Wei Qian even his own mother dared to face directly called "bitch", simply do not put this little old woman in the eyes, on the spot sneered, used his very mean, said: "What do you think you are? To roll their own roll, less think of my sister, don't think that you an old man do not have a few years to live, I would not dare to send you to the road in advance."
He was very uneducated - of course, given his life experience, if he could be educated in such a situation, the man must have crossed over.
The old lady has lived for sixty or seventy years, has not encountered such no old no young bastard, thanks to her many years of labor, health, or else can be on the spot to the angry fainting past.
People can't help but become even more assholes when faced with assholes, so the old lady took out the old generation of rural women who spilled their guts and rolled around, and said without showing any weakness, "OK, no problem, if you have the ability, you can beat me to death, you just beat me to death, I'm turning into a ghost but also have to take my granddaughter away, I'm going to take her to live in a chicken coop and pigsty and I can't let her fall into the hands of this hooligan of yours! "
Wei Qian looked at her grimly, the malice in his gaze was as if it was substantial, the teenager had almost grown out of a grown man's physique, broad shoulders and narrow waist, his body still bore the scars left by the brawl, adding a bit of indescribable hostility, the old lady instinctively cowered a bit.
???????,?????????????,????????????,????:"????????! If you are able to kill me, you are also a shameless hooligan! Isn't that all you've got? What else can you do? I don't have many years left to live, so I'm not afraid of you. I don't care!"
Before her spittle had time to flutter out of her mouth, she was pushed to the table by Wei Qian's brutal force, Wei Qian finally did not want to lose face for once, and overturned Mrs. Song together with the wooden table, and the vinegar for soaking Lapacho garlic spilled all over the place, choking with the sour smell.
Mrs. Song let out an "ouch" and sat on the ground on all fours with two cloves of garlic ridiculously on her head, then she took a deep breath, and with her loud voice that could be heard for miles and miles, she sat on the ground and yelled: "Murder! Murder! Stinking hooligans kill ......"
Her shouts came to an abrupt end as Wei Qian grabbed Old Mrs. Song by the collar, his sinewy hands squeezing her wrinkled neck.
Old Mrs. Song's neck was as thin as a chicken's neck, and was held over by one of his hands, her skin was loose and pitiful, Wei Qian deadlocked her neck and lifted her off the ground alive.
This handsome teenager's eyes were full of shadows, his description was cold, but his palms were hot, and his hands were strangely strong, as if he was determined to strangle this old woman.
Song old lady can not struggle at all, she is like a fish that fell to the shore like limbs fluttering, futilely with clipped convex nails picking at the meat on Wei Qian's arm, her face quickly turned greenish purple.
Wei Qian felt that he almost pinched her organs and spine - after he dropped out of school, his days were lawless, and the blood in his heart surged for a while, and he easily crossed the barrier of the thought of killing and setting fire to the heart, and at that moment, Wei Qian really wanted to strangle this dead old bitch so alive.
Old Mrs. Song stuck out her tongue and started to roll her eyes, just then, a girl's scream suddenly came from the bedroom doorway behind Wei Qian: "Brother!"
The door of the hut opened at an unknown time, Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan stood there, Wei Zhiyuan's face was stony, Song Xiaobao's sharp childlike voice was like a sword piercing straight to the tip of his heart, and the tendon in Wei Qian's brain was gently rattled.
He finally reacted, he was really close to killing someone, or in his own home, and was horrified to let go of his hand, Mrs. Song was unsteady on her feet, and as soon as he let go of her hand, she slid down the wall and sat on the floor, choking and pouring out uncontrollable air.
Wei Qian blocked the pouncing Xiao Bao with one hand, squatted down and smashed the old lady's chest a few times with force, and pressed her manzhong with force like on TV.
It was a while before the old woman poured on this breath, coughing first with a startling cough, and then she rolled back her black eyes, her voice still hoarse, but her fighting spirit still shining brightly.
Ignoring the fact that she had just walked on the ghost gate for the morning, the first thing she said when she came to her senses was pointing at Wei Qian's nose and saying morosely, "Thousand-killing little brute, you b*tch/breeder!"
Before Wei Qian had a chance to get a boner at those words, Xiao Bao jumped headfirst into the old lady's arms, "Grandma!"
Song old lady thought of her own late life was so bleak as this, widowed and unemployed, thousands of miles to the city to join her son, was told that she had lost her son in old age, and then let a little beast bully her into this ...... She was suddenly sad, and the two mothers and children hugged each other and cried.
Wei Qian's expression was numb, his heart was also numb, he stood beside him at a loss for a while, he finally sighed and tentatively reached out his hand to touch Xiao Bao's hair, but he was viciously opened by Old Lady Song's ferocious slap.
This old woman was very amazing, ghostly crying like this, but it didn't stop her from cursing.
"Don't touch my granddaughter, you stinking rascal and murderer! Sooner or later I'll shoot you! You'll die a horrible death!"
For a moment, Wei Qian actually thought she was right.
He came back from the great shock, grief and anger and suddenly felt disheartened.
Old Mrs. Song packed a simple bag and led Xiao Bao away in front of him, Wei Qian leaned against the wall and watched without stopping or even uttering a word.
With one hand held by her grandmother, Bao passively followed her outside, constantly looking back at her big brother.
The elder brother's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body looked exhausted as he watched her leave all the way.
Bao thought he'd say something, but he didn't say anything, and that look was imprinted on her tiny, clueless heart for the rest of her life, never to be erased.
The door "bam" in front of Wei Qian's face closed, for a while, he sat down on the floor as if he had lost his strength, lit a cigarette, leaning against the wall, held in his mouth, his heart is blank, can not cry or laugh, just want to fall back to sleep, but he knows that he probably can not sleep.
The hemp is gone, the little treasure is gone ...... and still sleeping my ass.
Wei Zhiyuan silently rubbed over and placed the ashtray on Wei Qian's hand, carefully leaning next to him.
Wei Qian looked up at him, Wei Zhiyuan hastily stopped himself, cautiously observing if his big brother was annoyed, and when he found out that he wasn't, he tried to approach more carefully, and in the end, Wei Zhiyuan wrapped his arms around one of Wei Qian's arms.
Realizing that his big brother didn't object, he tentatively squeezed himself into Wei Qian's arms again and leaned his head against him, sniffing the somewhat pungent smell of tobacco on him.
"...... The hemp is gone." Wei Qian suddenly spoke.
Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and saw Wei Qian's gaze falling unfocused on the floor, intuiting that his words were not addressed to himself--Wei Qian, no matter what he called himself, never called him and Xiaobao "Pocky", but "Your Pocky! He always said, "Your pazi brother".
So Wei Zhiyuan had the sense not to say anything and listened quietly.
Wei Qian gathered him a little tighter, the boy's warm body heat giving him indescribable comfort.
After this sentence, Wei Qian had no more voice, he couldn't pour out.
Suffering had dulled his nerves, and he had long ago lost the ability to express his feelings truthfully.
When Wei Qian finished smoking all the cigarettes on his body, he remembered Wei Zhiyuan, and the child had already fallen asleep like a tailless bear hugging his arm and leaning into his arms.
Wei Zhiyuan began to have a little drawstring, feet first grew up, close to the adult model, but the bones are still tender, standing up is not short, shrinking up but still a small ball.
Growing up so slowly - Wei Qian lowered his eyes to look at him sighing tersely.
And then he stubbed out his cigarette, stooped down, carefully picked up the child and laid him on the bed, and, as usual, turned out the light and lay down together.
There was something extremely powerful about the sudden darkness that crushed his braced strength and self-righteous numbness almost instantly.
Wei Qian opened his dry eyes and thought, he is a b*tchy smelly hooligan, even his own sister who was raised by his own hands does not want to be with him, a person like him living and living such a difficult life is not even a little bit of value at all.
What's the point of living?
Might as well be dead.
Wei Qian was born in winter, at the end of the waxing moon, when the day had not yet arrived, that is to say, he had not yet reached the age of seventeen.
He didn't live to be a big man, but he thought of death first.
Of course, despite thinking so, Wei Qian still didn't die.
Dying is not as easy as flashing a thought and saying go, even if he doesn't want to live, he would never dare to die.
He'll have to agonize over what to do with Asako's mom after that.
He also had to go and collect Asako's body back, he couldn't wash away the sin and suffering that Asako had carried, the only thing he could do was to clean up this thought that he had left on earth and give it a proper burial.
Carrying too much. He can't afford to die.
Wei Qian is still gloomy and numb to live his days, every day to go to Le's nightclub to work as his thugs, take Le's money, the growing hatred in his heart to hide, only in the depths of the night, a person with eyes open to look at the ceiling, over and over again to remind themselves, sooner or later he will have to Le Xiaodong's life.
And then forcefully went to discuss with Sanfat, what to do about Asako's aftermath, whether to tell Asako's mom, and when to pick her up and discharge her from the hospital.
Only Wei Zhiyuan, who was home on winter vacation, stayed with him peacefully and quietly, at least a living thing that could breathe.
Only Wei Zhiyuan could make Wei Qian feel a bit of life - he was still so young, still knew nothing, still had a future, and still had to rely on himself wholeheartedly.
Wei Qian raised Wei Zhiyuan, but also from the child to draw the smallest hope, and he deeply understand the meaning of "dependent on each other".
The three fat men came to his house, and at first marveled at the
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After asking Xiao Bao and Old Mrs. Song why they weren't there, and after being attacked like crazy by Wei Qian, he immediately got over it and stopped mentioning it.
For a while there, no one dared to mention Song Xiaobao in Wei Qian's ear.
The atmosphere in the house was dull for many days, Wei Qian even started to eat perfunctorily, San Fat was afraid that he would starve himself alive, so he came to his house every day like a masochist, coaxing the children to cook like a capricious bellhop and making sure that the TV played entertaining and humorous programs twenty-four hours a day.
Unfortunately, it's ineffective, and the more entertaining the TV gets, the colder reality seems.
Inside the TV, Mr. Ma Sanli is saying, "I'm just kidding", the three fat people sitting on a chair laughing with their backs and forth and their fat flesh trembling, Wei Zhiyuan just raised the corner of his mouth for a moment, then remembered what time to turn his head to look at Wei Qian, and found that his elder brother's expression was blank, so he also followed the little smile back, and similarly put on a look of indifference.
These two brothers, one big and one small, are listening to the comedy with the expression of going to the grave, a mold carved out of the spoiler.
Three fat more and more laugh more and more lonely, finally turned into a dry laugh, had to helplessly shut his mouth, and then the fun package is tasteless.
Wei Qian silent for a while, will light a cigarette turned to the window, he was all heavy smoke smell choking, three fat said he is turning into a tall skinny pipe.
And that's when Song came back.
Wei Qian really thought that he would never see Xiao Bao again in his life, so when he saw her when he opened the door, he didn't react for half a minute.
He did not react to the performance is expressionless, making Song Xiaobao more and more anxious, the little girl is like a big crime to punish the nine clans, timidly called out "brother", carrying her small schoolbag, with the chin pointing to the chest penitent posture stood alone in the doorway.
Only then did Wei Qian's sanity slowly return unnoticed, the first thing he did was to sweep outside and realized that that old, undead, stupid old bitch hadn't even followed, so it seemed that Song Xiaobao had sneaked back all by himself.
His heart finally exploded without a care in the world.
Wei Qian slowly half squatted down, his gaze flush with Xiao Bao, stretched out his hands, holding her tiny, thin shoulders, and opened his mouth to ask, "How ...... cough did you come back?"
Wei Qian tried as hard as he could not to react that strongly, but he still didn't manage to finish the sentence in one go, and his voice broke in the middle of it, so he had to clear his throat and drag out his voice, which made the tone of his sentence sound almost gentle.
Song Xiao Bao: "I miss my big brother ......"
Wei Qian meditatively lowered his head, in a place where she could not see, gently closed his eyes, then for a moment, the little girl's words, pulled him out of the swamp alive, he found that the thoughts of not wanting to live that always dazzled around him miraculously dissipated.
He didn't know how to express the ups and downs, maybe by hugging Bo around? Or hugging and crying with her? Wei Qian didn't think he could do either, so he just stood up in silence and said lightly, "Oh."
He couldn't seem to think of anything else but that one word, and he pulled the door open to let Bao in, and when he saw that she didn't dare move a muscle, he remembered, and added, "Come in, then."
Xiao Bao knew she was a traitor, she didn't expect her big brother to still want her, and her whole body was flattered.
She walked in with trepidation, first as if amnestied with a sigh of relief, at the same time, saw the big brother seems to be dispensable attitude, Xiaobao heart and welled up some kind of indescribable happiness, with her childish and undeveloped logic, she was glad that she came back in time, maybe two days later, big brother will really decide not to want her.
Xiao Bao approached Wei Qian, and immediately smelled a strong and pungent smell of smoke from him, she had always disliked the smell of smoke very much, and couldn't help but rub her nose, but didn't dare to say anything, she was afraid that her big brother would change his mind, and wouldn't allow her to come in the door anymore.
Wei Qian, however, saw it keenly.
He bent down and took out a new set of clothes from the cupboard and said to Sanfat, "Is there any more fried rice in the pot? You serve her a bowl."
Third Fatty watched their interaction with cold eyes, sighed, waved at Song Xiaobao, greeted her in front of him, stroked her hair kindly, glanced at Wei Qian, and casually asked, "What are you doing?"
Wei Qian: "I'll take a shower."
Three Fatty: "It's not time to go to bed what are you washing early? Besides, did you boil the water?"
Wei Qian: "No, I use cool water."
Three Fatty: "Cold shower on a cold winter day, are you sick?"
Wei Qian pushed him away with a handful of clothes in his hand, and at the speed of light, he broke away from his previous state of walking corpse and resumed his usual domineering and asshole: "I'm happy to do it, what are you squawking like an old hen for? Want to lay eggs?"
Triple Fat: "...... Yeah, how about that?"
Wei Qian glanced at him, "Hold it in, we'll go down again tomorrow."
Triple Fat: "......"
Sango realized that with her simple heart and smooth-as-egg cerebral cortex, she really couldn't keep up with Young Master Wei's realm of thought.
In fact, Wei Qian's thoughts weren't much more complicated, he was just afraid that the smell of smoke from his body would smoke his sister.
As well as ...... he just had a moment of disbelief and got a little brain dead.
Xiao Bao is his own sister, in this world, collectively there is only so much blood left in her that is connected to him, he raised her from the time when she was not as long as one of his arms, and has raised her until she is so big.
How deep the feelings were, he couldn't even tell himself, she was sometimes less like his sister and more like his daughter.
Xiao Bao is almost his entire childhood and teenage years of support, Wei Qian even if he sacrifices his life, he can not give up this her.
...... Even if Song Xiao Bao is a stinky girl who eats and eats.
Wei Qian was frozen by the cool water and thought to himself: how cheap am I?
Xiao Bao called out to Wei Zhiyuan expectantly, "Second brother."
Wei Zhiyuan look at her is annoying, do not want to take care of, on the one hand heartbroken big brother, on the one hand ......
He coldly watched the interaction between his elder brother and Xiao Bao, who acted so subtly and introspectively that Xiao Bao would get the wrong idea, SanFat didn't understand, and he was the only one who somehow comprehended the situation and became more and more upset.
Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan realized without a teacher that competing for favors was the correct route to take in his life.