Not long after, there are people crowded over, Wei Qian was pushed to one side, the person seems to be a paramedic, idly pressed Scar's carotid artery, and turned his eyelids, a few minutes later stood up, looked indifferent and announced: "Carry away, dead, this bad boy himself stimulants ate too much sudden death. No ability to fight, but also learn others on the stage, deserved."
This sentence caused a group of anger, the party just lost money people have jumped out to scold the dealer backdoor operation, the stage is still staged on the next life and death struggle, the stage has developed into a group fight, only the opening, the high / high tide.
Wei Qian dodged a few punches that narrowly missed him, a passerby, and silently walked out, and in the wet, sticky night air, he quickly crossed the street and walked to a small supermarket that sells cigarettes, wine, tea, and candy, bought a pack of cigarettes, monkeyed around with unwrapping them, and pulled out one to light it up and shove it in his mouth.
An old man who was planning to go into the supermarket looked at him twice and, looking at him, thought that he was not smoking but taking drugs and froze in fear, going around the road.
From start to finish, Wei Qian was expressionless, only his hands covered in cold sweat kept shivering.
When he went back, Wei Zhiyuan had already fallen asleep.
Wei Zhiyuan hadn't smelled that thick, choking odor of cigarette smoke for a long time, and he opened his eyes in a half-asleep state, asking in a daze, "You smoked?"
Wei Qian answered softly, "Well, not next time, I'll take a shower, you sleep."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't squeak and didn't have a problem with him smoking, he was even obsessed with the smell.
The room that Zhao Laojiu gave them was a standard room, the conditions were good, the air conditioner was cold enough and the environment was clean. The most important thing was that there were two beds, squeezing together at home was out of the question, here, Wei Qian did not intend to condescend himself, so after a hasty wash, he laid down on the other bed.
Wei Zhiyuan had completely woken up at this time, he was very unaccustomed to find that his big brother had no intention of sleeping with him, after waiting for a while, Wei Zhiyuan estimated that his big brother had already fallen asleep, so he stepped on his slippers and quietly climbed into Wei Qian's bed.
Who knew that Wei Qian wasn't asleep either, and he opened his eyes as soon as the cubs moved.
Wei Qian was getting annoyed in his heart and slapped Wei Zhiyuan on the back without any good humor, "What are you coming over to beg for again?"
Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything and lightly burrowed into his quilt.
Wei Qian: "Are you sick? There are two beds and you have to come to me to squeeze in."
Wei Zhiyuan whispered, "I want to sleep with brother."
Wei Qian lowered his eyes expressionlessly to look at him.
Wei Zhiyuan shrank downward, avoiding his gaze, and reached around one of Wei Qian's arms, playing a silent trick.
Wei Qian crowed and laughed, this little thing has been eleven or twelve years old, but it is still so sticky, sticking to him all the way from home to the south, going out all the way, but also sticking to his bed ...... all the time is really sad.
Wei Qian didn't drive him away again, and borderline remembered something else.
Zhao Laojiu gave him a thousand dollars is still in the shirt chest pocket, make him like a fish in the throat, lying on his back also pressure chest pain, Wei Qian is considering, with this thousand dollars just run away quietly, never again come to this is the feasibility of the place of wrongdoing.
However, the words that Zhao Laojiu had said to him inevitably echoed in Wei Qian's head, and Wei Qian was depressed to realize that Zhao Laojiu had simply seen through him.
Going to fight/blackmail for a couple thousand bucks sounds like something only someone with a hole in their head could do.
Rationally, Wei Qian of course agreed with this view, yet the dozen or so RMBs just lingered and lingered in his head.
There was no way he could drive this crazy craving away.
Wei Qian suddenly understood, some all day by their own husband wife in the spirit or physical abuse, even still crying and refused to divorce the psychopaths are how to think, that is really obsessive ah, really cut off the true love ah!
Wei Qian thought to himself mockingly, dare not say anything else, but his feelings for RMB are definitely not inferior to any kind of love or twisted or obsessive love in the world.
It's not too much to say that it's soulful and haunted.
So the question of whether to take the money or his life began a fierce battle in his head, fiercer than when he'd pondered whether to kill his mother with a pocket knife.
Just then, Wei Zhiyuan spoke.
Wei Zhiyuan said, "Brother, I need to tell you something."
Wei Qian absently and casually responded, "Huh?"
"There's a Szechuan restaurant underneath our building, and I talked to the owner, and from now on I'm going to work for them, serving plates and food, and the owner promised to pay me five dollars a day."
Wei Qian froze and came back to his senses, "What did you say?"
Wei Zhiyuan continued, "They thought I was small at first, afraid that someone would come to investigate, so I said I could pretend to be their son and come over to help out during summer vacation--Brother, I've seen their recruiting ads, and I've also inquired about it, and if I found an adult to do it, I would have to pay at least ten dollars a day, and as long as the boss isn't stupid, he's I'm sure he'll want me."
Wei Qian didn't say anything for a long time, Wei Zhiyuan was afraid that he would be upset, and hastened to add, "I won't mess up for you, I go out every morning at ten o'clock and come back in the evening."
Wei Qian turned around and put his arm around Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder, "Is your brother poor and crazy? Lack you this five dollars?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "I can make money too, I'm not a liability."
Wei Zhiyuan said the word "burdensome" so softly that it was almost swallowed into his throat, but Wei Qian was too close and still heard it.
Wei Qian suddenly moved in his heart, heard the meaning of his words, vaguely a little bit not taste, after a while, he stumbled undecidedly asked: "Xiao Yuan, big brother is not good to you?"
Wei Zhiyuan froze and quickly shook his head.
Wei Qian raised his hand and touched
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His head, putting his voice as level as he could, "You're not a liability, and neither is Bao, you're still young, it's only right that I raise you."
Wei Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at him, Wei Qian slightly roughly pressed his head down, "In the future, when you two grow up, you can remember to give me old age on the ...... line, sleep."
After he said this, miraculously, his heart was clear, and he no longer considered the question of whether he wanted money or life - Wei Qian decided that he would contact Zhao Laojiu tomorrow, and that he intended to take a week's rest and go back on the field afterward.
What if it's really dead?
If it's dead, he thought, so be it.
Life and death have their destiny, wealth and fortune, he came all the way here to fight/black boxing, in the end, not for others, always more for himself, he wants a future, he has to fight, nothing to say, nothing to complain, fair enough.
Wei Zhiyuan would have preferred to be dumb if he knew that it was his words that pushed his brother into the ring.
The beginning of a week, lived very peacefully, Wei Zhiyuan do not know what the big brother is busy, anyway, every morning, like sending him to school to send him to the small hotel, and in the evening will be on time to pick him back, someone on time to send them meals, sometimes or he has never eaten a foreign meal, Wei Zhiyuan have a kind of illusion that they are here to travel.
However, a week passed quickly, and that day, Wei Qian came late for the first time.
The day will be late, the hotel guests less, Wei Zhiyuan do not have to run a trip to serve the food, he sat on a small bench boss gave him, almost staring at the door, staring at a moment, look up a moment to see the table, has waited until the day has been completely dark, a person only lifted the curtains to come in, first politely rushed to the hotel boss nodded, and then Wei Zhiyuan waved.
The boss's wife had just stuffed five dollars into Wei Zhiyuan's pocket, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't wait to pounce on Wei Qian, like a cannonball, every time he pounced like this, his big brother would be able to catch him with one hand and then use his arm to pin him down, yoyoing him up with his feet off the ground, but this time, Wei Zhiyuan acutely felt that his big brother dodged out of the way.
The moment he lunged over, Wei Qian unnaturally bent his back a bit, only catching Wei Zhiyuan with his arm, stopping him from continuing to lunge forward, and then turned halfway around, sideways to him, before pulling him towards the hotel.
The smile on Wei Zhiyuan's face instantly tightened and he frowned and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Qian: "Not much."
Wei Zhiyuan leaned towards him and wrinkled his nose, smelling a scent of blood on him, "Then why do you smell like blood?"
Wei Qian lied without batting an eyelid and said, "I met a pig killer on the road, splashed me with blood, and it was hard to wipe it clean."
Wei Zhiyuan felt that his intelligence had been insincerely insulted.
Wei Qian, however, did not move and led him to a McDonald's, a kind of junk food that no one would even want to eat later on, but back then when it first came into the country it was still quite a luxury, with its colorful decorations and packaging, smelling better than it tasted, and so it had a huge attraction to children.
Wei Qian rushed in when it was about to close and went in to buy a children's set and an ice cream for Wei Zhiyuan.
"I'm warning you," Wei Qian said, "just eat it, go back and don't tell your sister, she's annoying as hell, you hear me?"
Wei Zhiyuan was instinctively attracted to the food on the one hand, but on the other hand, his heart was torn between the two, he nodded with a bitter expression and lifted the ice cream to Wei Qian's mouth, "You taste it."
Wei Qian flickered back, a pained expression flickering across his face, waving his hand in rejection, "I'm full, I don't have an appetite."
When he finished, as if to make himself seem more credible, he said with mock disdain, "It's all for children."
Wei Zhiyuan retracted his hand with some regret and cherished a lick of this dead expensive ice cream in his hand, all the while surreptitiously observing his brother.
Borrowing the weak street light, Wei Zhiyuan realized that Wei Qian's face was extremely pale, and the sweat on his forehead soaked a few strands of his hair, sticking to the corners of his forehead and temples, almost appearing as if he was somewhat emaciated.
Wei Qian's brow furrowed slightly and kept that expression.
Wei Qian, this person, and unfamiliar people how to call brother and brother can be, even if he is born with a solitary character, the days of begging for a living around also sharpened him into a person who knows how to be smooth, only to face his family, his original stinky temper will not be hidden.
Wei Zhiyuan know, big brother extremely hate other people noisy, especially hate grandmother nagging, in the family, he wants to maintain parental dignity, so do not like to make himself look lively, he rarely laugh, also rarely praise anyone, over time, Wei Zhiyuan can only through his behavior and subtle expression to judge his mood good or bad.
In his experience, his brother was mostly in a pleasant mood when his face was expressionless but his body posture was relaxed.
If you have a bad face, but are willing to open your mouth and curse, you are upset, but the upset is so mild that it's the kind that you forget in the blink of an eye.
If his face sinks while his eyes become sharp and he doesn't say a word, he's very angry.
He would not frown all the time, only when he was not feeling well would he unconsciously frown gently for a long time, looking with a very serious expression, but actually enduring the pain.
Wei Zhiyuan silently finished his food and was obediently sent to bed by Wei Qian. He kept his eyes closed and pretended - this trick Wei Zhiyuan was familiar with, when he was first taken in by his big brother, he was always worried that he would be thrown out at night and didn't dare to sleep through the night, sometimes his nerves were too nervous to sleep, so he would pretend to be asleep.
Sure enough, not long after, Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian rustling up, and he felt that his big brother's movements were a bit stagnant, and his arms propped up on the bed were slightly shaking.
Wei Zhiyuan secretly opened his eyes a small slit, Wei Qian seemed to remember something and suddenly turned around, Wei Zhiyuan hastily closed his eyes.
Fortunately, Wei Qian didn't pay attention and quickly stood up, fished out the injury medicine from the drawer of the nightstand and walked into the bathroom.
Just took off his shirt, before he had time to rub the medicine, Wei Qian first held the toilet and vomited, however, there was nothing in his stomach, just acidic water, and his opponent's punch hit his stomach, a solid one, so much so that he couldn't help but be nauseated when Wei Zhiyuan made him eat ice cream.
It took a while for the retching to settle down, Wei Qian could barely stand up straight, and after looking down carefully to make sure there was no blood in the toilet bowl, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
After all, it's young and not serious.
Wei Qian rested against the wall for a few moments before rinsing his mouth with water and starting to treat the wounds on his body.
His bare/naked upper body was covered with horrible bruises, and there was a large purple bruise that seemed like a spider web on his crotch bone where his pants were pinned, Wei Qian gritted his teeth, drew down his belt, pulled his pants a little bit, and dabbed the ointment first and pressed it vigorously into the bruise, he wanted to push the bruise away and the joints to move apart.
Suffered this kind of trauma people know, the joints bruised a large piece of the original pain is difficult to bend, if they are accustomed to move, a long time, may be really painful to bend over, have to take advantage of the time is not "rusted", have to endure the pain to move it.
Underground boxing is more dangerous than he thought, only the first game, the lowest level, Wei Qian won tough, but he has already stepped out of this step, in his pocket there are still Hu Sifu called to send three thousand dollars of pay and prize money, he can't back out, unless he stayed through the Zhao Laojiu said three games.
But tough to tough, he this level of fighting, although all over the body wounds are inevitable, but always can not die, besides Zhao Laojiu only said three games, and does not necessarily have to win, really can not he can also admit defeat - provided that Hu four masters and Zhao Laojiu they are willing to allow him to step by step to upgrade, step by step to finish the three games.
The person who died at his feet that day has always lingered in Wei Qian's mind, like this black boxing ring, almost everyone will take doping, this is the unspoken rule, the boxing ring will also provide doping trade, but a little bit of common sense people know that this thing ultimately have degrees, overdose to the human body caused by the damage is irreversible, and may even go to the spot to see the ancestors.
That scarred man looked like a veteran, there was no way he didn't understand this, and his opponent was covered in medium looking block muscles, not necessarily enough explosive power or endurance, definitely not powerful enough for that scar to be dead set on dunking this stuff.
Either something is pushing him, or ...... the stimulant he is taking is not a common one on the market.
The pain stimulated Wei Qian s brain, he put down a vicious hand to rub the bruises on his body, but his brain turned fast, to this point, he suddenly had a terrible idea, if Hu Si masters go around to find some rootless fighters like themselves, not just to warm up the scene, but to ...... test the drug?
Wei Qian was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that at the bathroom door, Wei Zhiyuan ran down the bed with his bare feet and was cautiously looking in through the doorway. Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were red, like an enraged beast, he desperately gritted his teeth to bear it, a tendon jumped endlessly near his temple, and he had the illusion that he had bitten his teeth to pieces.
After an unknown period of time, Wei Qian put down the box of ointment, propped his hands on the washbasin, gently "hissed", and then received a handful of cool water, washing away his head and face of cold sweat.
Only then did Wei Zhiyuan come back from a piece of wood, quietly leaving and lying back on the bed.
He didn't lie down for long before Wei Qian came out with a cold vapor and medicinal smell, however, he seemed to have remembered about this little cub's nose spirit, after hesitating for a while, Wei Qian bent down and pulled the quilt for Wei Zhiyuan, turning around and heading towards the other bed.
Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't help himself and said in a muffled voice, "Brother."
Wei Qian was startled by his sudden outburst.
I heard the little cub suddenly come with a sobbing voice: "If you don't have money, sell me."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't think so in his heart, and he didn't know why the words came out of his mouth.
Probably ...... because he really has no body.