Fu Biao and Wen Zhiqiang sat down opposite the porridge shop, looking at each other, no one refused to flinch, like a cockfight. In the end, it was Wen Zhiqiang who withdrew his gaze first, because spicy tears suddenly welled up in his eye sockets.

Fu Biao silently lowered his head and handed Wen Zhiqiang a tissue.

Wen Zhiqiang was very excited, he didn't expect Fu Biao to come to see him; Wen Zhiqiang was very aggrieved, he always hid his right hand, which was missing his index finger, under the table; Wen Zhiqiang is very grateful, his father's illness is like a day, making him grateful for everything around him; All kinds of complicated emotions came to my heart at once.

On that stormy night, he lost a finger and the dignity of a killer, and he secretly escaped from the hospital because he couldn't face the past, he couldn't explain the humiliating defeat, and he suspected that his former comrades had betrayed him.

Back in the hospital, back to his father's side, around the hospital bed again and again, the monotonous and boring life made him eager to connect with the society, longing for the visit of friends, so as to find a sense of social existence; However, the humiliation he suffered on the stormy night of the "July 7" incident made him feel inferior, self-pitying, and ashamed to see others. All kinds of emotions are intertwined, and at this moment, they turn into hot tears gushing out of their eye sockets.

Fu Biao handed the tissue to Wen Zhiqiang and said, "Brother, I know, Jingting and I know that you have been wronged, I have to see you, first, to see you; The second is to know what happened that night. ”

Wen Zhiqiang lowered his head and tried his tears, looked up and said, "It's okay, let's eat." ”

Wen Zhiqiang holds the bun with his left hand and drinks porridge with a bowl with his left hand; Keep your right hand under the table at all times. Fu Biao knew that he was deliberately hiding the mutilation of his right hand.

Wen Zhiqiang's right index finger – the finger that snapped the gun machine – was cut off by Qi Gen on the night of July 7.

Fu Biao raised his gaze, deliberately not looking at his stump. Fu Biao took a bite of the shrimp bun, looked at the half bun in his hand and said, "It's delicious, what kind of filling?" ”

Wen Zhiqiang glanced at it and said, "Shrimp." ”

Fu Biao swallowed half of the bun in his hand and said: "The business of the world is inseparable from eating and drinking, and I heard that Chinese almost open restaurants to make a living when they go abroad." ”

Wen Zhiqiang smiled and said, "What's the matter? You're going to open a restaurant? ”

Fu Biao said: "I really have this idea, think about it later, you said that we have no technology, what is the future of being a security guard, we can't afford to buy a house in the future, we can't afford to marry a wife, we can't afford to raise children, we still have to do some business, and make more money to support our family, right?" ”

Wen Zhiqiang said: "You are right. Look at this porridge, buns, and small vegetables, how ordinary it is, people can do it so hot, there are several chains, and the matter is man-made! ┄┄My dad is like a day by day, and when I can go to the field that day, I can go home, and at that time, I also have to think about making a living and supporting my family! Isn't it? ┄┄No, I also open a porridge shop. ”

Fu Biao sighed, stopped his mouth, and his eyes fell on the porridge bowl.

Wen Zhiqiang asked, "What's wrong?" Got something on your mind? ”

Fu Biao glanced up at Wen Zhiqiang, nodded and said, "Let you say it, I really have something on my mind." ”

Wen Zhiqiang said: "I know you must have something to do with me, tell me, let me listen?" ”

Fu Biao said: "I bothered Baal to come to you, just to ask you to help me as a staff officer." ”

Wen Zhiqiang looked around and said, "Eat, go out for a while, it's too messy here." ”

After eating, the two returned to the small square of the hospital, sat on a bench under a big elm tree on the boulevard, and Fu Biao asked, "Have you seen Jin Duo?" ”

Wen Zhiqiang's face sank, lowered his head and said, "I've seen it three times." The first time I went to step on it, I used the excuse of hot rice to find a microwave, and he helped me finish the meal and let me eat in the house, saying that it was convenient to drink hot water. The second time was when I was about to leave after fishing, I weighed the fish, and the one surnamed Qiu weighed the fish for me, and he stood not far away and looked at me coldly, with a smile on his face; That expression is unforgettable, and I can't figure out what it means. The third time was that night. Alas! - "Wen Zhiqiang's face suddenly filled with frustration.

Fu Biao whispered close to Wen Zhiqiang's ear: "What Mr. Tang means, let Brother Xiang and I secretly tie him up, ask him for one thing, and don't let him go if he doesn't hand it over, do you think it's okay?" ”

Wen Zhiqiang was taken aback, his eyes widened, and asked, "This...... What does it mean to respect the court? ”

Fu Biao said: "Brother Xiang said that Tang always has kindness to him, and he must help him get through this pass, but he can't do it alone, there must be two people, and he wants me to be a helper." It became a person to a store, which is said to be worth more than three million. ”

Wen Zhiqiang sighed lightly and asked, "Three million, not a decimal number!" It's enough to spend half a lifetime┄┄What do you mean? ”

Fu Biao sank his face and whispered: "The fish bit the hook just by seeing the bait and couldn't see the hook, and was fished out of the water." People are supposed to be smarter than fish, right? ”

Wen Zhiqiang smiled, lowered his head and thought for a while, stretched out his right hand to show Fu Biao, his index finger was gone, and the scar of the stitches was like a pink centipede, which was uncomfortable no matter how he looked at it.

Wen Zhiqiang said: "Tang always has money, and rich people are willful, thinking that they can't do things without money." Sometimes money is really easy to use, but it is difficult to move an inch without money; Sometimes money is really hard to use, it's not about money. ”

This was too theoretical, Fu Biao couldn't understand it for a while, and quietly listened to Wen Zhiqiang. However, Wen Zhiqiang won't talk about it here.

Fu Biao waited for a while and then asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Wen Zhiqiang said: "It's not interesting, it's not easy to tie up Jin Duo, this Jin Duo is not simple, I can be regarded as a teacher." ”

Fu Biao said: "What happened that night? ”

Wen Zhiqiang lowered his head, it seemed that he didn't really want to look back on the events of that night; Who wants to tear open the wound they have just healed?

The sun rose on the rooftops, the heat was steaming, and the wind blowing in the face was hot.

An old lady in a white hat pushes a mobile van with an electric horn that sells in a loop: "One egg, big feet, seven snowman chocolates." "These are four brands of ice cream.

Wen Zhiqiang got up and bought four "big feet", and the two of them ate ice cream and walked along the boulevard of the small square.

There were many people in blue-striped hospital gowns swaying in the small square, some of them staggering with the help of others; Some are like toddlers, staggering by; Some sit in wheelchairs and watch others learn to walk again, while they can only recall in their dreams the days when they used to walk like flying.

Once health is lost, it is difficult to get it back; Only those who have lost their health realize the value of health; Like air, people breathe it all the time, but they ignore its presence. Life is a one-way trip; The fragility of life is like the wind blowing out the lamp.

Wen Zhiqiang looked at the people in hospital gowns in the square with great emotion, from his father's resurrection after the accident, to his brushing shoulders with death in the moon bubble, he has a new understanding of life and death, and his understanding of life is different from ordinary people. He withdrew his gaze from the square, looked at his right hand, and said to Fu Biao: "I let them be like this, aren't you curious?" ”

Fu Biao couldn't understand whether Wen Zhiqiang was inferior or self-pitying. It's hard to reply, so he looked at Wen Zhiqiang quietly, trying to find the answer from his expression.

Wen Zhiqiang continued: "I'm fine, I'm back alive; The living Hades are miserable. ”

Fu Biao said: "You and the Living Yama King didn't give it for nothing, why didn't you succeed?" The kid surnamed Jin has three heads and six arms? ”

Wen Zhiqiang let out a long breath and said: "Jin Duo looks like a college student, with one head and two hands, and it doesn't look surprising at all. As for why it didn't work out? Do you ask me? I wondered, too. ”

Fu Biao asked, "What are you wondering about?" ”

Wen Zhiqiang: "I wonder if people are playing? ”

Fu Biao was taken aback and asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

Wen Zhiqiang pointed to the chair on the side of the road and said, "Let's sit down for a while and listen to me speak slowly." ”