The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

20

After half a month of suspension, the council was reconvened.

For half a month, all kinds of rumors have been flying around the company, saying that the project of the Emerald Villa left by Wen Yuanhang must be dirty, and Wen Ziqian is still disabled after all, so he can't afford to be a leader.

As a result, he picked it up.

After everyone questioned Wen Ziqian's ability, they began to look at him with admiration.

"The council voted unanimously. At present, three interested partners have been found. The initial investment may exceed 3.7 million yuan. The project is expected to be completed within three years, and the initial budget needs [-] million yuan. The key project is not only the Emerald Villa is put into use, but our surrounding real estate will also increase in value with its completion. It is conservatively estimated that it will return to the capital and make a profit in three to five years. In the long run, it is indeed a very good project." Wen Ziqian While sorting out the information on his lap, he reported to Wen Yuanhang.He accidentally touched his knee, and leaned his legs together. There were too many materials, and he couldn't put them stably at all.

Wen Ziqian tidied up the reports on his lap, put them on the hospital bed, released the handbrake, stepped back the wheelchair, and bent over to pick it up.

An extended girdle was tied to his body, tightly wrapping him from his ribs to his abdomen. The supporting effect was good, allowing him to sit in a wheelchair with his back straight. The disadvantage was that his body was forcibly imprisoned and he could not bend over.He leaned sideways, holding the edge of the bed with his left hand, and tried hard to pick up the papers on the floor with his right hand. Things that others could do easily, sweat broke out on his tired forehead, so he picked them up one by one.

He was a little out of breath, he held on to the armrest for a while, and then continued to report: "That land...surrounded by mountains and rivers...I also want to build a sanatorium next to it...for the upper class with a certain economic foundation. Elder care, rehabilitation, and recuperation are all relatively popular industries in the future...Of course...the affordable apartments of ordinary people will also be treated as charity, and the gimmick of charity will be used to publicize...the effect should be good..."

He spoke out of breath, panting heavily as he spoke.

Wen Yuanhang lay on the bed, looked at him sideways, his eyes flashed with distress, and said weakly: "Take a rest for a while, I probably understand everything, you are doing well, drink some water slowly."

Wen Ziqian used his right hand to grab the water glass on the bedside table, but he couldn't pick it up after shaking for a long time. He could only adjust the direction of the wheelchair, picked up the water glass with his left hand, took a sip, and moistened his throat.

He didn't dare to drink too much, and he didn't wear diapers when he left.In the past two days, he has not been feeling well, his right hand has no strength, and putting on and taking off diapers has become a very strenuous task. He feels that his bladder function has recovered fairly well, as long as he drinks less water, there should be no accidents.

Seeing his dry lips, Wen Yuanhang said distressedly, "Drink more."

Wen Ziqian smiled against his will: "It's okay, I'm not thirsty." He raised his hand to help Wen Yuanhang tuck the corner of the quilt, looked at the drip and said, "The infusion is almost over, I'll leave when you finish the infusion."

Wen Yuanhang said: "Stay a little longer! Every time you come, you go in a hurry."

Wen Ziqian said: "I'm too busy, I will find time to visit you often. Has Zixuan come here often recently?"

Wen Yuanhang smiled and said: "Come to talk to me every afternoon. When the girl grows up, I don't know if I will be lucky enough to see her get married and have children."

"The doctor said that you are recovering well. You should work harder and try to have your grandson." Wen Ziqian cut up half an apple, scraped it into a puree with a spoon, and fed it to him.

Wen Yuanhang sighed: "I also want to see you get married and have children..."

Wen Ziqian was stunned for a moment, raised his head to look at his father, and said in a hoarse voice, "In my life... I don't have such a blessing... You should still look forward to Zixuan..."

Wen Yuanhang's eyes suddenly turned red, he stretched out his bony hand, and began to cry.

Wen Ziqian took out a tissue to wipe his tears, and comforted him, "Dad, why are you crying? You'll get better. Feelings are very important."

Wen Yuanhang said: "When I was lying on the hospital bed, I remembered that you had been lying on the bed for three whole years... You were only 19 years old at that time, how did you survive? Dad didn't come to see you often at that time? Do you hate me very much?"

Wen Ziqian sighed and said, "It's been so long, why did you start bringing this up again? Don't mention these troublesome things, okay? Just think, Zixuan will come back to accompany you, and it's okay for you to hold your big fat grandson in a few years." okay?"

Wen Yuanhang nodded: "Okay...ok...I heard that you suffered from asthma during the meeting?"

Wen Ziqian helped him wipe away his tears, and said: "Boss Wen is lying in the hospital, and the news is still so well-informed. It's not serious, but he was in a hurry to yell at them, he didn't control his emotions well, and he was a little short of breath, which was relieved quickly after taking the medicine." Yes. If it is serious, can I still report to you here? In short, you can rest assured that Emerald Villa is your heart and soul, and I will definitely help you realize it."

Wen Yuanhang looked at him and smiled.

After the liquid was transfused, Wen Yuanhang reluctantly watched the child leave.

It wasn't that Wen Ziqian didn't want to spend more time with his father, but that he had a deep sense of fear for the hospital. He smelled the smell of disinfectant and his stomach throbbed.

Before leaving, Wen Yuanhang's voice sounded behind him. "Ziqian...do you still hate Dad..."

Wen Ziqian turned the wheelchair and looked at him sideways.Wen Yuanhang's face was haggard, like a dead tree, and his eyes were cloudy.However, that strong expectation turned into a strong feeling and plunged into Wen Ziqian's heart. He knew that his father hoped to be forgiven by him, even if it was a lie.As a child, he should also forgive generously.

However, he generously forgave everyone, who will forgive him?Can his life be repeated?Who will give him back a healthy body, who will give him walking legs...

No, no one!He was destined to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and he was destined to endure bone-eroding pain for the rest of his life... When he was so painful that he wished he could hit his head to death... when he fell to the ground and crawled forward... he could no longer forgive others.

Not everything in this world can be forgiven.

"No...I can't forgive..." He looked into Wen Yuanhang's eyes full of tears, and said softly: "But...I love you...Dad..."

I can't forgive you for abandoning your mother, I can't forgive your preference, and the most unforgivable thing is...you don't believe me...

The sun in late autumn is not warm, and the thick branches and leaves block the light that comes down.Wen Ziqian sat under the tree and raised his head, staring at the birds hopping on the branches in a daze.

The bird was jumping lightly on the tree trunk. He stared at the bird's claws bouncing back and forth, and looked down at the leg leaning aside.

He sighed and pushed the wheelchair to the parking lot.

The parking lot of the hospital was being renovated, and the original flat concrete floor was dug to pieces and covered with a layer of gravel.He pushed a little hard, stopped from time to time, released his right hand and shook it.

The lack of strength in his right hand had a great impact on Wen Ziqian.His daily life and everything he does depends on his hands, and he is especially afraid of getting his hands hurt, as he will become powerless.

In the past, Qin Cang was still surrounded by him, running errands on the saddle.During this period of time, he deliberately kept his distance, and Qin Cang texted him to please him: What do you want to eat tonight?I bought it back.He replied: Don't come back for a while, let me be quiet.

The obvious refusal made Qin Cang dare not go home.

Qin Cang was not around, so he had to rely on himself for all matters, which was somewhat reluctant.He let out a breath, moved the two movable fingers of his right hand, felt that he had regained some strength, and focused on sliding the wheelchair.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the gazes of passers-by.He stared at the ground numbly, these curious and pitying eyes seemed to him only funny, and he didn't need anyone's sympathy.

Someone was walking towards him, blocking his way.

"Please let me go." He raised his head and saw Pan Qin's face.His body shuddered reflexively, and the wound on his back seemed to be torn open again, causing him to gasp in pain.

He looked up at Pan Qin, and Pan Qin looked down at him, neither of them would give in.

Pan Qin and his party consisted of four people, with Pan Fang on the left and Wen Zixuan on the right, followed by a young man.

When the sword was on the verge of breaking out, Wen Ziqian glanced distractedly at the tall man.This man is slender and strong, and he dresses very trendy. He wears a floral jacket with skinny trousers, and his black leather shoes are so shiny that they can reflect light.And he is not bad looking, his facial features are handsome and majestic, he just has the expression of a son-in-law, with the corners of his mouth curled up as if watching a good show.

This face...is really an unpleasant memory...

Wen Zixuan glanced at the man and frowned.

Pan Qin looked at Wen Ziqian coldly, and said with a sneer, "Long time no see, what, the wheelchair can't move anymore? Do you need help?"

Pan Qin's obvious cynicism, Wen Zixuan tugged on her sleeve, and whispered: "Mom, stop talking."

"Why can't I say it? I'm helping him, so why can't I say it! The guy who turned his elbow from a young age, I raised him for nothing."

Wen Zixuan blushed.

Pan Qin said: "Actually, it was good that you didn't fall to your death. People like you just want to live like this. Pay me back a little bit of what you owe me, and pay back what you owe my son."

Wen Ziqian sat in the wheelchair and could only look up at her with his neck up. Suddenly he gave a "puchi" laugh and said, "Ms. Pan, you are so uneducated, don't you think?" He backed the wheelchair, Ready to walk away. "In public, bullying a disabled person is not afraid of being seen as a joke."

Passers-by in twos and threes looked over, and some stopped to watch in the distance.Pan Fang pulled Pan Qin and said, "What do you care about with him, he won't be arrogant for long."

As he spoke, he forcibly dragged Pan Qin away.

Wen Zixuan was in a dilemma: "Brother...my mother..."

"Let's go find your mother." Wen Ziqian looked up at her and smiled, "Brother doesn't want you to be caught in the middle... By the way, your entry into the job...Brother didn't target you..."

Wen Ziqian seldom explains things. He is not used to telling others the bitterness in his heart. There are some things that he can take on and he will never back down.

"Oh... I understand..."

Wen Ziqian whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It's...it's okay...I'm going to find my mother..." Wen Zixuan whispered and walked away.

Wen Ziqian breathed out, lowered his head, pushed the wheelchair with great effort, and walked away from the tall young man.

The wheelchair stopped suddenly, and the man pressed the handle of the wheelchair with his hand.

Wen Ziqian didn't turn his head, and said in a low voice, "Let go."

"Pfft", the tall young man let out a laugh, as if he heard some joke. "I won't let go, what can you do?"

Wen Ziqian took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart. There was really nothing he could do.

"Ji Hanzhi, let go! Don't provoke me again."

Ji Hanzhi laughed and said, "Did you recognize it? I thought you forgot."

forget?Turned to ashes I know.Wen Ziqian tilted his head, his disdainful eyes glanced over from the corner of Wei Yang's eyes.

Ji Hanzhi walked up to him, looked down at him and said, "After all these years, people still look so uncomfortable with your eyes, like a scumbag."

Wen Ziqian hummed, didn't he?

Ji Hanzhi said: "With your face, you will offend people sooner or later. I am a scum, what are you? For the sake of property, even your own brother can be killed. How good are you?"

Wen Ziqian's face turned pale, his right hand was placed on the push ring, trembling slightly.

Looking at his trembling hands, Ji Hanzhi felt inexplicably relieved. He stopped him and didn't want to let him go easily. He lowered his head and said: "You killed Wen Ziyi, and his mother will ask you to pay back the blood. It's not bad at all. However, You are ruthless to others, and you are also ruthless to yourself. Back then, you beat yourself to death, and I still dream of it now."

Wen Ziqian pursed his lips and remained silent, staring ahead, as if the tall young man in front of him was just a cloud of air.

"But... I will also dream about your appearance." Ji Hanzhi lowered his head, licked the corner of his mouth lewdly, and said, "And your body... is so slippery that it makes one's heart itch... I don't know, it's been paralyzed for so many years , is there any change?"

Ji Hanzhi deliberately disgusted him. He remembered that when he was a child, Wen Ziqian had the kind of personality that would burn at a moment, but after talking about it, the man still looked at the front with a cold face, with an abstinence and arrogance on his face.

Ji Hanzhi also felt bored when his hard fist hit the cotton. Seeing that he stopped talking, Wen Ziqian pushed the wheelchair and walked forward. Sure enough, Fourth Young Master Ji stepped aside to get out of the way.

"Wen Ziqian, as a friend, I advise you to be more aware of current affairs. If you are like this, you will suffer." Ji Hanzhi said behind him.

Wen Ziqian didn't bother to look back, and snorted coldly: "First, we are not friends. Second, what happens to me in the future... none of your business."

Still so interesting!Ji Hanzhi crossed his arms, looked at his back, and smiled.

……

Physically and mentally exhausted, Wen Ziqian felt powerless when driving. Because of spasms in the fingers of his right hand, it was difficult to control, and he failed to put into gear several times.

It was raining, the car in front was already driving away, the car behind kept honking to urge, and some even swore when they got around to the front: "Would you like to drive? Use a good car to block the road, you idiot."

Wen Ziqian let out a breath, shook his right hand twice, gritted his teeth and pressed the accelerator lever, and the car moved forward slowly.

He regretted not letting Uncle Wang bring him here, so he could only try to stay awake and drove back to the underground parking garage. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he didn't even have the strength to drag the wheelchair out.

He put the seat back and rested with his eyes closed. After a while, someone knocked on the car window, it was Qin Cang.

He rolled down the window, looked at Qin Cang, and said, "How do you know I'm back?"

Qin Cang said: "I've been waiting for you to see your car enter the parking garage."

He let out a breath and said, "Help me take out the wheelchair."

Qin Cang helped him take out the co-pilot's wheelchair, opened the door and adjusted the seat at an angle, then stood aside and waited.

The wheelchair and the seat were at a good angle, and Wen Ziqian was struggling to move, so he moved over with his left hand a little bit, and when he got into the wheelchair, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two returned home in silence, the atmosphere was extremely awkward.Wen Ziqian could feel that Qin Cang came with anger. They had been together for ten years, and many things were tacit and tacit.

"Tell me what you want." Wen Ziqian said.

Seeing him straight to the point, Qin Cang didn't want to beat around the bush, and said, "You suggest to my adoptive father that I marry Feifei?"

Wen Ziqian looked up at him, without avoiding the question or explaining, just one word: "Yes."

He dragged the high-back wheelchair over, stretched out his left hand and said, "Help me." In order to make it easier for him to take it, he specially changed it to a lightweight and convenient wheelchair when he went out. The advantage is that it can be disassembled and he can take it into the car The downside is that the back of the seat is a bit soft, and he couldn't sit upright even with his girdle tied.

Qin Cang didn't move, looked at him in disbelief and said, "Why? You know...you know what I like..."

"Qin Cang!" Wen Ziqian suddenly interrupted him sharply, "Don't say it...you just need to remember that I'm doing it for your own good..."

Qin Cang was taken aback by his drink, and his long-buried feelings suddenly spewed out. He said loudly, "For my own good? Let me tell you, I'm not good at all! Wen Ziqian, I have listened to you since I was a child. It's impossible for me to listen to you on this matter alone. I came today to hear you tell me clearly whether it is possible for the two of us! I won't leave until I get the answer I want. "

Wen Ziqian didn't have the strength to quarrel with him, nor did he have the strength to move himself into a more comfortable wheelchair, so he sank into the soft chair, enduring wave after wave of pain in his back.

"Qin Cang...I don't want to talk about this today..."

"Wen Ziqian, you owe me an explanation, and I want to listen to this!"

Wen Ziqian looked at the young man's eyes. His eyelashes were long, hard and not curled at all. He looked aggressively at the black eyes, and he could see bloodshot eyes.Youth is like a wounded pet, waiting for comfort from its owner.

Wen Ziqian was very tired, he didn't want to dwell on this problem, he wanted to climb into bed and have a good sleep.

"What explanation do you want? What explanation do you want to hear? Qin Cang, do you think that you are really a master when people call you "Little Lord Qin"? Everything about you was given to you by Master Qin, but you are an outsider after all. Although you manage the business of the venue, all the money you earn is in the account of the Qin family. What do you have? After all, you are a watchdog, just barking. If Master Qin doesn't need you someday, you will have nothing , like a stray dog."

Qin Cang laughed "hehe", and said sarcastically, "I still want to thank you for my feelings, thank you for thinking about me, my brother?"

Wen Ziqian propped his elbows on the handrail to stabilize his falling body. His left leg shook just now and fell to the ground.He violently pulled his left leg up, and slid the wheelchair to the bedroom, his left leg convulsed slightly on the pedal like beating time.

He suppressed his anger, tried his best to slow down his tone, stopped the wheelchair and said: "Qin Cang...I am very tired today, really tired...I don't want to argue with you...Remember, you are very important to me, I won't hurt you..."

He pushed the wheelchair exhaustedly, exhausting all his strength every time, he said to himself, Wen Ziqian, don't hurt him because of your weakness, he is different from you, his future is bright, sunny and happy ...

The wheelchair was caught, and it was the second time today, "Let go!" Wen Ziqian said.

"Don't let go!" Qin Cang's stubborn temper also came up.

"open!"

"Don't let it go!"

Wen Ziqian's anger exploded instantly.

"Let go! You fucking bully me so I can't go, right! You fucking bully me as a paralyzed man!"

The word "paralytic" pierced into Qin Cang's heart like an awl, he let go, gritted his teeth and said, "I will not marry Lord Qin's daughter, I don't want power, Lord Qin is kind to me, I am willing to be a dog for the Qin family ...You are also kind to me... I am willing to be your dog!"

When Wen Ziqian heard it, he didn't know whether it was from anger or physical pain, his face was a little distorted, he turned the wheelchair sharply, looked at him aggressively, and said sharply: "Qin Cang! Shut up! I spoil you, you really treat yourself Is it a pet? Don't think I don't know the dirty things in your heart, how many nights you have kissed my feet while I was asleep, you pretend I don't know!"

Qin Cang took two steps back, his face turned pale.

"My skin is very brittle, and it's easy to leave marks. If I don't tell you, you really think I'm stupid!"

Qin Cang trembled his lips, looked at Wen Ziqian's red eyes, and suddenly said loudly: "I...I...I love you!"

Wen Ziqian tilted his neck and laughed, "Love... Love can be eaten... Don't be stupid... Let's face the reality, there is no love in this world and you can do whatever you want... I paved the way for you, let's go It's your business not to leave, you don't know what's good or bad, and I don't want to mess around with your business anymore, we two should go our separate ways and go our separate ways, just go away."

Qin Cang gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said tremblingly, "Wen Ziqian, you are so cruel, I am blind, I have liked you for so many years... I am so fucking wrong!"

Qin Cang slammed the door and left with a loud noise, which made his eardrums ache.

Wen Ziqian let out a sigh of relief, and reluctantly entered the bedroom. When he was moving horizontally, his right hand softened, and he fell from the bed to the floor.

He didn't have the strength to get up again, barely reached a thin quilt, dragged it down and wrapped it around his body, and passed out.