narrow red

It was dawn, and Wang Youcheng's phone rang. He touched the phone on the bedside table. It was 4:54, and it was Daishan.

"Hello..." He picked it up.

"Is there anyone around?" Daishan asked.

Wang Youcheng was silent.

"If there is someone," Daishan said, "I won't bother you."

Wang Youcheng sighed: "Go ahead."

"Sudley is broke."

Wang Youcheng knew that it was the high leverage of shorting Zhan Guohong that crushed it.

"You may not believe it," Daishan smiled, and his voice sounded very empty, "I have only loved you in this life."

Wang Youcheng sat up from the bed, and there was a clear voice on the phone: "Are you at the beach?"

"Beach?" Daishan raised his hand, facing the wind, "No, I'm in Sadry."

With such a strong wind, he can only be on the top of the building. The Sadley building has 57 floors!

"Daishan, listen to me..."

"I love you."

He might have expected "I love you" back on the phone, but Wang Youcheng didn't: "Stay there," he got out of bed and dressed, "You wait for me!"

He knew that Daishan wanted to see him, and Daishan said that he only loved him in this life. Wang Youxin, he just couldn't stand Daishan's promiscuity, making love again and again for pleasure.

"Do you remember the song when we first met?" Daishan asked.

Wang Youcheng doesn't remember the song from ten years ago, I don't know which one he is talking about.

"iamfriendtotheundertow," Daishan sang, so light, so soft, "itakeyouin, idon'tletgo..."

Wang Youcheng remembered that the song was called "Huihuilang", a song he used to like very much: I am a wave of turning back, I will swallow you up, and I will never let go.

The hand that puts on the clothes slows down, the melody is in the head, and those lyrics, humming, he and Daishan sang together:

"i wanted to learn all these secrets,

from the edge of aknife,

from the point of aneedle,

fromadiamond,

fromabulletinflight..."

I want to know all the secrets on the edge of the blade, as well as what is on the tip of a needle, what is in a diamond, and what is in a flying bullet... The past emerges in front of my eyes, the silent look at each other at the party of the newlyweds, the secretly hooked fingers in the crowded elevator , cs and ice cream on Sunday... Ten years have passed, but he still likes this song and this person.

The morning light came in from the window, illuminating Wang Youcheng's face. He felt happy, and all he wanted was this: "iamfriendtotheundertow..."

This time, he was the only voice on the phone.

"Daishan?" Wang Youcheng gripped the phone tightly.

The only answer to him was the whirring of the wind.

"Daishan?" He lowered his voice.

"Daishan!" He was afraid.

"Daishan!" he shouted, "I love you Daishan!"

"Daishan..." He lost his footing, and the phone fell to the ground.

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Before dawn, Bao Chan frowned and opened his eyes. He was woken up by Kuang Zheng: "Brother, what are you doing..."

Kuang Zheng lay beside his pillow, holding his arm, from shoulder to wrist: "Let me see you."

Baochan retracted his arm: "You don't sleep in the early morning..."

"Bao'er, why do I like you so much?" Kuangzheng pressed onto him, rubbing the tip of his nose against his. "I want to sing to you, feed you, and cut your nails..."

"Are you disgusting or not!" Baochan completely woke him up, avoiding his hand, "Hey, I'm asking you."

"Yeah." Kuang Zheng plunged his head into his arms.

"That Duan Ruting," Bao Chan stroked his hair, "how old is it?"

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng didn't expect to ask her, "25, one year younger than Xiao Nong."

"You...did you always see her before?"

Kuang Zheng smelled something and raised his head.

"It's just...you guys get along pretty well?"

"Bao'er," Kuang Zheng couldn't help laughing, "Are you jealous?"

ah?Baochan blinked, was he jealous? He had never eaten it, so he didn't know: "Maybe...a little bit."

Kuang Zhengle said, the corners of his mouth were grinning to the back of his head: "If you don't like the jealousy of so many beauties, you will eat her?"

"She's so heroic," Baochan muttered, "Besides, she's a girl, so I won't delay marrying you, and her family background is good. If you had met her earlier..."

"What are you talking about?" Kuang Zheng pinched his pg egg, "Do I look like someone who likes tomboys?"

Baochan pushed his hand: "Then you like me..."

"It happened, I can't help it," Kuang Zheng smacked his lips, as if regretting, "With your brother's wealth and appearance, when you walk out of this door, there are temptations everywhere."

Baochan never thought about this, he thought that if his brother got along well with him, he would stay with him for the rest of his life.

"Only two days ago, when I went to Zhang Rong's place, several pretty girls gave me winks."

When Baochan heard this, he was anxious: "No, brother! You are not allowed to look, not even a glance!"

Kuangzheng enjoyed his possessiveness, and bit his chin: "You still say that you have fewer people around you? What did you say, Mr. Wen, and a little bandit? What did I say?"

"He's a great Fei," Baochan muttered, "They all changed their names."

"Aren't you happy about your sweetheart?" Kuangzheng held him down, kissed him twice, stretched his hands under the quilt, both of them were breathing a little anxiously, Baochan's phone rang suddenly, Kuangzheng refused to answer it, and snatched it. Looking over, it's his mother.

Baochan took the phone back, turned on the speakerphone, and called obediently, "Mom."

"Little Baoer," Kuang's mother asked with a smile, "Is Xiaozheng?"

Kuang Zheng was about to call his mother, but his mother said, "Keep your voice down, don't let him hear you."

Um?Kuang Zheng twisted his face.

"Yesterday, the shopping mall had an off-season discount. Mom bought you a cashmere scarf, more than 1 yuan. It was too expensive, so I didn't buy it for Xiaozheng. Don't tell him. When the scarf arrives, you can say that you bought it yourself." Bar?"

Baochan covered her mouth and smiled, and glanced at Kuangzheng proudly.

"Oh, by the way," Kuang's mother asked again, "Whose child is that little baby in your circle of friends?"

Baby?Bao Chan thought about it, he went to Xiao Nong's house the day before yesterday, took a few photos with Xiao Bao in his arms, and posted it on Moments, "It's my senior brother's child, named Xiao Bao, and I'm a daughter."

"Oh, listen to this name, it's destined to be with you," Kuang's mother liked it very much, "The little girl is so smart, your father and I both said that you are like a daughter in your arms, and you have father and daughter looks like each other!"

Baochan knew that the elderly loved their children: "Mom, let me discuss with my senior brother, and find time for the two of us to go see you with Xiaobao."

Kuang's mother and Kuang's father were so happy that they talked for a long time before hanging up the phone.

"My mother treats you better now," Kuang Zheng got out of bed and put on his clothes, "better than me."

Baochan lay down on the quilt happily: "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to the hospital. I'm too busy recently to attend to Lao Bai's surgery." He turned around and gathered up his shirt collar. "Then go to the head office and return to the carbine."

Back to the carbine, it was Baochan's words, let him hold on, and walk out of Wanrong in a defiant manner.

When he arrived at the hospital, Bai Yinwu was leaning against the bedside to eat breakfast, and there was only one nurse in the room, packing up the lunch box.

Lao Bai was in good condition, and waved to him: "Hey, our Chinese financial myth is here."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Kuangzheng went to his bed and sat down.

Bai Yinwu pointed at the phone: "That's what Moments all say, the screen is full of your news, it annoys me to death."

Kuang Zheng smiled lightly: "How was the operation?"

"Very successful." Bai Yinwu clutched his chest, the incision hadn't healed yet, "The doctor said it's been five years, if there is no recurrence in five years, my life will be taken back."

"Five years," Kuang Zheng said with confidence in him, "passed in the blink of an eye."

Bai Yinwu looked at him with vicissitudes of life: "Kendrick, you are better than me."

They were also abandoned children who were kicked away after being squeezed dry by Wan Rong, but they took completely different paths.

"It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not," Kuang Zheng knew very well. At the critical moment, it was Baozhan who held him back and asked him to calm down and assess the situation. "I just had better luck."

Fortunately, in midsummer a year ago, Bai Yinwu gave him an address, allowing him to see Baochan among all living beings.

From the hospital to Wanrong, he handed the resignation letter to Shan Haichou's desk, but Shan Haichou didn't answer it: "Boss said, let you go to the top floor to meet him yourself."

"No need," Kuang Zheng raised his legs on the sofa, "There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Keeping Aine, stabilizing the Warring States Red, and destroying Sadry, this battle is enough to make him a big boss on this street.

"You boy," Shan Haichou patted the table, "you're lucky."

Kuang Zheng frowned.

"At a critical moment, the country saved you."

Kuang Zheng shook his head.

Bai Yinwu said he was strong, he said he was lucky, Shan Haiyu said he was lucky, but he didn't agree: "It's all our front-line accounts who stand there desperately, making a stone and a wall, so that the world can see Us, who knows who we are if we dump it the first time? We're just a bubble."

As the saying goes, do one's best and listen to the destiny of heaven. When people do things well, "heaven" will naturally see.

Shan Haichou stared at him blankly, speechless.

Kuang Zheng got up and buttoned his suit, and was about to leave, but Shan Haichou called him back: "Daishan jumped off the building."

Correct a meal.

"Just this morning, the intersection of Financial Street was closed."

Kuang Zheng was not satisfied, he took a wrong step, and this was his fate, only a little bit short.

He came down from the [-]th floor, and just got in the car when Du Laogui's phone rang: "Okay, you boy, Wanrong is fired!" The news from Financial Street was so fast, "Brother, we will be equal in the future."

"Brother Du," Kuang Zheng smiled slightly, "You will be my brother until then."

Putting down Old Ghost Du's phone, clemen called in: "Boss, you resigned!"

Kuang Zheng pinched his forehead.

"An earthquake happened in Wanrong!" After speaking, Clemen corrected, "No, the whole financial street was shaken!"

Indeed, the financial street is so long, and Kuangzheng's big ace can't be made in twelve or three years. After that, all kinds of calls come in, some are congratulatory, some are amazed, and more are poaching corners. Yes, they all politely replied: "Thank you brother, I already have a place."

It was at the end of all these calls that Duan Ruting's call arrived. Although she was second in the family, she was the number one in Aiyin. Looking at the busy street scene outside the window, she said, "Just waiting for your call."

Duan Ruting smiled: "When will you be on duty?"

"Give me a week," Kuang Zheng touched the ring he just bought in his trouser pocket, "I will accompany Baochan."

After hanging up the phone, he called Ying Xiaonong: "Hi, I'm going to work at your house."

Over there snorted: "Mr. Kuang, you are not top-notch anywhere. Our Duan family is begging you, right?"

With his mouth, he couldn't accept it.

"By the way," Ying Xiaonong asked, "Is there any vacant house near your house? My lease is about to expire."

"How is Junziju?"

Gentleman's house dares to be friendly, but who can get a house there, "speaking seriously."

"I bought two sets there," Kuangzheng said in a serious manner, "I will give you and Kuo Ting one set, and we will be neighbors."

Ying Xiaonong was amazed by his connections and handwriting, but he was not polite: "Thanks, Brother Kuang."

"We are one family." Today, Kuangzheng is truly proud of the spring breeze, "I will ask Baochan to bring you the keys and the house book."