My 26-year-old Female Tenant

I have been standing on the upper floors of the hotel, watching the brand-new Wansen Group emerge in the hands of conspirators like Fangyuan and Mi Zhongde. When the salute was fired in front of the square of the Wansen Group, it seemed like an act of presumptuousness by interest groups. Crying, I absolutely do not believe that this renamed group will be peaceful from now on. It will still be divided into several factions as before, and continue to fight for interests. As long as this kind of dispute persists, then I have unlimited opportunities to Infiltrate.

After the media conference was over, I was busy day and night. During this time, I seemed to be a machine born for work. I ignored human emotions and faced each need. I was doing the most precise calculations for the approval documents, and the time passed by me inadvertently like quicksand. I spent more than a month alone like this. I didn't know that even spring was coming soon until people on the street were wearing short sleeves. It's over.

In the past month or so, I have been to Shanghai 5 times, and Jian Wei still has no signs of waking up. She has been in a coma for almost 2 months. I am full of anxiety, and even the doctors at the Mayo Clinic in the United States judged her condition. Not so good. During this time, two doctors have returned to the United States, and only Dr. Carter and Mo Zishi are still in charge. We have communicated several times during this period, and they asked us to do well. The worst plan, and the medical intervention is meaningless, I can only hope that Jian Wei will wake up suddenly one day... But the only hope is a kind of euphemistic despair, so I am in pain It was too much to add, and the feeling of being about to lose turned into fear again, completely devouring me.

I began to desperately manage the road of literature and art, and went to various cities to give speeches non-stop. I hope everyone agrees with this road. If there is really an idea in this world, I hope that Jian Wei’s missing idea can perceive it. To the continuous growth of the road of literature and art, this road is not my painstaking effort alone, without her, this road would not exist at all.

  Yes, I know that there will be no results if I do this, but I still work so hard, and then give myself some pitiful psychological comfort!

This evening, I walked by the familiar moat, and walked to the familiar river step by step. I drank a few cans of beer along the way. I didn't want to get myself drunk. I just wanted to walk like this for a while. The pressure is too great, and I can only rely on this method to relieve it.

Sitting on the guardrail of the river embankment, I threw away the beer can in my hand, watching the sunset reflected on the river in a trance, as if dancing with the wind, the city on the opposite side was still the same as before, as if shrinking in this world, becoming It became a weak line extending in all directions...

After a while, I was tired from the wind blowing for a day, and the world suddenly became calm like a piece of glass, but it tore people's moods. I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but found that I had gradually quit smoking. I will take it with me again, I am a little frustrated, a little flustered...

Before the night fell, I received a call from Le Yao. After more than a month, her film was finally filmed in South Korea. She came to Suzhou and said she wanted to find me...I told her that I was in the moat At the same time, she hung up the phone, as if she knew which section of the river I would be staying in. You know, this moat stretches for tens of kilometers.

It turned out that even Le Yao knew which section of the river I liked to be in. She really came to me 20 minutes later. She unloaded a guitar from her back, handed it to me and said, "This guitar is for me. Give you!"

  I smiled and said, "What do I need so many guitars for? You can give me something else, such as Korean specialties!"

"This is the guitar I bought at a charity auction in South Korea. I was planning to give it to Robben, but thinking about his stink of smashing guitars when he has nothing to do, I still think it's okay. Charity things can't be ruined, so I gave it to Robben. Here it is for you...it's a nice guitar...well, I can't tell you what's good, try it first!"

I finally took over the guitar engraved with the wolf totem from Le Yao. The texture of the hands made me feel that this is indeed a valuable guitar. This guitar has no brand, and it probably came from a certain guitarist. With the hands of a master craftsman, no wonder Le Yao is reluctant to let Robben spoil it!

  Le Yao said to me again: "Zhaoyang, sing a song you want to sing now."

I nodded, and after I adjusted the guitar, I remembered the scenes that happened with Jian Wei on the bank of this river. I was full of sadness, and felt my nose a little sore before I opened my mouth. Come on, the moat in front of you has become a heavy history...

I played a heavy melody on the guitar and sang: "One snowy evening, we came from a southern city to another southern city. The sleeping moon was invisible on the streets of the city, and the river protecting the city was lonely on the edge. You cried and asked me, what are we left after missing love, I said, this makes people flustered, this makes people flustered, this makes people flustered... One rainy morning, we came from the city This end, to the other end of the city, the lights of the city flicker with the desire to jump, the umbrella covering the body floats on the wet road, you cry and ask me, what else is there in your life after parting, I said, this makes me happy People panic, this makes people flustered, this makes people flustered... Finally, your lipstick expresses the desire to wait, and my wine glass expresses the lonely melancholy, when will I see the sun... .. Seeing the sun... Seeing the sun... There has never been anything that can free us. What is the purpose of this kind of life... It makes people flustered, it makes people flustered, this It's frustrating!"

   I sang the song from a few years ago, but I really didn't want to sing this tearful song again, but I did! …

Jian Wei and I have come to this day because of the endless panic in our hearts. Perhaps it is meaningless to talk about these things now, but those memories of laughing and crying have made my life go nowhere , and that kind of extreme sinking scene, how can I just forget it, so my only expectation now is that she wakes up sooner, and lives happier than any one of us sooner, only in this way , I won't panic...

No one knows more about my pain these years than Le Yao. She took back the guitar that was singing sadly from me, and said softly: "Zhaoyang, be strong...even if you remember a lot The past doesn't help either..."

I closed my eyes, wiped away the tears that were swirling in my eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's been almost two months, and she still hasn't woken up, you know? Even the doctor said that we can only wait for a miracle." ...Why is she still awake, is she afraid of something in this world?..."

Le Yao was silent for a long time before replying: "She is afraid of you... afraid of seeing you so deeply in love with another woman named Mi Cai, but she can only live in the memory and suffer, maybe , When she finds the best solution, she will wake up!"

   "Nonsense... You are talking nonsense without any basis!" I reprimanded sharply.

   "I don't know, maybe so?"

   "Don't tell me maybe!"

  Le Yao said in a low voice: "In fact, as long as she can wake up, so what if it is true?"

   I bowed my head and remained silent...Yeah! As long as she can wake up, those emotional right and wrong are nothing, at this moment, I wish what Le Yao said was true! ...and Jian Wei didn't want to wake up, she was just looking for a solution to our past.

Le Yao pulled me off the guardrail again, and said: "Zhaoyang, be happy, don't always think about what you have lost and what you are about to lose, you should look at what you have now!  … In just these few months, you have revived the project of the Road to Literature and Art, and I have really seen a lot of changes in you. You have become a man with a sense of mission, so you keep running around in cities across the country , to give a speech on the project of the road to literature and art, these things you would not have done in the past... Now, many people have agreed with your thoughts, and regard the things you spare no effort to do now as You lost your spiritual support, so you can't go back to being the negative self you once were!"

   "I know that neither I nor everyone around me will go back to the past again."

  Le Yao finally smiled and said, "Well... Zhaoyang, do you still remember what I am best at?"

  I looked at her with some incomprehension...

  She smiled "haha": "You idiot, what I am best at... what I am best at is helping you waste time!..."

When I think about it carefully, it’s really like this. I can’t remember how much time we wasted with each other in the bar. We just sat like this, didn’t laugh, didn’t talk, so that we didn’t feel the existence of time. , time has really passed by, if she wants to say that, then what I am best at is wasting her time, I finally said: "While you wasted my time, I wasted yours too... ..”

   "It's different, I never feel like I'm wasting my time when I'm with you."

"yes?"

Le Yao ignored my doubts, but said: "Now I am a well-known star, and you have also become a super speaker, and the bosses of several companies, so you can let each other waste less and less time... .... I don’t know if you are still interested in asking me to help you waste time again in such an evening?”

"What do you want to do?"

   "Idiot, since you are wasting your time, of course we don't do anything, let's just walk around this moat and see how the night falls on this city...!"

I looked at her, not knowing what kind of belief was supporting her thin body, she would stick to me again and again, not only that, she always seemed to like to magnify my achievements, I was just in a few cities After giving a speech, she proudly called me a super speaker, as if even if I became a miserable dog in this world, she would forget her star status and worship me desperately like an ignorant little fan …

  I remembered the 15 million Anonymous aid to Simei’s advertisement. Could that person be her in front of me, but I mistakenly thought it was Mi Cai?