Little Madman’s Guide to Acting Good

    It was pouring rain and traffic was passing.

    The silent carriage was broken by a bell, which stopped and rang again.

    There was only one person sitting in the slightly empty back seat. The man was dressed in white trousers, and his posture was casual. His arms were white and faint with blue veins under his sleeves, and he looked at the screen of his private mobile phone with cool eyes. The name on it, but there is no emotion in his eyes.

    The man's face already has traces of time, but the natural bones still allow him to maintain the good skin of his youth.

    Finally when the bell rang for the fourth time, the call was connected.

    The man pressed the speaker and dropped the phone on the seat next to him.

    Once connected, the violent and vulgar swearing on the phone is very penetrating, especially in the quiet car.

    "Chen Qizhao, you have a kind, you hide it deep enough, you are not afraid of short life when you are such a yin person..."

    The scolding continued, and the tone on the other end of the phone became more and more impatient: "Oh yes, it's not that your life is short, it's your life that is hard, your father died of a serious illness, and your mother followed shortly after. Even your eldest brother committed suicide in front of you, and the Chen family was killed by you, so why are you living as a waste?"

    The chattering and swearing continued, and the person on the other end of the phone was venting her emotions, which was extremely unpleasant.

    It happened to be a red light, and the driver looked at the rear-view mirror without raising his eyes, and saw the man in the back seat with a stern face as always.

    The man said: "Limber, gentlemen don't scold."

    He smiled and said hello in a sincere tone: "Is it raining over there? Have you brought an umbrella?"

    The reason on the other end of the phone is unknown, and then he scolded: "Bring a fart umbrella, Chen Qizhao, are you crazy enough!"

    "It's raining here. It's raining heavily."

    Chen Qizhao looked sideways at the majestic torrential rain outside the window, his voice had no emotion: "It also rained on the day my eldest brother died."

    The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, before waiting for him to speak, Chen Qizhao then said—

    "A rainy day is a good day."

    Chen Qizhao seemed to sigh: "It's a good day to sit in prison."

    He laughed suddenly, and the topic changed: "I heard that Uncle Lin's birthday is next week. The junior has nothing to give, so let's send a congratulatory message."

    "I wish you a long life and a life sentence—"

    The scolding on the other end of the phone disappeared after a while, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror, Chen Qizhao voluntarily hung up the call, as if the swearing of the other party just happened nothing happened, it did not affect his mood at all .

    The car soon turned at a certain intersection and entered the deserted suburbs.

    It was raining heavily, and the driver hurried out of the driver's seat, opened the door and held an umbrella.

    Chen Qizhao handed him a cigarette and said, "Wait for me outside."

    The driver took it respectfully, watching the person in front of him walk into the rain curtain with an umbrella, step by step into the mountain tombs.

    The cemetery was quiet, and Chen Qizhao stopped.

    "No flowers." Chen Qizhao looked at the three tombstones in front of him calmly, "Lin Shizhong is not saved, his accounts are very dirty, and he can only spend the rest of his life in prison. It's a pity that you didn't see it with your own eyes, do you think you died earlier?"

    No response, only the whistling of the wind.

    Chen Qizhao didn't care, he lit a cigarette and stood in front of the monument: "I bought a piece of land and chose to be next to you at my own discretion, and I don't know if you have reserved a place for me after I go down. "

     "Forget it, it doesn't matter if you keep it or not, so you don't get mad at me again."

    Chen Qizhao smoked a cigarette quietly, and wanted to see the photo on the tombstone through the rain curtain, until Chen Shiming's face came into his eyes, he suddenly saw many years ago from the rain curtain in the sky of a rainy day.

    Big brother Chen Shiming also died in such a rainy day.

    The day chosen was very good, it was the same day as the mother died.

    Chen's family went bankrupt, his parents died one after another, and finally the eldest brother committed suicide. After many years, Chen Qizhao still remembers when he stepped into his eldest brother's residence, saw his relatives sleeping peacefully on the sofa, and only heard the tick of rain outside the window.

    The sound of the rain at that time was a little quieter, not as good as it is now, and even the sound could not be heard clearly.

    Some people are right, all the Chen family are dead, and in the end he is the only one left.

    "I've sent everything that should be sent to prison, and I've paid off the Chen family's debt." Chen Qizhao grinned and sat down beside Chen Shiming's tombstone. Self-deprecating: "It's been a little bit of hard work for the past ten years. It's best to leave me a position."

    There was only whistling in the wind and rain, and the night shrouded the entire cemetery, and a few lonely lamps seemed to light up in the swaying rain curtain.

    The rain poured on the face, and the cold gradually eroded the limbs.

    Chen Qizhao closed his eyes.

    -*

    The lights are feasting, the lights flicker with a subtle rhythm, and the loud sounds come and go.

    The silence receded like a tide, and the next moment came a piercing sound.

    Chen Qizhao was woken up by the sound, and the coldness of the rain and the heat of the alcohol were repeatedly wrapped in the muddle, making his mind chaotic. He seems to be sitting and falling asleep in the cemetery... The rain is so heavy, shouldn't he give himself a fever?

    It's so noisy, who's talking?

    “It’s hard to say about volunteering for the college entrance examination…”

    "I'm in charge of volunteering now, I don't know what else I'll be in charge of in the future."

    "However, Xiao Zhao does feel a little bit of a crisis. The things in your family can't be handed over to your eldest brother in the future, right?"

    …the college entrance examination? volunteer?

    Chen Qizhao suddenly opened his eyes.

    The lights are extremely dazzling, noisy sounds come from all directions, and a huge amount of information is mixed in between. The needle-like headache pulled back his chaotic thoughts. Chen Qizhao looked at the unfamiliar scene in front of him, and swept the people around him with scrutiny, familiar or unfamiliar looks immature and young.

    Where is this?

    Isn't he in a suburban cemetery?

    Bar? You won't be sent to such a place if you are sent to the doctor in the rain and fever.

    The aroma of him is out of tune with such a scene.

    Seeing that Chen Qizhao didn't answer, the boy in white asked: "What do you think about Qizhao? Volunteering is one thing, do you have other ideas for the future?"

    Chen Qizhao did not speak.

    What do you think?

    "It's about volunteering, how can it be related to other things."

     "Brother Qin, didn't this give him an idea?"

    "Yeah, since Qi Zhao told us about it, we can't just sit back and watch it, right?"

     "Brother Xingfeng is right, you are not on good terms with your elder brother, and he usually seldom cares about you. At this time, he suddenly intervenes before you fill out your application and persuades you to study finance or management. Professional, don't you think it's a little strange?"

      After making enough money, in the end, Qi Zhao was still suppressed by him."

    Noticing the details in other people's words, he pieced together a strange yet familiar name.

    Qin Xingfeng...Chen Qizhao hasn't heard this name for about eight years.

    The last time I heard this name was when Qin Xingfeng’s financial crime was reported in the media. In a sense, Qin Xingfeng in his early years was indeed one of his "good friends", the kind of good friends who killed him.

    College entrance examination volunteers, bars, Qin Xingfeng... That should have happened 17 years ago, when he was 18 years old.

    He is dreaming...?

    Chen Qizhao thought that he might be confused because of the rain. He lowered his head and saw various beers on the deck in front of him. In the chaotic light, he could see the English logo on the glass bottle.

    The degree of beer is not high.

    It was something he could drink when he was eighteen.

      .

    Only later, he couldn't drink anymore.

    Because of drinking blood, I have a problem.

    At the age of 18, the bar booth still has a certain sense of age, the lighting is dazzling, the privacy between the booths is not strong, and the beer bottle is still in the old packaging. The more I looked at it, the more I could find that these scenes and the surrounding sounds became more and more real, like a ridiculous dream, which really brought him back to the absurd years when he was 18 years old.

    Chen Qizhao's eyes rolled mechanically, and finally looked at the glass bottle on the table.

    The surrounding voices were so loud that they were babbling over and over again.

    Qin Xingfeng looked at Chen Qizhao opposite, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, but soon returned to his humble and gentle appearance, his voice was gentle: "It's not that complicated, College majors can learn theoretical knowledge, which will be much more convenient after entering the industry. But Qi Zhao, if you want to think about your future, you really have to do some preparations... If you really do things under your elder brother's hands, you may be restricted everywhere. ."

    The people around also agree with Qin Xingfeng's analysis.

    "It's not that exaggerated, right? They're brothers, aren't they so cruel?"

    "...brothers also have time to settle accounts."

    "Who knows what's going on in your eldest brother's mind? You see that he is so ruthless with his opponents in the business field. If he really wants to deal with you, you have to be careful..."

    The DJ in the venue changed the song, and the restless music became more lively.

    Qin Xingfeng looked at Chen Qizhao, from the beginning, Chen Qizhao had not spoken. He was about to say a few more words when he suddenly saw Chen Qizhao on the opposite side looking at him. There was no emotion in his eyes, and he only saw him holding the wine glass in front of him.

    "Are you finished?" Chen Qizhao asked.

    Qin Xingfeng was stunned, "What?"

    Chen Qizhao didn't speak, just raised the cup towards him.

    Qin Xingfeng felt inexplicable, but still picked up the glass to clink with him, "Xiao Zhao, what I just said..."

    pop—

      On him, the beer ran down the countertop.

    The surroundings quieted down in an instant, and everyone looked at Chen Qizhao in astonishment, especially Qin Xingfeng.

    Qin Xingfeng forgot his movements for a while, and just held up his wine glass in a daze.

    The waiter next to him hurried over and stopped for a while when he saw this scene.

      Just come together, sharp and infiltrating in such atmospheric light.

    "Not a fever...?" Chen Qizhao murmured in a low voice.

    He turned his eyes slightly, the blood on his arms stayed for a moment, and then quickly turned his eyes to the white-lined boy opposite, and said coldly: "Are you not injured?"

    "No...nothing." Qin Xingfeng had lingering fears, and his inexplicable sense of guilt gradually climbed.

    Seeing the two waiters coming over, Chen Qizhao looked away, it seemed a pity.

    He looked at the waiter: "Hello, please take down the medical gauze and iodine."

    "Okay, just a minute."

    The waiter was stunned, then turned his head to get the medicine box.

    Other people in the booth were about to speak when they saw this, when Chen Qizhao, who had explained to the waiter, suddenly turned his eyes to them, "I drank a little too much, and my hands slipped."

    Several boys sighed in relief after hearing this, and immediately reacted.

    "This scares people to death, do you want to deal with the glass on your body? And hands, have they been scratched?"

    "Are you okay? You won't be dizzy now, will you?"

    Chen Qizhao said again: "Sober up."

    The waiter quickly brought the medicine box and cleaned up the messy spot. The liveliness of the bar was not disrupted by this little episode. Chen Qizhao dealt with the wound on his hand expressionlessly, and the tingling sensation of alcohol disinfection reminded him of the authenticity of this absurd scene.

    This is not a dream, he really returned to the age of 18, the age when nothing happened.

    He looked around for a week, and finally stopped on Qin Xingfeng, and said in a natural tone: "Brother Xingfeng, where did you just say? Drinking too much is confusing, and I didn't hear it clearly."

    Qin Xingfeng was a little surprised, although the episode just now made him linger, but Chen Qizhao's good attitude after sobering up made him relax again, he continued: "I myself started when I was in college. Not to mention the importance of experience and experience in starting a business. I just suggest that if you want to have a better right to speak, you can try to accumulate capital and experience yourself.”

    "How does this stack up?"

    “Brother Xingfeng has two tricks?”

    "Entrepreneurship is not theoretical knowledge. If you are interested, I have a friend who has a research project in artificial intelligence. The prospects are very good, and he is attracting investment everywhere." , looked at Chen Qizhao with friendly eyes: "If you want to try your own business, you can consider investing in your own waters. Our company has evaluated this project, and it won't make a big profit or lose money, so I don't know if you are interested. ?"

    "It's not bad to invest by yourself. Didn't someone invest in a college student project last time and still make a lot of money?"

    "This is also a good choice. He will have his own achievements in due time. If he really wants to join the group, he will not be pressed too hard."

    "Even if you don't get in, more capital will give you more confidence."

    Chen Qizhao looked at the funny and interesting analysis of pros and cons in front of him, his heart was very calm, and he even recalled the long-lost past.

    When he was young, he was not on good terms with his elder brother Chen Shiming.

    Qin Xingfeng is one of them.

    This person is young and promising in front of outsiders. He left the family in his twenties and succeeded in starting a business. Coupled with his gentle and good temper, he is very popular in their circle. When Chen Qizhao and his eldest brother Chen Shiming were unhappy because of their voluntary affairs, Qin Xingfeng led an ordinary family matter into Chen Shiming's intentional act in a few words, fanning the flames on the grounds that entering the group would be suppressed by Chen Shiming.

    Qin Xingfeng is also very smart. He said that it was a suggestion, but he was actually taking advantage of his power to seek personal gain. When I was young, I didn't have any theoretical knowledge, how could I understand so many details of entrepreneurship, and was quickly deceived by Qin Xingfeng's rhetoric, saying that it was cooperation, but in fact it was just sending money to Qin Xingfeng. It's okay to send money, and let Qin Xingfeng rely on the big tree of the Chen Group because of this matter, and he doesn't know how much convenience he has made in private.

    When Chen's capital chain was in crisis, when he remembered this project, he realized that his cooperation with Qin Xingfeng was a joke. empty shell.

    Chen Qizhao looked at the others, "Is there a cigarette?"

    The person next to him ignited a cigarette with ease.

    But Chen Qizhao doesn't seem to have any plans to smoke.

    Qin Xingfeng looked at him, feeling a kind of pressure inexplicably.

    "Okay, Brother Xingfeng, show me the project if you have time." Chen Qizhao continued, "It's just that I don't understand, I have to rely on you for some things. help."

    Qin Xingfeng was relieved when he saw his behavior, but it was just an appearance.

    Being like an old river and lake, in fact, I can't hold cigarettes well. He knew Chen Qizhao, the Chen family's family education was good, and seeing Chen Qizhao drinking tonight, he knew that this person had never touched alcohol before, let alone smoked.

    "Then I'll tell you more about it later." Qin Xingfeng talked about some business matters. After chatting for about ten minutes, he looked at the time, got up and said, "I'll take a moment. There is still something to go back to the company, you drink less alcohol, and remember to call a driver on the way back."

    "Don't worry, Brother Xingfeng."

    "You go first."

    Qin Xingfeng left soon.

    "Xingfeng is a good guy."

    "Yeah, I almost had a problem with my investment last time. Fortunately, I asked him more."

    "Qi Zhao, we all know the character of Brother Xingfeng, and this person can be trusted."

    "Really?" Chen Qizhao raised his eyelids slightly, "He's quite handsome and has a nice face."

    The superficial characters are well done, the rhetoric is good, and the investment is a pity.

      "

    Chen Qizhao ignored them. He skillfully lit the ashtray with his hand, letting the spark burn back a little.

    "Chen Qizhao."

    Suddenly, a familiar and young voice sounded behind Chen Qizhao.

    Chen Qizhao was stunned for a moment, then turned back suddenly—

    In the aisle behind the booth, Chen Shiming in a suit and leather shoes stood like that, his stern face covered with a layer of frost.

    The eyes of the two collided, and after a while, Chen Shiming's eyes moved from his face to his hand holding the cigarette.