The Record of Reemployment of the Laid-off Emperor

Chapter 34 [2014] Are you afraid of heights?Qi Guan Wei

On the eve of the return journey, several senior members of the archaeological team invited the big guys to a celebration banquet in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

I sat next to Cen Weiyu, after drinking for three rounds a few elderly men got high and made fun of Cen Weiyu.It is said that he lives like a veteran cadre at a young age, and he still has unique ideas in doing things. He put aside high-paying positions and cutting-edge research laboratories abroad, and returned to China to bring students.

Although they were teasing, they could hear their appreciation for Cen Weiyu, a young junior.

These old seniors are all leading figures in the field of archaeology and geology. The juniors had to listen carefully to what they said, and the conversation suddenly turned to me.

"Little Cen, this is the reason why you look down on my daughter?" The one who spoke was the old Lu who studied the writing of the Yong Dynasty. He was quite drunk and his eyes were wandering.

Just as I was about to speak, Cen Weiyu took the first step, "Teacher, my wife is very nice. Ms. Lu is outstanding in talent and appearance, and her conversation is good. It's because the students are not good enough for her."

Mr. Lu didn't answer his words, instead he gave me a squinting look and said disdainfully, "Of course my daughter is better than an illiterate who hasn't gone to school for a few days."

"Teacher Lu!" Cen Weiyu's face was livid, and he put his hands on his shoulders, as if he was afraid of me making a move.

I sat as firmly as Mount Tai, staring at the liquor shaking in front of me.The old man wanted to vent his anger on his daughter, and he couldn't get used to the fact that his protégé found an illiterate, so he used the name of drunkenness to belittle me.

In the past, I would have jumped up from the table at this moment, mixed beer and white wine, and poured the old man's head and face, regardless of whether he was old or highly respected.But at this moment, I was surprisingly calm. I stood up and toasted the old man, and said with a playful smile, "Mr. Lu calmed down. The matter between me and Xiao Cen is not on the table, so I just tried to make something new. Have you heard the young man's saying, Moneyboy, as you said, I have no talent and no quality, and Xiao Cen thought he was young and rich. We can't last long. After we have played enough, you can let your daughter take over, but My ugly words are in the front, I have a lot of illnesses, your daughter and Xiao Cen are married, you have to get a good checkup. Qianjin's good fortune is in the back!" After finishing speaking, I poured down a full glass of wine, He turned around, left his seat, pushed open the box door and left.

I heard movement in the box inside, pinging, bang bang bang, I'm afraid the old man was so angry that I had a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

Not long after I walked out of the restaurant, I stood on the path and heard two footsteps chasing after me.

One light, one heavy.

Qingping's panting voice came, "Master..."

I interrupted her without looking back, "I can't afford to be a teacher's wife, don't you understand? I'm playing with your teacher, to put it bluntly, Pao. Friends."

Qingping still wanted to talk, but Cen Weiyu stopped her, "Qingping, go back first, let me be alone with him."

When I heard Qingping's choked up voice, I couldn't bear it, but soon this softness was replaced by firmness.

Qingping's footsteps gradually drifted away, and Cen Weiyu's sullen voice sounded: "Turn around and talk to me."

I turned around indifferently, raised my head to meet Cen Weiyu's red eyes, I was stunned, angry is so pretty.

"Are you serious about what you just said?"

"Which sentence?" I said loudly on purpose: "moneyboy? Friends with benefits? Of course it's all true. I'm with you just for your money. I'm lazy, lazy, uneducated, and an old man at home waiting for money. Otherwise, what am I trying to do to you?"

I chuckled lightly, "You don't think I like you, do you?" I laughed out loud, "I really like you a little bit, I like your stupidity, I have found nine if not ten benefactors, and it belongs to you. It's easy to cheat, and it's the one you enjoy the most when giving money."

I patted his arm, "Thank you." I couldn't straighten up laughing.

Cen Weiyu's fist hanging by his side tightened and released, his voice sounded heavy and muffled, "You like me, you said that you want to date me on the premise of concluding a marriage relationship, you are lying, you like me ……you love me."

He emphasized it many times.

My heart aches, yes, that's right, I really like Cen Weiyu, I like him so much that I want to forget the past for him, and fall in love with him as Yang Qing until I die and grow old.I am the ghost of the former dynasty, atone for the sins of Qingyang, and pray for the people who died unjustly are the only reasons for my existence.

I don’t read or read. I let myself live like a dog. Only in this way can I be called redemption. However, the appearance of Cen Weiyu shakes me. I even want to let go of everything I used to be and fall in love with him as a brand new person. .

I love him, longing to grow old with him, longing for his embrace and his kiss

But Cen Weiyu is not Cen Weiyu, who is standing in front of me!

I was so overwhelmed by guilt that I couldn't straighten my waist, and two tears dripped from the corners of my eyes, maybe I was laughing.

"You remember wrongly, that's what you said." I looked indifferent, "I almost couldn't help laughing when you said that, it's so stupid, someone actually wants to have a relationship with the prostitute."

Cen Weiyu's eyes were stained with black ink, he said coldly: "Apologize."

"Oh? Angry?"

He repeated: "Apologize, apologize to Yang Qing."

I froze, and the more surging and uncontrollable emotions blasted me out of my mind, I beat his chest and shoulders frantically, "Are you fucking sick! Ask if you are sick! It's just for fun, I don't want to play anymore! We're done! Can't you fucking afford it!"

I want to leave the last decency, and treasure the memories of Cen Weiyu in my memory, for the rest of my long and boring life to remember.But why are you pressing on every step of the way!You insist on telling everything, and you insist on forcing me into a desperate situation from which I cannot retreat!

Run away, run away, there was a voice in my heart urging me, I no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away.

"Yang Qing, you still owe me one wish." Cen Weiyu called me to stop.

"You said I was the only winner."

"Say," I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the last wish, the last contact, after fulfillment, you and I will be clear.

"Go somewhere with me."

Cen Weiyu took the same bus with us on the return journey, his students were a little afraid of him, and they all kept silent.Qingping and I sat in the front, and he sat in the last row, his whole body exuding a cold air.

Qingping hesitated to speak several times, but I staggered the topic. Finally, when the car arrived at the gate of the South University, she finally mustered up the courage to ask me, "Master...Brother Qing, will we have a chance to meet again in the future?"

Against my will, I said, "There will be."

How can there be a chance, I will stay far away from Cen Weiyu, stay away from the people and things in his world, birds and fish have different paths, it is a great fate to go together, how dare I ask for anything else.

I don't know if there is any connection between the present Qingping and my grand maid Qingping, they are both good girls and shouldn't have anything to do with people like me.

Cen Weiyu drove me back to the house. As soon as I entered, I locked myself in the room to pack my luggage. Cen Weiyu stood outside the door and knocked on the door. Through the wooden door, he said: "We need to wait two days before leaving, and I haven't got anything."

A little trick to delay time, I stopped packing my luggage, took out two sets of laundry and re-locked the suitcase.

Two days later, Cen Weiyu waited until eight o'clock in the evening, when it was completely dark, he called me out.

He was still driving, and I sat in the back seat and stared at the lights passing by outside the window boredly.I don't wonder where he wants to take me, what he wants to do, I have closed the door on him, everything he does is in vain,

The scenery outside the car window became more and more desolate, until the old tube building that I was very familiar with appeared, I finally couldn't help it, and kicked his back, "Where are you taking me? Do you want to talk? If you don't talk, I will jump out of the car." gone."

Cen Weiyu just drove, and soon the car swayed and stopped in the slum area where I lived for several years.

The roads in the slums are complicated and he can no longer drive. He first unfastened his seat belt and then got out of the car to help me open the door. When I wanted to get out of the car, he thoughtfully put his hand on top of my head.

I couldn't figure out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so I had to hang him far away.

He led the way ahead, and walked even more steadily than me, an old resident, as if he had measured the road countless times under his feet.

After about 10 minutes, he finally stopped after I accidentally stepped into a puddle and got muddy on my leg.

I looked around the scenery, crossing the alley, the street lights standing on the road can barely make out, this is a construction site.

I have some impressions. About two or three years ago, an unknown big boss came to build a playground a few kilometers away in a slum area. I thought this boss was stupid enough to build a playground in a slum area. Is there water?I'm really full and have nothing to do, and I have so much money to burn.

Cen Weiyu stood waiting for me under the street lamp, and he waved to me, "I asked the students how they fell in love, and the students said that they ate the same bucket of popcorn in the movie theater, bought a high-speed rail couple seat to travel to Tibet, and sat on the highest point of the Ferris wheel. A kiss is considered a relationship," he laughed and shook his head, "They were supposed to be joking, but I took it seriously."

He looked at me, stared at me, and he reached out to me: "Date me, please make my wish come true."

My eyes are sore, this time it should be because of the strong wind at night.

Old thing, if you know that others are teasing you, you are serious, you are so stupid.

I stretched out three fingers, "You have three items here, but unfortunately you only have one wish."

"Let's just have one."

"Kissing doesn't work either, we've already broken up."

"it is good."

Cen Weiyu and I crossed the road and stood at the unfinished playground. I saw him take out an access card from his bag, and skillfully swiped open the gate of the playground.

The boss who took advantage of me was actually by my side.

Cen Weiyu pushed open the power switch, and in an instant the whole playground was brightly lit, I was so stunned by the light that I couldn't open my eyes, after getting used to it for a while, the soreness eased slightly, I looked up, and the most eye-catching thing among the dots was the Ferris wheel .

The Ferris wheel slowly drove to the highest point, Cen Weiyu took out a long sandalwood box from his arms and handed it to me, beckoning me to open it.

I took the box and pushed open the sliding lid. A hairpin, the green jade hairpin, once belonged to Qi Guanwei, belonged to me, belonged to us, and the hairpin that I abandoned reappeared in front of me beyond the dust of history.

The hairpin was so heavy that I couldn't hold it, and it was so heavy that my injured hand ached.

Cen Weiyu, no, I should call you Qi Guanwei, why are you so cruel?Can't tolerate me leaving a trace of decency?Are you so determined?Insist on handing the sharp blade that breaks through everything into my hands?You are so ruthless?Unwilling to draw a perfect ending for the memories belonging to Yang Qing and Cen Weiyu?

The Ferris wheel seemed to be malfunctioning, we stopped at the highest point and did not continue down.

I clutched the hairpin in my injured hand and leaned over to cover his eyes with my other hand.

I asked, "Are you still afraid of heights, Qi Guanwei?"

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