I quietly watch you play

Go home on weekends and park the Koenigsegg directly in the underground garage.

There are five parking spaces in the basement of the Zhou family's villa. The cars of grandfather Zhou Chen and stepmother Ji Qing have all gone out, and they should not be at home.

Zhou Chen goes to work at [-] o'clock all the year round, which is earlier than all the executives in Peony City. It is difficult for this rare old man to spend his life laying the foundation for his children and grandchildren, and to shelter him from the wind and rain. Zhou Wei is not guilty.

Ji Qing sometimes went out with the car that took Zhou Lei to school, or sent her son directly.

She has been a full-time housewife for more than ten years. Recently, Mr. Zhou finally let go and asked her to help manage the current accounts of various branch companies in Peony City.

Ji Qing was very attentive, and even enrolled in a financial course outside. It is not difficult for a woman in her forties to start from the beginning, and she has to take care of her two children who are preparing for the college entrance examination. She also carried it in silence.

In addition to the Koenigsegg that Zhou Wei just drove back, and Zhou Shuzhi's Brabus pickup parked against the wall all year round collecting dust.

The only adult young man in the Zhou family is wasting his time and wasting his life.

There is an elevator in the basement that leads directly to the interior of the villa, but Zhou Wei is used to walking up the stairs.

This section of the road is not long and is designed as an exhibition gallery.

The Chinese-style log structure is raised, and the entrance is the seal character "Zhou" carved by one person with high rattan roots, which is shaped like an ancient tripod. The natural texture and scars of the rattan roots are skillfully used to form a unique rhyme, which is ancient and clumsy.

Turning in, there are no wine collections or famous paintings in the gallery, all of them are root carvings, of different sizes and shapes, which were made by Zhou Shuzhi, the crooked leader of the Zhou family.

Xialiang Zhouwei, who was led crookedly, has walked this road countless times. Whether it is the group of seven ascetic monks, or the half-screen peacock and deer-headed horse face hanging on the wall, he has seen it countless times , I still find it very interesting, and I can't help but sit on a wooden carved stool with a hollow chassis that looks like it's about to collapse at any time, especially if you come home early and grandpa hasn't gone out, or come home late when.

This time, Zhou Wei did not go to trouble the wooden stool, because he was sure that no one else was there except his father.

Zhou Wei walked through the gallery, paused and did not go upstairs, but turned down one floor.

Villa B2 is Zhou Shuzhi's studio. He spends most of his life here except for sleeping, and sometimes sleeps here.

The basement of other people's houses is either made into a gym steam room, or a small theater and game room, but their house is like a carpenter's workshop.

Entering the door, there is a wooden shelf standing on top of the wall, on which are placed various tree roots and lumps collected, some with soil, exuding the unique... fragrance of nature.

There is a sofa bed at the door with simple quilts folded on it, and Zhou Shuzhi sometimes sleeps here overnight.

This level of comfort can't be compared with the big bed in his bedroom. No one knows what he thinks about the matter of a few steps away.

Further inside is the work area, which is much neater than the one in front of the door. The finished and semi-finished products are arranged in categories, a full set of carving tools and workbenches of different heights. There are many and fragmented things, but each has its own place to stay.

As expected, Zhou Shuzhi nestled here, staring blankly at a piece of rotten wood.

From Zhou Wei's point of view, it was a piece of waste that would be too smokey to burn, but Zhou Shuzhi always had the magic power to turn decay into magic, and even he was very curious about how this thing would turn out to be.

The hot tea brought down by the servant has run out of steam, and the breakfast has not been touched.Zhou Shuzhi sat on a pier with his back leaning against the wooden latticework, with one leg curled up under his buttocks, and the laces of a pair of suede work boots loosely loose.

He wore baggy turnip trousers with the trouser legs tucked into the boots, a khaki vest over his shirt, and a used carving knife in his pocket.

When his son came in, Zhou Shuzhi didn't respond. He was still smoking a cigarette while squinting at the piece of rotten wood on the workbench two meters away.

When Zhou Wei was a child, he regarded this place as a sacred place for exploration. He didn't dare to come in. He hid at the door and looked in. He always felt that there was some invisible black magic. Sooner or later, his father would be turned into those unspoken sculptures.

Now he was naturally no longer afraid of black magic, swaggered in, sat casually on the toolbox with a cover, looked at his father to the left, and the wood to the right.

Zhou Shuzhi, who is half a century old, doesn't look old, and doesn't even have gray hair. It takes time to take care of his curly hair, so he just waits for it to grow long and uses a rubber band to grab it at the back of his head. Lush.

Zhou Shuzhi's face itself is like a sculpture with the most perfect lines. It has a sharp jaw line, a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, and single eyelids. Very fickle, laughing and unrestrained as if never really happy.

Zhou Wei turned on the mirror of the phone and secretly compared his father's face with his.

His lines are too soft, and his skin color is also fair. I really don't know how Lao Zhou, a mole who has never seen the light all year round, has such a healthy wheat color. Also, his hair is permed.

Just when he thought his father wouldn't talk to him, Zhou Shuzhi picked up the cigarette case and threw it towards him, shaking his chin to the opposite side: "Look, what does it look like?"

Zhou Wei took out one and lit it, and the father and son smoked and smoked side by side.

Zhou Wei looked carefully for a while: "Slaughter."

"Ok?"

Looking at Zhou Shuzhi's face, Zhou Shuzhi can be Zhou Wei's elder brother, but the hard core has been iterated after all.

Zhou Wei explained: "Venom is that movie."

Zhou Shuzhi raised his head and made a gesture of "Oh, I haven't seen the movie, but Zhou Lei pasted a poster on the bedroom door, showing the most hideous appearance of venom, to scare away anyone who tried to enter his room.

Zhou Shuzhi didn't dislike him for being nonsensical, and tapped the draft book on the table with his hand holding a cigarette: "Draw and see."

Entering Zhou Wei's field of expertise, he suddenly felt comfortable, smoking a cigarette, holding a notebook in his left hand and writing in his right, concentrating on drawing sketches.

"I didn't go home last night," Zhou Shuzhi used a declarative sentence: "Are you still angry about the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Zhou Wei looked up at the wood, and conceived the picture based on the shape: "Is it useful to be angry, haven't you been stuck for half your life?"

It's not that Zhou Shuzhi has no talent in sculpture, let alone lack of concentration, but he has never been well-known, and he couldn't get into that circle. This is all because of Zhou Chen's continuous suppression for decades.

What Zhou Chen did to Zhou Wei now, he had already done countless times to Zhou Shuzhi's extravagance.

Some of Zhou Shuzhi's amazing works have never been able to enter the collection circle to realize their value. Most of them are either kept by themselves or given to some small museum for free.

Even those who want to cling to Zhou's family, if they buy Zhou Shuzhi's works at a high price in the art market, it is easier to sell him short.

His grandfather didn't want his dad to be famous, nor did he want him to be famous.If his grandfather didn't want to, they couldn't.

Zhou Shuzhi has been a fringe artist for so many years. Although he is not short of money, the feeling of always climbing and always being in the clouds is very exhausting. People are most afraid of doubting that their efforts and love are rubbish.

"I can do it too." Zhou Wei said firmly, isn't it a dead end.

Zhou Shuzhi has no way out, he still has his younger brother Zhou Lei, and when Zhou Lei takes over the Zhou family, he will be completely free.

"That's it." Zhou Wei handed over the drawing: "Do you think I look like you?" He took a picture of Zhou Shuzhi in the mirror of his mobile phone and moved his face closer.

Zhou Shuzhi looked down at the drawing, and inexplicably raised his head and glanced at Zhou Wei: "What do you think? We are not similar enough?"

He was referring to the dead temper that hit the south wall without looking back, and struggled with inheriting the family business for decades, not the appearance.

Zhou Wei took back the phone angrily: "It must be his own, right?"

"Well, it can't be wrong."

"You remember to go up to have breakfast, these are cold." Zhou Wei saw that his father had already started to ponder over the drawing, and he didn't even bother to answer, so he turned and went upstairs helplessly.

Reluctant to take his eyes off the drawing, Zhou Shuzhi put down the drawing, clicked the button of the vest and took it off, glanced at the cold breakfast: "Take it up, and eat with you."

It was true that the sun was rising in the west and the sky was full of colorful clouds. Zhou Wei was so shocked that his jaw almost hit the tray.

Originally, it was very strange for the father and son to meet at this time, and they could still have breakfast together, Zhou Wei would never say that he had already eaten.

Zhou Shuzhi passed by him and patted the top of his head.By the way, there is also a figure. His father is obviously very tall, and so is Zhou Lei, but he looks very weak. Maybe he should ask Zhou Lei for the contact information of his private tutor.

"There is a board meeting at 10:30 am."

Zhou Wei's jaw dropped completely.

Zhou Shuzhi unbuttoned the linen shirt while walking, went up to the first floor and threw it down. Zhou Wei kept walking: "Your grandfather, a tumor was found here."

He stood on the solid wooden stairs and compared to the position of his liver.

Zhou Wei's heart sank heavily, as if the weight that had been neglected in those years was suddenly suppressed.

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Zhou Wei lay down for a while, his head and heart were a little empty.

Why is the old man so unlucky, all the sons and grandsons at the booth are not up to the mark.

Xiao Lei must have been sent by the heavens to save their family, but where there are evil spirits, there will be heroes, this is the law of nature.

Zhou Wei raised his hand to touch the group photo of him and Zhou Lei on the background wall of the sofa. They were wearing the same color cycling jerseys and standing side by side next to their respective mountain bikes. Behind them were other riders who were getting ready and spectators in Yingtai school uniforms. Printed on the red banner: Yingtai Lejin "Band of Brothers" Cup Mountain Bike Annual Race.

At that time, Zhou Lei had just entered the tenth grade from junior high school. The competition focused on team competitions. The rule was that the four riders in each team must include at least one rider from each grade from tenth to twelfth grade.

Zhou Lei formed a team to be the team leader based on his strength, and found a classmate and a senior in the eleventh grade, but he was not familiar with the graduating class of the twelfth grade, so he reluctantly recruited his brother to make up the number.

When the photo was taken, the competition hadn’t started yet, Zhou Wei was holding his helmet and smiling all over his face, but Zhou Lei next to him was fully armed, looking at the camera still showing a sense of tension, the kind of competitive spirit that can’t be hidden because he wants to win.

However, the atmosphere at the end of the game was far less harmonious. Zhou Wei and Yu Cheng collided and overturned the car, causing their team to lose the easy-to-get No.1.

Zhou Wei still remembers the annoyance and unwillingness of Zhou Lei, who was the first to cross the finish line and set a personal best, left angrily.

His team lost, and he missed the best rider personally, and he dragged him down.

Zhou Wei's right leg started to ache. The old fracture scar was from that game. He stayed in the hospital for two weeks, and Zhou Lei never came.

Zhou Wei sat up and imitated Jiang Xiaoqi to apply medicated oil to himself, he never thought that one day he would take the initiative to apply this smell on his body.

Sure enough, the pain on the skin can overcome all hypocrisy.

After washing his hands, Zhou Wei sat on the carpet leaning against the bed box, and opened the bottom drawer, where there were some toys he played with when he was a child.

Handheld game consoles, early education robots, a complete set of deformed racing cars... There are also some messy clay sculptures, three-dimensional cards, origami.

Zhou Wei reached out and picked out an origami animal that couldn't tell whether it was a wolf or a horse, pulled out the paper strip that was twisted at the back to act as a tail, and unfolded it.

The note was only as wide as an adult's finger, and it seemed to be cut from some organization's report paper. The back was pure white, and the front was pink with a watermark of RS letters.

He found this by accident after returning from Italy. The length of the piece of paper was about half of the original paper, and the remaining English words could not be connected into sentences after vertical cutting, but a percentage value was kept in it by coincidence.

Holding the note, Zhou Wei tapped Pei Chuan's number in the phone's address book.

Pei Chuan picked up the phone, as if he had guessed something, and said to Zhou Wei: "Well, I asked my classmates in the institution to confirm that this kind of report paper is indeed the bottom print of the official document of Rui Leisen, but it was intentionally copied. It's not difficult."

"Thank you Brother Chuan." Zhou Wei said calmly.

Pei Chuan seemed to be busy there, so he asked uncomfortably, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhou Wei thought for a while: "Don't let Xiaoqin know about what I asked you to do."

Zhou Wei hung up the phone first.

Rayson is a professional biological genetic testing and identification institution. In recent years, it is popular among rich families to get a birth certificate after giving birth to a baby, and then go there to do a paternity test to avoid wasting feelings and losing property.

Zhou Wei doesn’t know if this was popular when he was born, it’s just a testimonial, the real can’t be fake, the fake can’t be real, he won’t be sentimental because of a procedure and think about what they love me, they don’t love me, they Boring questions like whether you love me or not.

The problem is that in the probability on the identification report, the tens digit and half of the ones digit have been cut off, leaving only two decimal places and a complete percent sign.

Carefully identify the number 3 or 8 in the ones digit, and 25 after the decimal point.

Zhou Wei checked some cases, and knew that the probability of confirming the relationship should be 9999 thousand gold, and there would be no such strange high probability as 98.25%.

Then the only possible conclusion of this report is: the relationship between the two samples submitted for inspection is not parent-child relationship.

The author has something to say:

So, the guessing begins~