"Well, no, I plan to go back to my hometown and leave this apartment to you."
The balcony was filled with smoke, and the man's back looked a bit desolate. His response was not loud, but very firm.
The woman sitting in the living room frowned slightly. After nodding, she picked up the LV bag on the table and said, "Since we have broken up, I still want to say a few words."
The cigarette in the man's hand shook slightly, and the ash bounced into a rice-treasure porridge jar. He looked back at the woman, his bloodshot eyes revealing a bit of self-mockery.
The woman looked at him, her expression obviously startled, and she couldn't help but hold back what she said.
After a pause, she said: "It's okay to go back to your hometown. You can take a good rest for a while. I will handle the follow-up matters in the studio."
The man looked at her for a while and then nodded, "That's fine, it will be more convenient for you to connect."
There seemed to be something behind the words. The woman in the living room bit her lip and wanted to retort, but she always felt powerless.
Finally, she said coldly: "At least he is more responsible than you." After saying that, she picked up her bag and slammed the door and left.
The man looked at her leaving back with a bitter smile on his lips.
"Are you responsible? Haha..."
The man did not refute, because he had given up. He had been betrayed by the woman he once loved most, and was poached by the brother he once trusted most. His heart had lost its warmth when he learned the truth of the matter.
Wei Cheng raised his head and looked in the direction of his hometown.
After his parents left, the only thing he thought about was the house in his hometown.
He was homesick, and the warm picture of a family of three living together in his childhood came to mind. He suddenly felt so stupid.
Why does he earn so much money? Because of his job, he can't always be with his parents when they are around.
Only now, after his parents passed away and the studio he worked so hard for was handed over to others, did he realize that he really had nothing.
Fortunately, he was still young, so this sad emotion only passed by briefly.
Going back to his hometown was just a temporary forbearance. Wei Cheng felt that he needed to think about his future.
Now he is only 25 years old, not yet old enough to see through the world of mortals. He still has a great future and a bright future.
There doesn't seem to be much luggage, just a few clothes, ID and mobile phone.
When Wei Cheng got on the high-speed train back to his hometown, he felt a little groggy all the way.
My hometown is located on the outskirts of Yuncheng. The old house is a three-story bungalow built by my father when he was young.
There is a yard of about 200 square meters in front and behind the house, with a typical antique three-entry gate style design, two ridges of grape trellises, and three small vegetable plots. Next to it is a well, connected to a pressurized water pump. Next to the pressurized water pump is cement for washing and washing vegetables.
table.
It's still a familiar scene, it's still a familiar smell, but unfortunately, things have changed.
Wei Teng tried to press the water pump. The rusty water pump made a squeaking sound, and cold well water poured out of the outlet. It was a little turbid at first, but then it was extremely clear, with a hint of coolness, dispelling some of the heat.
He picked up a bucket of well water and wiped the sweat off his face, then poured the remaining water in the bucket to the roots of the grapevine. The withered grapevine seemed to be instantly rejuvenated, and the water was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All.
The vegetable patch was overgrown with weeds. Wei Cheng remembered her mother's words and planned to take some time to get rid of the weeds and plant some vegetables such as onions and cucumbers.
Pulling the suitcase into the small building, the living room on the first floor is still the same. The Federal chair bought more than ten years ago is covered with dust-proof cloth. The ornamental fish tank where my father keeps fish has become the nest of spiders. There are several rows of cat footprints on the ground.
There are also a few dried cat daddies in the corner.
Wei Cheng looked at the house that had been unoccupied for more than a year and felt numb for a moment. He didn't know where to start cleaning it up.
【the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero……】
"Hey, Uncle Zhou."
"Is it Xiaocheng? What's going on? You don't make Chinese medicine pills anymore?"
Wei Cheng frowned and nodded in response: "Uncle Zhou, the studio is no longer mine. As you know, there are fewer and fewer people who believe in ancient Chinese medicine. There is no market for ancient prescriptions. It is only a matter of time before we transform to develop traditional Chinese medicines."
matter."
"No, others don't believe it, but I believe it. The liver-protecting pills you made for me are good. I want to have three more courses of treatment."
Wei Cheng sighed softly and said: "Well, let's do this. I have handed over the studio. If you want liver-protecting pills, I can help you make a batch privately. It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. If it weren't for your help,
Even if I introduce clients, I won’t be so successful in the past few years.”
"Okay then, what happened to your kid? Do you want my help?"
"No need, it's just that my career has encountered a bottleneck. In fact, I had expected it."
"Okay, then bring your fiancée to my house for dinner later. Your sister-in-law has been talking about your ancient facial mask used by the Empress Dowager Cixi."
Wei Cheng smiled awkwardly. He had already broken up with his fiancée, so how could he take her there? However, he still smiled and agreed. When he planned to make liver-protecting pills later, he also made some ointment for external application and sent it over.
hang up the phone.
Wei Cheng began to clean the house.
Mainly the bedrooms and study room on the second floor. You can put them in other places first. Don’t be careless about your living place.
At night, I felt exhausted.
Wei Cheng went to a small restaurant at the entrance of the village to have dinner, and bought some daily necessities, drinks and snacks from the canteen.
When I got home, I lazily leaned on the sofa and turned on the TV.
"Prime Minister, Cao Cao has no wife in the capital and lives alone in his apartment. You can send someone to summon him. If he is willing to come, it will be a sword sacrifice. If he refuses to come, it will be an assassination."
Wei Cheng raised his eyes and saw on the TV that Li Ru, dressed in blue, was proposing a plan to Dong Zhuo, and that the slave Lu Bu of the third surname was about to step forward.
This is Wei Cheng's only pastime. He has read this version of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms no less than twenty times.
Suddenly, the TV flashed violently.
Wei Cheng's expression changed and he felt numbness in the soles of his feet. He lowered his head and saw that the Coke bottle he had placed next to his feet had fallen over. The Coke poured in along the slot on the ground, causing sparks and lightning for a moment.
He didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly ran towards the open balcony on the side, but the light on the top of the balcony was also on, the wire short-circuited, the light bulb exploded instantly, and a powerful current shot directly towards him.
Wei Cheng instinctively held on to the aluminum alloy door frame... bang bang bang... sizzle sizzle sizzle...
The door frame has good electrical conductivity. As soon as the current passed through, Wei Cheng saw a strange scene.
Suddenly, the scene on the TV flashed across the glass on the door. Cao Cao, who had failed in his assassination attempt, was galloping out of the city on horseback.
Before Wei Cheng could react, his whole body was numb, his feet slipped, and he fell towards the glass door.
Buzz!
A strange scene occurred. Wei Cheng fell on the glass, but his whole body was swallowed directly by the glass.
Sparks of electric current surged in the room, just like a large-scale Tesla experiment site, with countless electric currents surging through the TV and door frames.
It took about ten breaths before the current finally stabilized.
The 1994 version of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" continued to play on the TV, but the people watching the TV had disappeared. There were only scattered potato chips on the sofa, and a pool of liquid on the ground with residual warmth and star-like electric current...