Wei Qian first froze, then his heart surged a indescribable flavor, seems to be a kind of connection without bloodline, in his heart tip tugged a little.
He relaxed his body, leaning back against the cold sink, feeling the chill almost analgesic.
"Nonsense what?" Wei Qian looked at him, suddenly laughed, half jokingly asked, "Boy, you can be worth a few dollars? Little girls can be bought back as child brides, buy you a half-grown boy back for what? For people to eat ah?"
Wei Zhiyuan realized that he had said something stupid, he suddenly realized that he couldn't change it back, but whenever he opened his mouth, he would instinctively simulate the mentally retarded child Song Xiaobao, picking out the most stupid things to say.
Wei Zhiyuan decided that he couldn't go on like this, it wasn't enough to be likeable, and it wasn't enough to be pampered and act cute.
He stood upright, as if he were a pioneer taking an oath to the flag and said in a loud voice, "When I grow up, I'll take care of you, I'll make money, I'll support you, okay."
Wei Qian's heart suddenly softened a bit, for the first time he clearly felt that he had sunk down a piece of his heart, so much so that he was at a loss for words and almost didn't know how to express himself, so he had to make a nasty grown-up look and joked about Wei Zhiyuan: "Then you grow faster, I see that the radish grows faster than you."
Wei Zhiyuan swore, "I want to grow up tomorrow, I ...... I have been good to you all my life, and I won't let you suffer a little bit in the future."
"Grow up tomorrow?" Wei Qian bent down and picked up Wei Zhiyuan with one hand, dropping the shoeless cub on the bed, "Where am I going to find you fertilizer with such immediate results?"
The muscles in his arm trembled involuntarily, to the point where one hand was a bit unsteady, Wei Zhiyuan instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck, and in the next second, sardonically retracted his hand - he suddenly felt a bit ashamed of this action, as if in just the blink of an eye, he had already grown up to the stage where he was uncomfortable with this kind of childlike closeness.
Wei Qian turned off the light and quickly fell asleep.
On the one hand, he was really tired, and on the other hand, it was a certain sense of strength that belonged to a real adult that he got from his brother, and which sustained him frankly and calmly.
Want him dead? It's not that easy. Le Xiaodong might not have had time to reincarnate.
Wei Zhiyuan closed his mouth, and in the darkness, he opened his eyes to look at his brother's side face with blurred outlines.
He gently closed his eyes, his expression peaceful, the bridge of the nose and the side of the lips as if painted, the hair is a little long, a strand of the forehead fell down diagonally, showing vaguely a few minutes of the childishness that will soon fade away.
In Wei Zhiyuan's initially formed aesthetic, he felt that there is no second person in the world than his brother to look good, his brother is like the invincible God of Heaven, the original should fall on his head of the suffering all carried away, in the stormy weather to support a small pergola.
The next day, Wei Qian still didn't dare to eat too much, and his stomach was still aching.
Wei Zhiyuan ran to the small restaurant to take a day off, and when he came back, he began to pester Wei Qian, strongly requesting to go home, and the little thing was desperately trying to mold himself into a little manly image yesterday, and now the old state is back, and he began to be pampered and play a lout and do everything ...... He probably won t use other tricks to deal with his brother.
...... The result of his resistance was that he was forked in the mouth by Wei Qian with clear tape.
Wei Qian briefly moved around before sitting down to look through the used textbooks he had brought with him.
High school textbooks are a very anticlimactic thing, in a nutshell, they are as boring as they need to be, but Wei Qian doesn't feel it, he reads them with hunger and enjoyment.
Wei Qian has been away from school for too long and doesn't want to go back to keep up.
Every time he opened the old textbook, his heart will be miraculously quiet ...... Moreover, in his opinion, it is also quite fun, the original owner of the book is a cool love to publish their own feelings of the odd man out, even trigonometry can let him make up each out of a variety of small paragraphs, this odd man is also very good at drawing turtles, in addition to the main text and the notes of the place, each blank In addition to the main text and notes, every blank corner is filled with a variety of turtles, each scratching their heads, and so on.
Oh yeah, the oddball labeled the last page, "When the divine turtle comes out, who will compete with it, and if you want to become a turtle, you have to go to the palace yourself first."
I wonder what kind of reading this person has done.
Wei Qian remained calm until noon, until the food delivery man came.
The visitor brought two portions of food - Wei Zhiyuan usually works across the street and does not come back to eat at noon, so the food delivery is only for him, and on this day, Wei Qian did not even instruct the other party to send an extra portion to ...... them because he did not have an appetite. this shows that someone is watching them.
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It was ordered by Zhao Laojiu, so maybe it was their own property, in which case, even the house wasn't necessarily safe, as there were likely to be cameras.
When Wei Qian thought of this, he immediately maintained his nonchalant expression and silently sat back on the small sofa and table that came with the standard room, pulling out a piece of Post-it note paper and copying the "Turtle" from an old textbook as if he had nothing better to do, while sinking his heart into a careful consideration.
Wei Qian is accustomed to guess the hearts of the people, he knows that most of the fighters at the bottom of the same as himself, lack of money, want to make a profit and then go, for these people, the appearance of the fee to get, the prize money is most likely not extravagant, that is, no one will be in order to win and play.
If they get through the second one unscathed, then the third one will surely come, but it's highly unlikely that they'll choose to dope - because it's no big deal to lose and beg for forgiveness and surrender and take a couple of hits if they lose.
But if they're pushed to the brink in the second, then these guys more than likely won't play in the third.
Wei Qian didn't know how closely the other side was monitoring, he could basically guess that the hotel was owned by the other side, but whether there was any surveillance in the house, whether the cell phone was tapped, and whether he would be followed when he went out, Wei Qian couldn't be sure - there might be one or two of them, but it was unlikely to be everything, and it was unlikely that Zhao Laogu and the others would have that much energy.
Taking a step back, assuming that Zhao Laojiu could really be facile, the entire downtown area would be in their pocket, and there was no way for these people to retreat, at least they could still play dead in the third game.
It's always understandable to force your way into the ring half-dead and get slapped down, right?
Wei Qian sketched out a playful king's tail with a single stroke, and the tip of his pen lurched as he thought to himself, "How would it have to be designed to make them, these life-thirsty and money-hungry poor fighters, rise to the occasion and play for their lives?
Poking at soft spots? Like kidnapping family members?
It also seems unlikely, according to his understanding these days, many low-level fighters are homeless, jobless, bachelor, and these people south of the accent, from wherever, that project is too big, laborious not to mention not in their own territory, but also prone to accidents.
So Wei Qian concluded that the key factor was much simpler and straightforward - either money or blood.
He guessed that the time between the second and third games must be very short, and it was even possible that those people would force him to play two games in one day ...... But how?
This specific method of operation must be very simple, but clever and effective.
Wei Qian outlined over and over again Wang Bao tail, thinking about the greed for money, he can control, there is a degree in his heart, earn enough to go. And Wei Qian believes that many people are also like him, there is such a spectrum in his heart, as for the blood ...... which of them have not seen the three religions and nine streams, and some of them have not been small in age, the blood is not so easy to be inspired.
He couldn't think of anything for the time being, so he put down his pen and raised his hand to call over Wei Zhiyuan, "Go, go out with me and send money to grandma."
Wei Qian put on his clothes, first pretended to be unfamiliar with the surrounding road, bought a map on the roadside, took the map, but also kept taking Wei Zhiyuan around the circle, after two circles, Wei Zhiyuan understood.
The little boy was amazingly sensitive and immediately alertly tried to look back, Wei Qian reached out and gathered the back of his head to stop him.
He wandered to the post office with Wei Zhiyuan, leaving five hundred for himself and remitting the remaining three thousand five hundred to Mrs. Song, then took out a handful of change and bought two ice creams on the side of the road, one for himself and one for Wei Zhiyuan. The two of them have been walking to a relatively empty roadway with no one around, before Wei Qian gently said to Wei Zhiyuan, "Don't talk nonsense in the future, find a way to contact your third brother, but don't be seen, and tell him not to come looking for us when he arrives."
Wei Zhiyuan miraculously comprehended his meaning and asked in the same whisper, "What's the point of calling him here?"
"I don't know yet, wait for me to think about it." Out of the corner of his eye, Wei Qian glimpsed a suspicious-looking person at the intersection who seemed to be sizing up the two brothers, met his gaze, and quickly pretended to look elsewhere.
It's a not-so-subtle stalker.
Wei Qian didn't move and lowered his gaze, his voice raised a bit and changed the topic, "Right, I haven't asked you yet, how did the final exams go?"
Wei Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows in a flash and exclaimed, "Number one!"
Because he often deliberately switches quickly between acting "stupid and naive" and acting "smart and useful", and has a lot of experience in being smart, Wei Zhiyuan's role changes so quickly that Wei Qian was stunned.
Wei Qian paused for a moment before asking smoothly, "Is there a tie?"
By this time, the two of them had walked across the intersection and brushed past the stalker, both seeming as if they hadn't noticed each other in the slightest.
And Wei Zhiyuan also like a real stupid bear child, chest out and head up, not shy to perform what is called "good student show off": "Our class has never been tied with me! Oh, right, brother, I forgot to tell you, Xiaobao is in the bottom ten this time, the teacher criticized you by name and said that she will talk to you next semester."
"...... Is it," Wei Qian gave a dry laugh, "why am I so honorable?"
The posturing in the midst of the crisis was so on point that he didn't even forget to eyeball Song in the process!
Wei Qian thought, this little cub is really desperate.
In the evening, Wei Qian received greetings from Zhao Laojiu, who first shushed him and instructed him to let people buy whatever he loves to eat, and after the first fight, he was given a week to get used to it, and he was willing to wander around the area, so he could ask the food delivery guy to act as a tour guide for them.
Zhao Laojiu also specifically mentioned Wei Zhiyuan: "Your brother that small child ah, growth is really too fast, I see him that pants, just came when still good, turn the eyes are short a big cut ...... Hey, this age is really no way, is to fee clothes."
It didn't count when he finished like that, but that afternoon the food delivery man brought a set of clothes that, once they were on, fit perfectly.
They just came less than half a month, Wei Zhiyuan neither ate efficient fertilizers nor turned into a genetically modified pea that went up to the sky overnight, which can be so counter-intuitive as to let his pants shorten by a large amount in the blink of an eye?
Wei Qian knew that this was Zhao Laojiu using Wei Zhiyuan to warn him.
In return, Wei Qian nonchalantly accepted the clothes, and then consulted the teenager who delivered the meal the city's most upscale place, and finally chose a French restaurant, and took Xiao Yuan to have a blood-expensive foreign meat.
On the way, he acted like a road idiot who couldn't tell south-east from north-west, holding up the map, asking questions non-stop, occasionally throwing out a few questions that were extremely devoid of common sense, and using all his methods to seduce the teenager's talk box.
Wei Qian didn't know if French food was any good, and he chose this restaurant because he walked over there just to pass by the underground boxing ring.
As he passed by, Wei Qian glanced that way while squeezing the hand of Wei Zhiyuan that he was holding.
Wei Zhiyuan immediately understood and played dumb, asking, "Brother, what are you looking at? What is that place?"
Wei Qian also pretended to be embarrassed as he glanced at the teenager leading the way and whispered, "Don't ask blindly, that's where people's offices are."
A mocking smile flashed across the face of the teenager leading the way, but he quickly converged, following Wei Qian's words and bullshitting Wei Zhiyuan, "Yes little brother, the most powerful people in our area can go in to the office, so grow up well and grow up to go in as well."
As he was talking, a stench came from the damp wind, Wei Zhiyuan covered his nose and said to the lead teenager with a straight brow, "You two are fooling the kids, it stinks, I don't think that place is awesome at all!"
I saw a large garbage truck pull out of a very narrow intersection with several large buckets of garbage and countless garbage bags, large and small.
Wei Qian rubbed his nose, and his heart suddenly fluttered - yes, where did all those dead people go?
Those who had relatives were naturally claimed, so what happened to the bodies of those who had no relatives and didn't even leave a real name?
Wei Qian's mind turned sharply, pretending to be a hick and fussing, "Yo, you guys even have someone here who specializes in cleaning garbage, we don't over there, we have to deal with it on our own, several garbage dumps, the stench is so bad that it can smoke the satellites down."
The teenager leading the way didn't seem to be a core person, and told him in passing, "Well, there is a collection, pull it to the western outskirts of the city, cans and whatnot that can be sold, and the others burned in a fire-hey, it's almost time to eat, what's the point of talking about such a disgusting thing?"
West side of town?
Wei Qian glanced at the detailed map, only to see that it was a large empty area without any institutions or conspicuous buildings, probably a deserted area with few people, with a small river nearby that meandered and rolled all the way from the center of the city.
In a flash of lightning, he had a guess in mind.
And a week went by in the blink of an eye.