Qianfan

A Suicide Note

In Qianfan's company, the travel subsidy is calculated according to the length of service.Veteran employees like Wang Xuecheng and Xiuxiu naturally went to the most heavily subsidized tourist destinations.

As for Qianfan, he had always wanted to go but had no choice but to go.

Seeing the gratifying prospect of bagged barbecue, the latecomers who want to carve up this cake are springing up like bamboo shoots after rain.

The boss sticks to his job, bears the burden of hard work, and voluntarily gives up vacation benefits. Everyone can see that Xiuxiu is embarrassed to leave him to live happily.After all, she is now a special assistant.

It wasn't until mid-October, when the crowded National Day tourist season slipped away, that Qianfan asked Xiuxiu in amazement, "Why didn't the Administration Department hand over the travel subsidies for each department this year?"

Xiuxiu rolled her eyes behind the computer, and said: "Every department is very busy this year, so I just can't leave at that time." But she slandered: You are working hard on the job, how can your subordinates have the nerve to leave?

Qian Fan was a bit slow in this aspect, and didn't find anything wrong, he was patiently pouring the brewed green tea into a water cup.The green tea was sent by Yu Xiaoyu to honor him, saying that it was given to Gu Huan by someone else, so don't reject it for nothing.

Yu Xiaoyu is like this, he is calm and philistine, so people don't think he is artificial, he is amiable and cute.

Qian Fan still stared at the tea, full of sympathy for his subordinates, and said: "Well, let's go ahead and let each department choose the place to go within the corresponding subsidy amount, and sort it out for your review. No problem, sign it for me."

After he finished his explanation, he muttered: "Late October is the off-season, so how can everyone save money for the company."

Seeing that her boss had poured tea, picked up her bag and was about to leave, Xiuxiu hurriedly called out: "Boss! Did you go with us this year?"

This is for girls from various departments. After all, "single men" who are associated with words such as young, promising, handsome and rich are always particularly attractive.

Qian Fan paused and smiled: "No—but I will take a few days off this year."

Seeing Qian Fan throwing a charming smile, Xiuxiu recovered after three seconds: "Wait! The boss is going to play, who is in charge of the company?!"

"Mr. Yu!"

Xiuxiu scolded secretly from behind: "So I can't go to play this year? I have to stay in the headquarters to help President Yu!"

I want to cry without tears.

Several months have passed since the kidnapping of Lame Six, Qianfan's arm has fully recovered, so he drove to the school by himself.

The city middle school will hold a basketball game. Lu Zhengfan, as the school's leading teacher and coach, has been accompanying the students to practice after school recently.So he switched identities with Qian Fan, driver and passenger, and Qian Fan came to pick him up and go home.

Worried about being too ostentatious, Qian Fan parked the car a hundred meters away from the school and walked there.

To this day, he still has a feeling of surging when he approaches the campus.

Think about it, the time spent on campus is so short, and while he is studying, he has to worry about his grandma's medical expenses, so he has never tasted real campus life.

He always savored the hardship prematurely and excessively, so that the word "enjoyment" sounds so frightening and illusory.

The briefcase was put on the car, and the tie was thrown into the car. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his white and thin arms. The hem of his shirt was tucked into his trousers. His waist was narrow, his shoulders were broad, and his legs were straight and long. , the back is still a handsome boy over 1.8 meters.

Lu Zhengfan saw him walking into the basketball court at a glance. He gestured for the students to practice by themselves, and greeted him.

Qian Fan threw him a bottle of green tea, which he brewed patiently in the office just now.

Lu Zhengfan caught it steadily: "You just bring tea when you are thirsty."

When he said that, he was smiling at Qianfan, drinking water and looking at Qianfan with a smile in his eyes.Originally, Qian Fan was immune to his smile, but because Xu was at school, his heart skipped a beat and his face turned red.

Some people, you have probably lived together for three to five years, and you still get red-eyed and red-faced because of his expressions and actions.

Seeing that Qian Fan was blushing, Lu Zhengfan's heart was so soft that he would have hugged him now if the circumstances did not allow it.So he coughed awkwardly and asked, "There are still 10 minutes, wait?"

"it is good."

Watching people play basketball is never boring, Guan Jian still watches Lu Zhengfan play basketball.Qian Fan felt that his eldest brother had a lot of things to dig out, as if he was always having surprises presented to him, those unexpected things always popped up under an opportunity, which surprised Qian Fan.

What else can he not?Qian Fan thought, he had to ask him when he went back.

After the training, the students said goodbye to Lu Zhengfan one after another. The big boys started calling Teacher Lu as brothers and sisters as soon as they got off the court:

"Old Lu, Lao Lu, how did you just dribble and then shoot? You're so handsome! Teach me!"

"Don't teach him, he just wants to learn how to pick up girls!"

"Old Lu, catch the ball, take off, shoot, why am I not as good-looking as you?"

"You're still talking about me, don't you want to learn how to trick little girls yourself!"

The boys had loud voices, and their voices reached the ears of Qianfan who was waiting outside the arena.Qian Fan stretched his ears to listen to Lu Zhengfan's answer with great interest.

Lu Zhengfan sent them away with a big wave of his hand: "Scores are considered beautiful, but beautiful movements are just as good as shit?"

A few boys laughed loudly: "It's asshole..."

"What are you thinking? Tomorrow, squat and jump will add [-], so that your hearts will be as still as water!"

Chasing away the students who kept complaining, Lu Zhengfan grabbed the towel and walked up to Qian Fan: "Let's go."

He was a little shy!

Qian Fan followed without saying a word, and the two of them walked to the coach's lounge one after the other.This corridor is deep and narrow. The basketball court, which is the edge of the corner of the school, is often a perfect place for students to meet after evening self-study.Lu Zhengfan tugged Qianfan's arm, pulled it to his face, and kissed his lips forcefully!

Parting his lips, Lu Zhengfan mischievously twitched Qian Fan's lips, which hadn't reacted yet, and made a crisp and bright sound.

Qianfan's blushing appeared belatedly.He looked around first, and after making sure there was no one there, he cursed in a voice only he could hear: "What are you doing..."

Lu Zhengfan continued to walk ahead triumphantly, shaking his head like a hooligan who succeeded in molesting!

"Are you sure you want to go to that Jialan?" In the car, Qian Fan drove the car, acting as the driver for Master Lu who was complaining about a sore arm.

"Well, the monk has practiced and cultivated to the temple next door. Since I am here and have time, I have to go and have a look."

Qian Fan became curious when he heard this: "You speak in such a tone that it seems that the master is a monk who cheated."

Lu Zhengfan smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch Qianfan's earlobe, and stretched out his hand in a small gesture of intimacy: "He took advantage of the trap, and there is absolutely no abduction."

When Qian Fan heard it, he wanted to go and see it even more.

Lu Zhengfan took a three-day rest, and went to the temple where Master Xingzheng practiced with Qian Fan and two people with simple luggage.

The temple is halfway up a mountain. Looking at the foot of the mountain, you can see clouds blocking the top of the mountain, and it looks like a huge piece of silk wrapping the top of the mountain with a scarf. It is modern and eye-catching.

Climbing up the stairs, there are lush vegetation beside both hands, or towering into the clouds uniquely, or bowing their heads and humbly drooping vines and leaves.It is probably contaminated with incense and aura, even the vegetation here, every posture is seen in the eyes as a high-spirited, bright, festival-going, bright, windy and bright spiritual outlook.

Qianfan didn't do outdoor sports for a while, and he also listened to Lu Zhengfan's suggestion not to take the cable car, so now he can't climb the stone steps so much that he can't use his hands and feet at the same time.

Lu Zhengfan had already thoughtfully carried his part of the luggage to his chest, pulled up his trouser legs and squatted down: "I'll carry you."

This is impossible.Qian Fan looked at the scattered pilgrims around, some old people climbed mountains more vigorously than him, in this comparison, he looked like a weak young man, how could he let his brother carry him up the mountain?

Lu Zhengfan also doesn't try to be a hero, and occasionally pulls a thousand sails at steeper angles.

It was just around noon when a young monk who answered the door knew that they were distinguished guests when he saw two men with extraordinary bearing, and actively led them to the main hall, introducing various set meals while walking.

Anyway, Qian Fan didn't have the strength to explain anything to the little monk, so he stuck out his tongue and panted.Lu Zhengfan interrupted when he heard the young monk's eloquent introduction of the "drawing lottery" package, and asked, "That's right... Where's the master?"

The little monk's mouth brake failed, and he was talking about how the lottery would work, when he heard the handsome man in front of him frowning and asking his master.

"Ah, benefactor, master Xingzheng has gone out to practice, and he hasn't been in the temple for a few days..."

Lu Zhengfan looked at the uncomfortable little monk suspiciously, he felt that the person in front of him would flicker and dodge when asked about his conduct, it was extremely suspicious!

Qian Fan didn't think so much, he was very tired at the moment, Amitabha was the only place to sit and drink water to enjoy the cool air, so he pulled Lu Zhengfan's clothes: "Call Master."

"I'm not that bald... Monk's phone call."

"Then how do you contact them?"

"He called from a landline that day."

Qian Fan blinked his sweat-soaked eyelids, and sighed: "Little Master, this is an old friend of Master Xingzheng, and he came to visit upon notice."

This one looks friendlier.The little monk worried about confirming Qian Fan's face a few times, and then he said, "Master is in the back room, I'll lead you there."

Lu Zhengfan and Qianfan exchanged a glance: "Look!"has a problem!

Only after they met did they realize that the problem was not what they thought. It was Xingzheng who "tricked" the son of a local nouveau riche.

Originally, there was no such thing as absolute, and besides, drawing lots to solve the lottery was a very unreliable external force, and it really didn't have much meaning to assist in the success of one's own career.

But after the outbreak, he didn't think so. He felt that Xingzheng had to do good things after collecting money, and he didn't care about anything else!

So Xing is hiding.

Lu Zhengfan was sitting opposite Xing, drinking Kudingcha, laughing at him: "Look at what you're doing!"

"Oh benefactor, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, you speak so aggressively." Turning to Qian Fan, "This is the one you mentioned to me, right?"

Lu Zhengfan smiled softly at Qianfan beside him, turned to Xingzheng to speak, and immediately brushed his face again.

Qianfan didn't know what they were talking about like a code word, but it should be related to him.

"Come on, what did you ask me to do?" Lu Zhengfan sat there boldly, without looking outward or reserved at all.It seems that he is quite familiar with the line.

"Listen to what this man said, did I call you here only if there is something to do—" Xingzheng said this to Qianfan, who was drinking tea seriously, even though it was bitter, he thought it was nectar.

Xingzheng changed the subject: "I asked you to donate money."

Lu Zhengfan rolled his eyelids: "I have no money."

"This is also a merit, benefactor."

"No money."

"When we were in Yunnan, your posthumous writing..."

"How many?"

Xingzheng succeeded in his plan, but he didn't show any joy, his face still looked like a lake, with the blue sky and white sun shining brightly.Qian Fan wondered how such an open-minded monk would do such a mundane thing as teaching a young monk to sell the so-called set menu.

Seemingly seeing Qian Fan's doubts, he acted righteously: "Vulgarity is elegance. Elegance accumulates great hypocrisy, and vulgarity preserves great virtue."

Qian Fan's mind was caught, and he forgot to ask what happened to the suicide note for a while.

The temple is too dilapidated, no wonder Xingzheng tried every means to attract pilgrims to come here, trying to get them to "pay".Qian Fan laughed that Lu Zhengfan was here to help the poor, and his shoulders trembled when he laughed, how could Lu Zhengfan spare him, in a pure place of Buddhism, the two of them would not dare to do anything wrong, hugging and kissing would be considered dismissal.

Qian Fan rested on Lu Zhengfan's arm, bringing up the old story again: "Brother, what is that suicide note?"

What are you doing with such a good memory?Lu Zhengfan stared at the roof, wondering if he should make up something to cover it up.

Qian Fan pinched his chest: "Don't make up stories to lie to me!"

How can people who know themselves so well live together?Lu Zhengfan grabbed Qianfan's hand and kissed it on the mouth: "Let me recall the memory well, and I will tell you when I wake up tomorrow? You are so tired from climbing the mountain today that you can't close your legs. If you don't know, you might think I have done something to you... Sigh Why are you pinching me again?"

But the next day, Lu Zhengfan pulled Qian Fan down the mountain, and found a hostel to turn Qian Fan over and over again to get comfortable several times.

Until the third day, Qian Fan didn't bring up the suicide note anymore. Lu Zhengfan thought that this episode was over, but who knew that Xingzheng wandered down the mountain to supply supplies, met Qian Fan, and chewed the root of his tongue with him again. Ask.

This is not like Qianfan's style of doing things, usually he doesn't want to say anything to Lu Zhengfan, there are only three things, and he never asks.

I don't know where this persistence comes from.

But Lu Zhengfan didn't want to say anything, Qianfan was angry for two days and bit Lu Zhengfan's earlobe to relieve his anger.

He said that such an unlucky thing should not be kept.

It turned out that Xingzheng told him that Lu Zhengfan had always carried that suicide note with him.

When Qian Fan was not at home, Lu Zhengfan took out a piece of paper full of creases from his wallet, it might not be considered a piece of paper, it was a blank space torn from a certain piece of paper hastily.

The blank space is not clean, with mottled color printing and scribbled writing.

Letter: "My name is Lu Zhengfan. In this world, I have only one most beloved person, my younger brother Lu Qian (Qianfan). After I die, all my property will be left to him. Only at this moment did I understand that people's Life is really short, if you say no, it will be gone. I regret not being able to keep Qianfan. At this moment, I want to tell him that I love him, and I am willing to give him all kinds of love in this world. But there is no chance."

At that time, he wrote that passage in a hasty and tragic way with the heart of death. He actually just wanted to write "I love you", but these three words were too weightless.

When death is in front of us, people have a calm sadness, which is inexplicable.When he closed his eyes, he could only think of Qianfan.After narrowly escaping from death, he thought: Xiaofan is really the person I will fight for but will never forget to entrust him to.

Probably because this obsession was too deep, and the love was too deep, so he had to die. The gods wanted to give him a chance, so he spared his life.

Lu Zhengfan burned the piece of paper, he knew that no matter whether the suicide note was there or not, some affection and love were engraved in his heart, and some unspoken promises were like the lines of copper engravings, soft and prudent, and could be cherished and cherished with him. carry.