Bo was in the hospital for a whole week.
The day she was hospitalized it snowed the city, but by the time she was discharged the temperature had soared a dozen degrees, and spring flowers were calling.
Mrs. Song cooked a big pot of dumplings at home.
Xiaobao realized that the once saber-rattling Big Brother and Grandma seemed to have miraculously eased their relationship, and with her being so sick, Xiaoyuan couldn't be bothered to cross her again, and took out his notes from the past few days and gave them to her.
The third floor of an old silo in a shantytown, in a one-room ramshackle house, suddenly smelled like home.
Le Xiaodong died, Wei Qian chest a mouth of stagnant hatred seems to go with it, his essence seems to change a lot of ...... where changed, three fat can not say, just feel that he is not so deep hostility.
Either way, it's a good thing.
When he was about to pick up Asako's mom from the hospital, San Fat brought Little Hoe and Wei Qian to Asako's door.
Three fat to the palm of the hand spit two spittle, in the tree under a burst of planing: "Pocky that kid, belongs to the groundhog, everything to the ground buried, certainly left something - hey, Master Qian, you can not be on the side of the tie hand watching it? Can you drive over and move your honorable paws to help my old pig?"
Wei Qian knocked off the mud scuffed on his shoes and said without lifting his head, "Second Senior Brother, Master gave you the opportunity to lose weight, so cut the fucking crap and shake off the fat and dig."
After he finished, he fished out a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth and lit it, then stuck it upside down under the big acacia tree and patted the trunk: "Haven't tasted it for a long time, have you? Not a good smoke, you make do."
The big acacia tree stood quietly to one side, rustling in the breeze and with the slightly crooked smoke.
Really just a bit like the hemp, always standing there without a word, whoever looks at him, he will giggle at whoever, without asking, without squeaking.
Three fat soon dug out the hemp buried in the ground money, plastic bags sealed up in the envelope is also sandwiched between a note, said he was about to go away to his hometown, had to be cheeky to his mom entrusted to the two brothers ...... "entrusted" of the "to "I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that," he said.
This illiterate fryer, the oldest of them all, can't write a suicide note as well as Xiao Yuan, who had just gone to school for two months back then.
Wei Qian and the three fat together for a while, decided to hide the hemp son has died this matter, only the money and the note to the hemp son mother, to the hemp son mother unified caliber, said hemp son in order to give her to save money for treatment, followed a group of business people left, on the Cambodian selling coffee beans to go to Cambodia ......" to Cambodia "This rhetoric is three fat thought, counting far away from home, right on the words of the note.
Asako mom cut off an arm and a leg, has been considered disabled, according to the regulations, she can apply for the five guaranteed households, but unfortunately all down is not so easy, need to be a long process of opening a variety of certificates and running formalities - otherwise back then Weiqian can also be applied for in the name of the minors, but at that time it was too time-consuming, he didn't have the strength of mind to run, can't afford it.
Now he and the three fat people have the heart and strength, but this still can not be done, because it can not pass the hemp mother's own hurdle.
When Wei Qian tried to bring up this matter, Ma Zi Ma firmly believed that she already had a nearly adult, and have the ability to work son, now the son is not in sight, but go abroad to do business, have financial resources, she should not deliberately cheat the government that little subsidy.
She was so aware that it simply made Wei Qian's brain hurt, so when he went back, he whacked San Fat hard.
It's all because of this fat bastard's bad idea, making up bad lies, well, he lifted a stone and hit his own foot.
Wei Qian didn't go back to the nightclub, and he didn't even care anymore who took care of the property after Le Xiaodong died.
"Little Wei has disappeared along with the dead Lok, washed his hands of the world, he did a good job as a fighter, everyone knows that he is just a biting dog raised by Lok, even if his teeth are strong, no one pays attention to him, they have something else to break each other's head.
Weiqian asked Sanfat Dad to find a job as a factory order taker - oh, to put it bluntly, it's just moving stuff.
Temporary labor, pay by piece, pure physical work, lunch, one person two steamed bread, Wei Qian did not do much time, full of hands are big bubbles, all day is dirty, all day long to look at people's faces.
The days of the hitman "Xiao Wei brother", a snap of the fingers into a mirror.
Wei Qian began to do this work on the third day, squatting on the side of the road with a needle to pick the blood blisters on his hands, his heart so calm that he was surprised. He used to think that such days would bend his young spine, and he would think of the distance of 100,000 light-years between his virtue and the word "outstanding", and he would feel as if his heart was in a knife's throat.
And yet it didn't.
Now he wants to "make a name for himself" that kind of heart still hasn't changed a bit, he is still a dream to make a lot of money money, still need money, need to support the family, but probably he has witnessed enough of the flashy, experienced the bone-chilling life and death, his heart has unconsciously sunk down a lot.
Even more delighted about this was Mrs. Song.
Even if Wei Qian was yelled at every day, like a grandson to work, she was also pleased for him to finally "on the right track" relieved. She is from crops, do not think there is anything wrong with manual labor, with the strength to eat, eat natural. Doing small jobs, even if the chaff, also than in and out of nightclubs wearing gold and silver strong.
While subjectively believing that Wei Qian had a bright future ahead of him, Mrs. Song also finally realized that this big boy, not yet eighteen years old, was already indeed holding up a family, and treated him a little better.
She didn't know where to get the ointment for bruises and secretly put it on Wei Qian's bedside table, and in order to help Wei Qian subsidize the household, she got up at three o'clock in the morning, boiled a pot of tea eggs and corn, and stepped on people's work time to go out to sell, and then in the afternoon, she went to collect the cardboard boxes, wrappers, and bottles to sell.
Even Wei Qian had to admit that this neurotic old woman was a remarkable character - she just got up five nights and climbed half the night, but she was still able to take care of the children's three meals a day at home, and still hale and hearty enough to fight 300 rounds of battle with that wicked old woman in the neighborhood every day, greeting each other ? cursing war a whole lot.
Wicked old lady was Wei Qian as a child with a kitchen knife scared, do not dare to go out hard, the two families each on the door chain, leaving a doorway for sound unimpeded, go to war.
These two old goods pinched out the style pinched out the level, the dirty words popping out of his mouth made Wei Qian, a professional hooligan, couldn't listen to it.
Three fat do not go out into the goods, sitting in the hallway, grab a handful of melons, while stoned, while listening to a section, and so on the end of the battle, he patted the melon skin, pulling his voice and applauding, his voice is loud, a person can create a "full house" effect.
That's when Mrs. Song and Mrs. Wicked are aligned.
Mrs. Song scolded, "Little/pussy child!"
The wicked old woman scolded, "Big pussy fatso!"
The three fat men put together a "douchebag" and wriggled away contentedly.
Later Wei Qian went over and kicked the door latch of the evil old lady's house, and then had a big fight with old lady Song at home, so that these two bastard old ladies put their mouths clean, don't teach all the good children to be bad.
...... It turned out that the two shrews could not fight him alone, so the two of them consciously shifted the cutting time to the late afternoon, when children and teenagers go to school, and truce on weekends and legal holidays.
Weiqian quit smoking; it's too expensive.
Wei Zhiyuan felt that there were two smells that impressed him in his childhood, one was the cheap tobacco smell and the other was the medicinal smell of the later bruise cream.
During that time, every day when he finished his homework and looked up, his elder brother must have been tired to lie on the bed and slept to death, and the day gradually got hot, Wei Qian wore a "two-pole beam" undershirt and big pants, and put the thin blanket to the waist, leaving Wei Zhiyuan a back.
The hitman career and heavy physical labor sharpened Wei Qian to the point that there was not a trace of fat around his waist, long and tight muscles were tightly packed, his backside was always narrow and concave, and his protruding pair of shoulder blades were like a pair of unfolded wings, as if as long as they were hidden underneath, they would never be harmed.
Wei Zhiyuan glanced at him, and then looked down to write two lines of words, and was copying a word from a text, the word is "elder brother as father".
The boy wrote neatly five times as the teacher requested, then closed the book, turned off the light, climbed onto the bed following the smell of medicine in the air that he had become accustomed to, crawled over Wei Qian, and skillfully burrowed into his arms, and Wei Qian subconsciously lifted his hand in his half-asleep state to pat the child's back, and whispered in a nasally voice, "Go to sleep."
Wei Zhiyuan discerned the meaning of favor that was just the right consistency from these two words, and closed his eyes contentedly, enjoying the most comfortable moment of the day.
Since then, every time you mention "happiness", Wei Zhiyuan will remember when he was young, nestled in the arms of his big brother, rubbing against his chest, closed his eyes and waited for the moment of deep sleep,......, even though he has grown up to the point where his big brother's arms can no longer fit.
Another six months passed in a hurry.
It was the day of Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan's final exams, and after the exams it meant summer vacation.
The summer sun was on fire, and Wei Qian rode a twenty-dollar used
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Bicycle, came to the cold drink wholesale market, vendors are from here to buy goods, Wei Qian also intends to wholesale a box of ice cream to go home to the two pups to relieve their cravings.
Many families with children, cold drinks consume a large number of people will buy a box of ice cream directly from here to go back, the average retail one or two dollars of ice cream, the wholesale price of only 40 or 50 cents, can save a lot.
Wei Qian was looking at the product list when suddenly, a man called out to him a bit hesitantly.
"Wei Qian? Are you ...... not Wei Qian?"
Wei Qian turned back to look, only to see that the other party is a somewhat familiar middle-aged woman, he first froze for a moment, and then carefully sized her up before he remembered with a sudden realization, "You ...... you're Ms. Li?"
Ms. Li walked over quickly on her heels and asked repeatedly, "It's really you! What's wrong with you? You quit school without even saying hello, I've been looking for you for a long time, but there's been no news, what the hell have you been doing? What's the big deal? Why don't you finish school?"
Three years, suddenly saw her, Wei Qian actually had a feeling of a world apart, school? That seems ...... to have been a lifetime ago.
However, facing his old class teacher, Wei Qian couldn't help but lower his head, and at this moment, he looked neither like a tyrannical and ferocious nightclub fighter nor a silent young laborer.
He suddenly became like a normal, somewhat formal middle school student in front of his teacher.
Wei Qian smiled bitterly, "Teacher, this is a long story."
Wei Qian's return home with a carton of ice cream and a strange middle-aged woman was a huge surprise to all the family members-because as far as I can remember, Big Brother has never been so polite to anyone.
This guest was neatly dressed, with glasses, spoke politely, very polite, and looked at his hands and feet to know that he was an intellectual, and out of place in his surroundings.
After Grandma figured out Mr. Li's identity, she was so shocked that she couldn't even speak properly - the administrative area of her hometown is like this, first is the province, below the province is the city, each city governs a dozen counties under its jurisdiction, which constitutes an administrative region, and there are seven or eight townships under a county, and it is only below the townships that there are countless small villages.
Mrs. Song's hometown is relatively remote and backward, the village children in elementary school to go to the township, junior high school to go far away from the county, high school will have to take a seven or eight hours to go to the city, their village for many years have not been able to get into high school.
Not to mention a high school teacher, the first living high school teacher she'd ever seen in her life.
Mrs. Song almost treated Ms. Li as a national leader to receive, took out all her skills, made a table of the highest specification dishes, and insisted on leaving her for dinner.
Ms. Li was really gracious, so she had to sit down in front of the dinner table, looking at the family, Ms. Li more or less understood the reason why Wei Qian dropped out of school, she said tentatively while dealing with the enthusiastic old lady Song who kept on giving her food: "Wei Qian, I remember that your grades were quite good at that time, honestly, it's really quite a pity to just stop going to school. "
Wei Qian didn't answer and picked up a small bowl on one side, "Teacher I'll give you a bowl of soup."
Li teacher took over, then said: "You know, I also work in our school for more than twenty years, as a veteran teacher, in the school leadership that more or less a bit of face, and your uncle ...... Oh, that is, my husband, he works in the city Department of Education, if you are willing to, I can let him think of a way to help you to get the school registration back. back, just inserted in the class I now take."
At those words, everyone at the table stopped moving in unison.