The moment Wang Yi fell asleep, it was as if he had a long dream, dreaming of Gu Qing and his bits and pieces, until the moment of the plane crash, crying bitterly.

Suddenly, someone woke him up, and it was a beautiful woman who put a coat on him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, it was a KTV private room in Hangzhou, and there were some fruits and wine bottles scattered on the table, and it could be seen that there was a lot of trouble here before. The phone shows the time of June 2010, and the reminder says that a tender project has been completed. Wang Yi remembered that this was seven years ago, and the old man sent him a bunch of tasks at that time. If I'm not mistaken, it's time for the two companies to come out together to celebrate after the project contract is signed. It was late at night, and the woman in front of him was dressed very sexy, sitting next to him with a golden glow in her eyes. Obviously, some "intellectual" people have left "temporarily", leaving only the two of them here. Wang Yi felt very tired, his head hurt a little, and some things needed to be sorted out again. He took out his wallet, took some cash and put it on the table, and walked out of the door of the KTV room crookedly. At this moment, it was the height of summer, and a stream of heat rushed up from the air-conditioned room, and Wang Yi felt that his head hurt even more. He didn't dare to drive, he wanted to call Du Yu or Lian Hongyu, but he felt incredible, and finally took a taxi by himself and returned to the place where he lived.

What does it feel like to wake up next to a woman? Very uncomfortable. Closed eyes, I don't know when I rub off half of my eyeliner, broken false eyelashes. The woman's mouth was open, and the turbidity spread with the undulation of her chest.

Wang Yi opened the window, the moonlight is very good tonight.

The little jumping penguin on WeChat updated a status. He clicked on it, the familiar interface, the circle of friends is the scenery of the place she has been, and there is no selfie. Many years ago, he would click on it and ask frivolously, "Are you there?" If he was a little more literary, Wang Yi would probably light a cigarette, but at the moment he just wanted to think quietly about something, something about Gu Qing.

He met Gu Qing on June 1, 2010, 17:58, Children's Day. It's June 2, 2010, 1:00 a.m., less than twenty-four hours. All festivals are just gimmicks for hookups, and what is replaced is just props. Compared with a group of buddies trying their luck to find a girl in a dimly lit bar, Wang Yi prefers a single appointment. In addition to the surprise of the height difference, Wang Yi has a charm that ordinary men do not have. The brands of the clothes on his body are several very low-key luxury brands abroad, and the strong temperament exuded by his body makes him very eye-catching in the crowd just standing. belongs to the more outstanding but picky appointment candidates, Wang Yi once defined himself like this. He usually picks and chooses to chat, flip through the circle of friends to get a general understanding, and get familiar with it for two or three days before getting to the point. Children's Day is a pretty good excuse, at least a little more festive than Qingming Festival, and the girls can happily wear beautiful clothes to eat in the restaurant. At 17:58, he was sitting in the car waiting for a woman, the engine fire was extinguished, and in a bookstore readership, an active avatar was talking about Marguerite Duras's "Lover". I took a selfie from the circle of friends, it looks good, but the key is that it looks very tender.

If I am not mistaken, Wang Yi and Gu Qing started like this. From the moment he realized that he had turned back time to seven years ago, he began to reminisce about the past.

"Hello?" This is a trick that Gu Qing learned from her best friend, when you meet a stranger and a friend, you must be polite enough to make the other party afraid. This trick has been tried and tested repeatedly, so much so that every time she is polite out of habit, Wang Yi feels that she is angry.

"I also hate Margaret Duras." Wang Yi quickly coded a line of words, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

"So," the girl paused slightly, and unlike before, she said, "then it's nice to meet you." ”

I saw a woman coming out of the apartment from a distance, and I could see that she had been carefully groomed, and she was wearing a short skirt when the weather was not so hot in June. Wang Yi remembered that he had asked her out before, because he thought that this girl was in good shape.

"I'm glad to meet you, too." It's a pleasure to meet you again, Silence. Gu Qing's short-sleeved pants appeared in front of Wang Yi's eyes, biting his chopsticks and complaining about the expensive food in the restaurant.

The sound of the woman's high heels was gone, and she stopped, smiling in front of the car. Wang Yi reluctantly glanced at his mobile phone, confirmed again that he had successfully added friends, opened the car door, and walked out. The woman pretended to have just seen it, just the right amount of surprise, a brief greeting, a boring dinner, and someone was impatient to cut to the chase before the car had even reached the garage.

Wang Yi refused.

He thought of a long time ago, Gu Qing said that the fox spirit was always dissatisfied. It's kind of funny all of a sudden. Days of brewing, spent time, energy, and money just to enter the body of a strange woman. Is it to sign "Visit"?

Gu Qing is a bit of a stupid girl, but she has some words, which Wang Yi, who thinks she is smart, and she only understands it now.

He has known Gu Qing for seven years. It takes so long that every cell in the body re-divides and becomes a new person. This reluctance is a fact that cannot be changed anywhere.

When the plane passes through the clouds, the river of time begins to flow backwards. Wang Yi thought, Gu Qing, we all need to start over.

The company's affairs are as heavy as ever, whether it is going through the procedures on official business or staggered dinners, Wang Yi is like seven years ago. But this time, for the first time, I felt powerless.

During the monthly routine report, Wang Yi sat in the living room and looked at the report, reading every data he remembered clearly. There was nothing wrong with it, but it seemed overwhelming. The old man took a sip of tea and put the cup there, "Don't read it, there aren't many things you handle that go wrong." ”

Du Yu knew that Wang Yi came over today, and he had long been hiding in the old man's study, and when he saw that Wang Yi was no longer reading, he put down the antique vase that the old man was wearing and ran down from upstairs.

"Okay, okay, it's not a scumbag like me, when will an excellent god like Wang Yi go wrong." Du Yuyi sat on the sofa next to Wang Yi. He and Wang Yi grew up together, and they became even more unscrupulous. He took out the key to the Lamborghini from Wang Yi's suit pocket and dangled it in his hand, "I knew that you couldn't escape this disaster today, so I came here to block you." I've wanted to drive this car for a long time. ”

Wang Yi sat upright and motionless, and the old man lowered his head without speaking. It was as if all that had been taken away was a leaf.

The old man glanced at Du Yu and scolded: "Things that don't become a weapon, like your unproductive father, don't make people worry." Du Yu smiled, whistled and walked out, and when he was about to hear, he heard the old man instructing in the back: "It's better to drive slowly." ”

Wang Yi didn't move from beginning to end. The old man poured Wang Yi a cup of tea, "I have known since you were a child that you are a person who understands and knows what you want. ”

Wang Yi respectfully took the cup, remembering the words that even Hongyu whispered in his ear at the moment when he closed his eyes: "Who would have thought that the plane contracted by the company could have such a big accident, I think it may be the old man's ......"

He controlled just the right smile, "Yes." ”

The old man patted him on the shoulder, as if comforting and warning: "Don't be too tired, if you want to rest, give yourself a few days off." ”

Wang Yi sorted out the neatly distributed documents in front of him, these were the top secrets of the Du family. Whether it is foreign gangster forces, new drug trafficking channels, or some high-level ulterior secrets, behind Du Jiaguang's glamorous company, there are more ulterior and shady deeds. Who can take over these things that can't see the light? Since being involved in this business, there is no turning back. Since no one can take Wang Yi's place, the so-called "holiday" is just a consolation rhetoric.

The voice of the old man's words, Wang Yi understands it too well.

"The company doesn't have anything important, and it's usually messing around with a group of people who don't know how to do it, so what's busy." Wang Yi was playing Tai Chi steadily, and suddenly thought of his most fatal mistake.

He used to always try to hand over all the affairs of the Du family clearly, and explain clearly what each department should do, thinking that he could get out of the way. In fact, the Du family has never lacked talents to lead these things, but once someone gets involved in the Du family's business, no matter who it is, no matter how well it is handed over, it is impossible to leave it clean.

"Our Du family...... The old man picked up a general financial report casually, just like a child picking up a beautiful candy paper, looking at it carefully, and dispelling boredom. Xiaoyu, a child, is kind by nature. I don't want him to have too many unclean things on his hands. So sometimes," his gaze crossed Wang Yi's sharp look, which made Wang Yi, who had read countless people, shudder a little, "People should always think about how to write the four words of Grace and Picture." ”

"Yes." Wang Yi lowered his eyelashes, he was being "lectured" like this every moment from the door he entered the Du family. He is the tool that replaces Du Yu to take care of the entire Du family, he can't rest, and he is not qualified to be a deserter.

The car was driven away by Du Yu, and when Wang left, Aunt Song, the maid at home for many years, handed over a key to a Bentley, "Mr. said, this will be a traffic jam, if you are not in a hurry, it is good to have dinner and then leave." ”

The gentleman in Aunt Song's mouth is naturally the eldest son of the old man, Du Yu's father Du Tianxiang. He disobeyed his father's wishes and insisted on being with the person he liked. The two of them went to France, made a living by painting, and gave birth to the frail Du Yu. Later, Du Yu's mother lost her life in an accidental car accident, and the heartbroken Du Tianxiang took Du Yu, who was still young at the time, and was forced to return to his old house in Hangzhou to reconcile with his father. The business of the Du family over the years is nominally under his name, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the person in power behind it is still the old man. He has not remarried all these years, and in his free time he hides in the house and paints. He was very gentle towards Wang Yi, although he was detached, but he also had three points of politeness that made people feel warm.

"There are still some things that I won't stay here to eat." Wang Yi took the key, and the Bentley parked in the public parking lot far from the gate, which was a spare car, and no one usually drove it. Occasionally, Du Yu drove around the neighborhood or someone at home who wanted to go out and didn't have a car, so he just drove it. Most of the time, it is parked in the public parking lot, and there is a special person who regularly inspects and repairs it every week.

There is a long boulevard to the parking lot, Du Yu holds the key in his hand, and he is a little nostalgic for the days when he and Gu Qing were in Beijing, when they sat on the subway and occasionally took the bus. He knew that now was not the best time to meet Gu Qing again. Although he successfully added Gu Qing's WeChat friend according to his previous experience, now, before he figured out the direction of the matter, Wang Yi didn't want to act rashly.