On the long summer afternoon, near the end, the wind gradually swinged from nowhere in the hot air.
On the other side of the city, the headquarters building of Wanjia Group.
A meeting that lasted all afternoon was finally over. The people in the meeting relaxed and talked in a low voice in twos and threes when they got up and left.
He Huaili in the main seat also left the conference room. His clothes were low-key and simple, which seemed to be out of everyone, but he had an aura that could not be ignored.
He casually chatted with his subordinates and old friends around him about daily life unrelated to work. He Xiao, who was staring at the sky outside the corridor, withdrew his eyes and naturally joined the topic: "Uncle Yang, a typhoon is coming in a few days, and your trip may be pushed back."
The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Yes, I was just thinking about leaving one day earlier. He Xiao, you can also take care of your father and let him take the opportunity to rest for two days.
He Xiao's face is thin, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his temperament is gentle and elegant. At this moment, he has a trace of helplessness: "I can't control it. He can't be idle."
He Huaili shook his head and said with a smile, "There are so many things, how can I rest?"
The group chatted as they walked. When they arrived at the door of He Huaili's office, He Xiao tacitly stopped and followed his father in.
When the secretary closed the door, He Huaili sat down on the sofa, with a trace of fatigue between his eyebrows and asked, "He Qiao chosen the office building?"
He Xiao consciously reached out and helped his father make tea: "Yes, it's just opposite the clinic in Xiaochi."
He Huaili pressed his eyebrows and sighed helplessly, "Nonsense."
"The location of that lot is good." He Xiao heard that there was not much real dissatisfaction in his tone, and he took the opportunity to comfort him, "It's just a small thing. Let him go."
Through the rising heat from the edge of the kettle, He Huaili looked at Sven's calm eldest son and said slowly, "I didn't expect you to make this suggestion."
He Xiao smiled and put the newly brewed tea in front of his father: "Why?"
"He has never been exposed to these, he doesn't have the corresponding ability, and his personality is too simple." He Huaili was very direct, "I'm not sure whether it's appropriate to do this or not."
He Xiao said seriously, "So it doesn't matter if he doesn't do well. He has the confidence to fail."
Hearing the word confidence, a trace of long-standing memories flashed in He Huaili's eyes. He no longer talked about He Qiao's takeover of Wanjia Media. After a brief silence, he said gently, "Actually, I'm very happy to hear you say that."
He Xiao looked at his father with some surprise.
The father also looked at him and said honestly, "I'm often worried that your two brothers don't get along well."
He has always called his two sons by their full names, hoping to always remind them of the same surname that cannot be erased.
At this moment, He Huaili was just an ordinary father, with a faint sense of apology in the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.
He Qiao, who was born with a golden spoon, has been willful and reckless since he was a child, but He Xiao, who is ten years older than him, has a childhood that can be called hard work.
Before the age of five, He Xiao followed his parents who were in small business. At a young age, he dared to follow the scoundrel guest and reluctantly asked him for the money to pay.
After the age of five, without his mother, when he went out to school every day, he often put a pair of socks that had not been completely dried in his gray shoes.
Wealthy and brilliant success comes too late.
When it comes, the people around him who once looked forward to a better future have long passed away.
Trapped in the swarming memories, He Huaili asked him carefully, "Did Aunt Sheng treat you well when I was not at home?"
"Dad, I changed my name to Mom a long time ago. And I'm in my thirties, and I don't need to be taken care of anymore. He Xiao laughed dumbly, "She is very good to me and has always been good to me."
"It's different, I know." He Huaili whispered, "Your mother is your mother."
He Xiao fell silent and looked down at the dark leaves floating in the clear tea.
Thinking of the wedding to be held in a week, He Huaili came back to his senses and said, "If one day you have someone you want to marry, you should tell your family first and don't follow that boy's fault."
With that, He Huaili suddenly laughed: "But if you are like him, you want to secretly get the certificate without telling us, although I can't imagine that you would do such a thing."
"In fact, you don't have to worry about our objections. As long as the other party is a kind-hearted good child and you feel happy, it's up to you. Other conditions are not important."
"Anyway, after you have a lover, you also have to hold a beautiful wedding."
The father, whose hair was already out of the hair, looked at the desk not far away with a nostalgic look: "Your mother will be very happy. She can see it."
There are two photo frames on the table. One of the photos is a family portrait taken on his fiftieth birthday. He is surrounded by his smiling current wife, and two sons with faintly similar eyebrows but completely different temperaments, one is introverted and the other is enthusiastic and frank.
The other photo is old.
The slightly faded photo shows the dusty street shop. There is a simple signboard with "ten thousand snack shops" hanging at the door, and under the signboard is a family of three in plain clothes.
The tall and warm father held his sick wife's cheeks. She looked thin, but she was smiling happily and holding hands with her young and wise son.
At that time, He Xiao was wearing a pair of clean white canvas shoes on his feet.
"If there is a day, I will tell you."
Many years later, He Xiao, who had grown up, looked down at the toe of his black leather shoes, and his voice gently soothed his father's worries: "Dad, we are brothers, don't worry."
Because they are brothers.
That's why we should share the bitterness.
The last sunlight of the day shone into the office, floating on the edge of the hot teacup.
The dust flew in the transparent light and silently rushed to the clouds and trees outside.
The typhoon is coming, and the towering commercial buildings stand in the hot air. The heat steams up along the windows, brushing the four gold-plated characters on the top of the building, and the Wanjia Group shines at the highest point of the city.
This is the most popular giant enterprise in the whole city.
The change of the actual controller of Wanjia Media, a subsidiary of the group, quickly attracted the attention of the outside world.
At the same time as this news, there was also the marriage news of He Qiao, He Huaili's youngest son, who rarely appeared in public.
Before that, most people had never even heard of this name.
This low-key and mysterious wedding of the rich family is said to be held next Saturday, and the other protagonist of the wedding has not been revealed yet.
It's another Friday evening.
Chi Xueyan packed up as usual, checked the time of her mobile phone, and prepared to go downstairs to wait for Heqiao.
The wedding date is getting closer and closer. According to the arrangement of the parents, the two of them are also busy together, as if they are going to try on a customized dress tonight.
Compared with the complicated wedding dress, the two grooms' suits are relatively trouble-free to customize.
Chi Xueyan turned off the light and walked out, and there was a lively conversation at the front desk all over the corridor.
Today, Xu Baijun did not come to talk to him in vain, but put his hands in his pockets and leaned on the front desk in a dashing manner, chatting with his colleagues who had not left.
"Is it true?" Someone asked in surprise.
"Of course it's true. My father works in a company under their group." Xu Baijun's tone was firm, "It is said that the youngest son also wants to take over, and he just came here on the pretim of getting married and starting a family."
He nutted at the building outside the window, and the colleague beside him looked over and still felt incredible: "The first time I was so close to Bagua, it was actually opposite our clinic."
My colleague thought for a while and said with a smile, "I don't know if I can meet him when we go to and from work. Hey, do you have photos? I want to recognize people in advance.
"How can I have it?" Xu Baijun shook his head, "But my father should go to the wedding, and I plan to go with him."
"Ah, that's awesome. Then take a picture and show it to us!"
As my colleague was talking, he saw Chi Xueyan walking to the elevator entrance and habitually said, "Dr. Chi is off work. Have a good weekend!"
Chi Xueyan's expression was a little strange, but he still responded politely: "Have a good weekend."
He didn't look at Xu Baijun, and Xu Baijun didn't take the initiative to talk to him. When the elevator door closed down, he muttered unintentionally, "I don't know if Dr. Chi went on a blind date again."
"Is Dr. Chi on a blind date?"
"Yes, it seems to be every week." Xu Baijun said inadvertently, "I bumped into it in the parking lot the other day. The other party's conditions are really good. The luxury car is equipped with a name watch..."
The drizzle before the storm stretched outside the building.
In the damp and dull underground garage, Chi Xueyan walked quickly to his usual parking space.
A slender figure is standing next to the jewel-blue sports car.
He held a black umbrella in his hand and heard the familiar footsteps before he turned to look over.
The drops of water flowing along the tip of the dark umbrella gently fell to the ground.
He Qiao seemed to be still lingering with hazy water vapor, and Ying Ting's eyebrows were smiling.
Chi Xueyan walked quickly and took the lead in greeting him: "Blue is suitable for rainy days."
So it was He Qiao who came to pick up his car.
He Qiao gradually got used to the often out-of-tune opening remarks between each other, and responded, "Eat first, or go to the store first?"
"I'm not hungry yet." Chi Xueyan opened the door and sat in the driver's seat. "It's better to try on clothes before meals."
He Qiao's answer is as usual: "Okay."
At the same time, he opened the door on the other side of the car. The bandage on his hand had been removed, and the new scab scars could be seen with the naked eye.
The corner of his clothes flashed through the glittering gem blue, and he sat in the car with the smell of a rainy day.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
On the night when the typhoon is coming, the garment store is full of warm white lights.
Chi Xueyan and He Qiao, who changed into the first set of dresses, pushed the door out of the locker room almost at the same time.
The groom's dress on their bodies is the most classic three-piece suit. The vest sandwiched between the shirt and suit outlines the straight body.
Chi Xueyan is still fastening the buttons of her vest casually. He Qiao on the opposite side is dressed neatly. He is holding the tie belonging to the groom in his hand and is trying to tie his own bow tie.
Seeing this, Chi Xueyan stretched out her hand and said, "I'll do it."
He took the tie handed over by He Qiao, caught a glimpse of his clearly scarred right hand, and asked casually, "How is the wound?"
"It's healing, and most of the traces should disappear before the wedding."
Chi Xueyan subconsciously wanted to say that he was not asking this.
But looking at He Qiao's calm eyes when he answered, he took back this sentence.
Just like facing children in the clinic, Chi Xueyan habitually wanted to ask if the wound still hurt.
For Heqiao in front of him, this is obviously an unnecessary question.
Even on the night of the injury, he never showed any extra emotions.
And after that, He Qiao, who was wrapped in bandages, quickly owned a company with his own family and an office building facing his lover's company.
So Chi Xueyan took her tie and whispered, "That's good."
He Qiao noticed his somewhat distracted expression and took the initiative to say, "Do you have anything to ask me?"
They haven't officially talked about everything that happened after that night.
Seeing the newlyweds whispering intimately, the employees who were waiting aside walked away knowingly and gently pulled the curtain of the fitting area.
Hearing his question, Chi Xueyan thought for a soon and said frankly, "Yes."
He Qiao never mentioned his true self to him.
But after these days of getting along, Chi Xueyan realized more and more that her marriage person was a rather rational and calm person.
He seems to have secretly planned every step of the future.
It is difficult for Chi Xueyan, who loves to chase fun by nature, to be curious about such a fog lingers around her.
He asked directly, "What's wrong with Wanjia Media?"
It is impossible for He Xiao to give a company with no hidden dangers to his contemptuous brother.
He Qiao's answer was concise: "There will be internal conflicts in the management, and soon there will be core employees who will lead the whole team to change jobs."
For a creative company whose business is mainly advertising and marketing, the detrach of the core team is obviously a fatal blow.
Chi Xueyan said clearly, "I guess you already have a way."
The ending sound has the atmosphere of ending the conversation.
He stopped asking, but lowered his head and devoted himself to He Qiao's tie.
We agreed not to interfere with each other before.
He respects the rules set in advance.
The dazzling red hair was covered with a soft halo by the ceiling lamp and trembled gently in front of her.
At a very close distance, He Qiao's breath also fell into the gorgeous color.
He couldn't ignore the temperature lingering in the collar.
So a few seconds later, He Qiao took the initiative to say again, "I will find a better team to fill this vacancy."
Chi Xueyan quickly thought of what the other party had said when he first met. He wanted to use the information development in the book to benefit the masses.
In the current situation of Heqiao, better teams can only come from the information in the book.
He smiled and said indifferently, "Unfortunately, there is no lottery number in the book."
"But there is more precious information than the lottery number." He Qiao answered seriously, "For example, a business genius who should have ended up in depression."
Hearing the words, Chi Xueyan's movements stopped and blurted out: "Are you going to find this person?"
"I'm waiting for a typhoon."
He Qiao's voice fell quietly in his ear.
"His career was completely destroyed on the day the typhoon ended, so that night, he chose to jump down from the roof of the company."
Accompanied by his whisper, the wind and rain outside the house continued to hit the glass window, and the vague sound quietly seeped into the warm air in the store.
Chi Xueyan blinked her eyes suddenly, as if she saw the umbrella held by He Qiao in the palm of her hand when we met in the evening.
The rain slid down endlessly, and the transparent drops of water spread over the black umbrella, falling on the hard ground drop by drop.
In the wet rain and fog, the unscrupulous curiosity since childhood is growing wildly in his chest like a vine at this moment.
Chi Xueyan made up her mind almost in an instant.
He thought, only cross the line once.
The soft tie slid over the white fingertips of the red-haired young man and slowly wrapped into a knot.
"You need a cover." Chi Xueyan's voice was light and powerful, with a firm smile, "Just like what I mean to you during this period."
He Qiao stared at his drooping eyebrows. The back of his hand and palm under the light were slanded with fresh scab scars. Those staggered textures suddenly glowed with gentle enthusiasm and became particularly vivid.
But he still stood quietly without any movement.
Until the elegant bow tie between the neck was completely formed, and the warm fingertips left with satisfaction, He Qiao finally responded softly.
"I can't ask for it."