Chapter 1 Wedge

winter solstice.

Shanghai was particularly cold this year, with a cold wave invading several times. By the end of the year, two snow particles had fallen.

Tang Qichen drove to the company. He didn't sleep all night. He sat in the back seat and pinched his eyebrows, but his heart was still unresolved.

At ten o'clock, the landline number called.

He interrupted the meeting and stood up and walked outside to answer.

The other end of the phone said: "Xiao Huo's affairs are a bit difficult, and the Fu family is unwilling to reconcile."

Tang Qichen silently said that he knew.

Half a month ago, Huo Liming had a quarrel with the young master of the Fu family, and then turned to each other. Fu Guangming was beaten to the ground and was carried back.

This ancestor was not a good man, so he insisted on dealing with the one named Huo.

In the evening, Tang Qichen found someone.

The dark sky looked like an airtight curtain, and the light outside the window was weak, which outlined the young man on the sofa with a neat figure.

Tang Qichen hooked up a chair and sat opposite him, saying, "Go and apologize in person, I can protect you once more."

As soon as Tang Qichen came in, Huo Liming subconsciously sat upright. When he heard this, he was still stubborn and never bowed his head. His eyes were written with rebellious words - "I don't."

Tang Qichen didn't say anything, his eyes were quiet, like the moonlight flowing, just looking at him.

Huo Liming was defeated and his eyes moved, and he finally said in a hoarse voice: "He scolded me, slandered me, and spread rumors outside all day long."

Tang Qichen said coldly, "So many people scolding you, can you call me?"

Huo Liming's eyes were as calm as a rock: "I recognize what I have done, and don't think about falling on my head if I have never done it."

There are many people who scold me, unless I don’t let me hear it, or I will hit one or the other.”

Tang Qichen said: "The evidence on the table is not good for you now. If you make trouble again, do you know what this means?"

Entangled, investigated, and held accountable.

He will bear the shadows throughout his life.

Huo Liming's eyes were firm and he competed with him with silence.

Tang Qichen: "I have limited patience."

Then, he didn't say much, got up and left.

The driver waited downstairs for a long time, and the heat in the car was around. Tang Qichen coughed twice.

He closed his eyes with his head resting on the cushion, and his thoughts were like a long tide of night sea.

The choice at a certain intersection can change a person's life into a world.

But in fact, Tang Qichen occasionally doubted his choice at that time.

Ten years ago, he went on a business trip to a county-level city in Jiangsu to negotiate gold mining procurement projects.

When the car was parked on the side of the road waiting for the party, I saw three or two young men outside the window.

It was midsummer, and Tang Qichen still remembered that the young man stood in the middle, tall and long, just like the camphor tree behind him.

His face was hidden in the shade of the trees, not hiding the hostility in his eyes.

The other two urged: "Just teach him a lesson and scare him."

As he said that, he stuffed a long knife into his hand.

The young man's wrist trembled, and the hostility in his eyes was replaced by hesitation.

At that time, Huo Liming was thirteen or fourteen years old, washed an old white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and sneakers on his feet were Huili.

Life is just beginning, but the direction is not yet clear.

Tang Qichen slid down the car window, ordered the driver to honk twice, and said to him: "Come here."

The young man seemed to finally break free from the suffocation of "ghost pressing the bed". He quickly pushed the knife back, like a fish swimming hard from the stinky ditch to the clean pond, facing the bright summer sun, running towards Tang Qichen.

“Where is your home?

Send you back."

"I don't have a home."

He said.

Tang Qichen, a rebellious young man, saw a lot of things and asked again: "Where are the parents?"

"Dead."

Tang Qichen was stunned and looked at each other silently for two seconds. He nodded slightly and asked the driver to drive.

The car was driving far away, and in the rearview mirror, the young boy was still moving, his eyes sticking to the body of the car.

Tang Qichen put down his overlapping legs and "stop."

...

He sent Huo Liming to school, but the boy skipped classes and failed the subject, and he had no intention.

He sent Huo Liming to learn a craft, and he would always be able to keep a living, but he would leave it alone again and again.

Huo Liming seems to have never been reluctant to live a stable life, and his temper has been gradually fading over the years.

But he was just restrained, like a beast trapped in a cage, and the key was in his own hands.

The only thing that can be affirmed is that he regards Tang Qichen as his benefactor and even more of a relative.

He was at ease in the mud.

However, in the sea of ​​life, you cannot always pursue the joy of the world, so you should have an accurate scale.

It was sunny and dark again at night.

Tang Qichen's tightly pursed lips slightly loosened, he picked up his cell phone and said, "Send him to leave Shanghai."

The secretary was surprised, "Leave?"

Tang Qichen said in a deep voice: "Now."

It was a sunny day, and the city was clear and transparent after rain and snow for several days.

Huo Liming's height is very eye-catching among the bustling crowd.

He didn't even bring a suitcase, and a backpack was sagging on his shoulders.

Station Broadcast: "Parents of the G369 train from Shanghai South to Qingli should be careful. Ticket checks will be stopped in five minutes. Please hurry up..."

Huo Liming put his hands in his pockets, walked a few steps and stopped, turned around and looked back at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Then his expression was meaningless, his spine was straight and his long legs were stalked into the crowd.
Chapter completed!