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    Chapter 5 Those lost youth

    On the train, heading from Zhengzhou to Hangzhou.  Car No. 6, No. 46-49, facing the window, there are three young people sitting in a row of three seats who are obviously out of tune with the surroundings. To say they are out of place is obviously an exaggeration. The three of them exude different auras, and their eyes are close to the window.  The one looking directly at the scenery outside the window is obviously the most normal one. He has a restrained aura, long flowing hair covering his eyebrows, and a pair of golden eyes. He is still wearing a tight black jacket. From time to time, he picks up the Master Kong mineral water on the table and drinks it.  One mouthful gave people a feminine feeling. At this time, he had withdrawn his gaze and continued to sit upright and read the all-English version of the book in his hand. There was only one line of Chinese in the whole book, and it was a reduced version, "Microeconomics", held in his left hand.  While reading the book, his right hand kept making circles on the paper with the ballpoint pen in his hand, as well as the excerpt of the book on the table, and from time to time he wrote down his feelings and opinions while reading.  The entire book is densely packed with English and is interspersed with red underlines, as well as comments below.  He is immersed in reading, and the first impression is that he is not a bookworm. Anyone will take a few more glances at a man holding the English version of "Microeconomics" in his hand.  However, the young man didn't seem to notice the strange looks around him. He was still making circles, turning pages from time to time, and copying excerpts.  Busy as I was, I finished reading the last page, closed the book, picked up the mineral water on the table and took a deep sip, then put the "Microeconomics" on the table into my backpack, and then took it out of my bag.  He took out a book of "Das Kapital" and opened the pages. It was no longer all in English like the one just now. Fortunately, it was a Chinese version. Everyone who had been looking at the young man finally let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately,  You can understand what this book is.  There are still the same circles, underlines, and comments as before, even worse than before.  Everyone around looked ashamed. This young man was so eager to learn.

    Undoubtedly, the person who has been immersed in studying is Zhao Zhiyuan, who is going to Zhejiang University to study. When the journey is boring, he takes out the books he carries with him and starts over again, reviewing the past and learning the new. Every time he reads it, he will have different insights and experiences.  Harvest, so carrying books and handwritten notebooks with him is a habit that Zhao Zhiyuan has always maintained. Whether he takes the wrong approach or is diligent in making up for his shortcomings, in short, what he gains is his own.

    Next to Zhao Zhiyuan is Zhao Sanjin. Like Zhao Zhiyuan, he is holding a thick book in his hand and turning the pages. However, unlike Zhao Zhiyuan, he does not circle dots on the paper or casually.  His habit of copying by hand, and his C+ programming skills put people around him to shame. As a genius, Zhao Sanjin was more proud than Zhao Zhiyuan. His photographic memory, and his understanding of computers made Zhao Zhiyuan even more proud.  I admired it endlessly, so Zhao Sanjin always only read and never wrote because he didn't need it.

    As expected, the person looking for Sanjin next to him was Zhang DaDa, who was also the only one who was more out of tune with the other two. He was holding the latest iPhone 4s in his hand, playing with it non-stop. When he got excited, Da  After shouting twice, there was an Apple iPad 2 and an Apple computer on the table. He was clearly a rich second generation. He had never been interested in reading and had no intention of pretending to be a cultural person. He felt that he was doing well as he was now.  Brothers are together and having fun, which is very satisfying. He has always been an easy-to-satisfy person. He has long given his conscience to his parents and brothers beside him, so he seems to be heartless most of the time.

    After about half an hour, Zhao Zhiyuan put in the bookmark, closed the "Das Kapital" in his hand, stood up, took out a pack of Hongqiqu and signaled to go to the smoking area, and the three of them got up and walked towards the door.

    The three of them squatted down, crowded at the door of the train, and formed a circle. Zhao Zhiyuan handed one to each person, then took out a match, lit it, and took a deep puff. Suddenly, the carriage was filled with smoke, just like in Journey to the West.  There must be something evil here. The three of them were silent at first, and then Zhang DaDa couldn't help but speak up. He deliberately lowered his voice and asked Zhao Zhiyuan: "Heizi, why did you give up the search at the last minute? You know,  Based on the background of your family and mine, it¡¯s possible that the final murderer can¡¯t be found?¡±

    Zhang boldly spoke to Zhao Zhiyuan with obvious suppressed anger, but this anger was not directed at Zhao Zhiyuan, but more towards the ma6 owner who had made a mistake. For Zhao Zhiyuan, he only had awe and a bit of gratitude.  , had Zhao Zhiyuan not pushed the drunken three people away at the last moment, how could they have hit him?  Several people understand Zhao Zhiyuan's painstaking efforts more or less in their hearts. They are just brothers. They can just keep some words in their hearts without saying them out. They are two brothers in the same life, not to mention that they can give each other their backs at any time.  The dead brothers, more or less, feel guilty towards Zhao Zhiyuan in their hearts.

    Zhao Zhiyuan did not respond when he heard Zhang Bingdao's question. He just looked up at the sky separated by a thick layer of glass, took a long puff of cigarette, turned his head and looked at him solemnly, and said softly: "Bold, no  I am afraid of things, but for some things, I have to know when to stop. We have agreed that we will rely on our own strength to create a sky that belongs to us in Zhejiang? That is at home, like??What about in Zhejiang?  Someone is plotting against us, so we have to rely on our family background?  "

    After saying that, Zhao Zhiyuan pointed to the blue sky outside the window, stretched out his hands to form an irregular rectangle, and murmured: "Bold, Sanjin, the sky you see now is only based on what the family has given you, without the family."  What else is left under the shelter of me? Since we have beautiful mountains and rivers in our hearts, why can¡¯t we have picturesque mountains and rivers? Accompany me and create a big world for our brothers. Even if this bastard society tramples us into a puddle of mud,  We also want to make a dog¡¯s tail flower.¡±

    After saying this, Zhao Zhiyuan was obviously a little tired. He took a last puff of cigarette, put the cigarette butt into the ashtray, turned around and returned to his seat, leaving San Jin and Da Bing with thoughtful expressions on their faces. The two of them had obviously not learned from Zhao Zhiyuan's words.  He woke up from his words and kept thinking about the meaning of Zhao Zhiyuan's words. One of the two people is a genius, and the other is a family whose power is at its peak. Compared with Zhao Zhiyuan, who was trained by the old lady of the Zhao family and sent to society since he was a child,  The difference is more about social survival rules and experience in dealing with people.  The two of them stayed behind to finish their cigarettes and then returned to their seats. Zhao Zhiyuan was still reading the book "Das Kapital", while Zhao Sanjin changed his book to "Java Programming", and Zhang Bingdao continued to play with his Apple computer, but every time  Everyone was obviously distracted, with their own thoughts in mind.

    The thoughts of the three people simultaneously drifted to the Zhengzhou Provincial People's Hospital and Emergency Center a month ago.  There are a dazzling array of cars parked in front of the hospital, including Maserati, Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bentley, as well as many government vehicles, public security bureaus, courts, and even a few military warriors.  What's surprising is that there are no reporters. Everyone passing by is guessing what kind of big event happened to attract so many big shots to gather here.  The corridor was full of people, and there were all kinds of people. There was no doubt that they were not the big shots who stomped their feet in Henan, which would cause a tremor. At this time, everyone looked anxious. When there were more people, the corridor became particularly crowded and noisy.  Without saying a word, Mr. Zhao, who was sitting on the patient's chair, frowned slightly and coughed slightly. For a moment, the corridor became quiet. Mr. Zhao stood up slightly and said softly: "Thank you everyone for your kindness. This matter is just that the child Zhiyuan is not sensible.  We were having too much fun playing on the street, so I¡¯m sorry to trouble you all. Dare¡¯s dad will stay here first, and the others can go back first. Thank you everyone.¡± After saying that, Mr. Zhao bowed deeply and everyone saw  The old man bowed, and none of them could bear it. After a while of greetings, everyone left, leaving only Mr. Zhao, his bold father, and a man and woman standing beside them.  The man is Zhao Zhiyuan's father, and the woman next to him is Zhao Zhiyuan's mother.  Zhao Tianqi has a handsome face and gold-rimmed glasses. He has a scholarly air and a strong Confucian atmosphere.  The women are simple and generous, obviously well-educated ladies.

    Seeing everyone leaving, Zhao Tianqi helped Mr. Zhao sit down, while Zhang Bold's father Zhang Ping stood obediently in front of Mr. Zhao, with a nervous look on his face, obviously worried about Zhao Zhiyuan's condition.  What kind of person is Mr. Zhao? He has long been trained to express his emotions and anger without expressing his emotions. Although he is worried inside, his face is quiet. He looks at the few people standing in front of him, stretches out his hand to indicate not to be nervous, and waits for the doctor's answer.  Zhang Ping reached out and took out a pack of Yuxi from his pocket, handed one to Zhao Tianqi, lit one for himself, took a deep puff, then looked at the old man and asked: "Old man, what's going on?"  It's not a question, but a normal questioning tone, as if asking if you have eaten today, casually.  The old man sighed softly, made fists with both hands and coughed lightly. Zhang Ping was so frightened that he stamped out the cigarette immediately with an embarrassed look on his face, while Zhao Tianqi just took it, without lighting it, and kept holding it in his hand to play with.  "Obviously this is targeted at Zhiyuan deliberately. Tianqi, have you found the car?" Mr. Zhao still had a calm expression on his face, not worried about Zhao Zhiyuan's condition at all. His questions were like a pot of boiled water, without any traces of it.  A hint of expression.  "Found at the foot of Yunmeng Mountain. The owner of the car died in the car. He was stabbed in the abdomen and the wound on the neck was fatal." Zhao Tianqi answered respectfully, his face still calm. Zhang Ping sighed. This family  They are all calm-faced masters, and all of them have become refined through cultivation.  "Are there any clues?" "No." When Mr. Zhao heard the answer, he had an expected expression on his face. It was obviously a car accident that was carefully planned to target Zhao Zhiyuan.  "Forget it, Tianqi, you go back first. There is no need to check. I'm fine here." Mr. Zhao waved to Zhao Tianqi to go back. Zhao Tianqi showed no reluctance at all. He turned around and left with his wife, leaving Mr. Zhao and Zhang Ping.  Continuing to stay in the corridor, there were only two people left in the noisy corridor just now, making it a bit empty.

    "What do you think?" Mr. Zhao looked at Zhang Ping and asked softly. It was obvious that the old man was planning to confide in Zhang Ping.  It's easy to get confused when a person drives away his biological son but has to confide in a stranger.  "Find out the behind-the-scenes and strive to kill with one strike." Zhang Ping has regained his momentum as a director at this time, even if he is an ordinary personAfter sitting in the position of the director of the Public Security Bureau for a long time, he will more or less have an aura that ordinary people don't have.  "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you and give me an answer tonight." "I'll give you an answer tonight." After saying that, Zhang Ping left the hospital. The old man looked at Zhang Ping's leaving back and sighed heavily.  The aura that he maintained weakened instantly, as if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden.  "I have oppressed you for twenty years. How can you leave before you get back what belongs to you? I didn't expect that even though you are a waste in the eyes of others, there are still people who want to rob you." Mr. Zhao is alone.  Sitting in the corridor, he murmured softly, but his expression was a little changed and the wrinkles in his eyes were deeper.  He knew very well that as a son, Zhao Tianqi had looked down on Zhao Zhiyuan, a useless son, since he was a child. His love for Zhao Zhiyuan when he first became a father was completely different from that after he was taken away by the old man. Zhao Tianqi never understood the good intentions of the old man.  The old man will not show his intentions. He has made Zhao Zhiyuan accumulate a lot of achievements over the years just to give those who look down on him a hard slap in the face in the end.  It's his, no one can take it away.  In his heart, Mr. Zhao already regards Zhao Zhiyuan as the heir of the Zhao family, even more worthy of inheritance than Zhao Tianqi. For Zhao Zhiyuan, he has stuffed his 60 years of survival into his hands, playing chess, calligraphy and painting, and forbearing.  Tao, self-cultivation, without exception, he hopes to watch this child go on step by step and create a world that belongs to him.  Mr. Zhao obviously knew something about this car accident, but he didn't want to expose it. Just when the doctor told him that Zhao Zhiyuan was fine, Zhang Ping came. As for what the two talked about, no one knew what happened.  The result was that one month later, Zhao Zhiyuan and Zhao Zhiyuan, Zhang boldly boarded the train and rushed to Zhejiang University to start their journey to Hangzhou and their student career.
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