Wei Qian called back and came back a week later, true to his word.
But he didn't walk back by himself, the old bear called a car from somewhere and drove it all the way down to his house.
It was an afternoon on a hot summer's day, and SanFat was eating a late lunch alone at home: a bowl of instant noodles.
The local TV station is broadcasting a few irrelevant news, for example - the warehouse custodian violated the drunkenness, mistakenly entered the cold storage, the shift colleague dropped the lock as usual, mistakenly locked this custodian into the cold storage and caused his death.
Wei Zhiyuan was forced to write their own summer vacation homework of Xiaobao, scratching their ears and gills expression of pain, sometimes slipped away, raised his head to listen to this ear of news, she couldn't help but ask: "Cold storage is what?"
Wei Zhiyuan said without looking up, "It's a big refrigerator."
Song asked again, "Whose responsibility is that?"
Wei Zhiyuan revealed a cold smile: "People press the point to drop the lock, he himself overtime to enter the cold storage, of course, his own violation of the responsibility of the operation."
Song Xiaobao couldn't understand, "Then why did he go in overtime?
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Into that ...... uh ...... big fridge?"
Wei Zhiyuan said in a double entendre, "Who knows? Probably sick."
Song Xiaobao thought for a moment and commented, "Ugh, this is the first time I've heard that people can still freeze to death, won't he be cold if he jumps?"
Wei Zhiyuan finally looked up at her and turned off the TV with the remote control.
Bao spat out his tongue and bitterly looked down to continue his homework.
Wei Zhiyuan sized her up for a moment, wondering incredulously, "She was even born from the same mother as big brother?"
It was at this time that Mr. Xiong Yingjun, who had tanned into a black and oily sheep's poop egg, stepped out of the car and stood downstairs at Wei Qian's house, first bending down to the car window to straighten his collar and hairstyle, and then stood up straight to shout at the upstairs, "Is Mr. Talk in? Is Mr. Talking Fish Talking in?"
The window of the car next to him was pulled down and Wei Qian's voice came out from inside, his respect for his future "fortune" had been wiped out in months of unreliable trips, Wei Qian said nonchalantly, "What's the point of shouting at him? Can you die of exhaustion if you give me a hand, dumbass?"
Comrade Old Bear replied in a slow, thin voice, "I accept your advice to exercise more in the future, but I'm afraid that with my current physical strength, I can't even carry a gas can up there, let alone your old man."
Wei Qian's anger knotted, and after a while, he said weakly, "Don't call him by his first name, be careful he'll be in a hurry with you."
The old bear asked in a decent and courteous manner, "Oh, and may I ask what I should call myself?"
Wei Qian: "...... three fat."
The old bear nodded, straightened up, and courteously called upstairs, "Is Mr. Three there, please?"
Wei Qian in the car silently turned his head.
Luckily, Three Fatty was so gifted that when he was eating lunch at home, he heard a few muffled "Mr. Three" and even understood the spirit of the words, threw down his chopsticks and poked his head out of the window: "Calling me?"
Wei Qian breathlessly pushed open the car door and waved at him from downstairs, "Third Brother, come down and help me."
Three Fatty squinted his small, originally small eyes, stared for a while, and then said in a shocked voice, "Shit yeah! Brothers! Qian'er! Didn't you say that you followed a 'stupid and rich fathead fish' to pour medicine? How do I look at you like with buy Buy Buy Buy Buy roast lamb kebabs to go! How did you get this color?"
The "fathead fish with a lot of money and stupidity" just stood and listened without saying a word.
Heard the sound of the third floor window was violently pushed to the side, open the window of the person's hand is too strong, the window "bam" hit the wall, and bounced back.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother!"
The teenager's voice at the stage of mutation almost broke, Wei Qian lifted his eyelids and swept him a glance, "Calling for souls?"
He is no better than the old bear, the whole face has only two places that are white - the teeth and the white of the eyes, but in Wei Zhiyuan s eyes, the appearance of this black charcoal head is simply like an Aladdin s lamp, instantly lighting up his entire life ...... Of course, due to that lighted nightmare, a small shadow appeared underneath this divine lamp.
Old Mrs. Song was not at home during the day, Wei Zhiyuan, Xiaobao and Sanfat rushed downstairs, and only then did they realize why Wei Qian had been sitting and not moving anywhere, and he had a cast on one leg.
Three fat look, eyes are round: "This ...... this will not affect you to start school, right? Heavy or not?"
Before Wei Qian had a chance to speak, Old Bear, the fat-headed fish, opened his mouth as quietly as he recited the sutra, "It won't happen, a hundred days for injuries, he probably has about fifty days left, and considering his thick skin, he should be able to take it down next month."
Wei Qian stood up on one leg regarding Three Fatty's hand and waved his hand at Old Bear, "Alright, you can roll, countdown sign."
The old bear said shyly, "For the sake of our lives together, take me in for a few days, let me take it easy."
Wei Qian: "A localized earthquake at your house?"
The old bear was even more shy and squirming, "See the joke, the family has a river lion, so long has not called the inner circle, my humble brother is really a little afraid that she will bite me."
Three fat heard music: "Big brother, you can hide the first day to avoid the fifteenth, really fierce warrior dare to face the dismal life, or go back to the leadership kneeling rubbing board it!"
The old bear smiled at him and said, "I'm not really a slugger, I'm just a 'fat-headed fish with a stupid man's money'."
Triple Fat: "......"
Wei Qian: "......"
Three Fatty reacted, his face turned green, he coughed dryly and glared fiercely at Wei Qian - this kid actually didn't even mention it.
He sank his qi and bent his leg, took a horse stance, patted his shoulder and said to Wei Qian, "You ...... ugh, come up."
Three fat back Wei Qian, still upset and cursing said, "My broad shoulders are still a piece of virgin land, it is left to my future daughter in law, it will be cheap for you a grandson ...... alas."
As he said that, he glanced down at Wei Qian's arm, trying to find some sense of superiority in his painted complexion, and scoffed, "Third Brother asked you, will you wash it later, and will the color still come off?"
"Why can't it?" Wei Qian said coolly, "It will also shrink."
He even had the mood to joke, three fat heart completely put into the stomach - visible is not seriously injured, there is a shock.
The old bear, a wimpy thing, didn't have the guts to go back in the end.
But Wei Qian's home is really no place, and Wei Qian believes that Wei Zhiyuan may be too heavy psychological shadow when he was a child, has always been a little "recognize life", for example, he looked at the old bear's eyes as if with some kind of hostility.
So in the end the old bear went to stay at Sanfat's house - Sanfat's parents had gone out to get some goods and didn't come back at night.
The two big snubs snubbed together like two contrasting black-and-white pigs, amicably going up the stairs side by side for a meeting of the minds.
Wei Qian did not even eat a mouthful of rice, threw the luggage, fell down and slept in the dark, really do not move, the body does not turn over.
Evening meal, Mrs. Song thought for a long time before deciding to call him up to let him eat two mouthfuls of food before going to sleep, Wei Qian is tired to a certain extent, know that someone called him, but how can not wake up, and finally by virtue of his living to endure the old bear so many days of strong will, Wei Qian walking corpse like a walker crawled up, chewing not chewing to eat hastily ate two mouthfuls of food, and crawled back to lie down the corpse.
That night, Wei Zhiyuan wrote homework until one in the morning.
He had originally planned to use the money from the camp to buy Xiao Bao a dress and not go himself, but now it was obvious that he would have to revise his plans; the camp was a must, otherwise his big brother wouldn't have agreed to it, and he had to make up for the extra OU homework that he had already left behind a few days earlier in one fell swoop - the teacher would have to check it out when he went over there.
As for Song Xiaobao that bear girl, it seems that he does not have to worry about it for the time being. Big brother just came back, she was released from the short-lived bitter understanding of the state of the little cabbage, and cheerful, ran out in the afternoon to find classmates to play, the hands of the pocket money is not saved, light speed to buy a new skirt for themselves.
He closed the book and sat quietly in the chair to scrutinize Wei Qian for a few moments, this bear-like appearance of his elder brother's eyes and the one in his dream that called him throbbing of course do not match, Wei Zhiyuan fixed his mind, four fingers curled up in the middle of the palm of his hand, taking turns to pinch his palm with his short trimmed fingernails.
"It's just a dream, it doesn't mean anything," the newly grown teenager thought calmly, "Does he who dreams of running naked really run naked? Does he who dreams of overturning a car really have the strength to overturn a car? Impossible, if the dream is not ridiculous, no one to use the word 'dream' two words to replace the meaning of 'roll' ...... big brother this position lying for an afternoon plus a night, arm not numb? "
Thinking like this, Wei Zhiyuan slowly walked over, gently boarded over Wei Qian's shoulders, carefully avoided Wei Qian's injured leg, turned him over, and moved his head between the pillows.
Wei Qian's steady breathing wasn't disturbed at all and swept over Wei Zhiyuan's wrist, bringing up a warm little breeze.
His silhouette in the darkness made Wei Zhiyuan's heart jump, panicked and retracted his hand, and lay down as a zombie next to the bedside in a neutral manner.
Wei Zhiyuan fell into a strange state-Wei Qian's return loosened his spirit that was as tight as a zither string, and instinctively surged with a pleasurable sense of fatigue, and he should have dipped his pillow to fall asleep, but on the contrary, he was swayed by a certain indescribable exuberance, and every vein of blood was accelerated with a rushing flow through it, and quietly through the veins that dynamic warmth to his skin.
How he couldn't close his eyes.
When he looked up to the teenager next to him from a young perspective, he used to think he was tall and omnipotent, but now that admiration had vanished with the change in his perspective.
He realized that his brother was no more than a man of flesh.
And this small as ants in the multitude of mortal flesh, sunburned into a mummy of African descent, but like a beam of tornado, instantly swept away the black clouds and bitter rain in his spiritual world, and in the blink of an eye the wilderness is vast and the sky is high and the clouds are clear.
Wei Zhiyuan lay on his back, picking at his own striated heartstrings, armed with a magnifying glass to find out the hidden minutiae of his mood in every crack of his bones, as if he were a third person floating in the night sky, condescendingly scrutinizing himself - still full of fear and trepidation... . the cowardly and incompetent self.
Wei Zhiyuan came to the conclusion that he thought he was still too weak to need such a pillar in the spiritual world as his big brother.
He decided that he wanted to clean out the strut for good.
Yet even then, his mood still hadn't cleared up, and there was still something in his soul that was always still sticky.
Wei Zhiyuan's dissection of his own soul stopped here, he seemed to instinctively fear that small shadowy area that seemed to harbor the truth of that sticky feeling that lingered in him, and out of self-preservation, he sealed that small piece of truth away.
It was mixed with death, a twisted, perverted, perverse and grotesque love/lust that was beyond the bottom line of what a teenager could bear.
"The spring breeze does not understand the wind, blowing the heart of the young man", sung beautifully, but the heart of the young man, but not necessarily each is the light of the wind.
Wei Zhiyuan clearly knew that he was sliding into an abyss, yet he didn't know how to stop it.
Wei Qian slept this sleep, but he slept until the evening of the next day.
He staggered to his feet amidst all sorts of worried glances from his family, his entire body thinning into a mobile clothes rack, and dug into the bathroom, casually turning on the water to try and take a shower.
The shower in his house was very primitively constructed, just two rudimentary pipes connected to the hot water tank on one side and the tap on the other, with the tap water coming in a little faster, so every time the shower was turned on, the water was cold within ten seconds.
The cool water washed Wei Qian over, and he instinctively took a step backward before remembering that he was back on the plains filled with oxygen bubbles.
He slept until his bones were sore and aching, dangled from one leg, took a high, hasty shower, and then ate three bowls of rice in one gulp, which made him feel alive again.
His hands were covered with scars from various scrapes and scratches, and he actually continued to play like a stick at the dinner table, not affecting his play at all.
Mrs. Song sighed as she watched, rambling, "You heartless white-eyed wolf, where on earth have you gone mad? You're going to screw us over, aren't you?"
Where did you go?
It's kinda hard to say.
Wei Qian in fact really did not mean to let the family anxious, he this way, but can eat all the bitter eat, can fall mold also fell.
In addition to Wei Qian, the old bear also brought three people, all young and strong lads, who knows that these few lads in addition to a small six called, the other several one stuffed a strong reaction.
Their first stop, they arrived in Qinghai's Zaoduo County, more than four thousand meters above sea level, Wei Qian is all the way to vomit over.
That really spit out the bitter bile, the most serious time can not sleep the whole night, feel as if the chest is pressed by a heavy object, temples are pinched raw pain. At that time, all of his people were envious and jealous of Xiao Liu, but not two days, Xiao Liu even died.
Xiaoliu in a cloud of sadness in the body times great to eat well, produced their own is the illusion of copper skin and iron bones, the night in the small hotel sparse and good bath a pass. They live in the hotel conditions are limited, hot water is also a moment without a moment, Xiao Liu first half of a hot bath, the second half into a shower.
The night the sun went down, the temperature plummeted nearly twenty degrees, small six in the middle of the night to start a fever, he did not pay attention at first, thought it was a normal plateau reaction, couldn't bear to touch the phone and the old bear said, the old bear rolled up, the early hours of the morning to send him to the hospital, arrived to see the cerebral edema, serious, the transfer was too late, had to be rescued on the spot.
In the end, there was no salvage, Xiao Liu was gone, just twenty-seven.
Since then, Wei Qian and the others didn't need anyone to tell them to wrap themselves up like quails every day.
And that's just the beginning; natural disasters are followed by man-made disasters - the old bear himself is a walking man-made disaster.
He first took Wei Qian they turned around in the local area, test the waters like the acquisition of a bit of Cordyceps, roughly understand a market, exists in the local area, and then the old bear made a decision with a stroke of the pen - south into Tibet!
At that time Wei Qian was still naive not to question the decision of this goods, thought he was another deep meaning, until in Lhasa to the south of a small town, the old bear looked at a pot, and decided to trek for the sake of this pot to go hiking, Wei Qian really realized the fact that Xiong Yingjun this man has a pit in the brain.
As they moved further and further into unoccupied areas, the first thing to go was the cell phone signal, and the next to go was the cell phone.
Halfway through that day we stopped for a break, some people ate in the car, some people got out of the car and shouted a mountain song - oh, it means peeing in the wild.
Wei Qian has little appetite, just want to get off to get some air, suddenly, after the convenience of the back of the old bear pointing at them with a frightened face shouted: "Get off! Get off the car! Get off!"
The old bear's expression was seldom so grim, and his voice was even more mournful as a broken iron pot scraped by a rotten spatula, drilling into one's ears and almost provoking a wave of urine, as the crowd of people, trained to grab their bags of valuables, opened the doors of the car and jumped down.
When it was too late, Wei Qian was the last one to be yanked down by the old bear's outstretched hand, along with his life and death possessions sitting on his butt on the ground, and then all of them gasping for air, watching their car tumble off the cliff with a loud bang, gone.
Later, the old bear said that as he was walking this way, he noticed that he had originally parked the
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On the side of the road in the back part of the car's ground soil began to loosen, he was then a bad feeling, and hastily called out a voice, the crowd jumped the car, the car's center of gravity changed, the loose soil directly collapsed, all the way to accompany them over the off-road vehicle is so immortal.
There is no village in front of you, no store behind you, and two eleven roads under your feet.
Wei Qian asked sincerely, "Boss Xiong, can you reiterate for once what we're going to do by walking so miserably along this bird-damaged road?"
Boss Bear, the son of a bitch, said with equal sincerity, "Buy the pot."
Wei Qian spoke from the heart, "You're just a big dumb ass!"
The big fool with a group of small fools, lost contact with the outside world, well, the Sichuan-Tibet line occasionally from Sichuan Tibetan area on foot to Lhasa pilgrimage Buddhist believers, these people have alone on the road, but also glaring tricycle pack supplies, a few people together on the road, Weiqian they hunger and cold walked for several days every day, finally Buddha blessedly encountered such a wave of Tibetans.
Although the other side of the property is scarce, fixed assets is only a need to pedal a small three-wheeled, but see people is good, at least can rub a few mouths to eat, the old Tibetans experienced, but also know how to get supplies, at least it is not starving them.
Along the way, a few of them see the car hitchhiking, meals and camping, really what the foreign sin were suffered, the old bear joked that their group, do not look at the present east and west to mix food, the future will become a great, the past to go to the west of the mouth of the Jin Merchants and Anhui and Hangzhou from the ancient road south of the Huizhou merchants, it is so to make a living.
No one paid any attention to him, they all wanted to get this fathead fish killed.
Later, the old bear got his wish to buy his pot - that is a kind of soapstone from the virgin peak of Namcha Barwa cliffs that no one can conquer the stone pot, the stone is very soft, fingernail can scratch out the traces, so no matter what to do can only be manually handmade, even if Weiqian was called by the old bear, "not seen the world of the Even if Wei Qian was called "a country bumpkin who has never seen the world" by Old Xiong, he could still tell that the stuff was good.
Unfortunately, the local road is not accessible, when each of them hung a bunch of local villagers and the acquisition of wormwood safflower and several large pots, face to the soil back to the world weight hiking, all of them have some kind of indescribable class hatred of pots and this kind of goods.
On the way is simply difficult to say, over the snowy mountain climbing meadow like, Wei Qian also rolled down the mountainside, the leg fell hurt.
Fortunately, although Wei Qian had no faith in his heart, he had the realm of wanting money but not life, and fixed it with a splint, and dragged a wounded leg alive and followed them for another day before arriving at a place where there were people.
Herders there and the outside world is still not much modern communication links, but the good thing is that the people are simple, took them in, there is a run Lhasa business family has a small pickup truck, but the owners are not at home, the old bear had to stay in the local small month, only to rent the car, backed up to Chengdu.
It wasn't until he arrived in Chengdu that Wei Qian got a chance to contact his family.
After staying in Chengdu for three or four days, the old bear, with an almost flip-flopping three-inch tongue, resold the stone pot for nearly ten times the price, and recouped the full cost of the trip, even with a little left over.
There were also those who wanted to receive medicinal herbs, but the old bear refused, and not a single one of the herbs was sold-because those things were light and easy to carry, and he had better efficiency in bringing them back to the mainland.
As soon as the pot was out of the way, they did not stay a day, but sailed back to Qinghai the same evening, took away the baggage they had deposited there, and just rolled back again and again.
There are a thousand words in it, comparable to the nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties.
However, Wei Qian faced with this family, finally, the sense of responsibility in his heart overcame his teenage nature of wanting to show off after a big disaster, he just said in an old-fashioned manner, "Nothing, the signal is not good over there, it has been unable to make a phone call, we dumped a little something, and we can sell it for a little bit of money, you're getting old, don't go out and do such a heavy job in the future. "