Grand Collection

"This is a rare ancient book that I have worked so hard to get. Take it easy and read it, don't let me break it," Kong Xin put a box on the bedside table, with a noble and glamorous expression on his face.

Wen Zhijun smiled and said, "Since you are afraid of bad things, you can take it away."

"Hey, don't you deserve a beating?" Kong Xin stared, "Is it dangerous for me to sacrifice my heart and soul for you? That kid Zigeng is paranoid like a little mad dog. We were adulterers who came out of the closet back then." Whore!"

Wen Zhijun glanced at the red mark on his neck, nodded, "It really looks like a little mad dog."

Kong Xin covered his neck, "Fuck!"

Wen Zhijun laughed out loud.

After making him happy, Kong Xin didn't care much about the exposed hickey marks. His eyes fell on the window sill, "Hey, what is this thing? You carved it?"

Wen Zhijun looked at the small wood carving he picked up from the window sill, and was taken aback for a moment, "How could it be me with this craftsmanship?"

"I also think that if you want to carve this kind of virtue, you have to bite your teeth." Kong Xin played with the small wood carving curiously, "Is this a pig? In fact, if the requirements are not so strict, this carving is not bad. "

Wen Zhijun took the woodcarving, looked at it carefully for a moment, was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "This is not a pig, it's a cow." Turning the calf over, he saw two characters carved on the base of the little pig. :Safety.

My thoughts flashed back to more than ten years ago, in an old alley in the 90s, Wen Zhijun was sitting on the steps in front of his grandfather’s house, and the older children not far away were scrambling to kick a broken football.

His eyes fell on a tall boy. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was tall and tall, a head taller than his peers. He took advantage of his body to snatch the football to his feet with a few strokes, and ran away with his long legs.

The young man whose skeleton has not yet grown up has long arms and legs, and is full of vigor when he runs. Wen Zhijun can't help but chuckle.

Suddenly there was a burst of wind, Wen Zhijun raised his head, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the football coming towards him, he subconsciously raised his hand to block it, only heard a muffled sound, his arm was hurt by the football, his fingers loosened, and the palm was not finished. The small wooden carving fell to the ground together with the carving knife.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The boy rushed over, panting and apologized repeatedly, "Did you get hurt?"

Wen Zhijun's arms were numb from the pain, and he shook his head, "It's okay."

"I'm really sorry," the boy picked up the small wooden sculpture on the ground, "You made this? It's so beautiful."

Wen Zhijun took it and played with it unconsciously, "It's not finished yet."

"What did you carve?" The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the board was wet with sweat, and the roots stood upright in the sun, showing every detail.

"You can't even tell what it is, and you still say it looks good?" Wen Zhijun complained softly, raised his head and glanced at him, and was suddenly stunned, only to see the young man's dark skin glowing with healthy vitality under the light, and a pair of deep eyes Clear, the facial features that have just bloomed are very handsome, and they must be very masculine when they grow up.

"Hey, I don't understand."

Wen Zhijun pursed his lips, picked up the carving knife, and changed a few strokes on the small wood carving. A few minutes later, a calf with a simple and cute appearance appeared in the palm of his hand.

The boy put his hands on his knees, leaned over to watch him sculpt, stared intently at his dexterous hands, and exclaimed, "You are amazing! Is this a pig?"

"It's a cow!!!"

"Uh……"

Wen Zhijun stuffed the calf into his hand, "Here it is for you."

The young man was flattered, "Huh?"

Wen Zhijun rubbed his arm that was still a little sore, and muttered, "You are as strong as a bull, besides you, who else is more suitable for it?"

"..." The boy held the calf and opened his mouth stupidly.

Wen Zhijun turned around and walked home.

"Hey!" The boy suddenly raised his voice.

Wen Zhijun turned his head when he heard the sound.

I saw the energetic young man standing under the bright sun, with his hands spread around his mouth, and he said loudly, "Can I come and play with you in the future? My name is Wu Ping'an, what's your name?"

Wen Zhijun paused, "My name is Wen Zhijun."

"Hey, what are you thinking, with a rippling face?" A discordant voice sounded from the side, and Wen Zhijun suddenly woke up from the memory, shaking his head, "Probably because I didn't sleep well last night, thinking about something from the past."

Kong Xin stood by the window, smoking a cigarette, "What's the matter?"

"a friend."

"Fuck!" Kong Xin yelled, "A friend is a friend, what are you trying to do with such an embarrassing expression?"

Wen Zhijun smiled wryly, "I'm not sure if I can be considered a friend. I haven't known him for a few days after all."

"Hey?" Kong Xin put out the cigarette butt, squeezed to sit beside his bed, and winked, "Why do I smell the smell of adultery? Come, come, good brother wants to share."

"What nonsense?" Wen Zhijun rolled his eyes at him, "I was only 13 years old when I met him, how could there be adultery?"

"Short oil, don't you know that Chuji has to start with a baby?"

Wen Zhijun was so angry that he laughed, "Yes, yes, that's why I have had a deep-rooted love for you since I was a child, so break up with Zigeng quickly and come and reconnect with me."

Kong Xin was furious, "... If Zigeng hears this, I will die, you know!!!"

Wen Zhijun laughed happily.

After Kong Xin left, Wen Zhijun lay on the hospital bed, touching the small wooden sculpture with rough workmanship, and couldn't help falling into memories again.

"Your Majesty, I have to memorize the 'Guqin Theory' of "Gegu Yaolun" today." Mother Wen touched her son's soft hair and said softly, "I'll have to check when Mom comes to see you tomorrow."

The 13-year-old Xiao Zhijun sat at the desk and nodded silently.

Mother Wen smiled with satisfaction, checked her makeup, picked up her handbag and walked out of the study room. Since Zhijun's father died of a heart attack, she has been in charge of the Wen family's antique business for three years. It has been three years since it was opened and opened, but it is still a difficult test for a housewife to control so many shops. Therefore, the young Wen Zhijun spent his summer vacation at his grandfather’s house. The experience of vacationing with his mother is really It is very few.

The sound of the door closing seemed particularly hollow in the empty room. Wen Zhijun pursed his lips, opened the book in his hand, and read it word by word. Although they were all obscure ancient Chinese, they were also very interesting.

I don't know how long it took, the window frame was knocked twice suddenly, Wen Zhijun looked up, and saw a sweaty smiling face outside the window, Wu Ping'an?

He ran to open the window, and in the next second, Wu Pingan jumped in nimbly.

Wen Zhijun was startled, and leaned on the window to look down, stunned, "This is the third floor! You... how did you get up?"

"The sewer pipe in your house is outside the wall. I just grabbed it and climbed up. It's very easy."

"It's too dangerous!" Wen Zhijun scowled.

"Hey, it's nothing, it's nothing," Wu Pingan showed a simple and honest smile, and stretched out his palm in front of him, "That...you see."

In his palm lay a crooked small wooden sculpture, Wen Zhijun curled his lips, "What did you do, it's so ugly."

Wu Ping'an scratched his hair, "It's a little rabbit."

"How can a rabbit be so ugly?"

"I... it's my first time carving," Wu Ping'an argued in a low voice, and put the little rabbit into Wen Zhijun's palm, "I'll give it to you."

Wen Zhijun looked at the small wooden sculpture in his palm and couldn't help laughing.

The summer vacation that year was different from previous years. With the company of friends, the long summer vacation and the endless ancient prose became less lonely. Wen Zhijun often thought that he was probably lucky. He had Kong Xin and Kong Xin at home. Min as company, at Grandpa's house, and Wu Ping'an by his side.

Unfortunately, when he returned to that old alley in the summer vacation of the second year, Wu Ping'an was no longer there. He heard that something happened to his family and he moved out of Nanjing.

He was never heard from again after that.

"Peace..." Wen Zhijun lay on the hospital bed, looking at the childish characters on the wood carving, he couldn't help but read aloud.

More than half a year has passed since the explosion, and Wen Zhijun can already get out of bed and walk around, but his body is still very weak, and he has to stay in bed most of the time.

"He's recovering pretty well," the doctor said with a smile after the examination, "Keep it up, you'll be happy, optimistic, and uplifting, and you'll definitely recover soon."

"Don't worry, my mentality must be optimistic," Wen Zhijun watched the doctor leave with a smile, and said to the busy mother beside him, "Go back and rest too, don't keep busy."

"Then ring the bell to find a nurse if you have something to do at night." Aunt Wen gently stroked his forehead hair that slightly covered his eyes. "Your hair has grown. Shall I bring someone to cut it for you tomorrow?"

Wen Zhijun pouted and blew on his forehead hair, and smiled, "It's not too long, I think it's pretty good."

"Alas..." Aunt Wen sighed as she looked at her son's smiling face as usual. To this day, she suddenly regretted why she strongly opposed the matter between him and Kong Xin. If they had really become a couple then, now Zhijun It won't be so lonely either.

"Don't sigh," Wen Zhijun said, "Mom, we've been through so much, can't we still see it through? Life and death are up to fate, come and go as you please."

Aunt Wen stroked his hair, tucked up the quilt for him, gave him some long-winded instructions, then turned off the light and left.

There was a click of the door, and silence returned to the ward. Wen Zhijun lay quietly on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the void above his head, and sighed slightly. He would be lonely after all, how could it be so easy to bear the grievances of life and death?

After thinking too much, he lost sleepiness, Wen Zhijun carefully turned over, trying to find a more comfortable sleeping position...

Suddenly there was a slight sound from the window, and Wen Zhijun turned his head quickly. Under the moonlight, he saw that the window was slightly opened a crack. He couldn't help holding his breath, and his eyes widened in horror.

--who?He is a bedridden patient, what is there for the bad guys to covet?

A hand came in quietly, put something on the window sill, and then left quietly.

Wen Zhijun stayed there for a few minutes without turning on the light, touched the crutch beside the bed, slowly climbed out of bed, walked to the window, and saw a ten-centimeter-high wooden sculpture quietly placed on the window sill under the moonlight.

Frowning involuntarily, Wen Zhijun picked up the wood carving and found that it was a seated Buddha of Infinite Life. The material was like agarwood, but denser. The carving was very good, and it could be seen that it was an old thing.

Wen Zhijun sculpted in elementary school, and when he saw such exquisite sculptures, he fell in love with them from the bottom of his heart.

A piece of paper was exposed under the wood carving. Wen Zhijun picked it up. It was tinfoil in a cigarette box, with four words written one stroke at a time: Get well soon.

The font is very naive, as if I haven't picked up a pen for many years, but it is not difficult to see the seriousness in writing.

Wen Zhijun clenched the tinfoil tightly and looked out the dark window.

In the past few months, Wu Ping'an has not shown up once in a while, except for the occasional gadgets that appear on the window sill to indicate that he has been here in the middle of the night, sometimes it is a wood carving, sometimes it is a gourd, sometimes it is a bamboo utensil...

Wen Zhijun went to the security room to check the surveillance, but he couldn't even see a ghost.

In the middle of the night, Wen Zhijun woke up to the sound of rustling autumn rain. His ward was on the first floor, and he could hear the sound of the rain beating bamboo leaves outside. , The security in the nursing home is heavily guarded, how did Wu Pingan manage to be in a deserted place in the middle of the night?

Suddenly there was a sound from the window, and Wen Zhijun suddenly became nervous. He stared at the window tightly, only to see a hand carefully push open a crack, and put something on the window sill.

Suddenly, without knowing where the strength came from, Wen Zhijun suddenly sat up from the bed, slapped on the light, "Wu Ping'an!"

The hand outside the window quickly retracted, Wen Zhijun frowned, grabbed the crutches and walked over to open the window.

The light illuminated the drizzle outside, and the autumn wind blew in with water vapor. Wen Zhijun shuddered and raised his voice, "Wu Ping'an, I know it's you, why don't you come out? Is it fun to play like this?"

There was only the monotonous sound of rain outside the window.

Wen Zhijun stood stubbornly at the window, "It's been so long, you haven't played enough? Do you think it's fun to tease me, a sick child?"

His body was weak, and his voice was already feminine, and he looked even more fragile and pitiful in the cold wind.

After an unknown amount of time, a deep voice came from outside the window, "It's not a tease."

Wen Zhijun's eyes lit up, "What?"

"It's not teasing, I didn't tease you, you...you close the window, don't catch cold."

"Since it's not a tease, why don't you dare to show up?" Wen Zhijun's eyes flashed a sly light, but his voice became more and more pitiful, and he coughed weakly, "If you don't come out, I won't close the window."

"you!"

Wen Zhijun said sadly, "Anyway, I'm just a medicine jar. If I catch a cold, I just take a few more bottles of medicine. It doesn't matter."

"You...you idiot!" The voice outside the window was a bit annoyed, and within a few minutes, a tall man came out of the darkness and stood not far from the window, "I'm coming out, you quickly shut the door!" window!"

The moment he saw him, Wen Zhijun was stunned, and the painful memory of being kidnapped by Pan Nanhua flooded his mind, "You...you are Wu Ping'an?"

The man was suffocated, and turned his face away as if he was ashamed. The autumn rain drenched him completely, and his inch-long hair stood on end, making him look vicissitudes and desolation.

After a pause for a few seconds, he suddenly walked out and said in a panic, "I... I'm going back, you should have a good rest."

"Don't go!" Wen Zhijun raised his voice, "Wu Ping'an, don't go!"

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside, and Wen Zhijun watched in astonishment as Wu Ping'an's tall body jumped into the shadow of the corner in an instant, as agile as a vigorous lynx.

Then a flashlight shone over, and the voice of the patrolling security sounded, "Young Master Wen, are you talking? What happened?"

"It's okay," Wen Zhijun said calmly, "I'm talking to my friends, please go patrol elsewhere."

"Okay, if you have anything to do, just ask Wen Shao."

The sound of the security guard's footsteps gradually faded away, but Wu Ping'an's figure did not appear again. Wen Zhijun panicked and shouted, "Wu Ping'an, come out, I know you haven't left, come out! You... If you dare to leave, I will start Sleeping by the window all night, I will definitely catch a cold tomorrow!"

The tall figure came out from the shadows, turned his back to him, and sighed, "What are you doing?"

"I should ask you this," Wen Zhijun said calmly, "What are you giving me these things for?"

"To relieve your boredom."

"But I'm getting more and more bored."

"you……"

Wen Zhijun softened his voice, "Your appearance has changed. I didn't even recognize you when you were kidnapped."

"Your appearance hasn't changed much."

Wen Zhijun chuckled, "You're getting wet, come in and take shelter from the rain."

"No," Wu Pingan shook his head in panic, "I'm fine."

"If you don't come in, I'll keep the window open."

Wu Ping'an shook his head and smiled wryly, "You're really sure of me."

Wen Zhijun's ward is on the first floor. Wu Pingan leaned on the window sill with one hand and jumped into the room. Wen Zhijun loves cleanliness. The floor of the room is covered with a white carpet. Wu Pingan stepped on the floor and it was immediately dirty. He didn't dare to move even a single step, and stood in front of the window as if his feet had taken root.

Wen Zhijun leaned on crutches and slowly walked back to the bed, leaned on the bed and looked at him, "You knew it was me from the beginning?"

This question was nonsensical, but Wu Pingan understood. He asked whether Wu Pingan, as the bomb disposal expert he invited, participated in the kidnapping when Pan Nanhua kidnapped him.

He said embarrassingly, "I didn't know them at all. I took the job because Boss Pan paid for it."

Wen Zhijun's expression softened, "Since you're not a bad person, why don't you dare to see me?"

Wu Ping'an lowered his head like a child detained by a teacher, muttering in a low voice, "...I'm not a good person either."

Wen Zhijun chuckled, picked up the wooden calf on the bedside table, played with it unconsciously, and after a while, said softly, "But I think you're pretty good."

"...Is, is it?"

"There are so many good people in the world, but few are kind to me." Wen Zhijun looked at the word "Ping An" on the wooden base and smiled, "Although you are not a good person, you are kind to me, I know."

Wu Ping'an's ears turned red suddenly.

Wen Zhijun felt that although this man was tall and rough and older than himself, he was as simple as a child. He leaned on the bedside, admiring the cramped appearance of this man in front of him with great interest, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wu Ping'an immediately became more at a loss.

Wen Zhijun pointed to the bathroom, "You're all drenched, go take a hot shower, or you'll catch a cold easily."

Wu Pingan shook his head hastily, "No, no, I'm in good health and won't catch a cold. You...you are thin. Just now, you stood at the window and blew a cold wind. Hurry up and drink some hot water to dissipate the cold."

Wen Zhijun looked at him with a smile, for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Ping An, are you afraid of me?"

"No, no, I'm not afraid," Wu Ping'an shook his head, hesitated for a few moments, then nodded again, and said in a low voice, "No, I'm afraid...I...I...I'm a little scared."

Wen Zhijun laughed loudly, "I'm just a sick child who has been taking medicine since he was able to eat, and you are afraid of me? Hahaha, is there anyone in this world who is afraid of me?"

Wu Ping'an pursed his lips tightly, his eyes wandered, he didn't dare to look at him, and he argued stupidly, "You...you're fine..."

"I'm fine, are you still afraid of me?" Wen Zhijun curled his lips, "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"I'm afraid..." Wu Ping'an opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that came to his lips, without finishing, he raised his head suddenly, glanced at him quickly, turned around suddenly, and jumped out of the window.

Wen Zhijun was startled, "Hey, why are you..."

"Zhijun," Wu Ping'an's voice sounded outside the window, "I...I can't say it in front of you, I...I hope you are well and healthy, I'm leaving, I'll see you next time .”

Wen Zhijun rushed to the window, only to see the tall figure deftly avoiding the surveillance camera and disappearing into the rain.

Shaking his head involuntarily, "What a weirdo."