During that time, Wei Qian came home later and later, and had a lot of "socializing" with Le.
In the past, Wei Qian used to push these things as much as he could, but after Pocky's death, he developed a heart of death and death with Le, so of course he had to lurk around Le without moving and earn enough trust.
And the atmosphere at home was really weird, Wei Qian was really too lazy to go back.
This weird atmosphere stretched until March of that year, when Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao had both started school.
One day in March of the solar calendar, it is the second day of the second month of the old calendar, the dragon raised its head, this year's inversion of the spring cold cold evil, looking at the fast look spring, actually fell a good snow, almost buried the whole city.
Wei Qian as usual outside to accompany Le, but looks a little distracted, constantly looking down to see Le's new match for his "little smart" (Note), drink half of the time, his little smart rang, Wei Qian, a pick up, his face changed.
Le inclined his head to look at him, "What's wrong?"
Wei Qian lowered his voice and said, "My sister is sick, Le, children with high fever are prone to fall ill, I ...... want to go back to see."
Le seemed a bit reluctant, yet after all, he still gave him face, so he casually asked, "How many people will I find for you?"
Wei Qian hurriedly said, "No, I'll come back when I go home to take a look."
After Wei Qian finished, he stood up and first made amends with the crowd, then without waiting for others to react, he rubbed the bottle open with the corner of the table and blew a whole bottle of beer on the spot, which was a way of giving Le enough face.
In a crowd of big and small punks shouting, Wei Qian respectfully bent down and said softly, "Driver and car I have called for you to get ready, that 'Shield', told the driver to turn on the heat for you."
Le waved his hand with a joyful smile, "Go on."
Wei Qian does not do anything, but whenever he takes over, he always seems to be able to scratch his own itch. Le thought, he has been taking care of him is not for no reason, this young man has sharpness, can be open to life, can hold up the scene, but also is not just a rash person will only go forward, Wei Qian has his own unique oil slick, know how to save their own face, but also know how to give others face.
Wei Qian coped with these people, hurriedly ran toward home, not yet arrived home, saw Song old lady laboriously carrying Xiaobao, deep and shallow walking in the snow, followed by Wei Zhiyuan to give them an umbrella, the boy himself half of the body was wet with snow.
After all, Old Mrs. Song was old and didn't know how to take a taxi, her back was bent by Xiao Bao, and the white breath that came out of her mouth floated roughly one by one in the dripping snowy day.
Wei Qian strides over and picks Song Xiaobao up, reaches out and touches her, her forehead is rolling, he immediately takes off his coat and wraps it around her, carrying her straight to the hospital.
Xiao Bao kept changing places to live lately, making her day-to-day work, coupled with the kind of mutual hatred between Grandma and Big Brother that even a blind man could see, as well as Xiao Yuan's hard-to-resolve stigma against her, for a while, her mental pressure was unprecedentedly high.
Bo had never had so much hidden in her heart, and just as a viral cold began to spread through the school, she was magnificent.
The snow outside seems to predict the boundlessness of this winter, the hospital's iron frame beds penetrate the cold that can't be warmed up, the northwestern wind "whistles" against the window, and Xiaobao's face is red with fluid infusion.
The other three were already in a state of disarray.
Mrs. Song didn't have any experience, before registering, bringing the little girl for examination, blood test, hospitalization formalities and so on, it was all Wei Qian running, she couldn't intervene and didn't understand. All along, she has been in front of Wei Qian like a little on the two kicks, almost can represent the majority of rural middle-aged and elderly women's highest fighting force, but at this time appears to be helpless and fragile.
Her somewhat cloudy eyes always involuntarily turn uneasily with the occasional doctors and nurses coming and going, sitting on the waiting bench in the hallway, not caring about the snow water melting all over her wet body, her buttocks only dare to sit next to the edge of the point, every time someone inadvertently approaching, she will be like a schoolboy who has made a mistake, she will violently stood up, the palm of her hand unconsciously rubbing on the wet pants leg, revealing her because of the negligence of maintenance and the backs of her coarse, frost-cracked hands.
Wei Qian settled Song Xiaobao, it was already very late, he looked at the old man and young man who followed him, put on his coat and turned to leave the hospital, bought two bowls of hot soup noodles from a small restaurant not far away that was about to close, hit the bag to carry it up, condescendingly placed a bowl in front of Old Mrs. Song, and the rest pushed it to Xiaoyuan, saying in a low voice, "Eat it."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, you eat first."
Wei Qian waved his hand, fumbled for his cigarette case, stuffed it back in, and turned to go out to speak to the doctor.
Wei Qian waited for the two of them to finish eating, and then looked, see the snow outside do not know when has stopped, hand the umbrella to Wei Zhiyuan, thought for a moment, and then fished out two hundred dollars from his pocket, and stuffed him together: "Too late, the two of you go back to the building to call for a car, but also taste the taste of 'beat' , the remaining days of this household, the doctor said that Xiao Bao has to stay in the hospital for a few days."
Wei Zhiyuan: "You're not going back?"
Wei Qian: "Well, I'll stay here with her."
Wei Zhiyuan sneakily skimmed his lips, lowered his head to look at the tips of his shoes, and said in a twisted voice, "Then I won't go back either."
Wei Qian said in a nice voice, "What can you do here, don't turn around and you catch a cold too, listen, go back."
Wei Zhiyuan stubbornly kept quiet.
He really didn't want to be alone with that old woman, or he wouldn't have been so screwed up, Wei Zhiyuan actually knew that his big brother's good voice was at most two and a half sentences, more than that, he was going to be impatient.
Sure enough, Wei Qian sank his face and directly chided, "Cut the crap and get back, don't make trouble for me here!"
After chiding, Wei Qian raised his hand and touched a handful of his hair and found that it was already dry, so he urged, "Hurry up and go, there's a bit of Banlangen at home, go back and make your own water to drink."
Old Mrs. Song, on the side, broke the ground and opened her mouth to him in a gesture of weakness, "Then either I am here, I am old, Jue less ......"
Wei Qian raised the corner of his eye to look at her and said nonchalantly, "You? What would you do?"
Mrs. Song: "......"
Wei Qian sneered, turned around and pulled open the door to the hospital room, signaling both of them to "get out".
Old Mrs. Song hesitantly walked out and couldn't help but turn back to him and say, "Then ...... tomorrow morning you don't buy food outside, I'll make it for you and send it over ......"
This time Wei Qian didn't even raise his eyelids, and his eyebrows were cold, as if he had automatically blocked out her words.
Wei Zhiyuan wilted and followed Old Mrs. Song for a few steps.
"Wait." Wei Qian suddenly remembered something and opened his mouth to call out to him.
Wei Zhiyuan immediately ran back upside down as if summoned by the Lord.
Wei Qian bent down, almost close to Wei Zhiyuan's ear, whispered to him, "Go back don't forget to ask a leave with the teacher to his sister, these days ...... you go out in the morning and evening to watch the point, try to walk with other students, if someone stops you, there is no need to panic, ask you what you say truthfully, it doesn't matter, don't matter. Tell them I have been accompanying Xiaobao hospitalized, no one will give you a hard time ...... If there is something at home, just go directly to the hospital to find me, do not call my phone, I do not open."
Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him suspiciously, Wei Qian's gaze looked extraordinarily deep in the poorly lit hallway, his gaze was cold and calm, and there seemed to be dark streams of light surging inside.
"Other than that, you know nothing, remember?"
Wei Zhiyuan nodded.
The corners of Wei Qian's single thin mouth gently picked up, revealing a plausible smile in the backlight.
"Xiao Bao does not matter, has not had time to turn into pneumonia, is a viral cold, a week will be fine." Wei Qian said, "She this disease, the disease can be coincidental ......"
Later Wei Zhiyuan recalled that his brother began to end the struggle with his grandmother from this night and eased the relationship, and even later shook hands and made peace....... Oh, later he was like Xiao Bao and called Grandma Song Laotai.
Too many things happened in this night, it seems to be a turn of fate for all of them, magical as hell, but only Wei Qian's incoherent few whispers always made Wei Zhiyuan believe that sometimes those seemingly miraculous destinies, if you get to the root of the problem, it would be surprisingly man-made as well.
Xiao Bao's illness was just as the doctor had said, it came and went quickly, early the next morning, she had already changed from a high fever to a low fever, and Mrs. Song came early in the morning as she had promised to do, bringing egg custard for Xiao Bao and tea eggs and lean meat congee for Wei Qian.
The tea eggs were probably cooked all night and the flavor was soaked to the brim.
Wei Qian did not polite, took it and ate it, and found that this old man could not do anything else, but cooking is quite a handful.
Xiao Bao ate, forced himself to say a few words to his grandmother, and then fell asleep again, Old Mrs. Song sat on the side with a restrained look, and tried to talk to Wei Qian several times and three times, but Wei Qian did not appreciate it, and did not bother to give her face, and kept on ignoring her, and flipping through the pages of an old magazine with a missing page.
Old Mrs. Song was a little jittery, and after a moment of silence between the two rooms, she finally stood up and said softly, "Her brother, then you ...... then what do you want to eat at noon, I will go home to do it."
Wei Qian sneered unknowingly, "Just mind your granddaughter, I don't need you, I'm afraid you're going to drug the rats."
Song old lady eye brows a stand, looks like and want to break the curse, but her lips moved, in the end held back, did not say a word turned around and walked away, at noon still bear insults brought Wei Qian's meal.
Three meals a day, she gave a good send, change the pattern, with obvious pleasing, basically love to eat what to do, to the third day, Wei Qian finally a little bit of eating people's mouths soft, although as usual he is not much to buy, but at least not yin and yang - he closed his mouth, good words and bad words are not said.
Just after Mrs. Song left, Sanfat came.
San Fatty brought fresh fruits for Song Xiaobao and absentmindedly teased her twice before giving a tug on Wei Qian's clothes and whispering, "Qian'er, come out, Third Brother has something to say to you."
Three Fatty's face was stony, with thick dark circles under his eyes, and his big pie face seemed almost to have shrunk a little, running dangerously close to the shape of a dump cake.
Wei Qian instructed Xiaobao a few words, and went outside with Sanfat, looking for a corner where no one was, Sanfat picked up Wei Qian's collar: "Why don't you turn on your computer? Do you know what happened outside? You ......"
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Wei Qian clutched his hand and extricated himself from his collar, saying nonchalantly, "The sky is not falling."
Three Fatty: "Crap this time of the year and still play God with me, Le Xiaodong accident!"
Wei Qian looked at him expressionlessly.
"The night before last, is the day you send Xiaobao to the hospital, Le Xiaodong they finished drinking, halfway to be intercepted, his Cadillac is said to have been lazily knocked over on the spot ...... then followed his brothers are all red-eyed, the street and the other side dry up, it is the downtown area, his mother! A bunch of no spectrum of the son of a bitch, blink of an eye alarmed the police /?, some time ago the city just said to focus on the fight against the black, which will hit the muzzle of the gun, you say they are not lack of heart ......"
San Fatty rambled on for a long time, but Wei Qian suddenly interrupted him.
Wei Qian's voice was pressed into his throat, low like a whisper, his teenage timbre had faded, low like some kind of somber zither sound that seemed to carry some kind of echo.
Wei Qian asked, "Is Le Xiaodong dead?"
Three Fatty froze for two seconds, and then looked at Wei Qian incredulously for a while, before asking dumbly, "No, you ...... you knew it earlier?"
Wei Qian gave a sneering and acerbic smile, handsome to the point of being forced.
Three fat heart turn this thing around, instant cold sweat are down: "What role you play in it? You're looking for death ah Wei Qian! Le Xiaodong and those people, is our shrimp small fish can move? You ......"
Wei Qian put up an index finger on his lips.
He approached SanFat, took away a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and whispered, ''Brother San, you are right, I am just a shrimp and small fish, I am not a role of any kind. I left without finishing my meal at that time, neither knowing when he would leave nor which road he would take, do you think Le could be ambushed even if he changed his place of residence every night? It's simply too bizarre."
The three fat dumbfounded second lack of expression as if they had just been abducted by aliens.
"But knowing that he's dead, I'm relieved." Wei Qian held his chin with one hand, his fingers rubbed his face that was slightly sprouting some stubble, took his cigarette case and walked out, the hospital didn't allow smoking, and it was about to suffocate him in the past few days.
That major drug trafficking case, was involved in not only hemp such a scapegoat, but also the real big head and the old gun, Lok alone, even the outsiders can see what's going on, not to mention the people involved in it.
This person, LOK Hiu-tung, is simply like YUAN Tai-tau back then, who was busy dropping stones and biting back at DUAN Qirui, with the result that the whole nation unanimously agreed that it was he who assassinated SUNG Chiao-yin.
Le Xiaodong is the same, as a short-sighted conspirator, when it comes to things do not think about how to sit on the big picture, the first first time to take themselves out, but also take off not very clever.
Wei Qian knew that ever since that incident, there were countless pairs of eyes on Le Xiaodong - because someone had once approached him, and he was in a delicate position as a popular fighter under Le Xiaodong, who also had a close personal relationship with the dead Asako.
However, Wei Qian did not agree in person, turned his face and sold the other party to Le Xiaodong, expressed a heartfelt, but also let Le Xiaodong, who was a little suspicious of him because of the hemp, to rest assured.
Who will send them Lok on their way to the Yellow Springs if not the foolish and loyal silly minions?
Le Xiaodong is the Great Dragon, and even though less than one in twelve people in the world are of this genus, he just thinks that his genus is unique and has an imperial aura.
He put every year to the February 2nd Dragon Heads up as a festival over, is bound to feast guests, Wei Qian before leaving for the Le prepared his car - Le Xiaodong raised a number of famous cars, but the most favorite Cadillac, not for anything else, just because the car over the CCTV a skit, the whole of China know, all know that it is expensive.
...... as well as the four words appear to be high end and foreign.
Wei Qian's "horse's fart" is very ironic, and Le was very satisfied at that time.
Le Xiaodong has a lot of places to live, determined to be cunning, no one can find him. Every time he sat in the car and decided where to go, he thought it was impossible for others to predict his itinerary in advance.
Unfortunately, one year his wife went to Scandinavia to sweep the goods, brought him a piece of heavenly name table, Le Xiaodong, whether or not it is just early spring, in order to put the table out, hard to wear short sleeves that time, Wei Qian understood that he would go that way tonight.
Le Xiaodong complacent drink, feast guests as the emperor of the earth, attentive little brother to the preparation of the emperor of the earth car, alcohol on the head, he is not close to the city center of the square to turn around to show off his car, the heart of the heart how difficult it is ah.
From the square around, just connected to the viaduct to the North City, Le Xiaodong in the North City has a more than nine hundred square feet of single-family houses, is the king of the villas in that area, which maintains the three can actually coexist peacefully oddball mistresses, one of them has just been in the "people" under the point of view of the Le Xiaodong in a good mood to take advantage of the phone call to him to "birthday" deliberately put the "Dragon's Head" as his birthday to please him to wish the dragon heart great pleasure. Wish birthday", deliberately put "dragon head" as his birthday to please, Le Xiaodong wishing the dragon heart great joy. All by the way, if he does not go to see his "three palaces", the heart of how hard it is ah.
Oh, by the way, Le never drove, never rode in the passenger seat, and he thought the front two seats of the car dropped his price.
So just punch the back and hit it.
People who are too outgoing are better suited to being small, because they are not destined to go too far, and they usually die unjustly halfway through the process somehow.
Author's Note: Note: A SCT is a simple cell phone