Perhaps it was because Wei Zhiyuan looked so miserable that even Mr. Zhang was moved.

He thought, his brother looked miserable, as if he had just come back from herding cattle. He had come all the way from overseas to return to the big family of the motherland. How could he disturb him from enjoying the warmth of the family? So Mr. Zhang wisely left for once.

Throughout Mr. Zhang's long life, he knew the word "sensible" only as often as Halley's Comet appeared in the night sky with its long tail swaying.

Wei Zhiyuan's appearance was like that of Guanyin Bodhisattva, who came to save the suffering and immediately dispersed all the demons and monsters. Sanpang suggested that the three of them find a place to sit down.

Wei Qian turned around and said a few words to Xiao Fei. Finally, his attention shifted to the two guys in charge of the project budget. The scary Director Wei suddenly revealed a terrifying smile like a vampire.

"We have to apply for a Nobel Prize for those two kids tomorrow." Director Wei said lightly.

Xiao Fei calmly asked, "Oh, which award?"

Director Wei: "Special Award for Disgrace."

He said this and walked away with his hands in his pockets under the two young men's frightened gazes.

...as if bullying these unfortunate kids could bring back a little pathetic balance to the extreme embarrassment just now.

Sanpang walked around Wei Zhiyuan's pickup truck, kicked the tire, and scraped the rust on the door with his hand: "It looks useless, but it's quite sturdy."

"I just got off the highway and checked before getting on." Wei Zhiyuan took off his tattered straw hat and held it in his hand. He glanced at Wei Qian and uncomfortably put down his rolled-up sleeves. "Hey, brother."

Wei Qian took a look and thought, well, only the teeth were left and they were still white.

Wei Qian has been the soul of the company for many years. He is young, so if he keeps making a lot of noise, it will be even more outrageous. Therefore, he has long been shrewd and shrewd. No matter how his mood fluctuates at this moment, his face quickly recovers after a brief loss of composure. At this moment, he just nodded calmly: "Well, have you eaten?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "No, I haven't taken care of it today."

Wei Qian reached out and patted Wei Zhiyuan on the back: "Let's go."

In a third-tier city, the emperor is far away and the sky is high, and the area is full of dens of debauchery.

The three of them walked to a restaurant and found a secluded private room.

Wei Qian took the menu and read it through without asking for anyone's opinion. He ordered all the dishes in five minutes, then threw the menu aside and said to the waiter, "You don't need to come in unless someone calls you to do so. And give me another bowl of millet porridge—no porridge? Then go to the porridge shop across the street and buy me a bowl."

Sanpang couldn't take it anymore and started to protest: "Why are all these the ones this kid likes to eat? Where's mine?"

Wei Qian raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "After eating all day, is it not enough for you to exercise?"

Sanpang: "Do you have a conscience? You're so drunk, okay? Isn't it all to protect you? Then who is it - little sister, give me a plate of braised pork."

Wei Qian turned his head and sneered softly: "Merge similar items."

Wei Zhiyuan soon discovered that after so many years, his brother didn't look much different except that he looked more intimidating and dressed more respectably. If there was any change, it was that he didn't speak human language anymore. He thought back to the time when they first met until now, and realized that except for Mr. Zhang, an outsider, Wei Qian had basically never been polite to anyone.

The eldest brother was probably a little slow to react when he first saw him, but now he has come to his senses. Wei Zhiyuan has a premonition that the opponent's firepower will be coming soon - he always can't help but have a masochistic tendency in front of Wei Qian, because he knows that Wei Qian's bad attitude is always clear inside and outside, and even insults and sarcasm have almost become his unique way of expressing intimacy.

Sure enough, Wei Qian took a sip of tea, looked Wei Zhiyuan up and down, and asked with a frown: "Why did you return all the money I transferred to you? You didn't disguise yourself as a slave to work on an illegal farm, did you?"

Wei Zhiyuan accepted the insults with great pleasure, his eyes seemed to be glued to Wei Qian and he would not tear them away.

Wei Zhiyuan said: "This is a long story - my first stop after returning to China was Hong Kong. Isn't that a place full of tourists from all over the world? There are currency exchange points everywhere? Basically, you can change money as you need it. As a result, I stayed in Hong Kong for less than a week and forgot about changing money. Then I went to Taiwan. It was almost 11 o'clock in the evening when I landed at Taoyuan Airport. The places where money can be exchanged at the airport were closed. I remembered that I didn't have Taiwan dollars to use, and I couldn't even buy a ticket for the airport bus. Fortunately, I met a sunset tour group from Taichung. A few aunts took pity on me and took me back to Taichung. I stayed at their home for a few days. I felt a little embarrassed for the warm hospitality. It happened that their family had an orchard, so I went over to help them for a few days. When I came out, I was exposed like this."

What's going on? Wei Qian thought, the hardest job I asked you to do was to clean windows during festivals. Did I send you away just to let you come back and work as a temporary worker in the orchard?

He said sarcastically with a straight face, "Oh, I was wondering why you didn't go home after returning to China. It turns out that your home is too small to accommodate a returned overseas doctor like you, right?"

Sanpang interrupted and said, "Hey, Qian'er, can you take a break first and wait until he is full before you start to spray him? Xiaoyuan, you are the same. You came back without even saying hello."

He paused for a moment, glanced at Wei Qian, and asked Wei Zhiyuan hesitantly and vaguely, "Is it because you don't want to see someone? Haha, it can't be me, your third brother?"

Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and looked at him without dodging, with a little smile on his face, but without any gloom. He said directly: "That's right, I was ignorant back then, and Third Brother was doing it for my brother... and my own good."

Sanpang didn't expect that he would dare to reveal it in front of Wei Qian, and was stunned for a moment.

When Wei Qian heard this, he immediately guessed what was going on. He lowered his head and turned his teacup with his fingers, but didn't show anything to avoid embarrassing the three of them.

"I'm not not going home." Wei Zhiyuan changed the subject as if nothing had happened. "We're making something over there, and I'm on a business trip here. I rented the car, and I was going home on my way home after I was done with the work. I was just thinking about saying goodbye to you guys when I ran into you..."

He remembered something, and his expression became a little strange: "You...what did you do?"

Sanpang immediately stopped caring about what he had just said and waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't talk nonsense! It's all because of that old guy named Zhang who is always dishonest. We were dragged over by him and we were planning to run away without even having a show. I, I, I, I am a decent man with a family. Don't slander my innocence."

Wei Zhiyuan laughed out loud.

Wei Qian had never heard Wei Zhiyuan laugh so cheerfully, and rarely saw him being so talkative with Sanpang. He had never heard that Wei Zhiyuan was willing to be taken home by a group of strangers in an unfamiliar place without any hesitation.

In his impression, the kid has been like a wild beast since he was young, always anxious and wary of the world. Even if he really has no money because he forgot to change it, based on Wei Qian's understanding of him, Wei Zhiyuan will most likely find a place to stay at the airport for the night and wait until the next morning when people go to work.

Wei Qian suddenly realized that the boy who had been angry with him and had a look of grief as if he was about to die when he left, had grown up silently in a place where he could not see.

The dishes came up one after another. Wei Zhiyuan didn't know how long it had been since he had a proper meal. He devoured everything in one gulp, which reminded the other two people present of his youth when he could eat several large bowls of rice per meal.

"I just ate a piece of dry bread this morning and didn't have time to eat at noon, so I've been hungry ever since." Wei Zhiyuan explained, "Brother, why do you only take two mouthfuls of porridge? Your food has become so small?"

Sanpang: "Don't worry about him. He is almost as pure as an old monk. He doesn't eat this or that. He spends all day at home boiling vegetable leaves and drinking porridge, calling it 'health preservation'. Do you think he is sick? The old bear occasionally sneaks out and puts on a hat to eat meat."

Wei Qian rolled his eyes at him: "Yeah, so I don't have the three highs."

He looked at Sanpang who was stuffing a large piece of braised pork into his mouth, and said with a look of annoyance: "Hey Sange, you should be more careful. The fat under your skin is more than a person's thickness. Mosquitoes won't bite you in the summer - they're afraid that your mouth will be broken and folded inside."

In response to such vicious comments, Kim Jong-un grabbed a large piece of meat, both fat and lean, and ate it with a smacking mouth.

"This is a bit of an overreaction," Wei Zhiyuan said, wiping his hands, peeling a large shrimp and putting it on the small plate in front of Wei Qian. "But I'm still relieved that my brother knows how to take care of his health. I was scared to death when he answered the phone without sound. I had already booked a return ticket at that time, and I refunded it after hearing that my third brother said he was fine."

Wei Qian said nothing and just picked it up and ate it.

Seeing this, Sanpang quickly followed suit and got a large piece of greasy, trembling meat, pretending to throw it into Wei Qian's plate: "Eat this, it's delicious!"

Wei Qian: "Get lost."

The fat man, who was treated differently, felt that he was hurt, and he took back his chopsticks and ate it himself, saying, "You bit that person, you don't know how to appreciate kindness."

At this time, Wei Zhiyuan seemed to remember something, and suddenly frowned and asked Wei Qian: "No, from what Third Brother said...didn't you find someone to take care of you these years?"

Wei Qian: “…”

The flesh on Sanpang's face trembled for a moment, and he laughed dryly: "Young man, you really hit the nail on the head when you open your mouth... Oh, you should eat more vegetables."

The expression on Wei Zhiyuan's face suddenly became a little complicated. His eyes suddenly lit up and his expression changed several times, finally settling on a look of loneliness and indescribable heartache.

Sanpang said quickly, "Yes, how about we ask them to open a bottle of wine? It's a welcome for Xiaoyuan. Xiaoyuan, do you want some?"

When Wei Qian heard the word "wine", his head swelled three times: "Go to hell, haven't you had enough yet?"

Wei Zhiyuan also waved his hand: "No, Third Brother, I'm starving. Let me eat more. I have to drive later."

Then, he tilted his head to look at Wei Qian. There was something in his eyes that he couldn't explain. His eyes seemed to be electrified as he glanced at Wei Qian vaguely: "Besides, my self-control is not good enough yet. I'm afraid I'll go crazy if I drink too much and have sex with someone else."

Kim Jong-un didn't react to what was happening for a moment and was just staring in amazement.

Wei Qian's face darkened, and he threw his chopsticks on the spot. The two chopsticks jumped up high and fell to the ground with a clatter: "Wei Zhiyuan!"

Wei Zhiyuan quickly took out a new pair and gave it to him: "I'm just kidding, just kidding, brother, don't be angry, but don't ignore me for another year... ah, yes, well, I'm making something with a few friends now, are you interested in listening? Welcome to invest."

"Ignore him for a year" and so on, making such jokes on the spot, and their Chairman Wei turning hostile on the spot because of a single sentence... Sanpang is now almost certain that something must have happened to Wei Zhiyuan before he went abroad that he didn't know about. The fat man had thousands of words in his heart, which finally converged into two words - "Fuck".

He changed all kinds of weird expressions like his facial muscles were necrotic. Finally, he looked at Wei Qian, then at Wei Zhiyuan, and had no choice but to stand up and block the bullet hole in this deadly atmosphere. He laughed dryly and said, "Okay, tell me."

Wei Zhiyuan immediately took the opportunity to talk about what they were doing now - they were a few classmates who had started a large group of people and were making a road online game. There were various roads based on landscapes from all over the world, and dungeon maps were randomly opened. Players needed to replenish and repair vehicles at any time. In order to obtain supplies and upgrade, various plots and tasks would be triggered.

"I'm planning the China map, so I went to all the important 'supply points' set in the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong and Macao." Wei Zhiyuan said, "In the various copies of the 'supply points', the attitudes of the NPCs are set as a set of random numbers that conform to a certain distribution, which means that players may encounter 'good guys' or 'bad guys', all based on luck. Now we have contacted a few friends who study sociology to explore the possibility of plot development under some extreme settings."

Wei Qian's expression eased slightly, and after a pause, he asked, "What is your positioning and what is your value point? Tell me about it."

Wei Zhiyuan: "We are targeting office workers who are tired of working from nine to five and good students who don't skip classes. People who live a monotonous life for a long time are easily bored with their daily lives. We simulate a world of boundless possibilities for them - the specific plan is in my car, I will show it to you later. Tomorrow I will drive to City A and then go home from City A, and the mission of this trip will be completed."

Sanpang felt relieved when he heard what he said sounded like that: "Okay, brother, that's interesting."

Wei Qian asked, "When I said I would invest in you, why did you prefer to knock on other people's doors one by one instead of telling me?"

Wei Zhiyuan picked up the bowl, drank the last mouthful of soup, smiled at him, revealing two small white canine teeth: "I wasn't confident at that time. Now we are looking for partners around the world. Brother, please join us. We will have a pleasant cooperation."

Wei Zhiyuan kept his word and left soon. It seemed that the chance encounter with Wei Qian did not affect his scheduled schedule in any way, except for a free meal. Wei Qian took out the key to his house from his pocket and gave it to him. Before leaving, he told Wei Zhiyuan: "Xiaobao is now shooting an advertisement in City A. You can go see her when you are free. There is something wrong with a project department, and I have to go over to take a look. You can go home by yourself after you are done."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Okay, I'll wait for you to come home."

After he finished speaking, he took out a string of beads from his bag and put them on Wei Qian's hand. "This is a piece of leftover rosewood that I asked someone for. It's not worth much, but there are a total of 108 beads, all of which I polished by hand. I'll give it to you to play with."

After Wei Zhiyuan finished speaking, he lightly squeezed Wei Qian's hand, then turned and left.

Wei Qian and Sanpang watched him drive away in his shabby pickup truck. Sanpang finally couldn't help asking Wei Qian, "Brother, what does this mean? Do you know what he did to you...?"

Wei Qian lowered his eyes, feeling upset for a moment: "Yeah."

Sanpang let out a long sigh, feeling that the situation in front of him was a mess. Wei Zhiyuan's return this time made him feel even more confused. He had no choice but to go all out and tell Wei Qian about this matter which seemed absurd and even difficult for him to say.

Sanpang: "So what do you think?"

"Ridiculous." Wei Qian answered him like this, but he did not take off the beads on his wrist.

After he finished speaking, he put a cigarette in his mouth and took out his phone as he walked.

Sanpang heard him calling his subordinates in a slow but spine-chilling tone: "Alkali reaction on the facade? [Note] Oh, you are anxious now? Gentlemen, you are really good at it. How do you do waterproofing? What do the people who accept the project do for a living? How to deal with it? Let the relevant responsible persons stand in a line and lick the wall clean for me..."

It was as if the rare humanity in him disappeared as Wei Zhiyuan walked away.

An incredible thought suddenly arose in Sanpang’s mind: Is his own life more important, or is secular ethics more important?

Then, Sanpang shook his head vigorously and felt that he was crazy.

As for Wei Zhiyuan, he quickly arrived in City A and contacted Xiaobao using the number given by Wei Qian.

Song Xiaobao and a male model who was shooting an advertisement with her were waiting for him at the highway intersection. When she saw Wei Zhiyuan, Xiaobao asked the male companion to drive the car back and got into Wei Zhiyuan's car. She first burst into tears, and then she returned to her talkative nature. Wei Zhiyuan took her to dinner, and she kept chattering all the way.

She talked the most about Wei Qian. Every time she heard about that man, Wei Zhiyuan stopped interrupting and just listened quietly. He felt that his memory, which had been blank for more than four years, was being filled in bit by bit in Xiaobao's narration.

Finally, Xiaobao reluctantly returned to the crew, and Wei Zhiyuan found a hotel to stay in, preparing to go home the next day.

After taking a shower, he sat down at the table, took out a tattered cowhide notebook from his luggage, and wrote down the date.

"I didn't expect to see him in that situation. Even though there were countless people and countless voices around me, I recognized him immediately. For more than four years, I tried my best to appear calm and finish my business before going back to see him. I didn't expect there would always be so many surprises.

I realized that I missed him so much.

At first, in that situation, I was really angry, not because of jealousy, but how could he treat me so perfunctorily? I bit the tip of my tongue until it bled before I calmed down. It turned out that he was also forced to do it, and it seemed that in order to get away, he indirectly caused a funny accident.

I felt a little nervous, but I felt that my nervousness was unreasonable. I had already made up my mind, but I still couldn't face him calmly.

Maybe if you can be calm, it doesn't mean you are in love deeply?

I think I've found what to focus on for the next while: perfecting my current job and getting my people."

After he finished speaking, he sat quietly under the lamp for a while, giving himself ten minutes for self-reflection.

After finishing all the homework for the day, he changed into sportswear and went to the hotel's own gym for his routine exercise. Thinking that he would be able to go home the next day, Wei Zhiyuan had a smile on his face until he lay down.

Xiaobao packed a box of low-sugar and low-fat desserts and took them back to share with her colleagues. Alex, the mixed-race male model who drove for her, initially said that he wanted to maintain his figure and refused to eat. But he came to knock on her door in the middle of the night, begging for more while holding his stomach pitifully.

Xiaobao: "I knew you were just that capable, so I left a piece for you. Come in and eat."

The tall and handsome Alex was so moved that his eyes filled with tears. He sobbed and said, "Lili, you are my goddess."

Alex is a pure homosexual, and a very ethical person who has been a zero for thousands of years and will never be a one. He has deep facial features, but he is a mean and shameless person.

"Is that your brother who came this afternoon?" Alex asked while eating. "Oh my god, that body type, that appearance... Tsk tsk."

Xiao Bao picked up the clothes drying rack and pulled it hard on his back: "I'm warning you, little gay, don't think about hitting on my little brother, or I'll kill you."

Her beatings didn't hurt, and Alex didn't take it seriously. He just arched his back and let her hit him, saying, "Little girl, do you think your brother is straight? He looks like me, you naive kid."

Song Xiaobao: "You farted!"

Alex: "Hahahaha, yeah, it stinks."

His reaction made Xiaobao's heart skip a beat - Alex was only serious when he was joking, and he was basically nonchalant when he was telling the truth.

Could it be that the second brother is...

It can't be true?