married for more than two years. I know that she is beautiful and has a good family background. I am a little unworthy of her. But for so many years, as long as I have it, I will get her whatever she wants. She wants to eat people's hearts, and I can also open my chest and cut it into slices and blow it up..."

"Please change to a less disgusting statement." Wei Qian wrinkled his nose. Hearing this passage, breakfast was a little up.

Ma Chunming turned a deaf ear: "...but why did she have to be with someone else on her back?"

Wei Qian was surprised: "What? How do you know? Did you see it?"

Ma Chunming wiped his tears: "I saw it with my own eyes. Didn't I just accompany my partner back from another place last night? I arranged their food and accommodation. When I sent them all to the hotel, I saw her and a man walking in with their hands on her hands. She didn't know that I came back yesterday...I...I stood outside the hotel all night."

He said, sucking his nose hard, and there were some symptoms of a cold.

"Wait, I have cold medicine," Wei Qian took out a few packs of cold medicine from the drawer and gave him, "Stand outside the hotel for a night? Oh, someone is shooting you and you are guarding the door - do you think you are sick?"

After all this situation, the man could even say such sympathetic and mean words to finish the attack. Ma Chunming suddenly burst into tears and was heartbroken.

Wei Qian waved his hand and wiped out the cigarette: "Well, tell me what you are going to do, divorce? sue? Or what? Do you think clearly who the bitch who hooked up with someone else's wife is? Or I'll find someone to check it out for you?"

"That's not the case!" Ma Chunming's voice rose, "I don't care who that person is! I have liked such a woman in my life. I know I'm not worthy of her, so I don't mind that I'm very kind to her and she only pays it back a little, but how could she trample on others' sincerity like this?"

The words "trampling on others' sincerity" are like a wasp tail needle, which stabbed Wei Qian in his heart regardless of lightness or severeness.

He couldn't help but think of Wei Zhiyuan.

While Wei Zhiyuan's transformation from fiery to deep feelings made Wei Qian unacceptable, he also vaguely felt a little panic - just like a child who is not very popular and has no sense of existence, suddenly became the panic when he was attracted by the attention of the crowd.

Let me give you an inappropriate analogy. A man who has been hungry for many years is suddenly stuffed with blood buns from two people. No matter how much his morality is rejected, he will be willing to eat it, and will not throw it away at will.

Ma Chunming: "Why did you keep me back then? Is it fun because I look like a monkey? I'm useless at all."

Wei Qian came to his senses by his howl, and was still absent-minded. He just comforted him dryly: "Okay, it's not your fault, don't underestimate yourself."

Ma Chunming heard his comfort and knew that he could not put down the wrongdoing and that he had performed well at this level, so he smiled miserably at Wei Qian: "Thank you."

Then the smile disappeared, leaving only miserable miserable: "You won't understand us losers. The abandoned people are like they are denied. I don't hate her, nor do I feel that it hurts the man's self-esteem. I...I can't find the meaning of my own existence..."

After Ma Chunming finished speaking, he stood up staggeringly: "Dr. Wei, I'll take two days off."

Wei Qian heard some other meaning and hurriedly said, "Hey, wait, come back!"

But Ma Chunming seemed to be really sad and didn't hear it. He left his office with a walking corpse.

Wei Qian had to hang up the inside phone and said to Xiao Fei: "You call someone... Well, just Mr. Ma's assistant. I've watched him more than two days. Why do I think he is going to buy a hemp rope to hang it?"

After a while, Xiao Fei knocked on the door of his office and held a coat in his hand: "I'm asking someone to watch Mr. Ma."

Wei Qian stared at the thing in her hand for a while: "It seems to be my clothes?"

"Well, Xiaoyuan just sent it, saying that the temperature will drop in the afternoon." Xiaofei hung her clothes at the door, "I haven't seen you for several years, and I didn't dare to recognize you just now."

Xiao Fei said as she took out a tea bag from the drawer, picked up Wei Qian's cup well-trainedly, and made a steaming cup of tea for him; "I heard about Mr. Ma, his wife is quite unkind. In fact, for some people, love is like a high-end copy of the family and parent-child relationship when they were young. It was suddenly lost, just like being thrown away by a child by his parents. It even feels painful to think about it."

Wei Qian: "...The child was thrown away by his parents? Where did he follow this?"

Xiao Fei shrugged: "Of course not everyone is like this, but there are indeed some people who have that kind of relationship. Maybe because they really have deep feelings. After being together for a long time, they are prone to rely on each other and try their best to please like a clumsy child or a puppy... Mr. Ma has a good temper. I think he is very pitiful. He is surrounded by his woman happily, thinking that he is working so hard outside for her, but he is not interested at all, so he kicks him away with one kick."

She spoke vividly, and a scene emerged in Wei Qian's mind. On a late autumn night, Ma Chunming was muffled with his tail, squeezing his neck and shoulders, and stood at the entrance of the hotel like a bamboo pole.

The protagonist of that scene suddenly changed, and in his unrestrained thoughts, he became Wei Zhiyuan.

Wei Qian suddenly shuddered and looked up and asked Xiaofei: "Where is the person?"

Xiaofei: "Who?"

"Where is Xiaoyuan?"

Xiao Fei said inexplicably: "I'm back home. I saw that he talked to the people in the investment department before leaving. It seemed to be about investing in that game. Then he said that you hate being quarrels and won't disturb you."

Wei Qian waved his hand and asked her to go out.

He suddenly couldn't stand the materials in front of him, and the words floated in front of him one by one, and could not jump into his eyes. Wei Qian raised his head and leaned heavily on the back of the chair, covering his face with one hand.

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan..." He muttered weakly in his heart, and finally closed it in an echoing sigh.

I can die of worry.

When the frost falls, the maple leaves turn red.

Wei Qian put his hands in his pockets, mingled among the crowds of people on the autumn outings of the city, waiting for Wei Zhiyuan who was taking photos with great enthusiasm.

He still can't figure out why he agreed. It seems that the cause was Ma Chunming and Xiao Fei. The two bastards were discussing it and they both thoughtfully or unintentionally touched his heart, making him feel like he met a creditor every time he saw Wei Zhiyuan.

Later, Ma Chunming did not seek any death and came back to work. He seemed to have a talk with his wife. The two planned to divorce. Sanpang was planning to help him find a lawyer and break up the gang.

Ma Chunming was not in a state at all, and he was as listless as taking rat medicine all day long.

Every time Wei Qian saw him, he couldn't help but think about Wei Zhiyuan. At the beginning, the vague panic and guilt gradually became stronger and stronger.

Even when Wei Zhiyuan said he wanted to go to the suburbs to see the red leaves, Wei Qian thought to himself: "Is he full?"

But hesitated for a moment and agreed against his will: "Okay."

The bells from a temple halfway up the mountain came from my ears. A little girl, four or five years old, ran over under his feet and said in a slight voice: "The stone path of Hanshan is slanted from afar."

Seeing Wei Qian look at her, the little girl jumped around on the spot for a few times, not recognizing her life. She seemed to show her ability, and shouted at him again: "The frost leaves are redder than the February flowers!"

"A naughty child, you are quite good at pinching your head and tail." Wei Qian thought, squeezed out a fake smile at her and let out a smoke ring. He sighed again in his heart, "I am fucking a loss of power and humiliating the country!"

The two of them walked side by side to the temple in the mountains. Only then did Wei Qian remember that this seemed to be the place where Lao Xiong became a monk.

Wei Zhiyuan looked like that. He made a standard move incense and buckles, which attracted many pilgrims to follow suit. However, Wei Qian ignored this and held his hands behind his back. He stood indifferently waiting for him.

Perhaps some monk thought that this donor was too unfamiliar to even be perfunctory and was very disrespectful to the Buddha, so he walked over to him, bowed and clasped his hands and said, "The donor is a destined person, please draw a lottery."

Wei Qian shook his head.

The monk said with kindness: "Today, those who are destined to agree to the sign for free, so donor draw one, it doesn't matter."

The little monk was very entangled. Wei Qian was already quite bored, and finally he pulled one out like a joke. He saw four poems written on it that were not divided into different levels and tones, which seemed to be inconsistent.

When the little monk saw it, he was immediately shocked: "Oh, donor, this is the sign!"
To be continued...