Wei Qian stayed in the hospital well for more than a week, but before half a month had passed, he could no longer stay there.

He was used to a busy life, so he felt a bit tired in the first few days after the operation and felt sleepy after wandering around for a while. But as he stayed awake longer and longer every day, he began to find the monotonous and boring life in the hospital unbearable.

After the Little New Year, it was approaching New Year's Eve. It was getting more and more lively outside, but Wei Qian felt more and more like he was in prison. He endured silently for a few days like he was in prison, and finally made up his mind to escape.

Wei Qian has always been a man of action. As long as he wants to and the time is right, he can always put it into practice in the shortest time possible - such as putting on his clothes and running.

But that day, Wei Qian thought for a moment and still did not run away. He was afraid that Xiaoyuan would be anxious, so he waited patiently until Wei Zhiyuan came at noon.

Wei Zhiyuan brought a thick stack of documents: "This is our funding plan, in duplicate in Chinese and English - the budget control part has been revised for the third time. This is the annual meeting arrangement plan submitted by your administrative department, and this is the year-end bonus submitted by your human resources department. You are required to sign both. Do you want to read it yourself or do you want me to read it to you?"

If you don't work with Wei Qian, you won't know how picky he is, especially when he is in the hospital and has nothing to do.

Wei Qian could never simply and happily say "I know" and let his subordinates go. He could always modify the submitted materials into a mess, and the revision opinions between the lines would contain more than the original text... Of course, during this period, it was usually the long-term worker Wei Zhiyuan who wrote on his behalf.

But this time, Wei Qian acted out of character. He read it from beginning to end, said nothing, and signed it.

Wei Zhiyuan took out all the gel pens with new refills, but found that he had no use for them. He looked at Wei Qian uncomfortably and asked worriedly, "Brother, are you feeling unwell today?"

Wei Qian rubbed his nose: "Well...I want to discuss something with you."

Wei Zhiyuan was simply shocked. He had never known that his brother had the word "discuss" in his dictionary. He didn't react for a moment and just said "ah" blankly.

"I want to go out for a while this afternoon to get some fresh air," Wei Qian looked at him sincerely, and then added in a friendly manner, "Is that okay?"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't answer his question for a full half minute. After half a minute, he said in a completely out of tune: "Are you asking me?"

The veins on Wei Qian's forehead jumped: "What else?"

"I...I, um," Wei Zhiyuan's mind was a mess and he almost stuttered, "No, no problem."

Wei Qian had actually changed his clothes, just waiting for him to say this. He took off the hospital gown he wore outside for show, put on his coat, and prepared to escape from prison. He quickly gathered up the documents scattered on the bed and stuffed them into Wei Zhiyuan's bag. He also took out a hat from somewhere and put it on, pressing down the brim of the hat: "Let's go, while the nurses are out for dinner."

Wei Zhiyuan was dragged out by him in a daze, and pondered for the whole journey: "Wait, what did he just say that I'm 'fine'?"

It was not until Wei Zhiyuan took hold of the steering wheel that he suddenly remembered to ask, "Where are we going?"

Wei Qian: "Go home."

Wei Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and told him: "Xiaobao is staying at home these two days, do you want to be caught by her?"

Wei Qian blurted out without thinking: "Then go back to the company."

Wei Zhiyuan said in confusion: "Why are you going back to the company? Haven't you approved and signed everything?"

Wei Qian: “…”

He finally realized why he was so boring. Apart from these two things, he couldn't think of anything else to do.

Wei Zhiyuan turned his head, thought for a moment, and then asked him cautiously: "Brother, can you... go out with me? I have never been on a date in my life."

Wei Qian looked at Wei Zhiyuan with pity and compassion - as if he had made the appointment himself.

"Okay, let's go. I'll treat you... treat you..." Wei Qian agreed immediately, but he was stuck for the rest of the sentence. He was at a loss for words for a long time and suggested without any creativity, "Well, let's eat?"

Wei Zhiyuan was amused by him: "What are you going to treat me to?"

Wei Qian: “Western food?”

Wei Zhiyuan: "Western food is hard to digest. Your body won't allow it now."

Wei Qian: "The one who eats the Japanese..."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Don't you think they give birth to too many children?"

"..." Wei Qian, "Let's go home. I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

Finally, the two of them found a Chinese restaurant with dazzling and elegant decoration, went in and ordered a bowl of fried dumplings each, and watched the waiter walk away with a green face.

What's even more unscrupulous is that Wei Qian didn't pay for these two bowls of fried dumplings himself, because when he was halfway through eating, Wei Qian accidentally glanced downstairs and saw Ma Chunming and his assistant Mengmeng.

“Fuck you…” Wei Qian cursed softly, “Company executives require us to stay until the afternoon of New Year’s Eve every year during the Spring Festival, and this guy actually dared to sneak away while I was away.”

As she was speaking, Mengmeng suddenly stood up and waved her hand, and the band in the lobby stopped as if they had discussed it with her beforehand.

Meng Meng's young face seemed to sparkle. Her big eyes stared at the puzzled Ma Chunming, and she suddenly announced loudly: "Mr. Ma, I make a wish every New Year. It is very effective and has never failed. So I plan to do this before the New Year. If it succeeds, I can make another wish this year. If it doesn't succeed, then after the blessing of the New Year, it will definitely succeed next year!"

From the way she saves on "wishing opportunities", we can see that she is quite economical and knows how to live.

The people eating stopped talking and focused their eyes on the girl.

Mengmeng continued to recite poetry and said loudly: "Dr. Ma, I think your ex-wife should change her glasses, but I am very glad that she didn't, because she lost you because of her poor eyesight, which gave me a chance to pick you up..."

At this point, no matter how stupid Ma Chunming was, he knew what she was going to say, and he quickly stood up in a panic.

Meng Meng grabbed his shoulders domineeringly, tiptoed over, and kissed him on the side of his face with a loud bang, leaving a red lip mark: "I want to confess to you!"

Ma Chunming took several steps back and was unfortunately tripped by a small ornamental stool, falling to the ground.

Wei Qian covered his eyes: "How shameful."

Dr. Ma was almost stunned - Mengmeng was so young, so beautiful, smart and capable, why would she fall for him, a man who was ugly, old, unromantic, couldn't speak, and was married for the second time?

Is she blind?

He felt like the whole world was a dream, until the waiter handed him a napkin when it was time to pay the bill and said to Ma Chunming, "Sir, two gentlemen just said that the bill will be charged to you. I'll show you this so you'll understand."

Ma Chunming looked down and saw a little turtle drawn on the napkin, in the same style as his own, staring at a mung bean.

Mengmeng came over: "What is this?"

Dr. Ma blushed and gave her simultaneous interpretation in a stammering voice: "He said that one of us is a turtle and the other is a mung bean."

After that, he turned to the waiter and asked, "What did they order?"

The waiter's mouth twitched: "Two bowls of fried dumplings."

There's no way around it. No one could do this except his perverted boss who made a weird decision.

Wei Qian took advantage of Ma Chunming's meal, treating it as a salary penalty for skipping work. He thought very hard about many plans, but in the end he took Wei Zhiyuan to the cinema in a very uncreative way - the sports they usually played together were obviously too intense at this moment, and not suitable for Wei Qian, a patient. It was the cold winter, and there was no place to go fishing.

Sadly, Wei Qian fell asleep before they had even watched half of the movie.

Wei Zhiyuan held him in his arms, let him lean on him, and watched the entire movie with relish, walking out of the cinema with a smile on his face.

Wei Qian rubbed his eyes: "Is it really that good? What's the ending?"

Wei Zhiyuan: “I don’t know.”

Wei Qian: "What about the plot?"

Wei Zhiyuan scratched his hair embarrassedly: "...I forgot."

Wei Qian was just about to ask him if he had watched a comedy since he was smiling like a flower, but he saw a few girls walking by wiping their tears. He looked up and saw a promotional poster with the words "Love in a Fallen City, Unparalleled Elegy" beautifully written on it, with a woman's face in tears on it.

Wei Zhiyuan's heart was filled with such sweetness that he was so happy from beginning to end that he didn't even realize that he had just watched a tragic movie about separation of life and death.

What a failed date, but it’s a pity that both parties thought it was pretty good.

For this reason, Wei Zhiyuan stood up Lao Xiong and did not go to listen to the monk's lecture.

After Old Bear finished speaking with saliva flying, he looked down and as expected, he didn't see Wei Zhiyuan, so he smiled with satisfaction.

His words are spoken to those who want to listen. Those who don't listen have no worries and of course don't need to listen.

Wei Qian was scolded by the nurse on rounds for leaving the hospital without permission, and what was even more unfortunate was that he had to spend the New Year in the ward.

He had never had a happy reunion in his life, so he made a prompt decision to give a big red envelope to the doctor and nurse on duty, and together with Wei Zhiyuan, he ran away with the connivance of everyone turning a blind eye.

The two of them, and Xiaobao, made dumplings together - Xiaobao rolled the dough, and Wei Zhiyuan made the dumplings. Wei Qian sat on the sofa like an uncle, supervising the work and being responsible for giving instructions.

When the first firecrackers rang out outside the window, Xiaobao's expression suddenly became lonely. She said, "It would be nice if grandma was still here."

Many years ago, it seemed that the three of them were celebrating some festival. Old Lady Song descended from the sky like an uninvited guest. She knocked on their door without any explanation and took over their place... and stayed there so domineeringly.

...But from now on, there won't be such a nasty old thing knocking on the door during the holidays anymore, right?

For a moment, all three of them fell silent, but at this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Xiaobao jumped three feet high to the door, opened it, but was disappointed to find that the smiling old bear was standing outside.

Old Bear looked at the hardness on her face and patted her head. "Why do you look like you've seen a jinx? Am I really that unpopular?"

Xiaobao came to his senses and quickly let him into the house.

Old Bear looked at her and said, "I said it back then. This girl has such big feet. She will definitely not be shorter than anyone else when she grows up... Hey, I'm freezing to death. Do you have dumplings?"

Xiaobao: "Yes, there are, but they don't have vegetarian fillings..."

"Go to hell," said the old bear. "Who eats the vegetarian stuffing? That's for rabbits."

He sat down with great ease, picked up one in one mouthful, swallowed it in two gulps, and gave a thumbs-up: "Mmm, pork and cabbage, delicious!"

Wei Qian said coldly: "Amitabha."

Lao Xiong gave him a toothy smile, then turned to Wei Zhiyuan and said, "Hey, Xiaoyuan, guess what, I uploaded your information and photos to the Internet, and I really got a response a few days ago."

Wei Zhiyuan smiled indifferently.

Wei Qian asked quickly, "What? What happened? Who is it? How old is it? What does it do?"

"A woman, she sounds quite old, I don't know anything else, I just got in touch with her." Lao Xiong picked up another dumpling, "Girl, pour me some vinegar, do you have any garlic?"

Wei Qian: "Xiaobao won't give it to him. Did I sponsor you so much money just to let you know nothing when I ask you questions?"

The old bear stretched out his arms and took away the Laba garlic and Laba vinegar, and made himself well-fed. At the same time, he looked at Wei Qian with dismay and said slowly: "Alas, Qian'er, you are really so anxious about nothing."

Wei Qian: “…”

Lao Xiong reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with an address and a phone number written on it: "The woman who called is named Zhou, Xiaoyuan, if you're willing, you can go meet her."

After eating the New Year’s Eve dinner, Lao Xiong said goodbye and left.

Wei Qian hurriedly put on his clothes and followed him out: "I'll take you down. It's New Year's Day these days, so it's hard to get a taxi in the front. I'll take you to the exit at the back."

When he got downstairs, Wei Qian couldn't help but shiver violently when the cold wind blew. After all, the operation had damaged his vitality, and he was very afraid of the cold this winter.

Lao Xiong: "Okay, go up quickly and tell me how to get there. I can't trouble a sick person like you."

Wei Qian: "Actually, I just want to ask..."

"How about the person who called?" Lao Xiong continued.

"Ah, yes," Wei Qian admitted readily, "If I search for a long time and find a bunch of annoying relatives, and then they sincerely make things difficult for me, it will not be fun."

"From what Ms. Zhou said, she seems to know something. She is not a direct relative. But she sounds very cultured and well-educated." Lao Xiong glanced at him and said, "I say, you are worried about so many things now that you have found the person. You were so stingy and spent so much money to find the person. Don't you have anywhere to spend it? Come to our temple and donate a threshold."

"Go away." Wei Qian blew air into his hands and rubbed them quickly. "Actually... maybe it's because of what happened when we were kids. Xiaoyuan always feels a little... well, I don't know how to put it, rootless, you know? He's gotten better as he's grown up. It was especially obvious when he was a kid, as if he was always worried that others would abandon him."

"I feel insecure." said Old Bear.

Wei Qian nodded: "That's about it - I think maybe he'll be better after he has a father and a mother."

Old Bear looked at him, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just reached out and patted Wei Qian's shoulder in the biting cold wind: "I know, you should go back soon, you..."

After the fifth day of the New Year, Wei Qian had stayed in the hospital for a full month and was finally allowed to be discharged.

The first thing he did was to book a plane ticket and fly with Wei Zhiyuan to the address provided by Ms. Zhou.

The person who opened the door for them was an old lady with a head full of white hair. She was about seventy years old, but she maintained a good figure. Her silver hair was tied up high on the back of her head. She was wearing a long woolen skirt, as if to welcome them, and she also wore a shawl over the skirt.

There are few old ladies of this age who are as particular as she is. Whether in her manners or conversation, she exudes an elegance refined by time.

Old Mrs. Zhou took out a large photo album and showed it to them. She flipped through an old photo of a handsome man who looked 70% like Wei Zhiyuan, and their profiles were exactly the same: "My daughter saw your photo online and pointed it out to me, saying, 'Isn't this Uncle Xiaoye?' I took a look and it really was him. I compared it with the time you went missing, and I felt it was almost certain, so I took the liberty of calling."

Wei Zhiyuan carefully pulled out the photo.

"His name is Ye Shu. We used to live next door to each other. I treated him like my own little brother." Old Mrs. Zhou flipped through another photo of a woman. "This is his wife - your mother. Her name is Ruan Hong. She used to be my student. After graduation, she stayed on campus and became my colleague. She was a very good person. She had essential hypertension, which caused a series of complications when she gave birth to you. She was in poor health after giving birth and passed away within a year... Alas, when I first saw you, you were so small, chubby and very cute."

Wei Zhiyuan asked her softly, "How can you be sure it's me?"

Mrs. Zhou said, "There is a small scar on your back, just below your shoulder blade, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but straighten his back.

"That was when you just learned to roll over. Your father was clumsy and didn't watch you for a moment, so you fell off the bed and hit the sharp corner of the cabinet, which left a scar."

There was indeed a small scar on Wei Zhiyuan's back, but it was not very obvious and could not be felt unless you touched it carefully.

Wei Qian frowned: "Then he is now..."

"He's passed away too." Old Mrs. Zhou sighed. "He was a meteorologist who specialized in studying inland tornadoes. After your mother passed away, he became even more obsessed with his work and became a madman. Once, when he was trying to capture a tornado, he ran too close and was hit by a fallen tree and his car... Alas."

Tears flashed in Mrs. Zhou's eyes. She looked at Wei Zhiyuan and said, "Everyone in your family was so busy at that time that no one cared about you. The nanny was nowhere to be found. You were only two years old and had just learned to walk. You had no idea what was going on. When no one was paying attention, you ran away by yourself. When we adults found you, you were gone... I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, you have grown up so much. Child, what did you say you were doing now?"

"We make software," Wei Zhiyuan said. "We mainly make games, but also some applications."

"Good, good, good." Old Mrs. Zhou patted his arm with relief, "Very good, very good, you have grown up well and become a good person, very good, when I go down in the future, I will be able to reassure your parents."

That afternoon, Old Mrs. Zhou sat with them for the entire afternoon, talking about things about Wei Zhiyuan's childhood that she didn't remember, until the nanny came over and urged her to take her medicine.

Finally, she sent them to the door and told Wei Zhiyuan the address of his parents' grave.

Only then did Old Lady Zhou turn to Wei Qian and grab his hand.

"Thank you," she said. "Thank you."

From beginning to end, she never asked what their relationship was, but Wei Qian suspected that she had noticed it in some way. He lowered his head and forced a smile at her, feeling that he did not deserve this "thank you".

Together they found the joint burial site of Ye Shu and his wife. Wei Zhiyuan bent down and gently wiped the dust off the tombstone, revealing the epitaph that had been there for years - "Even if I die nine times, I will never regret it."

The fact that his parents looked very similar to him did not make much of a impression on Wei Zhiyuan until he saw the epitaph. He suddenly felt the blood connection between them that separated them by Yin and Yang.

"So this is how I came to be, and my parents are such people." Wei Zhiyuan thought.

Suddenly, the unforgettable wandering and fleeing life in his childhood became less real. He was like a child on a long journey who had found some kind of spiritual home and sense of identity.

Wei Qian bent down, placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone, put his arm around Wei Zhiyuan's shoulders and patted him.

Wei Zhiyuan took his hand - and during his long journey, he was lucky enough to gain something, the person he cherished most in his life.

Compared with this, what are the fear and pain of being displaced?

"Is this a test for me?" Wei Zhiyuan thought.

The spring breeze is about to blow away the frozen soil in the north, right?