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In the flickering candlelight, he was in a trance for a moment. Hearing Wu Xie's words, he hurriedly put his palms together awkwardly, closed his eyes, and made a wish very piously.

"Are you ready?" Seeing Zhang Qiling open his eyes, Wu Xie quickly clicked a few more, "Blow out the candles!"

"Let's go together." Zhang Qiling grabbed Wu Xie's arm and pulled him to his side.

"Okay..." Wu Xie stretched out his long arms and raised the phone in front of the two of them, "One, two, three, blow..."

"What wish did you just make?" Wu Xie asked while searching for a knife and a plate.

"Can you say it?"

"Uh... this... let's not talk about it, it won't work..." Wu Xie handed the knife to Zhang Qiling, and continued, "However, when you are 70 years old, you must tell me, at that time There’s nothing wrong with it.”

"You want to know that much?" Zhang Qiling took the knife, his eyes still on Wu Xie's busy figure.

"Yeah! Seeing that you don't often make wishes like this, didn't you just say that scorpions are not superstitious or predestined, they only believe in themselves." Wu Xie conjured a bottle of red wine from nowhere and was trying to find it. corkscrew.

"how about you?"

"What about me? Make a wish? I don't often make a wish. Little fish usually live a free life and have nothing to ask for." Wu Xie finally found the bottle opener, and said to the motionless Zhang Qiling, "Why don't you cut it? Here I cut it into big pieces, I didn't eat much at night...Let me tell you, this cake tastes really good, it was made by a classmate of mine who was a pastry chef in Yuanzu..."

"Then what about this unicorn?" Zhang Qiling held a knife and gestured at the mythical beast on the cake.

"It's also made by him... so stupid, I described it to him countless times, and he practiced on the template dozens of times, but it still looks like this..." Wu Xie has already opened the red wine , while pouring wine into the glass, he continued, "But this one is fine, the ones before are as fat as pigs, and the thin ones are like donkeys..."

Zhang Qiling smiled without saying a word, cut off the whole unicorn, put it on a plate, and handed it to Wu Xie: "Eat it."

Wu Xie looked at the big piece on the plate, but didn't pick it up. Instead, he looked all the way up and stopped on Zhang Qiling's chest, with an ambiguous expression: "I'll eat the real thing later, let the birthday guy eat this piece."

Zhang Qiling took back the plate, scooped up a large piece according to Qilin's puffy chest, and stretched it to Wu Xie's mouth: "I'll talk about it later, eat this first."

Wu Xie was caught off guard, ate the cake reflexively, swallowed it several times, picked up the spoon on the table, scooped Qilin's raised buttocks and handed it to Zhang Qiling's mouth, and said with a smile: "Here, you favorite."

The two finished eating the cake one bite at a time. Wu Xie picked up the red wine on the table and toasted Zhang Qiling: "Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Wu Xie put down the wine glass, pouted at the small box next to the glass, and said, "See if you like it."

"What?" Zhang Qiling picked up the box and slowly opened the lid.

A men's watch lies quietly in the box. The moment the box is opened, the candlelight reflects a dazzling arc on its sapphire crystal mirror.

"Audemars Piguet?" Zhang Qiling was surprised.

"That's right!" Wu Xie took out his watch, untied the black crocodile leather strap, and signaled Zhang Qiling to raise his wrist, "I really liked this watch when I first saw it, and I thought it was perfect for you... How about it? Like it?"

"I like it." Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie's wrist carefully, holding his wrist, "Where's yours?"

"It's sold." Wu Xie said disapprovingly.

"Sold?" Zhang Qiling lowered his wrist and looked at Wu Xie.

"That's right! I don't wear it often, and I'm afraid of being bumped."

"Who did you sell it to?" Zhang Qiling continued to ask.

"A friend who wastes money on luxury goods." Wu Xie said with a smile while playing with the watch box in his hand, "In the past, my father, my second uncle and my third uncle would often give me things that others gave them, and I didn't need them." , I asked him to sell it. Then..."

"Then...pick up girls?" Zhang Qiling interjected.

Wu Xie froze for a moment, then laughed immediately: "That's right!"

"That's a big enough pen." Zhang Qiling looked at the watch in his hand, and then looked around.

"It's hard to buy a smile from a beautiful woman..." Wu Xie smiled, threw herself forward, rolled back with Zhang Qiling in her arms, and rolled onto the sofa in the corner, "Come on, give me a smile!"

Zhang Qiling fell first, and Wu Xie immediately jumped up, supporting the back of the sofa with one arm, and hooked his index finger with the other hand to lift Qiling's chin.

What Wu Xie didn't expect was that Zhang Qiling actually raised his head in response to his movement, a pair of deep eyes fixed Wu Xie's gaze firmly, the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit, and slowly spit out One sentence: "I laughed for you, do you want to drink with me?"

"Fuck!"

Like being struck by lightning, a tingling numbness rushed from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, and then rushed from the soles of the feet to somewhere...

What the hell!Can these flamboyant suit pants not be so slim?

Wu Xie quickly jumped off the sofa, picked up the wine bottle and glass on the table and stuffed them into Zhang Qiling's hands, then turned around and sat down on the other side of the sofa, pretentiously holding up the hem of his suit, leaning back on the back of the sofa Raising Erlang's legs, he shouted imposingly: "Give me a full blow!"

Zhang Qiling filled the wine glass with a smile, turned around and handed it to Wu Xie: "Have you prepared it long ago?"

"No, I originally planned to have a meal with you after work. I reserved a private room in the Yuejiang Building, but who would have thought that Uncle Da Kui would be ill at this time... Director Li, who is in charge of moral education, is notoriously grumpy. I knew that tonight would definitely not be early..." Wu Xie touched the wine glass Zhang Qiling raised, drank half of it, and then said, "...After the meeting, have you gone to a lawsuit over alcohol? In this case, I I might as well come to your office..."

"How did you know today?"

"I went to the bureau to check. Although you don't have a file, you still have the information..." As he spoke, Wu Xie thought of something and felt startled. He quickly bounced off the back of the sofa and looked sideways at Zhang Qiling , "No way...the date is wrong?"

"That's right, it's this day." Zhang Qiling also turned his head and gave Wu Xie a comforting smile.

"Phew...you scared me to death! Don't mess with it for a long time, it's not your birthday, it's a big mess!" Wu Xie lay back on the back of the sofa again.

"But this day is not only the day when I was born, it is also the day when my grandfather was buried."

"What!" Wu Xie bounced up again in shock, and almost fell to the ground due to too much force.

"So I've never had a birthday." Zhang Qiling turned his whole body around, facing Wu Xie, "Today is the first time."

"..."

"what……"

"Uh……"

"That……"

For a long time, apart from uttering some meaningless syllables, Wu Xie really didn't know how to express his extreme shock at this moment.

"So...so...your mother named you...named you..."

"Yes, my first cry sounded almost at the same time as my grandfather's coffin was raised..."

"Ah...why...why...how could such a coincidence happen?" Wu Xie felt quite incredible.

"Yeah...how could it be such a coincidence..." Zhang Qiling took another sip of wine, "Besides, I do look like my grandpa...maybe my grandpa forgave my mother in this way and accepted Me, but my mother has never been able to get peace of mind, she always thinks that she killed grandpa."

It's about family affairs, no matter how much right and wrong and grievances there are, there is no room for others to comment. Even Zhang Qiling just told Wu Xie a story comparable to the eight o'clock file in a smooth tone.

"My grandfather's family was in the Yangtze River shipping business in the old society. He stayed abroad when he was young. He was exposed to communism in Europe. He was progressive in thinking and a righteous person. When he returned to China to take over the family business, it happened to be in troubled times. He was introduced by someone and had a good relationship with the Communist Party of China. After some contacts, they were gradually moved by their beliefs and became pro-communists. During the period of tense relations between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, they used the convenience of the Yangtze River Shipping Service to help some of their key members to transfer safely. After the founding of New China, the Yangtze River Ship The business was also gradually nationalized from a public-private partnership. Although he refused to go to the CPPCC, the government did not treat him badly. He still retained his family’s private property and some other properties in Jiumen because of his contribution to the GCD during his GM period. In the great catastrophe that swept across the country, there are probably only a handful of people in the country who can shut their doors and survive alone."

At this point, Wu Xie finally couldn't help but interject: "Your grandfather's family is... Jiumen Cheng's family?"

"Ah."

"It is said that before liberation, eight out of ten boats on the Yangtze River belonged to Jiumen Cheng's family?"

"probably."

"Then Cheng Molin is you..."

"uncle."

Uncle Cheng Molin, the chief designer of the Three Gorges Project, and grandfather Cheng Xun, one of the best national capitalists in old China—the family background of this boring carrot is not as prominent as usual!

Seeing that Wu Xie opened his mouth wider and wider in shock, and finally couldn't close it, Zhang Qiling smiled: "It's nothing, I haven't seen this uncle much, and now he probably won't recognize me."

"Then...then...then your mother...mother...mother's name?"

Big name?

Zhang Qiling's smile deepened a bit: "Cheng Mofei."

It's okay, I haven't heard of it, otherwise it would be too Alexander to come to ask for marriage in the future! !

"When the catastrophe came, my mother was five years old and my uncle was ten years old. Although HWB didn't dare to break into my grandpa's house to make trouble, they could no longer go to school. So my grandpa and grandma taught them at home until The college entrance examination was resumed 11 years later, and my mother and uncle were not surprised to get high marks. The day after the results came out, my grandfather went out early in the morning. In exchange, my uncle and mother went abroad and traveled across the ocean to study on the other side of the ocean... My uncle majored in water conservancy engineering, but my mother chose education."

There are too many legends scattered among the people in the Cheng family of Jiumen.

A fishing boat sets off, facing north and worshiping,

Sacrifice your life to heaven and earth,

Finally, he showed his true qualities as a hero in the ups and downs of the waves washing the sand for several years.

This ladle of water, this scoop of soil,

There is as much love as there is deep awe;

There is as much love as there is deep gratitude.

Even if she was once devastated and scorched;

Even if she is still waiting for prosperity, people's livelihood is dying.

but,

The water is still the ladle of water,

The soil is still the soil,

Home is still that home,

The country is still that country.

And the heart,

Still the same heart.

Wu Xie has heard of Cheng Molin's resume more or less - ten years of study tours in many countries, ten years of field trips in the water and ashore, and finally he used the power of the whole country to accomplish this great project that benefits the present and will last forever.

"After graduating from university, my mother returned to Jiumen to become a teacher. She didn't receive a day of school education in China, but she devoted all she had learned within the walls of the courtyard she dreamed of when she was a child."

"You...you...our mother...really...really...?" Wu Xie tightly clenched the empty cup in his hand, the shock in his heart was beyond words.

"A strange woman. In fact, my mother and uncle did not become withdrawn and negative because of their childhood experiences. It was largely due to my grandfather's words and deeds. I think it may be based on this that my mother chose education as her lifelong career. Occupation." Zhang Qiling picked up the wine bottle and filled his glass, and seeing Wu Xie also brought the glass over, he also filled his glass with a smile, "Is the red wine okay?"

"It's okay." Wu Xie took another big sip, "Such a nice person... If you are like your mother... then your mother must be a great beauty, how could your father..."

"When they met, my father was already married and had children."

"Then he still came to provoke your mother!" Wu Xie was very angry.

"A political marriage is dictated by interests. He may not have cared about it when he was young, or cared a lot, but when he found out what he cared about the most, he couldn't get out of it, and he hasn't been able to divorce the marriage until now. When my mother was sure that my father could not do what he promised, she resolutely decided to leave him, even though she knew she was pregnant at that time." Zhang Qiling smiled when he said this, "Maybe, it is because of me, She finally made up her mind to separate from my father."

"What about your father? He left? Returned to the United States? Oh, yes... What did your father do at Jiumen at that time?"

"Wu Xie, do you know the Nine Gates?" Zhang Qiling suddenly asked a very inexplicable question.

But after Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, he actually understood. He nodded: "I know, this is the companion capital, the place where the dragon dived back then."

"My grandfather was sent abroad with others on the eve of the founding of the People's Republic of China. He took a large amount of gold and elites and scattered them all over the world. The purpose was to raise a lot of funds for the new China in the future. By the time of reform and opening up, the Zhang family had already established a huge Overseas business empire. In [-], the central government prepared to set up a special economic zone. It was clear that Shenzhen was the center of the South China Sea. The catastrophe, the national finances are only enough to support the development of a special zone, and the Yangtze River line is secretly supported by funds from overseas consortiums scattered at that time, and in order not to be too public, most of the work is on infrastructure construction and long-term planning. When the time is right , within a few years, the entire line will be rolled out, and now, the Yangtze River line has approached or even surpassed the South China Sea. And my father..."

Having said that, Zhang Qiling didn't continue. Even though there were many details left unexplained, Wu Xie was able to figure out the general outline of the story and guessed who Zhang Qiling's grandfather was.

Although Wu Xie's nerves are relatively strong, he still felt the sadness of unpredictable fate and the humbleness and nobility of life from Zhang Qiling's calm tone. He gulped down the wine in his glass, and then said Breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Qiling also slowly raised his wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

The love-hate entanglement of the previous generation, which is right and which is wrong, except for the person involved, others have nothing but a sigh, but Wu Xie still can't let go of it, because in this story there is his true love, and there is something he has never expected The beginning of life and the past of life that was never blessed.

Heartbroken so hard that he couldn't breathe, Wu Xie clenched his fist against his heart for a long time...

After a long time, he slowly put away the cups in their hands, got up and put the cup on the desk, and when he turned around again, he leaned against the edge of the desk and stared at Zhang Qiling intently...

Zhang Qiling also stared at him intently, watching him slowly open his arms and reach out to him until he hugged him tightly.

"That... the past is over, from now on... can I celebrate your birthday? Every year, every year..." Wu Xie lightly rubbed Zhang Qiling's cheek, "Every year, every year... …OK?"

Zhang Qiling also hugged Wu Xie tightly, and buried his whole face deeply into his shoulder. After an unknown amount of time, there was a muffled, trembling "Okay".

"Also... I can't call you 'Qi Ling' in the future, we have to respect our grandfather, right! I can't call you 'Zhang Qi Ling' either, it sounds strange, so what is it called..." Wu Xie said lightly Gently stroking Zhang Qiling's back, while talking about something, "Hey... by the way, what does our mother usually call you?" Seeing that Zhang Qiling didn't speak, Wu Xie continued to be poor, "Lingling? Or... Xiaoling? "Feeling Zhang Qiling's waist slowly tightening, Wu Xie continued to court death, "Oh... Xiaoling can't... that's our son's name... Oops... Itchy..."

"Wu Xie..."

"Ok?"

"Today I will give birth to your son."

"What?" Wu Xie lay on Zhang Qiling's shoulder in a daze for a long while, then thought about it, and stared at Zhang Qiling with wide eyes, "You mean...you mean...yes...yes... ..."

"Are you coming or not?" Seeing that Wu Xie was still in a daze, Zhang Qiling smiled, got up and loosened his tie while walking inside.

It wasn't until Zhang Qiling entered the room that Wu Xie came back to his senses. He jumped up from the sofa, stood up, rubbed his hands and turned around in place several times, but couldn't find the north. He wandered to the door and suddenly remembered something. He rushed to the small table, copied the unfinished cake on it, and walked into the room.