"Xiaobao said that I was poisoned deeply and I had no time left. I think she was right.

I felt very painful and didn't want to die. I don't know how to tell my brother.

I put two or fifty cents under the pillow. The teacher said that the things left by the dead were called Yi (yi) and I have a inheritance of two or five yuan. I want to buy a bottle of drink. I haven't drunk the glass bottle of soda, but I didn't buy it later. I think I'd better leave it to my brother, don't forget to take it away.

But I still want to drink it.

When I die, can you stop throwing me away? The teacher said that the dead will be buried underground. Can you bury me at the door of your house?

Although my life is very short (thinking zan means very short), it is very meaningful. I don’t know what it means. The teacher always says that a person’s life must have ‘meaning’, so I have it too.

My favorite person is my brother, and the second person I like is Xiaobao, it’s gone.

Although it makes sense, I still don’t want to die.”

Wei Qian woke up at four o'clock in the morning. He didn't know what dream he had. Maybe he dreamed of the past. When he opened his eyes, he remembered the suicide note written by Wei Zhiyuan when he was a child.

I don’t know if it was because I saw another suicide note.

This matter starts with Ma Chunming falling into the waterway in the middle of the night and calling for help.

Xiaobao was not at home at that time. Wei Qian wanted to go out and see, but he coughed severely that day, so Wei Zhiyuan refused to let him go out.

Generally, when Wei Qian encounters this situation, he will not argue with others. He will show that he is used to being the boss - using practical actions to show that I have the final say here, do you have any objections? Oh, sorry, I'm just listening.

Therefore, Wei Zhiyuan found that reasoning was ineffective, so he had to mess around. The moment Wei Qian went out, Wei Zhiyuan jumped out and blocked the door with his back. Then, with extremely fast movements and professional skills, he grabbed the tie hanging on the hood rack at the door, pulled and pulled, and a net, and a pocket. He tied Wei Qian's hands to the hook of the hood rack in three or five seconds.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't fight a high-tech knot, and he opened it as soon as he untied it. The victory was that his hands and feet were quick enough and his movements were fast enough. Taking advantage of the time when Wei Qian was tied up by him for a few seconds, he took out Wei Qian's car key, locked the door, and ran away quickly.

Wei Qian, his style of doing things at home and outside, is like a split personality. When encountering this situation outside, his first reaction is always to untie it, but at home, his first reaction is always to lose his temper and curse people first.

Wei Qian pulled the buckle that was tied with him without any patience, and then the hood buckle fell off, and the thing hanging on it fell all over the floor.

"Fuck." Wei Qian lowered his head and observed for a few seconds, and decided to throw it away before he ignored it.

But just as he was about to step over the cloaked hanger, he saw Wei Zhiyuan's bag hanging on it falling open, and two notebooks rolled out, one of which was spread out.

Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, worried that there were electronic equipment and other things in his bag, and he was afraid that it would be crushed, so he bent down and pulled out the bag that Wei Zhiyuan usually carried with him. At this time, he realized that Wei Zhiyuan's bag was extremely untechnical, and there was not even a pair of headphones inside, so he inserted a few pens, and the others were the two soft leather notebooks.

The book that was spread out on the ground was filled with all kinds of codes and notes that others could not understand, mixed with Chinese and English. Wei Qian turned over two pages with great interest. Although he didn't understand, he thought it was quite powerful. Then he patted the dust falling on it and put it aside.

He thought that the other was the same, so he picked it up and shook it gently. Unexpectedly, the thing was an old antique from a century, so he almost shook it apart. There was a bunch of messy things inside, and there were fallen pages, all of which fell down like snow.

Wei Qian said "tsk", picked up his trouser legs, squatted down and picked them up.

There are clippings of academic journals, and some are so-called essays written by Wei Zhiyuan himself. Finally, Wei Qian saw a napkin mixed with it, which looked wrinkled and full of words.

The handwriting was a kind of dark red and yellow color as rust. Wei Qian took it to his eyes and looked carefully. He suddenly realized that it was dry blood.

It was a true suicide note. Judging from the time of the signature, it was the second year when he left home and went abroad.

Wei Zhiyuan grew from eight to over twenties, and from a little monkey who was like a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, he became a returnee who now has five or six people. His style of writing suicide notes is almost unchanging, all trilogy.

He first explained what happened to himself - he encountered danger during a mountain climbing in the wild, and his supplies were almost gone, and he lost contact with the outside world. He was trying every means to save himself in an extremely harsh environment with a few unlucky companions. He wrote this suicide note to prevent anyone from burying him if he died.

The second part explains the inheritance - how to deal with his account, technology shares, etc.

Finally, he still summarized his own life.

However, this time, Wei Zhiyuan did not even know what the word "meaning" meant, just as he was when he was ignorant, so he said arrogantly that his life was short and meaningful. Wei Qian saw that he used something very fine to guide the whereabouts of the blood. Unlike the above two parts, his writing language was changed to Chinese.

"From my birth to death, I have been one confusing and sharp obsession after another. When I think back, there is nothing else. I understand Brother Xiong's words."

"It's just that if it ends here abruptly and fails to see you for the last time, it's still a great regret."

Below is a string of Wei Qian's names. The fragile paper surface was cut several times and was covered in blood.

Wei Qian carefully reached out and touched the surface of the old paper. In the thick and frizzy touch, it seemed to be mixed with some blood-red longing and pain on the other end of time and space.

How did his baby brother write his name on a napkin with blood when hunger and cold are almost desperate?

Those lines of blood words were like a wedge, mercilessly hitting Wei Qian's heart, leaving a string of indelible marks.

Later, despite his immorality, Wei Qian couldn't help but sit down and read Wei Zhiyuan's book filled with all kinds of things. He found that it turned out to be a diary. He bought it at the airport when Wei Zhiyuan went abroad. He did not write it every day. Sometimes it might take ten days and half a month in between. However, after such a long time, the book still had only the last few pages left.

The last article was written by him when he returned to China and ran into Wei Qian, and then sent him to read Xiaobao.

All struggle and redemption, extreme tenacity and extreme fragility, all melted between the lines.

Because of this, Wei Qian helped the coat rack up and restored his original appearance. When Wei Zhiyuan was ready to go home, he seemed to have nothing happened, and did not mention a word about someone who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one

In the early morning of winter, the sky is not as dawn as it is, and even the wind stops, and the surroundings are very quiet.

Wei Qian could only hear Wei Zhiyuan's steady breathing in his ears.

Wei Qian wanted to move, but Wei Zhiyuan tightly clamped him from hand to foot. His posture was like Old Grandet lying on a gold coin, restricting him to a small space, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Wei Qian didn't want to wake him up, so he tried to move slightly. Unexpectedly, Wei Zhiyuan, who was asleep, rebounded unconsciously. The hand that was leaning on him tightened, causing Wei Qian to almost breathlessly.

This brat speaks better than sings, and he almost packages himself as a miserable love saint without regrets, and Wei Qian almost believed it.

This unconscious action when he fell asleep completely betrayed Wei Zhiyuan.

"Little Bastard." In the end, Wei Qian had no choice but to pull out one hand and pull him off from him with difficulty.

Wei Zhiyuan was finally alarmed by him and asked in a daze: "Hmm? Brother?"

Wei Qian touched his head: "It's okay, I'll sleep with you."

After saying that, he got up, went to the toilet once, and then walked alone to the large balcony connected to the living room. The balcony was originally messy, and there was a place where people could sit. The others were piled up with debris. Later, Wei Zhiyuan transformed it into a small study. He bought a soft small sofa and a small coffee table with rattans, and lay a clean carpet underneath. If he wanted, he could sit on the ground. One side of the two sides was high bookshelves, and oil paintings were hung on the other side, and many small storage compartments were placed.

There was a cigarette and a lighter under the coffee table. Wei Qian took out one and was about to light it. He didn't know what he remembered, but hesitated for a moment and put it back.

Ice flowers are full of window lattices, and even the searchlights of cars that occasionally pass by cannot be used to such a high floor.

Wei Qian stretched out his legs and sat on the small sofa. He looked out of the unknown window for a while. The unlit cigarette was circling around his fingertips. Occasionally, he could smell the smell under his nose, and he would be satisfied.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of clear glass, and his eyes penetrated calmly, and the tranquility was as clear as the autumn moon in the flat lake.

The outline displayed in the dark is almost graceful.

Wei Qian rarely has such idle time to be idle and dazed, and no one can tell what he is thinking. He is like he has become a realistic and handsome statue, waiting for the rising sun.

"What can I give him?" When the night was late, this thought suddenly flashed through Wei Qian's mind.

Suicide letters are easy to write, because at the end of the day, people find that at best there are only a few things that are easy to write - where they come from, where they stop; what are left, what wishes there are... and the trajectory of this life, the trajectory of most people can actually be run through the whole story in one sentence.

Life and death are nothing more than this.

"If I find that I have too little time, what else can I leave for him?" Wei Qian thought this way. He felt very tired, and his waist muscles were faintly aching, but he was no longer sleepy and even wanted to sit here until dawn. He felt like a river that had been blocked for many years, suddenly washed away. He wanted to follow the thin stream of water to see where they would eventually flow.

However, Wei Qian failed to get what he wanted in the end, because it didn't take long for Wei Zhiyuan to find it out.

The young man rubbed his eyes, bent down and stretched out his hands from behind the sofa, intersected on Wei Qian's chest, put his chin on his shoulder, rubbed it with infinite attachment, and yawned and asked, "Why are you getting up? You feel uncomfortable?"

Wei Qian: "I can't sleep, get up and take a walk."

Wei Zhiyuan's eyelids were about to close. He blinked hard and pulled Wei Qian's hand: "The hands are cold, it's almost dawn. Can you lie back and lie down for a while?"

Wei Qian's thoughts that were cut off could no longer be connected, so he stood up with his hand. Wei Zhiyuan immediately became irritated on him without saying anything, and said coquettishly: "Brother, can you not go to work tomorrow?"

Wei Qian gave him a blank look: "Where can I get money if I don't go to work? Do I go to sell myself? Selling myself is a physical work, and I really can't do it if I continue for a long time."

Wei Zhiyuan laughed "hehe" and always felt unreal, like a dream where happiness came too quickly.

He even began to fear that it would be another illusion he made up to make fun of himself.

After the morning meeting the next day, Wei Qian said to Wei Zhiyuan without warning: "I asked the administrative person to book you a plane ticket, and the investment funds will be in place soon. If you go there, you need someone to connect with me."

He was driven away as soon as he succeeded. Wei Zhiyuan simply suspected that he did it on purpose. However, serious business is serious business after all, and it is not an investment for him alone. Wei Zhiyuan no longer has the intention to work, so he had to complain a few times in his heart and go back to pack his luggage.

The night before Wei Zhiyuan left, Sanpang first came.

Sanpang brought a message with a serious expression: "All Wang Dongliang's assets were frozen and the relevant personnel were controlled, but there was always a fish that missed the net - his brother-in-law who was particularly troublesome is gone. Now he is secretly wanted, and we suspect that he may come to you for revenge."

Wei Qian threw a piece of quitting smoking and chewing gum in his mouth, and said indifferently: "Come on, warm welcome."

Sanpang looked at the quit smoking and chewing gum in shock: "Did you quit smoking? Have you taken the wrong medicine?"

Wei Qian waved his hand: "The body is the capital of revolution. If you can't reach the ideological level of nouveau riche, don't talk nonsense, get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Zhiyuan opened the door with a smile and said to Sanpang: "San brother, I'll give you a gift."

Sanpang: "…"

This bastard is quite good at pointing out and hitting whatever he points.

Sanpang thought it was Wei Zhiyuan who forced Wei Qian to quit smoking, so when he left, he looked at the young man at the door in surprise, thinking that this kid can really have such a big impact on Wei Qian?

Sanpang couldn't tell whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was in a very subtle mood and left in depression.

I don’t know if it was the three fat crow’s mouth. Anyway, Wei Qian received a call not long after he left.

The other party asked in a submissive voice: "Hello, are you... your name is Wei Qian?"

Wei Qian first thought he was selling something, but before forcibly hang up, he couldn't help but sting someone: "You bought the personal information of residents at a discount, and you can't even see who it is. With your business quality, what things can you sell?"

After he said he wanted to hang up, the other party suddenly shouted: "Don't, don't hang up!"

The man on the phone seemed to be overly excited and his breathing was obviously heavy. He suddenly asked, "What is Wei? What is your mother's name?"

This strange question made Wei Qian stunned for a moment, and then he immediately realized who the person was and hung up the phone without hesitation.

After a while, a text message was sent to the number: "I know you don't want to recognize me, but you are bleeding from my blood after all. At least you can see me, okay?"
To be continued...