The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

15

Qin Cang called Lin Feng and told him to pay attention to the situation in each venue, and if there was any trouble, he would be notified immediately.

For a whole afternoon, under Wen Ziqian's order, Qin Cang took Wen Zixuan's hometown for a revisit.

Wen Zixuan said: "That sports car of yours is too flamboyant, can you change to another means of transportation?"

So, they put on a cool motorcycle.

When she was a child, she always watched Qin Cang ride a motorcycle to send her eldest brother home, and she was so envious in her heart.Now, although it is not the same car as before, it still makes her feel in love.

Yes, holding the person you like should feel like this.

Qin Cang took her to the supermarket, bought a large bag of vegetables and fruits, and then returned to a quiet and elegant high-end residential area in the suburbs.

Wen Zixuan followed him up to the tenth floor, a well-structured apartment with two floors and three households. As soon as he entered, he knew it was his brother's home.

A wheelchair with a slightly higher back is placed in the entrance garden, and an exquisitely folded wheelchair is leaning against the corner. The living room and dining room are simply arranged, except for sofas and dining tables. There is not much furniture, and the aisle is wide, which is very convenient for wheelchairs marching.A corner of the living room has been converted into a rehabilitation area, covered with thick sponge mats, a long stand and a walker in the corner, and a short parallel bar for standing.

The house with four bedrooms and two living rooms is not luxuriously decorated, but simple and warm.

Wen Zixuan said, "Why did my brother buy such a small apartment?"

An apartment with a floor of more than 160 is not small, but compared to the old house, it seems stingy.

The home they grew up in, the lobby on the first floor alone, was bigger than this apartment.

Qin Cang took Wen Zixuan around each room, saying: "It's not too young, if you live too big, your brother will be afraid."

"Liar, my brother won't."

Qin Cang laughed, without explaining.

There is a double bed and a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe in the room. The bed is covered with a dust cover, and it seems that there are not many people living there.

The study room has a wall of bookcases, the height of which is controlled within Wen Ziqian's reach, filled with all kinds of books.

There is a solid wood desk against the wall, which is lower than ordinary tables, and there are no chairs in front of the table.Wen Zixuan found that the heights of all the furniture, sofas, dining tables and beds in the house were customized, presumably to facilitate Wen Ziqian's movement.There were some documents and an open book on the table, she walked in, stretched out her hand to close the book, on the cover was written "Flowers on Moshang", and smiled: "My brother has liked to read such literary books since he was a child. "

Qin Cang said at the door, "I never liked reading when I was a child."

Wen Zixuan came out of the study and stopped at the door of a second bedroom. There was no furniture at all. The floor was covered with dark blue cushions, and the four walls were also covered with brown soft decorations. There was a circle of metal handrails on the walls. Various steps and slopes.

"What kind of room is this?" Wen Zixuan stood at the door: "Our neighbor's house is like the baby room prepared by foreigners for babies."

Qin Cang stared at the dark blue ground and was stunned for a while before saying, "This is the room your brother reconstructed, and the reconstructionist will come once a week."

"Oh... sorry... can I go in?"

Qin Cang took off his slippers and walked in, "Come in, your feet feel very comfortable."

Wen Zixuan took off his shoes and walked in, they were soft, and walked up to a step in a trance, going up four steps and going down four steps, the steps were also made of leather, like toys for children to climb in a children's playground.

However, she understood that for Wen Ziqian these few steps might be more difficult than reaching the sky.

The atmosphere was somewhat depressing, Qin Cang said with a smile, "I will also practice boxing here."

The sandbags hanging in the corners confirm this and break up the dull atmosphere in the room.

"Have you been living together?" Wen Zixuan asked.

Qin Cang said: "Most of the time, yes, paraplegics are much more inconvenient than you can imagine. If I have time, I will come to accompany your brother."

In the first few years after Wen Ziqian's accident, he went to various rehabilitation hospitals, but there was no improvement.He lay in bed for three full years, unable to take care of himself.

The old house became his nightmare. In the dream, Wen Ziyi lingered and his face was horrifying, which almost made him mentally collapse.He began to lose control of his emotions and was extremely aggressive and self-abuse. He shut himself in the room and poked his thigh with a sharp object, hoping to find a little feeling.Once, while his family was not paying attention, he cut his wrist, and the blood splashed on the wall, and he almost failed to save him.The doctor told Wen Yuanhang that this child has severe depression and autism, and he can no longer let it go. He has to get out of the psychological shadow by himself, and the heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine.

Wen Ziqian began to receive psychological intervention, and experienced many ups and downs. After a year and a half of continuous treatment, his mental state improved slightly.

He moved away from the original house, tried his best to get rid of Wen Ziyi's shadow, and changed to a new environment, and his spirit gradually recovered.

After all, Wen Yuanhang was worried about the inconvenience caused by the paralyzed patients, and wanted to find someone to take care of his son.But Wen Ziqian quite resented being touched by strangers, even if his body was covered in bruises, he would not allow outsiders to approach him.

He locked himself in a safe space and rejected everyone except Qin Cang.

At that time, Wen Yuanhang was almost dying of worry.Fortunately, Qin Cang attached great importance to love and righteousness, and came to accompany Wen Ziqian every now and then, which also made Wen Yuanhang feel very relieved.

Wen Ziqian drove away the nurse at home within a few days, and changed more than a dozen in a row, and no one wanted to come with a high salary.

Qin Cang used the pretext of taking care of his brother, and lived in the place aboveboard, and he got used to living here, so many years have passed in a flash.

The murdered Lord Qin often complained to Wen Yuanhang: "I worked so hard to get out of the successor, but I ended up working as a nurse for your son. I am not losing money."

"My adoptive father often scolds me for being a white-eyed wolf." Qin Cang walked to the dining room, put the food on the dining table, looked up and saw Wen Zixuan standing in the aisle, looking at the closed door of the master bedroom, and said, "Girl, your brother's Don't go into the room, he doesn't like others to go in."

The bedrooms and bathrooms in the main house have a lot of auxiliary facilities. There are diapers on the bedside all the year round, and all kinds of items that paraplegic patients always have in the cabinets. It is a private area, and Wen Ziqian forbids outsiders to enter it.

Wen Zixuan was wearing a rose red dress, black hair shawl, and a young face with a ruddy luster. She sat across the table, looked at Qin Cang, and sighed sincerely: "Brother Qin, you are so kind to my brother. You were by my brother's side this year."

Qin Cang said: "Without your brother, I, Qin Cang, would not be where I am today. He is the noble person in my life... Okay, let's stop talking about this, let's take care of these dishes. Your brother said he cooks , I think we can come back soon, the three of us have a good meal that feels like home."

"Okay." Wen Zixuan happily took out a box of corn, and peeled off the corn kernels one by one.

"Why doesn't my brother hire a part-time worker, it's so tiring to cook by himself."

"Your brother has a lot of eccentricities, and he doesn't like other people to touch things at home. Let him be, let him be more enriched, and stop thinking about it."

Wen Zixuan smiled: "What you said is different from the brother I remember."

Qin Cang's expression was exaggerated: "President Wen is getting harder and harder to serve, I think the younger you are, the earlier you will be."

Wen Zixuan was amused by him, "You often cook at home, do you know how to cook?"

Qin Cang tore off the meridians of celery and said, "Me? I'm a fucking brute...Scrambled eggs with tomatoes don't count."

"Haha." Wen Zixuan's stomach ached from laughing, and said, "Let's do it tonight."

"Actually, there are a lot of things going on in the venue. I'm the kind of person who is idle during the day and busy like a top at night. Your brother doesn't like having outsiders at home, so he can only learn to take care of himself." Qin Cang sighed. He took a breath, quickly adjusted his mood, and said with a ruffian-like smile: "Your brother will cook tonight, look forward to it."

Wen Zixuan thought about it, hesitated to speak, smiled and said: "I look forward to..." She actually wanted to ask, can my brother do it?When I looked up, I happened to see the kitchen. The Yantai was low, and it looked like it was specially made for Wen Ziqian's convenience.

The two watched TV, sorted vegetables, and did nothing romantic, but Wen Zixuan was completely happy.

They ate, drank and laughed all afternoon, but Wen Ziqian was not so happy, he almost exploded with anger.

"What did you say?" He stared at the female staff who came to report, his eyes were tearing apart, and he couldn't believe his ears.

The female staff was a little afraid of him, and said timidly: "Mr. Li said that he had a stiff neck last night and couldn't get out of bed. Mr. Pan and Mr. Wang said that their blood pressure was high and they couldn't attend the meeting..."

This group of old foxes promised well on the surface, but they also made shady tricks, really fucking trampled on his bottom line step by step.

"Crack", Wen Ziqian threw the folder on the table, suppressed his anger with all his strength, and his voice was trembling with anger: "Get out."

In the huge conference room, only half of the people were seated, and this half of the people also included spectators.

Wen Ziqian supported the edge of the table with his left hand, lowered his head, inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to adjust his breathing.

The accident seven years ago not only injured the spine twice, but also caused a second injury to the lungs. Excessive mood swings can easily cause asthma.He knows his body well, no matter how proud he is in his bones, his body can't be proud anymore.

The female staff hurried out and ran back to the office. A group of people surrounded them, and everyone whispered to each other in a low voice.

"I won't go to this kind of thing next time, I'm going to be scared to death."

"Why, Mr. Wen scolded you?"

"This time in front of so many directors, he turned his anger back, oh my god, my heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys are so frightened that they are all displaced."

"Yes, Bai has such a straight face, and his personality is so smelly and hard, that he doesn't want to deliver documents alone."

"I heard that paraplegics can't take care of many things by themselves due to their own inconvenience. Over the years, their personalities will become particularly distorted and their tempers will become more and more serious."

"It's pretty pitiful when you think about it. I heard that he was paralyzed before he was 19 years old." The man compared his chest and said, "I don't feel anything down here."

Someone sighed: "It's so pitiful."

Everyone echoed: "It's so pitiful."

Then they spread out and went about their own work.

Of course Wen Ziqian knew that these old fellows were deliberately making things difficult. They used to look at Wen Yuanhang's face, but now, he definitely couldn't hold back.

With the violent breathing, there was a murmur like a broken bellows in his chest. The left hand holding the table could clearly see the prominent meridians. Ugly expression.

"Dear directors, I'm really sorry to bother you all for nothing. I hope everyone will go back and have a look at the plan. If there are any deficiencies, please tell me in time. The meeting has been postponed and the date has been confirmed. I will personally notify you."

Secretary A Bin hurriedly sent the copy to everyone, some directors took it and left dissatisfied, and some left without even looking at it.

When an old senior director left, he didn't give Wen Ziqian any face, and expressed his dissatisfaction bluntly, saying: "Ziqian, we support you as acting director because of your father's face. You have been in charge of the overall situation for almost half a year. , I can’t even convene a board of directors. How should I manage the company in the future? How can I lead everyone to make money? Everyone knows whether Director Pan has high blood pressure. .”

Some things can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, and the facts are mercilessly stripped away, often with bloody wounds, Wen Ziqian only feels that his breathing is almost stagnant.

He suppressed the anger and humiliation in his heart, raised his head and smiled and said, "I see, Uncle Wang, it won't be like this next time."

Uncle Wang glanced at Wen Ziqian's right hand on his lap. The three fingers were covered with black fingertips, and the exposed thumb and index finger were sickly white. The child hid his hand under the table, but people could still see the slightly trembling arm. .So what if you are quick-witted?With such a body, it is difficult to socialize and socialize at the top of the business. He shook his head, regretting that he tried his best to support the child's position as the acting president.

After everyone left, the huge conference room was empty. Wen Ziqian stared at the conference folder on the table for a long time, as if trying to see through a hole in the plastic clip.

He moved his numb right hand, and when it stopped shaking, he supported the armrest of the wheelchair to sit up straighter.A Bin wanted to push the wheelchair for him, but when he raised his head and his eyes were sharp, A Bin didn't dare to go there.

He was pushing the wheelchair, his face was gloomy and cold, and it looked like the prelude to the storm, silently and slowly pushing the wheelchair.He was really too excited just now, the pen pinched in his right hand was broken by his force, and the broken part pierced his palm. If the three useless fingers were not tightly caught by the power-assisted glove, they would have been smashed into chicken claws.

His right hand was weak at the moment, and he stopped after pushing a few times. When he looked up, he saw many employees in the offices on both sides secretly looking at him.He gritted his teeth, endured the pain and pushed himself into the elevator.

After entering the elevator, he leaned back in the chair as if discouraged.The back of this wheelchair is low, and he didn't wear a restraint belt. If he wasn't wearing a girdle, he would definitely roll to the ground.

A Bin pushed him back to the lounge with a wink, and asked, "Do you need to lie down for a while?"

Wen Ziqian shook his head wearily, and said in a low voice, "Go out..."

"However, you look very bad now."

A Bin wanted to persuade him, but he suddenly reached out and swept the documents on the table to the ground, and shouted, "Get out!"

A Bin was taken aback, and ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Wen Ziqian was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only vent his anger on the things on the table, and swept all the accumulated documents to the ground in two or three strokes, but with too much force, he also swept himself to the ground.

He fell down on the snowflake-like documents, and beat the ground with his right hand, the pain was so painful that he was shocked, and his anger slowly dissipated in the pain.

He raised his left hand to his forehead, lay on his back, breathing rapidly... After lying down for a long time, his disordered breathing gradually stabilized, and he said to himself: Wen Ziqian, this setback is nothing?Those old bald donkeys will be cleaned up one by one. One day, they will also bow and flatter you.

He wanted to comfort himself obsessively, paved a step for himself, and walked down safely.

He lifted off the black fingertips, and the outer side of the palm was bleeding subcutaneously, with a large bruise.He put on the gloves, covered the wound, and moved his movable fingers. It hurt a little, but he thought clearly because of the pain.

He turned over with difficulty, propped himself up and sat up.Looking at the documents all over the floor, he sighed, next time... next time, he will never vent his anger on the documents.

He knelt on the ground to pack the documents, and he didn't sit very stably. He had to support the ground with his hands to stabilize his balance after a few cleanups, and then continued to pack up.

He leaned on the table to raise his body as high as possible, the girdle kept his back straight, supported the edge of the table with his left hand, and put the stacks of documents back on the table with his right hand.

He only has two fingers on his right hand that can be used. After several years of reconstruction, his finger strength has recovered quite well, but just now he was so angry that he hit him, and now he can't shake with a little force. When you lift it up once, you have to grit your teeth and persist.

Self-inflicted can't live, he scolded himself in his heart.

With his right hand clamoring to protest his master's abuse, Wen Ziqian found that he couldn't climb into the wheelchair by himself.After four or five failed attempts, he was already wheezing violently. He was afraid that he would suffer from asthma, so he could only sit on the ground obediently and called out A Bin.

A Bin has been guarding outside. He has been with Wen Ziqian for four years, and his temper has almost grown.He knew that this person was stubborn, and if he didn't vent his anger completely, it would be useless to persuade him, even if Qin Cang came, he would only be upset.

Hearing the shout, he hastily responded and went in. He saw Wen Ziqian sitting on the ground, and he had regained his composure. The scattered documents on the ground had been tidied away. He called out "cousin", but the man sat on the ground without looking up, "Hmm." With a sound, it seems that the venting of the fire has been completely vented.

A Bin is actually a relative of Wen Ziqian's natal family. After Wen Ziqian's mother left home, she had no contact with the family.However, the news that Wen Ziqian was picked up by Wen's family still spread back to Li's family. A Bin didn't study well, he was honest, and after a few years in the society, there was no improvement, so he just went home to farm.One day I overheard a family member saying that a cousin of their family married a gangster back then, and later that gangster became well-known, and she became Wen Yuanhang, a well-known real estate tycoon and electronic tycoon in China.At that time, someone laughed at A Bin: You have such a rich relative in your family, why are you still farming in your hometown, a big man can't earn money, and you are still a bachelor in your twenties.

A Bin was very ashamed and lamented that he was incompetent. After struggling for several days, he decided to go to Wen's family brazenly. He heard that his cousin gave birth to a son, who was the young master of Wen's family.

When he came to Wen's house, it was Wen Ziqian's most miserable time. His rehabilitation was not satisfactory, his body was seriously disabled, he was irritable, depressed and autistic.

A Bin met Wen Ziqian's mother, Li Jiaxue, when he was a child. In his memory, his aunt was gentle and beautiful, and Wen Ziqian in front of him was as good-looking as her mother.He felt very kind, although it was the first time he saw this cousin, he felt an indescribable affection.Seeing his cousin lying helpless on the bed, he sighed and sighed: "Ziqian, there is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome. The most important thing is to live. If you don't live for yourself, you have to live for you." Mom lives, she is watching you in the sky."

Before he left, in order to get close, he brought a lot of photos of Li Jiaxue, single ones, group photos, whatever he could find.

He held the photo up to Wen Ziqian's eyes, and Wen Ziqian's dull eyes focused on the photo, and suddenly he became radiant.He grabbed the photo with trembling hands, stuck it to his chest, and cried "Mom...Mom..."

Wen Ziqian liked to hear A Bin talk about his mother when he was young. Every time he didn't cooperate with the treatment, A Bin would say, "Be good. My aunt has praised you for being very obedient since she was a child. She likes you very much."

It was originally a sentence to coax children, but it worked for Wen Ziqian, and it was tried and tested.Slowly, he also figured out the character of this cousin, whether he is soft or hard, no matter how bad his temper is or how bad his personality is, as long as he plays the family card, he will be right.

"A Bin, help me." Wen Ziqian raised his head and said to him.

A Bin squatted down, facing Wen Ziqian, stretched his hands under his armpits, and lifted him up vigorously.Wen Ziqian was taller than him, but fortunately he was big and strong, so he could only drag Wen Ziqian into the wheelchair with his long legs curled up on the ground.

"Now... what should we do?" A Bin asked carefully.

Wen Ziqian held on to the handrail, he put his legs on the pedals, let out a long breath, wiped the sweat off his face, and said, "That old fox Pan Fang wants to act, so I can only accompany him to the end. It's okay, After working for so many days, you are also tired, go back early, otherwise my sister-in-law will blame me for being an exploiting capitalist again."

"Then you..." Abin worried.

Wen Ziqian smiled: "I'm going home, today should be a happy day, I don't have time to be angry with those old guys."