I thought it was a very ordinary dinner, but it turned out to be suddenly in the sight of some people Comrade Wang Fuxing returned to his nest, some normal people should be tired, the last few days life is indeed more regular than before, it is the first time to stay up late like this. Huzi should still be working at this point, the resurrection bar is different from the place that closes after three o'clock, starting at seven o'clock in the evening, and it is open until seven o'clock the next morning, the thunder does not move, Wang Fuxing thought that there was no Huzi, and the rest of the family should have rested, but when he opened the door, he found that he had been almost strict with his biological clock since he was a child, and Yan Di, who rarely indulged himself, sat on the sofa with a sober expression, and in front of him, a large pile of copper coins were densely piled up, And Yan Di, who is calm and impersonal in peace, faces these gadgets at this time, but his face has a soft line that is enough to make most women scream in a trance.

This is a friend who grew up with Wang Fuxing since he was a child, and his eyebrows are so beautiful that he has a very special hobby, and he is not interested in things like real money and silver, and he doesn't even bother to take a look at some jade and jade objects that don't smell much copper, saying that those are all things that rich people use to pretend to be 13, and he can't afford to play, but he only likes copper coins. When I was in junior high school, I didn't take Wang Fuxing and Huzi to the antique market on Dongtai Road to pan for gold, the antique market at that time, if you are lucky, you can still encounter some good things, plus Yan Di's grandfather who has died of illness is quite authoritative in this regard, which directly leads to Yan Di's vision in this area is also very vicious, so many years down, he has also collected a lot of good things: Kaiyuan, Daguan Tongbao, Ten Emperor Money, Dading Zhenglong, Xuanhe, big-character round shellfish, almost all dynasties, have collected a few, and they will follow their fate when they are small. Keep the root like it, clean and wipe it regularly, Wang Fuxing once counted it once under curiosity, nine hundred and eighty-one, no more, no less, and never touched it much after that, he really didn't have any interest in these things like ancient jade and ancient money, every time he saw Yan Di caressing these copper coins with an affectionate face and serving a woman, he had a little creepy feeling, Huzi's dominoes, Yan Di's copper coins, it is estimated that the status in the hearts of the two is almost the same, it is something that needs to be cherished in the eyes of the heart.

"So late today? I usually remember that it was three o'clock in the morning at the latest, and it was almost dawn. ”

Wang Fuxing chuckled softly and glanced at his brother's door, where the light was dark, and the little rabbit cub was already resting.

"Xiaoyu waited for you all night, probably to ask you what was going on with the car you drove this morning, and I couldn't wait for you, so I pestered me to nag, what summer vacation homework to write desperately for a month, but the teacher used a pen to write a reading or something like that, messy, tossing until nearly three o'clock to go to bed, but I couldn't sleep, just wipe these copper coins."

Yan Di didn't raise his head. The movements are delicate and the tone is cold, he has never been a storyteller, and any joke that can make people laugh can magically become boring and boring when it comes to his mouth, which is quite powerful.

Wang Fuxing was accustomed to this, and he poured a glass of warm water, drank it unhurriedly, and turned his head to see Yan Di wiping the copper coin with a glasses cloth that he asked for from a nearby optical store. The two men were silent, but they both had an indescribable tacit understanding.

Even if it is Wang Fuxing, a dead friend who knows Yan Di very well, he is not much ** to talk to Yan Di at this time, after drinking water, he returned to his room, and then took a bath, it was nearly six o'clock, in the summer, this scene, the sky was already bright, Wang Fuxing, who had been tossing all night, was a little sleepy, closed the curtains, sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, thinking about the information he had just come into contact with in the Qingding Club, hesitating whether to make a phone call with Ye Tianting, thinking about the time of a cigarette, or giving up this idea, The middle-aged man in the capital who really treats himself as his own son has always been concerned with Wang Fuxing's idea of either leaving it alone or accepting the Tianting Group, the project of the Huating No. 19 subway may make the Tianting Group earn a little less, but it will definitely not lose money, which is enough.

Throwing away the cigarette butts, Wang Fuxing took a deep breath, lay on the bed, and did a hundred push-ups in one breath, all as if he was moving his muscles and bones, and only after doing it, did he get out of bed, pulled out a small blue box from under the bed, opened it, and there were very few things in it, but it almost contained the best memories of Wang Fuxing's youth: a set of pure white wedding dresses stained with a lot of blood, a mobile phone with a broken screen full of cracks, and a pair of rings.

Wang Fuxing's expression was calm, in a daze at these things, not the kind of calm state that keeps him awake at all times, at this time, he has a kind of sluggishness that is not enough for outsiders, and being in a daze at this wedding dress is almost his habit before going to bed every day, it seems that only by looking at these can he catch a trace of Ye Yuyan's breath and sleep at ease.

This house of more than 150 square meters may be very small in the eyes of people who are used to living in villas and even have their own manors, but in the eyes of Wang Fuxing, it is very large and spacious, especially this room, a big bed, a futon pillow covered with a big red mandarin duck playing in the water, living here, so spacious that people feel cold from the bones, he gently stretched out his hand and gently stroked the wedding dress in the box, as if he grabbed the only trace of warmth left in his life.

Wang Fuxing came back to his senses slightly, took out the neatly folded brand new wedding dress, opened it carefully, and wrapped a notebook in the center of the wedding dress. Very simple kind, blue cover, but the thickness is considerable, it has gone through many years at a glance, although the cover is not damaged, but the pages inside have been slightly yellowed, he held this notebook, in this early morning, his expression was very strange, and he fell into contemplation again.

This is what his grandfather left to himself with the butterfly knife before he died, and it is also a heavy book that Wang Fuxing saw his grandfather read the most times in his childhood, but when he grew up, this thing rarely appeared in front of his eyes. The young Xiao Wang Fuxing once asked once, but the old man's answer at that time was very vague, he just touched his head and said with a smile: "Grandpa is old and can't turn it anymore." ”

How heavy is the content that can make the grandfather, who has carried a lifetime of glory and ups and downs, lose the courage to open it?

Before the old man died, he saw Wang Fuxing with a sigh of relief, put the notebook in his hand, and said: "When you can completely let go of the skin on your face, open the book, but when you think you can completely throw away this book, you must pick up the skin you put down for me." ”

Wang Fuxing, who had just entered college at that time, didn't understand, and now he doesn't understand it either.

He just vaguely felt that the original grandfather couldn't open this book, and in the end, he still couldn't let go of his pride.

Put it down, it's simple to say, but the weight of dignity, how many people who have been crushed and crushed to death since ancient times could have been famous in history?

Wang Fuxing never thinks that dignity and face are valuable things, but he has always stubbornly believed that being a man with a straight waist and a pole, even if he is poor, is much stronger than a person who bends over to be a dog.

Wang Fuxing's eyes were slightly confused, and after a long time, he sighed, put the notebook that had never been opened into the blue box again, and then spread the wedding dress flat, put it next to his bed, undressed and went to bed, gently grabbed the cuffs of the wedding dress, held it tightly, and whispered to himself: "Good morning." ”