On the afternoon of August 15, Wei Qian bought two boxes of mooncakes, and when he passed by the hospital, he stopped by to go in and put down a box for Asako's mom.
Pocky pushed his mom out for a while, but Pocky's mom was not very comfortable, half of her face was pitted with hot oil, basically disfigured, and she was particularly sensitive to other people's stares - if people looked at her face, she would be scared and avoided, but if people deliberately did not look at her face, she would feel very intimidated, and felt uncomfortable. .
She was only able to relax a bit when she saw Wei Qian and San Fatty, the two of them came even more diligently than Pocky, and even if her face burned into a black charcoal, they were both used to seeing it.
"Aunt, bought some mooncakes, I'll put down a box for you, for the festival should be a scene, you more or less taste a piece." Wei Qian said, he bought not bulk mooncakes, there is a box.
Pocky's mom didn't thank him and said, "Why did you buy this? You're spending money again!"
Wei Qian readily followed her words, "Who says it isn't, I don't know what's so good about this mushy stuff, who made my two 'bosses' love it?"
Asako's mom laughed, "You can't be so spoiled, you'll be spoiled all out of shape by then."
She did not say on her lips, but in her heart, she always felt that she was a heavy burden, no one has the financial resources to hire a professional caregiver for her, most of the time, Asako mom had to live in the hospital alone, not even a person to talk to. For her, having an acquaintance to talk about trivial things is a great enjoyment.
Not to mention the fact that her son had taken an entire afternoon to push her around outside.
Asako's mom hadn't been this happy in a long time, and on this day, even if her smile was ugly, it was ugly in a genuine way.
Wei Qian is actually not accustomed to long-winded kanji with people, he accompanied hemp mom sat for a while, nearly half a month of smile at once spent clean, said dry mouth, face are a little stiff before leaving.
During this time, Asako remained silent as usual, listening on the side.
Wei Qian left the hospital, there is a kind of unloading what like a sense of relief, he and the three fat has been the hemp back, the future for hemp his mother, the big deal is that we take turns to take care of, anyway, he himself does not have a mother, more than one is nothing.
As soon as Wei Qian returned home and pushed the door, the two little things that were originally sitting on the sofa did the same thing as the meerkat, making an identical movement of stretching out their necks and turning back, with a big look, Xiao Bao just wanted to open his mouth to accuse, who knew that he saw the box Wei Qian was carrying in his hand first, and his eyes went straight, and incoherently jumped up and said, "Mooncake! The TV is broken!"
"...... "Wei Qian looked at her and said, "OK, let it be fixed for you."
Song shook his head and wagged his tail, "Heh heh heh heh heh."
Wei Qian talked too much in the afternoon and was too lazy to open his mouth again at this point, so he stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction of the kitchen, Song Xiaobao dumbfoundedly looked along with his hand, "There are still mooncakes in the kitchen?"
Wei Zhiyuan, however, had already trained himself to jump off the couch, dive into the kitchen, and take out the toolbox underneath the storage box.
This puppy dog's legs had already been cultivated to the point of being able to read brainwaves, Wei Qian felt old and relieved, while at the same time dissatisfiedly accusing Song Xiaobao, "Go away, it simply doesn't make sense with you."
Song Xiaobao commiserated, "You didn't say anything at all!"
He's had his TV fixed more than once ...... He's had everything fixed more than once.
Wei Qian has long been a skilled laborer, sitting on the floor, removing the cover of the TV set in three tries. Song Xiaobao salivated and winked at the mooncake box, but Wei Zhiyuan lay on his shoulder and watched him check for faults, obediently.
Wei Qian glanced at him and thought that this kid was even more brow-beating and sweet than the little girl.
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him adoringly, "Brother is really great, I want to be a TV repairer in the future."
Wei Qian: "......"
Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with big, ignorant eyes.
Wei Qian said, "My old man paid for your education so that you could be a TV repairman?"
Wei Zhiyuan hesitantly said, "Then ...... I can be a TV seller!"
Wei Qian lost his smile - the little brat pretending to be a fool as if he was cute.
Since Wei Zhiyuan began to go to school properly, the report card has fully reflected the talent of this kid, Wei Qian himself as a child has been unusually precocious and early, in retrospect, are not necessarily better than his grades.
In the evening, Wei Qian fixed the TV, took a knife and divided the mooncakes, and sat down to accompany them while eating the mooncakes and watching the TV series.
In The Legend of the Eagle Shooting Heroes, Guo Jing has just left Mongolia and followed the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan back to the Central Plains, when there is a sudden knock on their door.
The hand that knocked on the door was not heavy and seemed a little uncertain, knocking a few times, hesitating a few times.
Wei Qian thought it was which brother, and did not wear a shirt, holding a cigarette exposed full of bandages and went to answer the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he froze first, only to see a strange old woman standing in front of him.
Old lady hair white, but hale and hearty, not tall, not yet to Wei Qian's shoulders, black and thin, wearing an old-fashioned rural elderly people go out when the common pairs of lapel cloth coats, the following is a not fat and not skinny nine-minute pants, trouser legs hanging, revealing her thin feet Lingding dry thin ankles.
She was carrying a dusty traveling bag behind her back, a plastic bag full of empty cans and drink bottles in her hand, her hair was neatly combed, not a hair out of place, and her clothes were clean, about sixty or seventy years old, but her back wasn't bent and her back wasn't hunched.
This old lady is probably a rag picker, but she is the most decent rag picker Wei Qian has ever seen.
At the same time, the old lady somewhat fearfully surveyed the young man in front of her, who was obviously not a good citizen, obviously not expecting the door to be opened by such a person, but she did not back away, subconsciously puffed out her chest and raised her head, and opened her mouth with a strong sense of humor to ask: "Does Song Dawei live here?"
Her attitude can not be said to be good, but also contains some kind of very unfriendly guard, Wei Qian did not have time to count, is that "Song Da Wei" three words too familiar, he did not remember who this is.
Seeing that his face was blank and he didn't answer, the old lady added, "Then does Song Li Li live here as well?"
"Song Li Li?" Wei Qian frowned and asked rhetorically, "What are you looking for her for?"
Xiaobao heard it in the house and came bouncing out, "Hey! Who's looking for me?"
As soon as she popped out at first, the old woman, who was dried up and thin and trying her best to show that she had no stage fright, suddenly shivered, and as she greedily and intently surveyed Song Xiaobao's head, which was so curious that she poked it over, she trembled more and more, and then, suddenly, and before Weiqian had a chance to stop it, she threw her arms around the little girl, and then cried out in a manner that was not at all dignified.
It was not until then that Wei Qian realized that "Song Da Wei" was the father of Song Xiaobao, the short-lived stepfather who had given him a few good years of life.
And very dramatically, this old lady is his stepfather's own mother.
In earlier years, long-distance train tickets were expensive for rural residents in remote areas, the flow of migrant workers had just taken shape and had not yet become a climate, and it was very normal for those who went out to work at that time not to return home for three to five years; it was not convenient to make phone calls in the village, and relatives mainly relied on letters and remittances to contact each other.
Later Song Dawei no news, the old lady was very anxious to come to see, but coincidentally, at that juncture, her partner had a stroke, she was distracted for a few years, entrusted to his son to write a few letters are also successively sinking into the sea - Weiqian his mother did not think of contacting the Song Dawei family at that time, she was netted in destructive drugs and death! She was netting on destructive drugs and making a fool of herself.
Finally, just after this year's Dragon Boat Festival, the old lady's sickly old man followed in the footsteps of the late saint and completely blew out his lamp and kicked the pots and pans.
Mrs. Song has turned into a thoroughbred
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A lonely old woman to the core, she sent the old man crying, packed up her few belongings, barely scraped together some money, and traveled all the way by scavenging to the northern city she had seen on the post office money order to join her son.
The old woman was still puffing out her chest and cross-eyed when she knocked on the door, and although she was carrying a bag of unsold cans, she was trying as best she could to maintain her country dignity in this strange city.
And that dignity finally shattered into a handful of crumbs when she realized that her son had also died early.
Mid-Autumn Festival, reunion festival, all the Chinese people reunion, who do not know in the dilapidated silo, there is an old woman panicked to find that her partner son turned out to be all gone, no one to give her old age, no one to give her the end of her life, the first half of her life have lived in vain, fell into a bleak evening.
She sat on the floor and cried like a magic voice through the ears, stirring up everyone who hadn't even eaten their mooncakes.
Wei Qian looked at the old black-and-white photo the old lady had brought along with her, on which the silly boy was vaguely the likeness of his short-lived stepfather, and checked the remittance slip she had brought with her, basically believing that she was really Xiao Bao's real grandmother.
After all, it was a blood relative, although Wei Qian found this silly old bitch annoying, but in the end he didn't blow her out on the night of the August Festival, and temporarily took her in to live in the same house with Xiao Bao.
But who knows that this old woman does not know good and bad, wiped dry the tears, her pair and Wei Qian's stepfather Song Da Wei as the same pair of small eyes are shrewd and cunning light, a sweep of the eyes know Wei Qian is not a good thing, ask him a few words on the sidelines, the first and pleasant, and later learned that he was a nightclub to watch the scene of the knife manipulation of the punks, the old lady finally unbearable.
In those days, the old lady in the countryside did not understand what is a gangster, what is the triad, in her eyes, Wei Qian he is a bad hooligan who does not learn.
...... Of course, there is some truth to her observation.
Of course the old lady couldn't let her precious granddaughter live with a smelly rascal, but she could also see that Xiao Bao was very dependent on this big brother.
This old thing has experienced the complete modern history of China in her life, two wars, the change of dynasty, and even after the establishment of the country's various campaigns she all caught a complete, with the sky fighting with the people fighting for their joy, shrewd three monkeys are not changed.
She knows that everything is about a strategy, so she did not and Wei Qian face to face, decided to stay put and think about how to get her granddaughter out of the hands of this hooligan "rescue".
But Wei Qian didn't have time to worry about what she thought, because something happened that night.
At 3:30 a.m., the door of Wei Qian's house was slammed with force, Wei Qian crawled up with a jolt, strangely enough, he was awakened so roughly when he slept the deepest, his first reaction was not to curse but to break out into a layer of cold sweat first - as if he had a premonition that something was wrong.
Wei Zhiyuan dazedly wrapped in a blanket and climbed up, he did not know what happened, his brain was a muddle, instinctively barefoot jumped out of bed and followed Wei Qian to open the door.
Wei Qian door is not yet fully pulled open, the doorway stuffed with a thing suddenly fell out, he picked up a look, only to see that it is an envelope, envelope a bunch of money.
The doorway of the three fat also bare bladder, only wearing slippers and big pants, showing a white fat, obviously just rolled down from the bed, he was holding an identical envelope, did not wait for Wei Qian to react, three fat on the fly said: "is hemp! I got up in the middle of the night to pee before I saw this envelope, surely hemp that grandson stuffed!"
At that moment, Wei Qian's mind was surprisingly calm, and he asked in a low voice, "Where did he get so much money?"
Triple Fat: "Won't go back to selling to people ......"
"Impossible!" Wei Qian cut him off, "Impossible, Third Brother, you don't know that group of people, they want you to sell your life for a long time, they will definitely hang on to you bit by bit, it's impossible to give you so much money in one go."
Understanding that Wei Qian was hinting that Pocky might have done something more serious than drug trafficking, San Fatty looked at him with rare haste.
"I saw him ...... this afternoon I should have seen that he was not right," Wei Qian's heart turned fast, he reached out and picked up the phone on the table, pressed a number, and called one of the brothers who was on duty in the latter part of the night of the day, and for a long time, Wei Qian put down the phone, and his face was hard to He was so happy to see that he was able to get a good look on his face, and his face was hard to see.
"How ......" Three Fatty unconsciously held his breath and lowered his voice.
"There is an accident tonight, I heard that a large group of police / police, searched inside and outside, but also took away a lot of people," Wei Qian quickly put on his jacket to wear shoes, "I did not see the hemp, hopefully he and this matter has nothing to do ...... "
Three Fatty grabbed his arm, "What can he ...... he have to do with this?"
Wei Qian lowered his voice, "How do I know? I'll go over and take a look, you go to the hospital and ask the nurse on duty to see if he's there at night."
Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly jogged to keep up with Wei Qian, who grabbed his arm and carried him back to the house, "What are you doing here? Go back to bed, not going to school tomorrow?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "I'll help you go out and find Brother Asako."
"Little brat," Wei Qian glared at him impatiently, "You're doing me a big favor by not causing trouble."
Wei Zhiyuan's footsteps lurched, and his bright eyes immediately dimmed.
He suddenly felt his own contradiction - if he showed his precocity, he wouldn't be able to get Big Brother's attention so easily, but if he acted as stupid as Little Treasure, even though he usually pleased Big Brother, when it mattered, he'd be treated as a furry child just like Little Treasure.
The two "adults" have already panicked at this time, no one can care to speculate on Wei Zhiyuan's heart full of contradictions.
"Qian'er ......" three fat did not move place, his palms are full of cold sweat, his voice is dry, "If he is caught by the police / police, what will be the end?"
Wei Qian looked up at him from the unlit living room, his eyes black and white, his eyes like knives.
"What do you say?" He asked rhetorically.
Three Fatty's heart sank.