Wei Qian went home at five o'clock in the morning and bought breakfast for his family in the meantime.
His hair was all wet with a layer of dew, and he had the look on his face of a murderous demon intent on slaughtering the city.
Mrs. Song woke up in a foreign land and saw such a classic devil's face, nearly gave a heart attack, and did not dare to come out of the atmosphere.
Wei Qian bought soybean milk doughnuts - of course, it is made by other families, he thought a lot in his mind, seven up and down, all clueless.
Wei Qian thought with annoyance in his heart, if in the end the hemp was proved to have not gone anywhere and was in the hospital with his mom, he must beat that son of a bitch into a bag of pork, cooked.
But I'm afraid he doesn't have that chance.
Three fat did not find hemp in the hospital, the two of them tried everything, but did not find hemp, until a few days later, an incoherent, ambiguous news came out - hemp is said to be dead.
However, how he actually died, because of what died, no one can say clearly, many mouths are mixed up with more messy crawling, the crowd is blind coaxing, no one can say.
It seems that some people are keeping quiet about it and those in the know are being silenced.
Rumors of three thousand no one useful, the kind of living not see the body of the scorching is like a person racked on the fire, but in Wei Qian and three fat heart, they always feel that hemp can not be so silent death, they are still looking for, but all coincidentally did not mention the music, especially Wei Qian, he was born to the music of some kind of deep mustache and wariness.
Asako's mother asked more than once about the hemp, Wei Qian and three fat to improvise all kinds of nonsense, sometimes there is no unity of purpose, who said out of turn, and then have to go to great lengths to round back.
Wei Qian is also a human being, his energy is really limited, he inevitably neglected his home.
It was a godsend for Mrs. Song, who set to work on her grand endeavor of setting fire to Wei Qian's backyard, and she varied her methods of getting close to Xiao Bao every day-which was easy enough, for a child to grow up with an irreplaceable emotional connection to an adult female elder, the kind of bond found in a mother, grandmother, or grandma,... But no closer father or brother can replace it.
What's more, although Wei Qian loves Xiaobao, but not the ordinary family kind of pampering pain method, he thought in the heart, rarely hang on the side of the mouth, and even sometimes impatient, temper up, will also be fierce little girl a few sentences, in Song Xiaobao not long life, has never been in contact with the elders of the female meticulous love and comfort, inverted is simply a matter of time.
Is it better to have a sweet-talking grandmother who cooks all kinds of delicious food every day in different ways, or is it better to have an older brother who has a debtor's face every day, and he can't tell the difference between a sandwich and a meal?
Since Mrs. Song's arrival, the two children's lives have become almost comfortable with quality.
Of course, despite this, Mrs. Song still couldn't buy Wei Zhiyuan.
Wei Zhiyuan is like a little white-eyed wolf that can't get used to being raised, and he can't help but show gusts of hostility towards Mrs. Song, the "outsider" who suddenly entered their home, even though he tries to behave in a more understanding manner.
Song old lady originally wanted to accept him as an ally, I did not expect this gentleman little age, but even "butt power" full, no matter how to cast his favor, his ass always firmly and his rogue brother sat on a bench.
After a long time, Mrs. Song finally couldn't help but give up this front, she saw it, this little brat has few words and a lot of heart, belongs to the dog, eat and go.
Mrs. Song then began to specialize in Song Xiaobao.
From time to time, she would ask Bo in a joking, teasing tone, "Who's your favorite? Is grandma better or brother?"
to test the progress of her grand plan for peaceful change.
Unlike the silly Song Xiaobao, the first time she asked this, Wei Zhiyuan realized the old woman's sinister intentions, and he immediately took non-violent non-cooperation measures - no longer eating at the same table with this grandchildren, rather starving until midnight, waiting for big brother to come back, and casually eating a couple of mouthfuls of leftovers together.
At first, Song would imitate him and wait with him, but within two days, the little renegade with a weak stance surrendered to the tantalizing food.
Wei Zhiyuan had expected that there would be such a day, she is not a day or two of laziness, in this regard the enemy is too powerful, he is not a rival.
And deep down in Wei Zhiyuan's heart, he wasn't too unhappy about Song Xiaobao's defection, instead he had a vague sense of stolen joy.
Wei Zhiyuan knew he shouldn't think like this, but he just couldn't help it.
"No Song Xiaobao, from now on, brother is his alone" this kind of thought all the time tempted him, like a seed in the heart to take root and germinate, even with the fire can not be burned out, the spring breeze, and then again sprouted and sprouted.
In the beginning, Song Xiaobao smiled at Mrs. Song's childish question, or looked at it differently, so Mrs. Song knew that her answer was "I like my brother", and slowly she began to loosen up and answered "I like them all" instead. Mrs. Song was quite complacent, thinking that she was only one step away from the goal. Finally, one day, Song Xiaobao's answer became "whoever is nice to me is my favorite".
Mrs. Song knew then that it was time.
Small half a year has passed, into the winter, on the lotus pond, knotted shallow ice, Wei Qian they can finally be sure, hemp died - this time it is the official news released by the local police, said they recently cracked down on a drug trafficking smuggling case, on the spot to capture the suspect three, on the way to the arrest, were suspects resisting, a person was shot dead.
The one who was killed was Asako.
Before that mid-autumn night when the autumn tiger was fierce, someone gave Asako a large sum of money, a pistol, a cell phone and a kilogram of heroin/robin.
At that time, hemp son vaguely felt something, his brain is not very good, does not mean that he is really stupid to find the north, he and his brothers in fact are not considered to be mixed gangster, not to walk the right way, they are just the seams of the lingering fish and shrimp, fish and shrimp is not easy to survive, and therefore know that the tide rises and falls and the winds of the letter to come in the circle of the black and the black, the bottom of the money comes more easily, and also the more dangerous.
But those people had checked out his family and knew that he couldn't say no no matter what.
Asako did not want to drag his third brother and Qian'er, they are not easy for anyone, are from the teeth of the money saved, to him and his mother, spend that money, he often can not sleep in the middle of the night.
Maybe if he'd had a little chutzpah, he wouldn't have gone off the deep end.
Mid-Autumn Festival night, he ate in the hospital after this life ate the most expensive moon cakes, he turned around and divided the money into three, two back to Wei Qian and three fat, one wrapped up and buried in the small bungalow he lived in front of the acacia tree, counting the money left for his mother's old age to send to the end of the money.
Then he muddled along with his gun and drugs and followed the instructions on the phone ......
Before he closed his eyes, he didn't know who he was scapegoating or what he was dying for.
He was born humble and died confused.
Wei Qian got drunk that day in a smelly tavern - even as a fighter, he did his job diligently, and this was the first time he had ever skipped work.
Although the hemp died in a confused manner, Wei Qian's heart was as clear as a mirror.
Nightclub is Le's industry, the man's desire to control nearly neurotic, without his meddling, Wei Qian does not believe that someone can drug trafficking on his turf, and this matter is so big, from the central to the local winds are tight to death, ? accounted for the headlines of the major newspapers, Le ...... Le Xiaofeng is still alone and stalwart, in the end, it is him! The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him, but I was so happy to see him, I was so happy to see him.
The man he held in his heart like a shrine when he was a teenager came crashing down and took the life of his stupid brother.
Wei Qian also did not want to go home, facing the group of old and young, he had a great grievance in his heart had to be held back, holding him to the limit.
He had given a soaking to a drunken mess by the time the three fat ones found him.
"Sango ......," the teenager's eyes could barely focus, staring vacantly at the yellowed and blackened corners of the small hotel, his voice so weak that it seemed to be blocked by something in his throat.
Three Fatty grabbed his bottle, "Not counting the one that's gone, you want to drink one to death, don't you?"
Wei Qian was taken by him and fell limply onto the table, where he lay on his back, his head tilted to one side, and said softly, "Third Brother, do you think he can do anything about a stammerer who goes down to that side and can't even say he understands his own grievances?"
said, and the tears ran noiselessly down the inside of his eyes
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The corner stayed, trickled over the straight nose, and slid into his mouth.
Wei Qian slumped rotten on the table and put up his elbow, blocking his face.
And then he swallowed his tears and hissed a laugh.
There is this life, be a brother, there is no afterlife, think of you again.
That day was the eighth day of the lunar calendar, and it snowed on the eighth day of the lunar calendar, and the whole street was covered with slush and ice after the snow melted.
Wei Qian pushed the door into the home all drunk, the house Wei Zhiyuan in the corner of the small table to write homework, Mrs. Song is teaching Xiaobao to do Lapacho garlic, an old man and a little would have been laughing and joking, but in the moment he entered the door, miraculously silent together.
Wei Qian was not a sensitive person, however, the change in atmosphere was too obvious, and for a moment, he felt like an outlaw who had broken into someone else's house, and an indescribable taste rushed upwards along with a burst of alcohol, which made him nauseous.
Fortunately, at this time Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and called him as usual, "Brother."
Wei Qian's face must have looked ugly as hell, Wei Zhiyuan glanced at him and immediately jumped down from his chair and ran to his side, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Qian waved his hand without saying a word, turned around and walked into the restroom, puking his liver.
He felt his sudden ups and downs come inexplicably, and tried to force himself to convince himself that the moment of unspeakable embarrassment he felt when he pushed the door in was petty.
He was already burnt out enough, Wei Qian didn't want to make trouble out of nothing, he desperately attempted to comfort himself by saying that he was overthinking things, however it didn't work, it was just hard on his heart.
Wei Zhiyuan immediately poured being water and served it to him, wrapping his arms around his waist like a small adult and patting his back, Wei Qian spat out the acidic water before barely straightening his back and taking the cup of water and rinsing his mouth.
He had a splitting headache and was heartbroken, yet when faced with Wei Zhiyuan, he only asked casually, "Have you finished your homework?"
Wei Zhiyuan nodded and reached out to support him, but Wei Qian staggered and refused.
Beneath Wei Qian's miserably calm face, his sky-turning heart stirred his insides into a volcano that could erupt at any time.
And by the time he heard what Mrs. Song was saying to his sister, the dangerous equilibrium had finally broken.
He heard that asshole old bitch pointing and cursing at Song Xiaobao, "We, Li Li ah, in the future, we must study well, go to university in the future, become a scientist, but not learn bad things from unsavory people, do you hear me?"
She said it is not enough, have to mean to look back at the gloomy Wei Qian standing there, as if not afraid of being heard by him, after such a long time of mapping and visiting, the old lady has long seen, that surnamed Wei's boy now boasts of a "road mixing man", to life to save face, will not be a small to her, how is the old lady, at most dare to colorful and fierce pretend to scare her. How about the old lady, at most dare to color the weak inside to pretend to be fierce to scare her.
Even Wei Zhiyuan heard her strings, and he looked up at his little sister, then at his big brother, and finally stared at Old Mrs. Song with hatred.
Old Mrs. Song continued unforgivingly, "If you don't go to school properly, you'll become the dregs of society, understand? Those people who loiter are not good people, Grandma told you, what are they called?"
Song Xiaobao, a little two hundred and five lackadaisical, said, "Rascal!"
The old lady with a serious expression reached out and scraped her face, "That's right, stinky hooligan, we are girls, we can't be with stinky hooligans all the time, or else we'll see who dares to want you in the future, and your reputation will be ruined."
Wei Zhiyuan sank his face and said word for word, "My big brother is not a rogue!"
Song Xiaobao froze, confused, looked at him, looked at his big brother, and looked at his grandmother, and only then did he realize that this was a serious family change.
Wei Zhiyuan got anxious, threw the cup aside, walked up, pointed at the old lady's nose and said, "My big brother is not a hooligan!"
"Alright, shut up and go do your homework in the house." Wei Qian subdued him with a slap, carried one in one hand and threw Wei Zhiyuan and Song Xiaobao into the bedroom, the
Wei Qian over their own days more or less a little rough and tumble, the family's behavior, occasionally let him feel twisted a bit, turn his face will not be taken seriously, however, Mrs. Song's words have been explicitly and implicitly said to this, how can he not understand what she is thinking?
Wei Qian sat down in front of Old Mrs. Song with a big horse, sizing her up with an unfriendly face, and said nonchalantly, "Old thing, what do you want?"
Old Mrs. Song finally straightened her back, her entire body resembling a mortar ready to fire.
Then she declared war on Wei Qian, "I'm going to take Li Li away."
Author's note: basically abused to the bottom of the plot should be to go up after the "have this life as a brother did not think of you in the next life" - "brother" Ren Xianqi