Chapter 31
Liu Dao has seen the photo of Wen Xuejun, because this person has been unable to be contacted, and he even has to call the company for an overseas visit. He thought that maybe he would meet him during an overseas visit. He took a second look at the photos and remembered his appearance. Visiting work is the icing on the cake.
He had to stare at the photo from time to time in those days, and he was confident that if Wenxian appeared in his field of vision at this time, he would be able to recognize him as quickly as possible.
Sister Wenxuejun’s house was bought by the Yuanjiang River, and the county where Liu Dao’s hometown belongs is also by the Yuanjiang River, but the two are not the same county, but they seem to be similar in appearance, especially the riverside buildings.
When he just saw the riverside in the car, he thought he was back in the small town of his hometown.
Lao Yang stopped the car and scanned a message from the WeChat Tang Cheng dialog box.
The literary gentleman is in T city.
"Damn." Lao Yang was so surprised that he almost burst into tears, and slapped Liu Dao on the shoulder, "Liu, you have made a fortune, guess what?"
"What's the matter?" Liu Dao unfastened his seat belt and prepared to get off vehicle.
"Manager Tang said, Mr. Literature is in T city." Lao Yang's face showed the look of winning the lottery.
Liu Dao smiled: "That's a good feeling, we'll leave empty-handed."
However, he thought of what Min Liangping said to Tang Cheng when he called Tang Cheng last night, and he vaguely felt that things would not be too simple. .
While thinking about it, a lonely figure on the river bank is particularly eye-catching.
Today is a working day, the weather is hot at this time, there is no shade on the river bank, and almost no one will be full of food and swaying above and below, so this figure quickly caught Liu Dao's attention.
Lao Yang looked at him absent-mindedly and asked him, "Liu, what are you looking at?"
"Nothing." Liu Dao replied perfunctorily.
After looking at it for a long while, the young man wandering on the river bank couldn't see his face, Liu Dao got out of the car, stood on the side of the road and looked up at the river bank, his eyes never leaving the rather abrupt figure from beginning to end.
He murmured, "It's Mr. Literature."
As soon as Lao Yang got out of the car, he closed the car door a little rough, but he didn't hear Liu Dao's words clearly.
"What did you say?" Lao Yang asked.
"It's Wen Xian, Lao Yang." After Liu Dao finished saying this, he almost rushed up the cement stone steps beside him.
But when he was really face to face with Mr. Literature, the atmosphere was very strange.
Jun Wenxue glanced at Liu Dao, and out of precaution, he immediately thought of staying away from this person.
Liu Dao didn't look right at Wen Xuejun. His eyes were gray, his face was blue and purple, and his arms were broken in several places, but the wounds didn't seem to be new. He guessed that he might have encountered violent collection. , and ran out.
There is also a possibility that the violent collector deliberately let him go and asked him to come to his eldest sister to borrow money.
How much does this man owe? Probably more than hundreds of thousands.
Mr. Wenxue went from the embankment to the bottom of the riverbank. Thick and long iron cables were hung on the fence by the riverside. Mr. Wenxue had been wandering near the river.
Liu Dao stood on the river bank and looked at him, trying to approach him step by step without disturbing him.
But Wenxue Jun was very keen, turned around and stared at Liu Dao, his eyes were bloodshot scarlet terrifyingly, as if he was about to fight someone to death or die together.
"You're also here to travel?" Liu Dao asked pretending to be relaxed.
Wen Wenjun opened his mouth, and the boat on the river suddenly started, and the rumbling sound drowned out his voice.
Liu Dao didn't care, and continued to approach Wenxian Jun, and continued to approach him in a voice that was a few degrees higher than before: "There is a tourist attraction opposite, do you know? It is very famous."
Wenwen Jun still did not relax his vigilance and died. He stared at Liu Dao, but it eased his desire to commit suicide.
Liu Dao could see that he might not have decided whether to die or not.
This person still has some extravagant hope for life, and Liu Dao has to seize this hope for him. This is beyond the scope of debt collection. This is the idea that poured out of Liu Dao's own heart.
He thought that he had endured all the hardships of leaving his hometown when he was a teenager, but he still felt that life was a very beautiful thing, so he unilaterally put this idea on Wenxian Jun.
After all, Wenxun is still a college student, and the future is promising. He should not be oppressed by the current debt to the point of death.
"Are you still a student? Are you here for the summer vacation?" Liu Dao asked him again.
He smiled: "..." He was about to continue to say something, but Lao Yang appeared in front of the two at an untimely time.
This time, Wen Xun, who was a little shaken, raised his vigilance many times, and Lao Yang, who is easy to misunderstand because of his appearance, has the style of a big brother in society.
Wen Xuejun suddenly became excited: "You guys, you came here so soon? You just want to die than me, right?"
When he said this, his hateful eyes stared at Liu Dao's back, and Liu Dao turned. Glancing at him, Lao Yang stood awkwardly behind him, holding up his hands in an apologetic smile.
"Young man, don't think about it, you will misunderstand." Lao Yang said in a low voice, where is there any performance issue in his mind now, as long as Wenxian is not in trouble, even if the company gives him a promotion and a raise.
"Don't you just want me to die?" Jun Wenxue took off his glasses, he didn't want to see the faces of these people.
Because he was too excited, he took off his glasses with more than 600 degrees of myopia. Mr. Wenxue staggered, but the direction was down the steps to the river bank.
Liu Dao signaled Lao Yang to stop and stop talking, and pulled Wen Wenjun from up.
"We're not bad people, really."
Liu Dao's physique was slightly stronger than that of Jun Wenxue, but Jun Wenxue was seriously out of control at this time, struggling as if he was dying, and he didn't have the slightest sense in his fists and feet.
Liu Dao's eye socket was sturdy, and he fell to the ground immediately. He was a little anxious. Seeing Wen Wenjun, who was about to rush to the water's edge, he ran forward despite the sting.
He hugged Mr. Literature by the river.
As soon as I opened my eyes, it was a bottomless river. The breeze rolled up light ripples, the sun was shining on the river, and the blue river reflected a little golden light, which was very beautiful.
These beautiful things can only be felt by a living person, a living person, a living person with a heart.
But Wenxian Jun's heart has cooled.
Liu Dao was so angry that he wanted to scold him, and shouted loudly at the water's edge of hell: "One hundred thousand yuan makes you want to die? Have you ever thought about the two old people in your family? What will they do if you die? You let you Will grandpa give your grandma the death or your grandma will send your grandfather?"
Maybe because he was tired, Wen Wenjun's struggle gradually lost his strength, and he began to cry.
Liu Dao dragged him to the shore a few times, Wenxian was lying on Liu Dao and crying, tears and snot rubbed his body all over him, after crying and wanting to die, he started running to the water again, Liu Dao caught him again Live, the two are like two lunatics on the shore.
Wen Xuejun suddenly said: "I'm not dead."
Liu Dao didn't believe it and still refused to let go of him. Lao Yang hesitated, standing in the distance on the river bank, not close, not close, he was in trouble with himself.
Wen Xuejun went crazy again, grabbed a stone and smashed his arm, not afraid of the pain, sobbing, and smashed Liu Dao, who hadn't responded yet.
This time, Liu Dao changed his head and was hit by a solid stone. His entire human eye was pierced with gold stars, and he almost fainted. Perhaps because of the surge of adrenaline, he managed to hold on.
But it may also be because the adrenaline was soaring too fiercely. Liu Dao watched Wen Wenjun stumble into the river and jumped down.
Before Jiang Shui could hide his thoughts, he heard someone call his name.
He shouted eagerly, with all kinds of panic and worry -
"Liu Dao."
At 12:05 noon, the T County People's Hospital brought two drowning young men.
One is Wenxun, and the other is Liu Dao.
Lao Yang stood beside Min Liangping who was soaking wet, the corners of his mouth twitched, looking at the man in front of him in disbelief.
"Who are you?" Lao Yang didn't know what Min Liangping came from, he just thought it was Tang Cheng's father's friend.
"Min Liangping." Min Liangping simply said his name.
"Brother, do you know Wenxun?" Lao Yang couldn't control himself to give a cigarette to this man who was full of justice, "Smoke one?"
Min Liangping waved his hand and refused: "I don't smoke."
"Really not?"
" Quit." The
two sat down together on the bench in the smoking room of the hospital, and Lao Yang said, "You wait for me to finish smoking this cigarette, and I will accompany you to buy clean clothes. The air conditioner in this hospital is on. You are so easy to catch a cold."
Min Liangping still remembered the two lives in the emergency room, Lao Yang saw it, he stretched out the back of his hand and patted Min Liangping's arm: "It's alright, I won't die, it's my fault for not submerging for a long time. Come on time."
"The clothes should be bought after they are transferred to the general ward." Min Liangping insisted.
"It's done." Lao Yang breathed out a mouthful of smoke, "When I finish smoking this cigarette, I'll buy it for you. You take good care of them, and call me if you have anything."
He took out his mobile phone as he spoke. , put his phone number on the screen and asked Min Liangping to write it down.
Min Liangping just took out his mobile phone, but the water-soaked mobile phone could not be turned on at all. He shrugged and returned the mobile phone to Lao Yang.
Lao Yang sighed and put out the half cigarette: "I'll be back soon."
"Wait," Min Liangping stopped Lao Yang, "Brother, by the way, can you buy me a bag of candy?
" Yang remembered what he said when he refused to respect Yan Yan, and nodded.
Two hours after Liu Dao came out of the emergency room, he was still awake, his face was pale, and he was hanging a bottle.
The nurse comforted Min Liangping: "Your friend is fine, don't worry, this is normal."
My friend.
Min Liangping weighed this word in his heart. In the eyes of others, the gap between him and the grown man on the hospital bed had changed from "father and son" to a friend.
Min Liangping nodded with a chuckle and watched the nurse go out.
He peeled a candy and stuffed it into his mouth, suddenly regretting it. He always chewed the candy, and it disappeared after a few moments, but this time he was in the ward. He was afraid that Liu Dao, who was unconscious, would quarrel, and he didn't want to leave the ward, not even for a moment, so he had to spit the candy into it. in the trash can.
"You never give people peace of mind." He murmured, looking at the face that was completely free from childishness on the hospital bed.
Tang Cheng's phone call came at this time, and Min Liangping had to answer the phone in the corridor.
Tang Cheng's voice on the phone was much nicer than when he sang: "Brother Min, is Liu Dao all right? Lao Yang just called me and said, are you short of money? Is Liu Dao awake? How's it going?"
"Everything is fine." Min Liangping replied to him.
Tang Cheng didn't mind that people responded too coldly to his long list of questions, so he said to himself, "My father has already told me that the matter of Mr. Wen seems to be involved in some underground bank, and we have withdrawn this. The order has been placed, and the client also expressed unconditional support for the police in handling the case, and promised to withdraw the order. If Liu Dao wakes up, you can tell him that, let him stop thinking about work, let me tell you, he is this person In fact, he really loves money. As long as he is called to work in 365 days, he can do it on any holiday. He is very diligent. Really, I can't stand it. This time it is a work injury, and he needs a good rest.
Tang Cheng kept talking endlessly. Out of some misunderstanding, Min Liangping interrupted him: "Wouldn't it be better for you to tell him these things yourself?"
"No," Tang Cheng couldn't understand, "I'm thinking about you. Different from him?"
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