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A vulgar word was thrown away.

There was no movement on the screen again.

After a while, Song Zhi saw that "typing" was displayed on the top of the chat box again.

The man deleted and deleted the words, and finally said:

[I will go back early. ]

Song Zhi quickly replied with a [OK. ]

Then he put down his phone and continued to eat his hot pot.

The mutton picked up from the clear soup has a clear oil color, the meat is tender and smooth, and the white edge is rich in fat. When dipped in sesame sauce and a mouthful of coriander, it immediately heats up the whole body, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and even the soul is ironed by it. submissive.

The delicious food here is tangy, and the friends around him are lively.

However, President Fang, who was thousands of kilometers away, hadn't gotten off work yet, sitting alone in front of his office computer.

The man turned off his phone and leaned back on the swivel chair.

At this moment, the secretary knocked on the door of the office, opened a crack in the door, and walked in.After seeing his president's sad look for the first time, he informed softly: "Mr. Fang, the Italian client has already been connected, and it will be there in 10 minutes."

"People from Beijing are also waiting, are you going to meet now?"

"See." Fang Chengyan sat up straight again.After finishing speaking, under the concerned gaze of the secretary, he took the relevant documents, got up and walked out.

Others were not at the company's headquarters, and the foreign investor wanted to participate in the investment, so he directly sent his assistant to Qingyuan Town.

Ten minutes later, the group started reporting as scheduled.

The assistant is from Corsica in Genoa and can speak French and Italian, but he can't speak English, so he has a Chinese translator with him.

The wall-mounted LCD screen displays a line chart of their company's real-time stock market trends, and the Corsican explained his plan in detail.

During this explanation, he suddenly heard a familiar word.

During other people's presentations, Fang Chengyan has always acted as a quiet and respectful audience. No matter what doubts or questions he has, he will raise them at the end.

"Sorry, Miss Translator." At this time, he suddenly interrupted the other party.

The huge conference room suddenly became extremely quiet, several prominent executives and staff all turned their heads to look at him.

"I want to ask." The man asked slowly, "My promise."

"What means?"

"Wu Nuo?" The translator was stunned for a moment, she was confused. Is there any question worth asking President Fang?

She immediately explained: "It means one."

"Number one."

The handsome man pursed his lips and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

With bible-like Corsican in his ears, President Fang gradually found that he could not concentrate.

My mind is full of scenes of a young man in a white shirt with a fluorescent suspenders, laughing and chatting with Italians in a bar.

——Why does he advertise that he is 1 everywhere?

——Talk whoever is arrested.

The president of a dignified real estate company has a way of dealing with hundreds of millions of dollars in business and a way of avoiding financial investment risks.But there is no way to change Song Zhishi's idea of ​​1, and there is no countermeasure.

Is there anything in this world that makes the corners of your mouth twitch more than this kind of thing?

He inexplicably felt a faint sadness, and this stupefaction lasted for half an hour, until the foreign assistant stepped down and was replaced by a staff from the Beijing headquarters to do market analysis, Fang Chengyan, uncharacteristically, did not come back to his senses .

Just as the employee started to summarize the final data, everyone suddenly heard their wise and mighty President Fang sigh softly.

Although the voice is weak.

But still, everyone in the meeting room was stunned. Seeing the slight distress on the face of their president, they only felt a burst of exclamation and surprise.

Because this man always possesses extraordinary energy, he seems to be fascinated as soon as he works, how could he lose his mind in the meeting! ?

Still sigh?

Which god is worrying him?

Everyone didn't dare to speak, and they were extremely puzzled - the president had been in this state for a whole day.

The speaker on the stage was a little girl who had just taken office for a month. She just flew over from Beijing this morning, and it was the first day she met the president of the company.

I've always heard that the president has a good temper and doesn't get angry with his subordinates easily, but she was so sighed on the spot that she almost cried out.

Oh my god, is President Fang bored?Did her report suck?

She wanted to pretend she didn't hear it, and continued to speak a few more sentences, but her heart was fragile and nervous, and she found that she had completely forgotten the words.

Trembling and suppressing crying, he asked, "Is it because I said something wrong? President?"

"No."

Fang Chengyan found that his poor state directly affected other people's emotions, so he quickly explained: "Sorry, I'm just a little tired, please continue."

The little girl was teary-eyed.

He added: "No other meaning, you are well prepared, please continue."

The man is just like the above, he spends the whole day in a daze.

Even when you finally get home from get off work and see the passenger seat, your mind will be filled with images of someone.

Take advantage of no one around.

He sighed again in the main driver.

It's really hopeless, Fang Chengyan.

……

The three of them were full and wandered out of the restaurant door.

A small wind blows head-on.

Chen Baiyu burped his brothers: "It's so damn good."

Xiang Bin said: "You are so awesome, you made two pots of tripe yourself."

"Don't talk about me, you are a ruthless person, just wait for the chrysanthemums to bloom tomorrow morning." He paused and asked, "Where is Song Zhi? Are you full?"

"Xiaozhi just ate mutton and potatoes."

"No wonder I'm a potato and I haven't seen him, my feelings are all learned by him."

Xiang Bin was so hot that his heart burned, he asked him with his tongue out, "Where are we going?"

Song Zhi said, "Let's go for a stroll, and hurry back later."

Chen Baiyu immediately suggested: "The buddy will take you to the driving school now."

"It's been nagging in my ears just now, I'll take you to have a look, so as not to worry about it in my dreams tonight."

The three of them headed to Guangjiao together.

"That's it?"

They stood outside the dilapidated iron fence of the driving school.

The main road at the door is a dirt road with potholes, and there are a few dog poops from time to time.The three young men walked around outside and found that there was not even a light, and the wind was blowing, which was a bit scary.

"It's really broken...Actually, we don't have to take the test, Binzi and I can pick you up." Chen Baiyu put his hand on Song Zhi's shoulder.

"Hey, it's nothing to trouble others to pick me up every day." Song Zhi waved his hand and said no, "When they ask me to pick me up, I only have two legs, so I can't help, it's too embarrassing!"

"Who did you take?" Chen Baiyu heard different meanings in these words, and he moved his face closer: "Fang Chengyan?"

Song Zhi really couldn't hear the word "Fang Chengyan" from his mouth now, so he said nonsense: "No, pick up my sister-in-law."

"I live in Qingyuan like a troublemaker. I don't even have a travel tool. She always borrows other people's electric vehicles."

"I am a big man, with hands and feet."

"not like this."

"Besides, I can still drive a car to buy goods in the future."

Xiang Bin praised: "Okay, a real man, Xiaozhi."

"Let's concentrate on the test! After we get the certificate, we will have a whole Mercedes in the future!" Chen Baiyu said.

Song Zhi realized that Chen Baiyu was hustling him with Fang Chengyan again, so he gave him a glance and said nothing.

The dirt road was so unbelievably rugged that Officer Xiang almost sprained his leg. Song Zhi was quick to grab his friend.

After standing still, Xiang Bin looked around for a week, and then commented: "The driving school where your friend works is really broken."

"This working environment..."

Chen Baiyu let out a displeased "tsk" and interrupted him: "The main reason is that it is convenient to have acquaintances, and you don't have to wait in line for the practice car. Isn't that nice?"

"It's okay, mainly because I really haven't noticed where there is a driving school in our district." Song Zhi kicked the stones on the side of the road as he walked: "If it's broken, it's broken. I don't have any requirements."

"It's enough to get a certificate."

Chen Baiyu patted him on the shoulder: "Then wait until tomorrow."

"Okay!" Song Zhi vowed, with high fighting spirit.

He spent the whole day happily and came home at midnight.

Mother Song stopped him at the door and asked how he was doing today.

Song Zhi was changing his slippers, and immediately realized that he was probably asking Yao Shuqing, so he had no choice but to answer dryly, saying that the little girl was fine.

Song's mother was overjoyed, and the questions popped up one after another.

Song Zhi didn't want to say more, he felt that Yao Shuqing was a noisy, lively and cheerful girl, but the way the two of them got along was completely friends.

Fearing that his mother would be disappointed in the end, he first gave Song's mother a vaccination.Before walking into the bedroom, he said one last sentence to the other party: "It is impossible for us to be together."

"Why?" Mother stopped laughing and asked him with wide eyes.

Song Zhi replied: "She knows about me."

This sentence of "my business" directly dispelled Song's mother's thoughts.

"I'm sorry to delay others."

Mother Song stood there with embarrassment on her face, "But your Uncle Yao also thinks you are good."

"It's all just polite talk."

Song Zhi has already grasped the doorknob: "I am a sinner, I can't marry a good girl."

"..." Song's mother's expression dimmed instantly: "Xiao Zhi, do you have to... say such things in front of me?"

Song Zhi remained silent, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Mom, when are we going to give my brother...?"

"Wait for your dad, he'll go when he's done with his work these two days." Song's mother was really saddened by the younger son's words, and after she finished speaking, she turned and walked away sadly.

Song Zhi's hand on the doorknob dropped again. After seeing his mother enter the room, he hesitated for a while, then walked into the study.

Before Song Guoxiao came home, he first walked around the study, wanting to see the portrait of his elder brother.

In the end, he found a key behind the portrait. He took the key and looked around, only to find that it belonged to the first drawer of the desk.

Reach in and unscrew.

There is only a kraft paper file bag inside.

There is no name written on the outside, but a stack of thick paper is inside.

He untied the outer white thread.

Inside are the identity documents of the deceased sent by the transportation department, the cremation notice, the statement of claim after the court’s approval, and the indemnity receipt.

Every document is brand new, and I am afraid that it was put in, so I never opened it again...

In addition, there are photos of Song Xiang from childhood to adulthood.

It recorded the big brother with various expressions and states. Song Zhi looked at those photos, as if he was getting to know a stranger.

There is only one photo of the two together - when they were very young.

At that time, the eyebrows and eyes of the two brothers were extremely similar. Because the facial features were not obvious when they were young, they almost looked exactly the same. It was not until they grew up that they slowly began to change.

Song Zhi's skin is fairer, but slightly shorter than his brother. Song Xiang is 1.8 meters six, mature and stable, and his temperament is very similar to the second Song Guoxiao. He is still a public official in the system. His son inherited his father's career. son.

last photo.

It was taken when the eldest brother was closing the coffin.

Song Xiang's bluish handsome face was turned pale by the mortician.Pink, some blush on her cheeks, her eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep peacefully.

This is his elder brother whose blood is thicker than water and who cared for him the most. He died on the way to find his younger brother.

It shouldn't be opened to read, Song Zhi only felt a heavy plaque hang down from his heart, hanging brightly above his head. The word "sinner" is engraved on it, which makes people unable to lift their heads for a lifetime.

Good luck tricks people.

Song Zhi has lived for more than 20 years, perhaps because God is so happy to see him live a happy life, and he has never suffered, so he is going to give him a hard meal.

Like tea leaves, after being scalded once, a layer of skin fades.

After reading all the documents, Song Zhi's eyes turned red.When I went to touch the bag again, there was only one mobile phone left underneath.

Song Zhi silently put those documents back intact, and then took the phone back to the bedroom.He glanced at the black screen against the bedside light, and his guilt-ridden face was reflected on it.

Because it has not been turned on for a long time, the phone has lost power.

Song Zhi sat by the bed and waited dumbfounded for an hour for it to charge.

Finally waited until the boot.

The wallpaper on the screen is a group photo of the eldest brother and sister-in-law.The sister-in-law seemed to be still working as a cabinet lady at that time, and the two stood in front of the makeup counter, handsome men and beautiful women, eyes full of happiness.

He looked through all the photos in the album blankly, except for the screenshots at work and his sister-in-law's pregnancy checkup, there was nothing else.

There is also a gps location of the university, which is a picture that my elder brother often has to find when picking up Song Zhi a few years ago.

There is nothing else to look at.

Song Zhiliang felt extremely tormented, and at some point, a drop of cold tears fell silently on the phone screen.

He reached out to wipe it, but accidentally touched the contact page number with his fingertips.

This page shows that the two phone calls that the eldest brother connected before his death came from a number marked in red on the mobile phone.

There is no place of origin, and the numbers are arranged in disorder.

Is it a harassing call from an advertisement?then what?The call time is as long as 3 minutes, and there is no name?

Under the bedside lamp, Song Zhi sniffled, staring at the string of red numbers in a strange way, and dialed it...

The earpiece beeped mechanically, once a second, and the sound was prolonged. In the dead of night, it made people's scalp tingle.

Not connected.

He called back a second time.

"Dududu-"

"Dududu-"

But this time.

The voice was quickly cut off within five seconds.