Second-rate goods

"I know you're stupid, frivolous, empty-headed, but I love you. I know your intentions, your ideals, you're snobby, vulgar, but I love you. I know you're a second-rate, but I love you."

—— Somerset Maugham, "The Veil"

1.

Li Yu, a life expert in the Qing Dynasty, wrote about the happiness of the poor: There is no other way for the poor to enjoy themselves, and there is only one way to take a step back.If I think poor, there are even more poor than me; if I think cheap, there are even more cheap than me.

Speaking of human beings, compared with worse people, being a human being will be much happier.

Han Wei couldn't be happy right now, he was panting heavily, lying in the thick snow, his butt hurt.The retainer broke, his feet were out of control, and the acceleration of gravity took him out of the way, and he fell into a sprawling dog/shit.

He couldn't stand up immediately, his right foot was in close contact with the snowboard, and the snowboard was horizontal/inserted in the snow.The upper body is wooden, but the lower body is in burning pain. The whole body feels separated, probably broken.After looking around, there was only one trace of sliding snow, which was rolled by himself.He took out his mobile phone and went outside the service area. He was afraid that God would deliberately oppose him.The cold wind beat against the top of the mountain, chilling his heart a little bit.

Han Wei is not afraid, but just feels lonely.She was even more lonely than the moment she saw Xiao Qiaoqiao walk out of Tang Yiqu's room.

The sky is sitting on the ground, only this loneliness is with him, the taste is not satisfactory, it is not good.

2.

Tang Yiqu took him to Korea to buy the first set of self-purchased ski equipment.At that time, he hadn't even skied smoothly.

"I see that if you buy such an expensive board, you may not be able to skate well. It's better to hire a good coach and get rid of your bad habits."

"Did it cost you money?" Han Wei bumped Tang Yiqu with his shoulder angrily.

"I'm trying to reason with you."

Han Wei scoffed, and rubbed his newly purchased BCR2 (release 1), a custom-made model for the season, with an all-black piano lacquer surface, reflecting the star-point diamond light, cold and noble, worthy of its price.

Judging by its appearance, even a big pro can't get rid of this superficiality.

The first flat veneer in my life was given to him by Tang Yiqu in Chamonix six years ago. It is a vulgar brand - Burton (release 2), the most common Custom model, and Wanlong ski equipment. The all-around boards rented out in the hall are the same, although Sean also played Burton when he won the championship in 17.Thanks to his talent, the master can pull out 360-degree flat flowers with a shovel.Ordinary people can only rely on magic tools, not enough technology, relying on a magic board that hangs to the sky to pretend/force, the snowboard is edge-to-edge, and comparisons are distracting.

Before the fifth snow season, Burton’s board was honorably retired. Han Wei practiced too hard. After the ski broke, he bought a Korua with white face and red bottom (release 3), and conquered Chamonix with the Italians. Four hills.

Before boarding the famous Vallée Blanche legendary snow track, something happened in China. Han Wei finished his trip, drove to Geneva, and bought the nearest flight back home.As soon as he landed, the phone and text message blasted him into fireworks like cannonballs, and the questions were nothing more than two things:

——Is Qishan really raising/funding illegally?

——Has Han Si Nong really run away?

Really, really fucking don't know anything.

Before he got close to the door of the house, someone stopped him at the exit and grabbed his arm, which seemed to mean killing him.Han Wei wore sunglasses, with a straight face, pretending that the other party had misunderstood the person, vigorously pushed the other party away, and strode towards the taxi pick-up point with his suitcase and ski bag.

The person who came was not a good stubbler, and he made full preparations to intercept him, shouted for help, and surrounded the lone skier.Han Wei was upset, smashed a hole with the suitcase, and ran away, not forgetting to slip the ski bag while running.I don't know when he ran to the underground parking lot. Han Wei was bent over, out of breath, a shadow shrouded his head, and he was forced to raise his head.

Wei Jing stared at him from top to bottom, with complicated emotions in his eyes, which seemed to be contemptuous but helpless.

"You don't want to contact me when you return home?" Wei Jing spoke first.

Han Wei ignored him, straightened up, turned to leave.

"Did Tang Yiqu contact you for such a big incident in your family?" Wei Jing asked him with a sneer, not forgiving.

People all over the country know that Qishan Group is on the cusp at this time. According to a commercial website called "Boundary", Qishan Group has no qualifications to operate wealth management products at all, but has been absorbing public funds through wealth management products, promising outrageously high returns. .Qishan Company is a red-top enterprise in the province, this kind of revelation is undoubtedly a nuclear bomb, and it is determined to explode the Shangfeng Group behind the scenes.

"Are you tired after barking so much?" Han Wei lit a cigarette and smiled back.

When he was in trouble, Wei Jing came to see how embarrassed he was, there was nothing wrong with it.The way of heaven is reincarnation, and when he was full of evil, he never thought that he would have a day when he would fall into peace.

Wei Jing looked at the indifferent man in front of him, feeling resentful in his heart, he should have left this rotten man in Altai and let the wild wolf collect his body.

Han Wei is such a scum, no matter how he dies, he will not regret it.

"Ha, it's time like this for Brother Han, how can you still be stubborn..."

"Is there anything else?" Han Wei interrupted impatiently, and wiped out the cigarette butt with his toes, "Then I'm leaving."

It's really boring for girls to be petty.

Wei Jing taunted halfway through the car, and was dumbfounded. When he recovered, Han Wei walked into the elevator.

Han Wei took off his sunglasses, and the mirror in the elevator reflected a handsome and moving face.The owner of this face was struggling in the mire, so he was extremely haggard.

3.

The real plot is completely out of line, no, it is out of line.

The mansion was sealed off, the luxury car was confiscated, and Han Wei was destitute.No, he still has a bag of expensive ski equipment, but it's useless.Han Wei lingered outside the house, pinching his chin and thinking, one thing is certain, his father really ran away, scumbag with no humanity, no real human feelings at all.

Han Wei has lived 26 years of bells and tripods ringing food, day and night, earth-shaking, Pimen Guidou.

After thinking about it, I had no choice but to knock on my mistress' door.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, the neighbor on the other side poked his head out, with his forehead full of lawsuits, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm going to die, can't I sleep at night, no one has answered the door for so long, I must not be at home..."

Before the words fell, the door suddenly opened.The neighbor was silent and retreated home.

The person inside the door was Tang Yiqu, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, lazy eyes, and messy hair.

Han Wei was stunned for two seconds, and immediately realized what was going on, and greeted Tang Yiqu's handsome face with a punch.

Tang Yiqu reacted very quickly, grinning, and jumped away sideways. Seeing Han Wei, his anger was overwhelmed.

Han Wei attacked, Tang Yiqu retreated until there was no way to retreat, no way to avoid.

"Stop!" Wang Yaxin flashed in front of Han Wei, protecting Tang Yiqu behind him.

What a fucking coward, even the concubine is protecting the adulterer/husband, Han Wei is so angry that he wants to hammer the world to pieces.

The point is, Tang Yiqu is still fucking laughing, and the meaning of the laughing is unclear.

"Han Wei, why don't you leave? Do you still have the face to stay here?" Wang Yaxin asked outrightly.

She's a green tea bitch who steals people, doesn't explain to the master, and throws her face away?

Han Wei was so angry that his seven orifices smoked.

"Xinxin," Tang Yiqu said softly, stroking Wang Yaxin's head familiarly, "Go back to the room and let me talk to him."

Wang Yaxin pursed her lips, reluctantly, but nodded shyly, and retreated to the room.

Han Wei lost his appetite watching from the sidelines, wishing to vomit all the overnight meal on the adulterer/husband/sexual/wife.

Tang Yiqu sat down on the sofa calmly, raised his legs and raised his chin, looking at Han Wei.

Han Wei knew that he must be stupid and embarrassed now.

"You're watching the fire from the other side and still not saving me." Han Wei turned his head away, avoiding Tang Yiqu's gaze.

"I set the fire, so why save it?" Tang Yiqu looked calm.