Wei Zhiyuan for two whole days, determined not to say a word to the enemy Song Xiaobao, as long as Wei Qian is at home, the boy will follow him every day inside and outside.
Every time Wei Qian turned around, he tripped behind him, Wei Qian was really annoyed by him following him, but he also knew why Wei Zhiyuan was so twisted, so he didn't want to get mad at him.
So Wei Qian made a rare lighthearted peace: "Play well together, don't fight."
This time it was the holy decree that came down, Wei Zhiyuan had no choice but to thank the Lord and reestablish friendship with Song Xiaobao with a lot of resentment.
When Wei Zhiyuan fought for favor, Song Xiaobao really couldn't catch up - there was no way around it, she was really born with fewer muscles in this area.
For example, as soon as Wei Qian pushed the door in, you can find the little boy alone, low head sweeping and wiping the table, Xiaobao eyes long in the face like gasping for air, familiarly sitting on the sofa to watch TV. She just came back, Wei Qian also do not want to make trouble with his sister, just not salty to say her two sentences, but in sharp contrast to this, is that he rewarded Wei Zhiyuan extra ten dollars for pocket money.
The next day, the red-eyed Song Xiaobao climbed up in the morning and puffed and puffed to do cleaning in the house, and finished it neatly before noon, Wei Zhiyuan watched with cold eyes, simply wanting to sneer. Sure enough - Wei Qian came back in the evening and didn't even notice that the house had gotten cleaner.
Another example was when Wei Qian finished taking a shower at night and looked around for the dirty socks he had taken off, intending to wash them by hand, only to find that Wei Zhiyuan was hanging the cleaned socks on the clothesline. On that day, Wei Zhiyuan shook his head and enjoyed his big brother's somewhat embarrassed head touch and praise.
Song Xiaobao was envious and jealous, so she attempted to follow suit, and the next day, she put her little claws into her big brother's changed underwear, which was snatched away by Wei Qian with a blush, as well as ...... she got a roar from her big brother that was like being stomped on the tail, "What are you blindly moving?"
It was evident how unfair the human world was - Wei Zhiyuan and Song Xiaobao actually really belonged to the same species!
As soon as Mrs. Song realized that Xiao Bao had disappeared, she knew that she had gone back to the "little rascal".
Not far from this shantytown where Wei Qian and the others live, there is a privately-run group dormitory, divided into men and women, exclusively for city workers to stay in, with one dollar a day for one person - if Xiaobao sleeps with her grandmother, then the two of them will only have to pay for one person as well.
Mrs. Song originally intended to save up a little money, take Xiaobao to find a small bungalow to rent a room, really can't, she will take Xiaobao back to her hometown together.
I didn't realize that as soon as the idea of "going back home" was thrown out, Xiaobao ran away, not wanting to let go of the home she had lived in for nearly ten years.
Ever since she came home, Mrs. Song has been sneaking around Wei Qian's house every day in order to sneak a peek at Xiao Bao while Wei Qian is out.
The year is coming to an end, winter is rampant, a young girl in the women's dormitory unfortunately infected with contagious tuberculosis, the people had to move en masse while dispersing in a flurry of activity, while suspiciously feeling whether or not they were coughing and having a low-grade fever.
Mrs. Song also carried her roll of luggage and moved out.
She was walking through the overly chaotic city when she saw a homeless man freezing to death under a hole in a bridge, she stopped for a moment and realized that the man had been unattended to and was freezing to death, it wasn't until the middle of the afternoon that a middle-aged couple who happened to be passing by stopped to check on them, and then reported it to the police.
A police car soon drove up and pulled the man away, and Mrs. Song listened to passersby talk, knowing that if the man survived, he might be sent to a homeless shelter or deported back to his place of origin.
Origin ......
Mrs. Song looked up at the pale and gloomy sky in this northern city and thought to herself: it's almost New Year's Eve, why don't I go back home?
Yet is it still a year when a lone wife spends it alone?
Old Mrs. Song lowered her head, wiped a handful of frozen out snot, and made up her mind not to have this old face.
And Song finally lived up to his name by elbowing his way out again.
It was the 23rd day of the Lunar New Year, and when Wei Qian came home with the sugar melons he had just bought and the meat for the dumplings, he saw a mess in front of his house, and there was a silent war going on inside.
Song Xiaobao is greedy, can not let go of the big brother who brought her up from childhood, and can not let go of the grandmother who is connected by blood, so when the grandmother wiped her tears and came to the door, she was still put in ...... even though everything that had happened before was enough for her to understand the sword between the grandmother and the big brother.
Big brother has not yet returned, Wei Zhiyuan, who has been as transparent as not saying anything, quit first.
Ever since Xiaobao recognized this second brother and stopped provoking the beginning, Wei Zhiyuan had always been nice to her, hardly ever turning the other cheek with her, as if a title could make a child know how to be humble and take care of it - the cold war of the first two days didn't count, and Song Xiaobao admitted to herself that she was at a disadvantage.
That's why Xiao Bao didn't expect Wei Zhiyuan's reaction to be that big, he was like a vicious dog that had been invaded into his territory, aggressively staring at Old Lady Song and Xiao Bao at the door.
But at the slightest reaction that they intended to cross the line, he was ready to pounce and fight to the death.
Old Mrs. Song has always disliked Wei Qian, but she doesn't have much of a problem with Wei Zhiyuan--Wei Zhiyuan is just a child, pretty, and with a personality that doesn't invite annoyance, and at first glance, is more pleasing to the eye than the rowdy Xiaobao.
Old Mrs. Song first stood in the doorway and tried to reason with him, but unfortunately Wei Zhiyuan didn't listen to a single human word, and that kind of fierce and even resentful eyes, shooting out from such a big little boy, looked especially creepy.
Giving up on solving the problem peacefully with him, Mrs. Song took a step toward the door and let her luggage in.
Wei Zhiyuan snatched the old lady's bag and threw it out without mercy. He was still not enough, turned around and started to throw Song Xiaobao's school bag, Song Xiaobao's things on the table, and threw all these out, he turned around and ran to the bedroom, and threw out the pillows and quilts on Xiaobao's bed in a brainstorming manner.
If only Song Xiaobao didn't exist, if only both of them didn't exist--Wei Zhiyuan was overwhelmed by anger, and only these words were left in his heart.
Song Xiaobao went to push him, and was backhandedly pushed into an ass-crouch by Wei Zhiyuan.
"Traitor!" He pointed at Song's nose, hypocritically refraining from articulating his claim, first convicting her of a trumped-up crime to instinctively cover his heart, "You're just a big traitor!"
Song tried to plead his case at first: "I'm not a traitor, that's my grandmother."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Bah! She's a shameless old hag!"
Once Song Xiaobao heard this, he also quit and jumped to his feet, "You scolded my grandmother! What right do you have to scold my grandmother? This is my house! My brother! My grandmother! You don't belong to my family! You go!"
Wei Zhiyuan froze for two seconds, and at once ran out of words.
He cooled down from his intense anger and realized that there was no problem at all with what Song said.
Wei Zhiyuan has almost forgotten that this is indeed not his home, Wei Qian is indeed not his own brother, and he is indeed not qualified to decide, let who enter the door and not let who enter the door this issue.
The boy's anger dissipated and he was dumbfounded, his face flushed red, unable to tell if it was anger or shame.
In the blink of an eye, his young self-esteem was shattered to pieces.
Song Xiaobao blurted out a sentence and immediately regretted it, but her clumsy nature in this aspect of human affairs once again prevailed, and even if she regretted it, she didn't know what to do, so she could only keep her stubborn and capricious expression and stood still.
The two children were silent for a minute at the same time, and then without a word Wei Zhiyuan crossed over to her and turned to walk outside.
Song Xiaobao finally felt something was wrong and called out to him in a small voice, "Second brother."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't even stop.
Empty-handed, he sulked out the door with a bleak determination that was almost broken.
Wei Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and thought: go away, it's nothing, at most then go to the dumpster and the wild dogs to grab something to eat, in any case, than before is certainly strong, he has grown up three years old, consciously a man, not to mention the wild dogs, even if that day encountered the unsuspecting adults, he can use a steel pipe to defeat ......
Then he winds up smothering his head into a man's arms.
The familiar, bad smell of cigarette smoke from the man's grip on his back
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Passed, so that Wei Zhiyuan's mood in an instant changed in a way that he himself could not even understand - he blinked the work, from a courageous man to a small boy full of aggression.
Wei Zhiyuan buried his face in Wei Qian's arms and grasped him with a deadly grip, standing motionless, not allowing his brother to move in, and refusing to raise his head, he desperately tried to hold back from crying, and his two hands clutched out layer upon layer of folds in Wei Qian's coat.
As soon as Wei Qian looked up, he saw the messy luggage and bedding in the hallway, the old lady Song whose face turned from embarrassment to defense ...... and Xiao Bao who was timidly looking at him.
Wei Qian took a deep breath, and had the heart to slap this old thing to death, but Xiao Bao ...... his precious girl was so hard to come back.
He threw in the towel.
Wei Qian understands that if he wants to keep Xiao Bao, he probably has to give in to this dried up, thin, bodyless, stinking old woman ...... even though the lump in his heart is as big as a fist, and he hates to break through his chest and holler out.
He prided himself on never bowing ...... to anyone in his life even if he was as cheap as dirt until his sister forced him to compromise for the first time in his life with tearful eyes.
Stalemate for a while, Wei Qian finally reached out and gently pushed Wei Zhiyuan's shoulders, the child squirmed and refused to move, Wei Qian then slightly used a little force, broke his chin and lifted Wei Zhiyuan's head.
The teenager sighed and picked out the biggest sugar melon from the paper bag and stuffed it into Wei Zhiyuan's mouth.
Wei Zhiyuan licked it in a haze and found it to be sweet, he loved sweet food, but not the sugar melon kind of sweetness, so he pushed it aside with his tongue, a piece of his cheek bulging out, he used his teeth to separate the sugar melon from his tongue and waited for it to slowly melt.
Immediately afterward, Wei Qian shoved both the plastic bag and the paper bag in his hand into his arms, then reached his hands under his armpits, picked him up like a kitten, and carried him into the house.
"Help me wash the vegetables, let's eat dumplings tonight." Wei Qian said, deliberately ignoring the fact that there were two other people in the room, he asked Wei Zhiyuan in an almost soft manner, "Is the sugar melon good?"
Wei Zhiyuan hesitated and nodded, after a while, the little boy secretly reclaimed the sugar melons isolated to the outside of his teeth back into his mouth, licked it, and felt that it was also okay, not that hard to eat.
Wei Qian didn't pay any attention to Old Mrs. Song, nor did he stop Xiao Bao from putting her in, nor did he help Xiao Bao pick up anything.
...... But Song Lao Tai came into the kitchen period, observed his reaction for a few moments, and tried his hand at chopping the filling and rolling out the dough, and he likewise did not say anything.
Wei Zhiyuan's heart was in a difficult state, Song Xiaobao's heart was in a state of anxiety, and the one remaining adult and a teenager who could almost be an adult had reached a bizarre tacit agreement - the two of them coincidentally kept a superficial peace, with neither one of them losing, and neither one of them winning.
Old Mrs. Song finally failed to snatch her precious granddaughter away from the smelly rascal, and Wei Qian had to hold his nose and tolerate the fact that his already small home was inhabited by such an obnoxious old miscreant.
The two of them, despite the fact that they looked up and down at each other, treated each other perfectly as if they were air, and neither one of them paid any attention to the other.
That night, Song Xiaobao apologized to Wei Zhiyuan in a nebulous manner, and Wei Zhiyuan glanced at Wei Qian's expression and begrudgingly said that he would not bother with her.
That counted for the past, Xiaobao was still the little sister, and Xiaoyuan was still the second brother, and in the days that followed, they would occasionally get together to correct the answers on their winter vacation homework.
They used to do their homework together in Song Xiaobao's hut, where there was a desk and a simple little bookshelf, but since that day, Wei Zhiyuan had never entered the hut again.
He carried out his textbooks and workbooks, padded a small table with legs not as long as the one he usually didn't use much in the living room with two pieces of cardboard, and settled there from then on.
Wei Qian knew in his heart, so he went with him.
Later, Xiaobao got a little older, no longer so heartless, began to have some small calculations, once several times borrowed a variety of names, wanting to let Xiaoyuan in, but unfortunately Wei Zhiyuan completely do not eat her set, until they moved away from this historic shantytown, Wei Zhiyuan also did not step foot in the hut step again.