Grave Moving Brigade - Chapter 41 PT2

Chapter 41 PT2 – Wu Weiwei’s Backstory

It was the middle of the night, and Sun Peifeng couldn’t ask the driver to come out to work overtime, so he drove himself.

Wu Weiwei sat alone in the front passenger seat holding the weasel, leaving the back seat to his boss and the financial manager, as well as a napping parrot.

The car was driving smoothly, with a slight shaking feeling, like hypnosis.

Chen Ling found a comfortable position, tilted his head back, closed his eyes and rested.

Jiang Yu tilted his head to look at the young man’s profile. The moonlight penetrated the shadows of the trees, leaving a silver glow on his fair skin. Under his thick eyelashes, a narrow shadow was cast.

Chen Ling was sleeping soundly. Perhaps because his mouth was dry, he opened his lips and licked the shallow bead of his lip.

The water stains on the tip of the tongue wet the dry upper lip, leaving a wet sheen.

Jiang Yu shifted his gaze and looked straight ahead again. After a moment, he couldn’t help but return his gaze to the young man’s lips.

Wu Weiwei happened to be looking at the rearview mirror, and after noticing the man’s gaze, he moved his body curiously and finally knew what the other person was looking at.

It was not the grass and trees passing by outside the car window, nor the quietly towering buildings, but he was looking at Brother Chen.

It’s weird. People all sleep. It’s such a common thing. What’s there to explore? How can people not take an instant to watch it?

Wu Weiwei became curious, sat up straight, looked at the rearview mirror again, and his whole body was steady.

He smiled awkwardly at the eyes in the rearview mirror, “Brother Jiang, do you want some water?”

Jiang Yu: “No.”

The man’s voice was a little cold. Wu Weiwei didn’t dare to say any more nonsense. He held the weasel and faced the window, pretending to appreciate the night view.

Noticing that the already cold atmosphere had dropped a few degrees, Sun Peifeng tightened his grip on the steering wheel, calmed himself, and sped up the car a little.

There was someone on duty in the guesthouse. He heard a car drive into the yard and a staff member walked out.

Just as she was about to say hello, a young man with a bulging backpack opened the car door and gestured to her to keep quiet, “Shh.”

The staff was confused, but suddenly they saw the back door of the car being opened, and a mature man in a white shirt stepped out of the car, holding a young man horizontally in his arms. A big parrot had perched itself on the man’s empty shoulder.

The man is tall and has long legs. When he stands up with his feet on the ground, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.

Sun Peifeng whispered to Jiang Yu, “Mr. Chen has fallen asleep, so I won’t say goodbye to him. Thank you for all your hard work today. I will definitely host a banquet for you some other day.”

“I’ll pass on the message when he wakes up.” Jiang Yu dropped the words and carried the person up the stone steps of the guesthouse.

The staff then realized that the young man with his eyes closed was the one who was brought in personally by the deputy director of the base’s breeding department in the afternoon.

Thinking of the man’s low voice when he spoke just now, she couldn’t help but secretly look at his cheek, and her face immediately blushed.

Afraid of waking up the sleeping person, she said softly, “Excuse me, are you and another gentleman staying overnight together? If so, please register at the front desk first.”

Jiang Yu: “Wu Weiwei, go get another room.”

“What about you?” Wu Weiwei asked stupidly.

Jiang Yu remained calm: “I’ll spend the night with your brother Chen.”

The purple-blue parrot turned its head to look at him, its head tilted, its eyes moving back and forth between Chen Ling’s sleeping face and Jiang Yu’s cold face.

“That’s fine. Anyway, his bed is big enough for the two of you.” Wu Weiwei took out his ID card and pushed it to another staff member at the front desk.

After completing the registration, he turned back to look at Jiang Yu: “Brother Jiang, give me your ID card so I can register.”

Jiang Yu retracted his arm around Chen Ling’s upper body, letting his limp body lean against his chest, with his chin naturally resting on his neck. He then spread the young man’s legs apart and placed them on both sides of his waist, while the hand that had previously crossed the bend of his legs was now firmly supporting underneath.

He used his free hand to pull a wallet out of his trouser pocket and threw it over.

Wu Weiwei reached out to take it, but didn’t dare to look at it. He found his ID card, took it out and handed it to the staff.

After the registration was completed, he put his ID card back and returned his wallet. He took the new room card and walked into the elevator with Jiang Yu.

Chen Ling’s breathing was very light, spraying on the man’s skin one after another, occasionally rubbing his forehead a few times. He slept soundly, but not very peacefully.

“Brother Jiang, is Brother Chen okay?” Wu Weiwei was a little worried. He was sleeping too soundly.

“Too tired.” Jiang Yu pressed the back of the young man’s head with his hand.

“Brother Chen has not had a rest since he received the order from the Sun family.” Wu Weiwei said in a low voice, with complex emotions in his eyes.

His feelings towards Chen Ling were multifaceted. He sincerely regarded him as an object of study and pursuit, as well as an employer who could provide him with adequate food and salary.

In addition to these, Wu Weiwei also had a secret thought, which is to be friends with an outstanding person like Chen Ling.

The claim that he had no father or mother was true, and that he was picked up by a blind man was also true.

The blind man had no money and had difficulty taking care of himself. Life became even more difficult after we adopted him.

After growing up gradually, Wu Weiwei began to learn how to read people’s eyes, how to speak differently to different people, in order to get some alms.

He grew up eating at many different houses and learning different languages. In order to survive, he memorized his adoptive father’s fortune-telling books, whose true and false origins he did not know, and started to tell fortunes for his adoptive father, whose health was deteriorating.

In the beginning, there was indeed business coming in.

Many people were surprised that he could tell fortunes despite his young age, and they specifically sought him out for fortune-telling.

In fact, he knew that the other person didn’t really want him to tell fortunes, but just regarded him as a clown. Wu Weiwei didn’t care, as long as he paid for the fortune-telling.

Later, his adoptive father contracted tuberculosis, a disease that used to be feared, but is now easily treatable. But Wu Weiwei couldn’t afford to pay much, and after his meager savings were used up, his adoptive father refused to treat himself no matter what.

The father and son, who depended on each other for survival, had several big fights over this.

Wu Weiwei remembered that it rained heavily that day. His adoptive father was leaning on the hospital bed. His sallow face was shining. His face, which was wrinkled like dead tree bark, was full of energy. His lifeless and empty eyes became warm.

He turned over, lifted his pillow with difficulty, unzipped the pillowcase, and reached into the pillow core stuffed with buckwheat husks.

“I knew you were a prodigal son. If I hadn’t hidden the money well, you would have used this to send me to the hospital long ago.” The adoptive father was very happy. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, then nonchalantly fumbled for toilet paper and wiped his sticky palms.

Wu Weiwei remembered that he was almost crazy at the time. He paced back and forth in front of the bed angrily, wishing he could pry open his adoptive father’s head to see what was inside.

“Why did you hide the money? If you die, who will you leave it to?”

The adoptive father said, “Leave it to my son. My son is only sixteen years old. He will live a long life and have plenty of time to spend.” Thinking of something, he sighed and said, “It’s a pity that it’s still too little. I can’t guarantee that he will have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.”

Wu Weiwei’s eyes turned red and he clenched his fists and refused to cry out.

His adoptive father followed the subtle sound, turned towards Wu Weiwei’s position, and stretched out his hand towards him.

The rough and dry big hands scraped across the boy’s face and began to grope from his skull downwards, “Weiwei, Daddy is dying, the mom you haven’t met is waving at me…”

Wu Weiwei bit his lips tightly, and his tears spread out on the bed sheets.

“You’ve had a hard time these years. You didn’t go to school. At such a young age, you followed me around the streets and became a charlatan who was pointed at by others. What Dad regrets most now is that he didn’t study hard when he was young. If he had studied hard, he wouldn’t have been blinded by the ghost. If his eyes were not blind, he could have seen how handsome my son is.”

Wu Weiwei had already realized what was going to happen, and choked up and said, “Can you please stop talking?”

“No.” The adoptive father continued, “Dad knows you are a good child, but I still want to warn you. We can be a little bit miserable and poor, but we can’t cheat or deceive, and we can’t do anything that harms the world.”

Fearing that his son would go astray, he added: “If you can’t follow this advice, I won’t rest in peace in the underworld.”

Wu Weiwei burst into tears, grabbed his adoptive father’s hand and said, “I know, I will listen to you.”

The adoptive father patted his head and said, “Don’t cry. Come on, take me out to get some sun.”

The sunlight outside was gentle and warm, not dazzling, and did not burn the skin. Wu Weiwei moved the old man to a lounge chair on the narrow balcony and stood by quietly.

The sound of his adoptive father’s breathing became fainter and fainter under the golden sunlight…

In the elevator, Wu Weiwei’s eyes were red. He almost took a wrong step.

If Mr. Gao hadn’t met Chen Ling, he would have been responsible for the bloody death. Even if he died and went to hell, he would have been slapped by his father, and he might even have been so angry that he would refuse to recognize him.

During this period, Chen Ling had a great influence on him.

His calmness and decisiveness became Wu Weiwei’s inner stabilization, and he was not afraid even when faced with danger. His attitude towards money was also admirable, and he only took money for moral reasons and refused to take even a penny more.

This often made Wu Weiwei feel disgusted with himself for cheating and deceiving people to make money after his adoptive father’s death.

The elevator arrived and Wu Weiwei followed Jiang Yu out.

When he arrived at the door of his room, he hesitated and called Jiang Yu in a hoarse voice: “Brother Jiang, do you think that people standing in a muddy pit are qualified to be friends with innocent and clean people?”