XXXVII

Wei Qian did not open his eyes, but only answered him very softly.

Sister-in-law Xiong installed a chic reading lamp on the sofa, Wei Zhiyuan reached out and unscrewed it, and the warmth of the light sprinkled down, covering the entire sofa.

It is not harsh, not yellow, like a winter afternoon sunshine, to create "add a point of artifice, short of a point of insufficiency," just the right amount of comfort.

Wei Zhiyuan or the first time to turn on this light, fumble two times to find the switch, and then he froze for a moment - the light wonderfully in Wei Qian body set a light golden edge, even he did not have time to remove the scarf seems to soften into a ball of snow, hiding half of the chin.

Wei Qian turned his face sideways, reaching out to block his eyes to avoid the light, the shadow of that arm and the slender eye brows together, as if it had been about to disappear into the raven-feathered sideburns.

The Chinese rhythm is restrained, and the flow of light is hidden.

Wei Zhiyuan's heart violently jumped up, has always been, longing and reason have become entrenched in his heart two lingering forces, the latter has a million kinds of reasoning, and the former only one of its - want to, like, cut off like a broken heart.

At this time, Wei Zhiyuan felt that the millions of reasons in his chest are collapsing, Kan only a pillar like a lone lighthouse, stagnant and immobile light fell on a person.

The teenager's throat moved involuntarily for a while before he pressed down his heaving heart and pushed Wei Qian a bit, whispering, "Go sleep inside, it's cold."

Wei Qian pressed his hand and shook his head breathlessly.

Wei Zhiyuan surveyed his face, "Brother are you drunk? Let me get you a glass of water, okay?"

Wei Qian shook his head again, his brows gradually furrowing, and only after a while did he take a deep breath, half-open his eyes, glanced at Wei Zhiyuan, and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry about me, you go to sleep."

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him fixedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Wei Qian was silent for a while, he felt exhausted and didn't want to say a word, especially not to deal with small children.

But perhaps it was too hard in his heart, or perhaps the wine got to his head, Wei Qian suddenly averted his gaze, and Wei Zhiyuan was surprised to find a flash of vulnerability on his face.

Wei Qian said hoarsely, "I'm having a bit of a hard time."

After saying this, he regretted it, Wei Qian felt the floodgates of his heart being slipped by him for a moment, actually opening a small crack, he hastily and laboriously plugged it back up, lest he reveal another strand.

He closed his mouth and his eyes and stopped speaking, pretending that he was just dizzy and drunk and wanted to sleep.

Wei Zhiyuan waited for a while, regrettably did not wait for any follow-up expression, so silently walked into Wei Qian's bedroom, carried out a blanket from inside, hitching on Wei Qian's body, turned back and poured a cup of warm boiled water, and then walked to the kitchen, took out the bowl of rice left over from the evening, rinsed away with hot water, and then chopped up some vegetable leaves and ham, and beat a bowl of eggs, and together they were cooked for a while on the fire, and boiled until the rice grains were so soft that it was completely burst open, and the milky white rice soup is hard to separate, Wei Zhiyuan only with a spoon stirred, finely sprinkled a handful of salt, turned off the fire.

Wei Zhiyuan would make a lot of simple late night snacks, he often woke up hungry in the middle of the night when he was growing up, and had gotten used to getting up on his own to find something to eat.

"If it's hard, drink two mouthfuls while it's hot, you'll be fine afterward." Wei Zhiyuan shoved the spoon into his hand and sat himself under the lamp, picking up a book and keeping him company in peace.

The heat of the porridge hit my face with a special aroma.

Wei Qian was dumbfounded for a moment, rustled and sat up, picked it up and drank it. His cold fingertips were scalded with a light color of blood by the somewhat hot porcelain bowl, and the stone pressed in his stomach was miraculously melted away.

The word "home" seems to have melted into the bowl of thin rice soup cooked in a small pot over a slow fire.

It seems to cure all diseases, and you really feel better after drinking it.

Wei Zhiyuan stayed with him until Wei Qian stood up on his own and went back to bed, then he packed up the dishes and turned off the lights and returned to his own bedroom.

He had a cardboard box under his bed, and even though he'd only moved to his new home a short time ago, he'd already accumulated quite a bit of stuff in his box.

At the top was an old, yellowed photo of Wei Qian, and pressed underneath were a dozen mostly unopened color/erotic magazines.

...... unconventional, there is not a single female in it.

Wei Zhiyuan had flipped through two books out of curiosity at first, and quickly lost interest in the conditioned reflex-like thousand physical reactions. However, before when Wei Zhiyuan was pulled by two contradictory moods, he had always irrationally kept these bomb-like things under his bed, and even though it had always been a hide, he had always had a vague, crazy, desire to be discovered by his big brother in his heart.

Unfortunately, Wei Qian was too comfortable with him and never went through his things and never found out.

Now that the conflict in Wei Zhiyuan's heart was resolved, he made up his mind, so he decided to get rid of all of this and start the step-by-step approach that he was so good at.

Wei Zhiyuan pulled out the photo of his big brother and stuffed it into his carry-on bag, and the next day he mixed the magazines under the bed with the other books and took them out to get rid of them.

Unfortunately, this time, luck seemed to have deserted him.

Wei Zhiyuan's bed is a little short, the carton has to be reversed to drag it outward, and when she went out early in the morning, Xiaobao kept urging her outside, and Wei Zhiyuan opened his mouth and answered her, and a flipped magazine took the opportunity to roll under the bed in the deepest part of the bed, and Wei Zhiyuan didn't hear it.

Wei Zhiyuan in order to prevent omissions, but also deliberately with a long hanger under the bed swept a circle to ensure that nothing is wrong, however, swept to the innermost when the hanger hooked the legs of the bed, it is difficult to take down.

The open magazine lying quietly under the leg of the bed became a "beautiful black light", which he did not sweep out.

Winter break came quickly once the snow fell.

Wei Zhiyuan once again began to set training - Song Xiaobao think he strange sin, from Wei Zhiyuan first jumped not with her class, Xiaobao felt that he actually jumped to the other dimension, from then on to live in the days of deep water and hot water, did not see a night of television, not a whole summer and winter vacation, years as one day, morning and evening return.

When I got home, I spent most of my time hiding in my house doing problems, except for helping my grandmother and big brother with some things.

Mrs. Song no longer goes out to pick up rags, but she still ties up Wei Zhiyuan's used arithmetic papers and exercise books into bundles every month and sells them to buy a big bowl of fried snails.

In this situation, Song Xiaobao, a normal teenage girl, almost let Wei Zhiyuan give contrast to an uneducated backward student.

But even so, Xiaobao didn't have much of a problem with her little brother, the main reason being that Wei Qian was always stuck with her pocket money, but not Wei Zhiyuan's, so Wei Zhiyuan became her main dabbler, becoming half of her bread and butter.

On the 24th day of the lunar month, it was already the end of the year, but Wei Qian was arguing with the old bear in the office.

Still about the project in the field, at that time is a friend of the old bear introduced, the local government circle a business circle, now has gradually become a climate, around a few pieces of residential land rose, became a fat meat, a time to attract a number of tigers eyeing the eyes of the eye.

The old bear is very self-aware, did not intend to interfere with a foot, but only to bring Wei Qian over for a long time.

As a result, this insight grew into a problem.

Wei Qian almost to that piece of land suffered from lovesickness, there is a period of time three words do not leave the project, almost to the point of going into a fire, tea and rice, and now it has come to the winter, the winter in the north is unable to start the construction, so this is the best time to take the land and run all kinds of preliminary procedures, if the efficiency is high, the next spring thaw, you can do it the first time.

For this matter, Wei Qian has been tugging at the old bear's office for most of the month.

Three fat in the old bear house to play Tetris, the old bear is attached to the elegant pickpocket incense ash in the incense burner, Wei Qian sat across from him, looking at him this leisurely bear like, hate big bushels of incense ash are blown into his nostrils.

"You give me thirty million dollars, thirty million dollars and I promise to make it down for you."

The old bear busily reached out to gather the wind, carefully guarding his incense, and said to Wei Qian with a weeping face, "Let's not talk about whether or not you can do it down, hey, brother, do you see your brother I look like thirty million dollars?"

Wei Qian: "That's not a problem, didn't you say ......"

The old bear waved his hand to signal him to shut up, carefully struck a match, lit the incense, covered the lid of the incense burner, inhaled a large mouthful, huffed and puffed his nose, shook his head and blinked a few times, as if he was going to sneeze in the next moment - this bastard is completely using the seal incense as a snuff bottle.

Then he bull-chewed and issued a lofty appraisal of Fengya's seal incense: "Fragrant!"

Wei Qian rolled his eyes.

The old bear then barred his mouth and said to him, "Young people ah, let fame and fortune a rush, really can not find the north ah."

Wei Qian crossed his legs and leaned heavily on the back of the chair, arms clasped in front of his chest, jumping his veins to endure the old bear.

"I said earlier, your kid is in a hurry, go out and run a few times and think you have some insight?" The old bear recited a poem like staccato said, "you write those feasibility analysis what I read, alas, are bullshit. A big piece of fat meat sitting there, but also analyze the fart, but all not stupid would like to bite. But you do not think, that fat meat why let you bite it? Your teeth are gold and jade?"

Triple Fatty winced.

Old Bear glanced at him, "What are you doing?"

Three Fatty said, "Can you change your tone, Mr. Xiong? I feel like hundreds of snails are crawling on me when you talk like that."

Old Bear: "......"

Three fat and whispered to Wei Qian: "My good boy, thirty million, not three thousand dollars, you do not open your mouth on the lion's mouth to be okay, scared me to death."

Old Bear grunted and picked up, "Qian'er, with your intelligence, if you have half of San'er's steadiness and smoothness, you'll be a great man in the future."

Three Fatty slapped his thigh: "That's right!"

A moment later, the three fat and pondered over that this is not the right flavor: "Wait, just now that sentence seems to be not to praise me, right? Is it a criticism of me for being less intelligent?"

"You're called a great mind like a fool." The old bear soothed him, continued to Wei Qian said, "How many people are staring at that piece of land - OK, even if your brother bear dog on the power of the people back, rely on our family old man, to get you this 30 million, but 30 million you want to pry this project? Don't dream boy, you can't even get the land down, believe it or not?"

Wei Qian was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice, "What you mean is that we are not ready for a fight, right?"

The old bear felt a little itchy from inhaling the fragrant ashes, so he tilted his head, blew his nose, and said in a jarring voice, "You just saw that? Then you should get a pair of glasses."

Wei Qian ignored him squeezing himself, and looked pointedly straight at Old Bear: "Boss Bear, according to your meaning, we are never well prepared. No one on the road to pick the plums are bitter, every good project has a mouth underneath then - this is just a small project in a third-tier city, the big consortia and big state-owned enterprises are not even lazy to look at the thing, is already the lowest, the most desirable threshold we can find now, this step you can not step up, sooner or later, by the rules of the game to be thrown down, do not even want to enter the door. Haven't you noticed? Land prices are going up, and can you be sure you're prepared to go up faster than it does? What if it's too late?"

The old bear said languidly, "That's life."

Wei Qian slapped the chair handle fiercely, "If I had resigned myself to my fate in this life, I wouldn't have lived long enough to sit here and call you out today!"

Not going toe-to-toe with him, Boss Bear remained relaxed and leaned back in his own chair, asking lightly, "We just can't get in the door now, how about that? Do you have the qualifications? Can you take down the project? You're on the ground

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Reading in sections 38

Does Gov. Fong have the connections? Can you handle that stack of permits? Do you have enough money? If you borrowed 18 million dollars from all over the world, would you be able to beat them if the land was put up for public auction? I see you have never played poker, holding a block of 80 cents of chips also dare to go to the table, the dealer a hand of big bets down will be able to squeeze you out."

Wei Qian: "What you say is a problem, but it's not out of the question."

The old bear immediately gently pressed the tabletop, "Where's the solution? You tell me!"

Wei Qian paused.

The old bear slowed down his tone, "I appreciate your spirit of grabbing the opportunity whenever you see it, regardless of everything, but ah ...... young man, get down to earth!"

Young men in their twenties and mature men in their thirties sat on opposite sides of a business table, and in the end, the older one won.

The old bear took a quadrilateral step to the side to make a phone call and ask his leader what kind of food he had bought for the evening.

Three Fatty walked over and patted Wei Qian's shoulder, "Young man, let's go."

Wei Qian shrugged off his bear paw, "Get lost, don't make snide remarks."

The biting snow flooded the whole city, and the happy-go-lucky Sanfat and the preoccupied Weiqian were like a pair of clueless and unhappy, and one person carried two big bags of various materials and dishes for hot pots and headed for home.

On the way, three fat asked Wei Qian: "You used to not dream of being a lab scientist white coat? Why didn't you go to graduate school this year?"

Wei Qian seemed to be thinking about something else and froze at his words, "Did I say that?"

Fatty: "You're a rat, you'll forget it when you put your paws down, won't you?"

Wei Qian carefully recalled, and the same gloomy face as the sky showed a bit of self-deprecation: "When I was a child, I was a douchebag, and I thought that I could be a scientist when I went to college, and now I realize the mistake, and I'm trying to correct it."

Three Fatty couldn't say why, and asked a little hopefully, "Working to correct technical problems and move toward a goal?"

Wei Qian laughed lightly, puffing out a mouthful of white air, "Trying to correct the course and stay away from such an impossible land as Utopia - I still don't believe it, I still have to do this project down."

Three Fatty didn't answer again, the joy of carrying three pounds of snowflake beef in his hand was suddenly diluted, and an undercurrent of disappointment welled up in his heart over nothing.

At that moment, someone behind him called out, "Brother!"

Three fat and Wei Qian turned around and looked, it was Wei Zhiyuan, Wei Zhiyuan rode a diagonal bag and rode his bike from the back, and the intensive training class had just gotten off the class.

Wei Qian immediately and nonchalantly shoved everything in his hand into his car basket, leapt sideways onto Wei Zhiyuan's backseat, and patted Wei Zhiyuan's backside: "Hurry up and let that fatso run for a couple steps."

Wei Zhiyuan immediately accelerated steadily.

Three Fatty had to scream and curse to catch up from behind.

The gloom on Wei Qian's face finally cleared a bit and he laughed out loud, he looked up and saw Wei Zhiyuan's frozen red ears, so he took off his gloves and covered Wei Zhiyuan's ears.

The originally flat and steady bike shivered steeply, and Wei Zhiyuan's ears turned even redder in his hands.

Unfortunately, Wei Qian's turnaround mood didn't last long when the winter vacation report card arrived.

Song Xiaobao's report card Wei Zhiyuan only swept a glance and knew that the eighth grade tsunami warning was coming.

Sure enough ......

"Song Xiaobao!" Wei Qian slapped his sister's report card and lined it up on the table.

Although Old Mrs. Song also hated her iron, but in front of Wei Qian, the absolute black face, she unconsciously played the role of the white face, while counting down Xiaobao: "Saying that you're all for your own good, how come this girl is so indisputable?"

On the one hand, she also pulled Wei Qian: "Her brother, I heard that their school is also a period of time ago what activities, may delay a little homework, next time to make up on it, you do not get too angry ......"

It didn't matter if she didn't mention this, but when she did, Wei Qian was reminded of Song Xiaobao's out-of-tune dance team.

In Wei Qian's opinion, this is all a pastime, if Song Xiaobao can be as mindful as Wei Zhiyuan, not to mention that she has nothing to do and wants to dance as a pastime, she is playing bungee jumping all day long, Wei Qian does not care.

But not now, Song is playing with things, absolutely playing with things!

Weiqian critical survey in front of the head did not dare to raise some of the small treasure, really look at the vertical look at the eyes - winter, small treasure wearing a red sweater and small plaid skirt in Weiqian view of the incongruous, a small face more and more white, satin-like long hair draped over the shoulders, for the sake of beauty and refused to comb up, a smile up the fine eyebrow fine eye! The first flavor, standard goose egg face on the red lips and white teeth.

A young girl of twenty-eight years, with a beauty that was on the verge of blossoming and burning.

Wei Qian, however, didn't go to appreciate it at all; he felt that a good girl should just keep her hair short, and that she should just wear ill-fitting school uniforms, dragging pant legs that were obviously a cut too long, and jackets with hemlines that drooped down to her knees.

It's as if the only way to look like a decent human being is to be plain and ugly with indistinguishable men and women and long waists and short legs.

Unconsciously he thought again of the girl he had met that day at Sister-in-Law Xiong's place; the pure feminine beauty made him feel sick; he associated that beauty with something bad, unclean, and windy; and when they appeared in Xiaobao's body, Weiqian began to feel some kind of crisis.

He felt that Bo had grown beyond his psychological safety, out of the loop and off the beaten path.

The fiery red hemline, the tiny breasts that were deliberately highlighted, all made Wei Qian feel that the pure land in his heart had been polluted, and the shameful and secretive memories were coupled with irritation, and the five-point fire in his heart suddenly skyrocketed to ten points.

The angrier Wei Qian became, the calmer his expression became, his dark eyes swept a glance at Xiao Bao and said gently, "Vacation, right?"

Po nodded uncertainly.

Who knew that the next sentence would be a bolt from the blue for her.

Wei Qian said, "Tomorrow happens to be free, I'll take you to get your hair cut."

"Have I been too indulgent with you?" Wei Qian sized up her attire, and added as if it wasn't enough, "Look at what you're wearing! What does it look like? Like a student?"

Song Xiao Bao's mind went blank, unable to speak.

Old lady Song finally completely caught in the middle, on the one hand, as an elder, she also hoped that Xiaobao could be successful, and could understand Wei Qian's ? and unreasonable, on the other hand, as a woman, she could also understand her little granddaughter's feelings of love and beauty.

"Then ...... her brother," Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but speak up for Xiao Bao, "let's just keep the hair for now? It seems they're going to perform again in the New Year, and there's rumored to be a TV station ......"

"Dancing?" Wei Qian's cold words finally shattered all of Song Xiaobao's hopes, "Reading books like this, and you still have the face to go dancing? I'll hire a tutor for you during winter vacation, don't go anywhere, stay home."

He has a lot of authority in the family, Song Xiaobao actually only dare to catch him in a good mood when he is petulant, basically will not contradict him, but for a girl of this age, cut off the hair is already a kind of torture worse than death, do not let her go to dance, is more and destroy her entire "career", to put her completely imprisoned as serious.

So Song Xiaobao exploded like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who rebelled against their feudal patriarch: "You're not reasonable at all! Everything has to be done as you say, you are the Great ?, you are Napoleon, you are Hitler!"

It's hard for her to name a few historical figures, once she heard that she was an uneducated one in school, Hitler even, what about Napoleon? Wei Qian couldn't even figure out whether she was scolding herself or praising herself. So he said even more ironically, "Yeah, I'm the one who said it."

As soon as Song Xiaobao saw that things were going nowhere, he spilled out, "I won't cut it! I won't cut it! Cut my hair, I ...... I'll die for you!"

Wei Qian leaned on the sofa and looked at her coolly, "Die for me to see? Fine, I'll watch, you die instead."

If Comrade Song Xiaobao really had the piss-taking nature to die when she said she would, she would have become a school bully in junior high school, so what's the point of jumping on his feet here?

Xiao Bao a cry two three hanged skills or and grandma learned, when grandma as a senior shrew, if not Wei Qian in the way of his sister to throw a mouse, she is not able to fight the teenage version of the big brother - not to mention that Xiao Bao only learned a half a dangling, the eyes of the big brother, but it is not what it used to be, cultivated into a fine.

Mrs. Song loved it, could not bear to look at it, not not to look at it, silently turned to go to the kitchen to clean up.

Wei Zhiyuan pretended to be dead on the side, not saying anything as if he didn't exist from the beginning to the end.

Seeing that there was no hope, Song Xiaobao finally bawled.

Her hair was so pretty, everyone who saw it more than complimented it, and she'd gone to great lengths to steal the spotlight from a crowd of grizzled little middle-schoolers, and before she could feel good about herself, her big brother had trampled on her unmercifully.

No matter what, at this moment, Song Xiao Bao was hating this cold-faced and cold-hearted big brother.

Therefore she mouthed off without a care in the world: "I know, you just don't like me! You favor second brother in everything, and ever since I was little, he has always had more pocket money than me! You even secretly bought him a computer! What have you ever given me? You don't even give me a good face!"

Wei Qian nearly let her get angry.

Not to mention which one is the real one, even if they are both real, the older brother will still love his sister more.

Wei Qian finally eased his tone and reasoned with her patiently: "Am I biased? Xiao Yuan has skipped two grades, exempted from the examination on the key, the examination grade first, people never spend money, never go out on vacation to run around, even if you compare with him, but also compared to a little ambition, okay? You ......"

It was rare for him to be so reasonable, but Song Xiao Bao couldn't even listen.

"You're just biased!" She screamed, "I'm your own sister! I know why you don't like me! Isn't it because of mom that you hate me?"

Wei Qian's temples began to pound.

And Song Xiaobao still do not know what is good and bad, jumping with yelling: "You hate mom, mom died you continue to hate me! If you think she's a disgrace, I'll definitely be a disgrace! I'm not learning anything because you think I'm not learning at all! My mom is a chicken and a chicken's daughter is ......"

Wei Qian's vicious slap had greeted him.

His slap came whistling with a harsh wind, Song Xiaobao's mind went blank and she didn't know how to dodge, while the slap didn't hit her face because Wei Zhiyuan, who was pretending to be dead, finally came out to stop it.

He grabbed Wei Qian's waist from the side and dragged him backward, pressing him down onto the sofa on all fours, turning his head to glare at Song Xiaobao in sorrow and anger, "Don't shut up yet!"