Wei Qian's reaction was very plain. He had no expression in either the photos, Wei Zhiyuan's words or the sudden call. He raised his hand and pressed it down, signaled Wei Zhiyuan to sit down first, and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Wang."

Wang Dongliang first sighed and said, "Hey, you are coming to our hometown all the way to participate in our city construction. Where are I? Hehe, I'm not doing well, and there are only a few people in the local area who can look familiar and have a little face. Before I could have time to invite Mr. Wei to a meal? I wonder if Mr. Wei will give this face?"

Wei Qian sneered gently, not knowing whether it was ridiculous or sarcastic. Then his eyes fell on the corner of his desk and his fingers gently tapped. Wei Zhiyuan immediately understood his spirit, took the cigarette box over, lit one and handed it to him.

"Mr. Wang is so polite."

Wang Dongliang laughed cheerfully: "Where, I have heard of Dong Wei for a long time. You are a talented man and capable... Oh, to be honest, we two have a lot of connections."

Wei Qian kept squirting the ashes: "What do you mean?"

"You also know that Brother Wang, I, like to make friends. Heroes don't ask where they come from. These friends are from all walks of life and come from everywhere. Some of them may have made some mistakes when they were young. Haha, of course, now they are all prodigals. Now there is one of my friends, who is 60 years younger this year, with a surname Ji and Ji Xuewen. I wonder if you have any impression of it."

Wang Dongliang, the gangster, spoke so roundaboutly. Wei Qian frowned and could not react immediately. He was barking. After hesitating for a moment, Wei Qian cautiously answered his voice: "I have never heard of who your friend is."

Wang Dongliang started his long and long speech like a donkey without a donkey. He felt a lot of emotion about life impermanence, and sometimes there were a few Tang and Song lyrics that looked at the head and didn't care about his butt. He was so sour as if he had forgotten to put sugar. Wei Qian took advantage of this gap and smoked three cigarettes... The fourth one was forcibly taken down by Wei Zhiyuan and took it away.

Finally, Wang Dongliang ran around the earth and returned to the topic.

"Indeed," said the hooligan, "So many years have passed. Mr. Wei is indeed young. I probably don't remember what happened earlier. It's a coincidence that Ji Xuewen was imprisoned the year you were born, and he has a lot of connection with your mother..."

Until this time, Wei Qian's face changed for the first time.

I heard Wang Dongliang slowly spit out the following words over there: "No, how can you say it has a lot of origin? Brother Wang is not educated, and his mouth is always not meaningful, so don't care. Although there is no normal marriage relationship, without him, there will be no you. How do you say this? That... blood is thicker than water..."

Wei Qian suddenly interrupted him: "Mr. Wang is planning to open a business and pay a reward for your guests. Just give me a father? Then this father is really cheap."

Wang Dongliang laughed proudly: "Why is Mr. Wei talking so hard? Why? Isn't you serving me today? I don't feel very good? But just looking at the appearance, Mr. Wei doesn't look very much like my friend. Mr. Wei should be more like his mother. When my friend saw your photo, he looked straight and said that his eyebrows were really not bad at all. As expected, the old saying goes, "Give birth to a son, mother, daughter, father, father,"... Hahahaha, I've said too much, of course, brother, I'm an outsider. If I talk too much about your "family", I'll be annoying. Still the same thing, I must come another day. Brother, I have to treat you well and invite you to the most distinctive place in our local area. There is a 'living restaurant', and living people are all beautiful, bright, thick eyebrows and big eyes. Mr. Wei will definitely be good at this. Don't be polite to me then."

As soon as the words "Birth of a son and mother" were expressed, the blue veins on Wei Qian's forehead jumped out, and Wei Zhiyuan obviously felt his breathing.

However, Wei Qian did not show any clues in Wang Dongliang. After patiently listening to his entire meaningful nonsense, the corner of his mouth gently pulled it and said with a smile: "Mr. Wang has a really good appetite. It seems that I must accompany you to have fun, brother."

The moment he put down the phone, Wei Qian let out a breath, and it felt like he had been holding it in for a while, his breath trembled a little. His lips seemed to be frozen, blue and white, without a trace of blood.

Wei Zhiyuan called him softly: "Brother..."

Wei Qian didn't respond, and Wei Zhiyuan leaned over and pinched his shoulder across the table: "Brother!"

Wei Qian seemed to come back to his senses. He raised his head and looked at Wei Zhiyuan with a steady look, then slowly bent down, took out a document from the drawer and handed it to Wei Zhiyuan, and said weakly: "This is drafted by the Investment Department. The legal person has read the cooperation agreement about your game. You can take it and communicate with the manager in charge if you have any questions."

Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to say something, Wei Qian lowered his eyes: "Go out first and let me stay by myself for a while."

Wei Zhiyuan frowned, and Wei Qian's voice slightly raised: "Go out."

Wei Zhiyuan saw that he was upset and did not want to make things worse for him at this time, so he silently picked up the draft contract on the table, turned around and walked out, and gently brought the door.

It was already off work, and Wei Qian didn't come out of his office. The headquarters was almost gone. Wei Zhiyuan just wandered around and knocked on his door: "Brother? It's time to go home?"

There was no movement inside for a long time. Wei Zhiyuan was about to raise his hand and knock on the door when the door opened from inside.

Wei Qian's face looked extremely ugly. He took out the car key from his pocket and handed it to Wei Zhiyuan, and explained: "You drive it."

There is nothing else to say.

"I talked a lot with your department manager this afternoon, which is quite interesting... Oh, brother, do you still have any food at home? Buy some later, what do you want to eat?"

Wei Zhiyuan tried to raise a topic, but Wei Qian either simply responded or simply leaned on the seat sickly without saying a word.

In the end, Wei Zhiyuan was also silent. When he entered the community, he slowed down to a speed similar to his bicycle, slowly drove into the community lane, and evenly out one hand to wrap Wei Qian's back - the hand was cold.

Wei Qian just opened his eyes, glanced at him indifferently, and closed it again.

He neither protested in action nor retreated, it seemed to be just a kind of numbness of self-deprecation.

There is definitely something wrong, Wei Zhiyuan thought.

It was not until Wei Zhiyuan drove the car into his garage that Wei Zhiyuan heated up his hands. Wei Qian opened a slit of his eyes, which had been closed, as if the microcirculation had just recovered. He moved his stiff fingers and asked Wei Zhiyuan slowly: "Is it easy to touch?"

Wei Zhiyuan saw that he had a good idea and then he stopped the rules and withdrew his paws: "Brother, are you okay?"

Wei Qian: "Yes."

After saying that, he untied his seat belt and got out of the car, and walked straight upstairs. Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly caught up with him: "Brother, I want to do the photo..."

Wei Qian walked in front with his back to him, raised one hand, and raised two fingers: "Let's talk about this."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Ah?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, Xiaobao is still at home."

Xiaobao was lying on a coffee table with Alex to look at the old photos - this was what Alex begs for so long. Out of the hospitality of the simple people, Song Xiaobao naively agreed to him for a moment and soon regretted it.

Jian A originally intended to visit the handsome guy in childhood. Who knew that he soon found a more fun person - Song Xiaobao in childhood, and he sneered inhumanely.

"Hahahaha, how could you grow up like this when you were a child? It's so bizarre! Lili, secretly tell me, how many swords did you use in Smida Country to obtain the current disguised human identity? It doesn't matter, I won't interrogate what your purpose is for coming to the earth, tell me."

Song Xiaobao: "What! How ugly is it that?"

Jian A showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth and said seriously: "No, girl, it's not ugly at all. It's just that by human standards, the situation is a little bit tragic."

Song Xiaobao: “…”

Jian A leaned closer and observed her: "Aren't you myopia? Oh, fortunately, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to wear glasses when you were a child, right? A little girl tied her glasses with a thread all day long to her head, just like a patient who had just undergone a brain-dead treatment surgery. Tsk, how miserable it is."

Song Xiaobao glared at him.

Her eyes were not lethal to A. Alex casually flipped over his rare old photo album and said, "Last time, you told me that the eldest brother in the family was a kiss, the second brother is not right? Alas, you just want to be like your eldest brother... Hey, fuck, who is this?!"

The last page of the album is a woman.

Due to the age and photography technology, the woman's expression looks a bit stiff, with curly hair that looks very vulgar now, with blood-red lips, her cheeks become thin and concave, her face is dull, her eyes are numb, and she is trying to squeeze out an unnatural smile.

Logically speaking, this photo should be very destructive. Maybe even Xi Shi could be photographed as a saltless woman, but Alex stared at the woman's face for a long time. If Xiaobao hadn't known that he was about to bend out of his pi, he would have thought that he fell in love with the woman in the photo at first sight.

"Beautiful..." Alex murmured for a while.

Xiaobao said in confusion: "Ah? It's so beautiful, how stupid it was to shoot."

Alex waved her hand: "You don't understand - you see, she is like a wax-made dummy, her whole body is stiff, and she stands unnaturally in front of the camera. There is something particularly gray in her eyes, which makes her eyes look dull and her expression dull. At first glance, she is just an ordinary middle-aged woman, but when you carefully distinguish, you find that this woman looks really... beautiful, just like..."

He seemed to suddenly lose his word and gesture for a long time before he said incoherently: "Do you know that the petals on the outer side have turned into dying brown-yellow. You can see the shriveled plant veins inside, only the little broken vitality on the center of the flower, with the water vapor that is about to disappear..."

Song Xiaobao said: "Don't you just want to say that the flowers are broken and willows are broken?"

"Hao! Do you have an aesthetic? If you can't say it, shut up. I find that you can't spit out ivory from your dog." Alex squirted her angrily, and then he lowered his head and looked at the photo intrigue, and whispered, "There is a kind of beauty that is about to be destroyed. When you see it, you will unconsciously imagine what the flower looks like when it blooms at its peak... Alas, who is this person?"

"My mother." Song Xiaobao said, drawing out the photo and looking at the date marked on it. "I don't remember what she looks like, what my brother said... Oh, she should have started taking drugs at this time. No wonder she is as thin as this skinny and bone-skinned look."

Alex suddenly woke up. He seemed to have touched Xiaobao's sad things. He immediately came back from the state of a fanatical photography enthusiast and said embarrassedly: "Lili, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, I don't have any impression of her." Song Xiaobao shrugged heartlessly, and added, "I don't have any for my dad either."

At this moment, Wei Qian and Wei Zhiyuan came back. Wei Qian's eyes couldn't help but fall on the photos in Xiaobao's hand. There was no joy or anger on his face. He just walked over, packed his mother's photos back into the album, and then patted Song Xiaobao's head: "What are you playing with? Photos that aren't fun."

Although Alex wanted to stay for a while and looked at the handsome man to be pleasing to his eyes, he observed his expression and found that Wei Qian's face was not depressed, so he had to say goodbye within five minutes and went to the hotel where he was staying.

Wei Qian cheered up and chatted with Xiaobao for a few words, and went back to the house before nine o'clock.

When he arrived in his room, Wei Qian closed the door and pinched his eyebrows hard - he had a split headache.

Wei Qian just washed up and rolled onto the bed without even wiping his hair. Soon, he fell asleep physically and mentally exhausted. Before he fell asleep completely, he ran through the whole day in his mind. Finally, he was frozen in the old photo that was held in his hand by Xiaobao.

He first dreamed of reworking his old dream in a daze, dreaming of leaning against a pregnant woman when he was a child, listening to her telling stories about rivers and children.

Then the voices of women and schooling disappeared, and the story seemed to have a follow-up.

The woman's plump cheeks were concave, and the already tall nose seemed to be so sharp that it was about to poke through the sky, her eyes became more gloomy and numb, and her red lips always seemed to be full of crazy silence.

Wei Qian seemed to have returned to his youth. As soon as he pushed the door, he saw the woman standing in front of Xiaobao's bed, holding her drug-taking needle in her hand, staring at the little girl on the bed.

The heartless little girl sleeps so hard that she doesn't know what she is doing.

Wei Qian's scalp exploded, walked over in two steps, pushed the woman away, blocking Xiaobao's bed: "What are you doing?"

The woman became thinner into a bamboo pole in the wind. He pushed her hand and staggered, fell back a few steps, and sat on the ground.

"What am I doing?" She smiled softly, and her hand fell into the corner happened to touch Wei Qian's story book when she was a child. The woman picked it up and teared the book page by page. She said slowly, "What are you two little bastards raised by you whore? Why are you better die early and have a good birth in the next life."

She said, her eyes falling between the broken pages: "The lamb is round and round, so I ate it in one bite, so don't run away... Hahaha, don't run away."

Wei Qian: "Crazy."

He didn't want to look at her anymore, so he bent down to check on the little treasure on the bed. This child has been a pig since he was a child. There was such a big noise next to her that he couldn't wake her up.

Her little face was round, and her little paws were placed beside her, and she accidentally opened and closed, as if she wanted to catch something.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and gently put the girl's little hand into the quilt, feeling that she was holding her fingers attached to her.

But before he could feel the temperature from the child's warm palm, his hands suddenly hugged him from behind. He smelled the nauseating inferior fragrance of a woman's body. His hands were so thin that they were stripped off. There were lines on the back of his hands. There was no blood on the fingertips, but the touch was extremely smooth. It slid into his clothes like two cold fish, and one hand grabbed his waist, then moved to his chest, and the other hand touched his lower body and rubbed it provocatively.

The boy's body was about to develop. Before he could enter puberty, he was confused and didn't know what was going on, so he was stunned on the spot.

As the unfamiliar restlessness surged into his blood vessels, it rushed into his brain with a "boom". Wei Qian finally came to his senses, struggled suddenly, turned around and slapped the woman.

"Spang", the room was silent for a moment, and Xiaobao was finally woken up and started crying like a loud sound.

The woman licked her scarlet lips, covered her face with one hand, knelt on the ground, and smiled lightly and intermittently. Her crazy expression seemed a little cute and silly: "Oh, baby son, you don't understand yet?"

Wei Qian's blood became cold. He felt that the woman's touch was still there, like a snake wrapped around him. He felt disgusted and started to retching while holding the table.

The woman stopped smiling and looked at him indifferently: "Don't you guys just like this kind of thing? Why, I feel disgusted by mom? So what? More than ten years ago, the blood on your body was mine, don't you feel disgusted by yourself? Hum?"

After saying that, she closed her hair, raised her chin, stood up dignifiedly and indifferently, but hummed softly: "The lamb is round and rolling, so I whine and eat it in one bite, don't run away..."
To be continued...