Wei Qian was angry by Song Xiaobao, a burst of tinnitus, body soft, Wei Zhiyuan tall and big people pressed on him, he struggled twice, but did not break free.
The kitchen of the Song old lady busy threw down the broom, quickly stepped into, saw this scene, really afraid of Wei Qian not light and heavy with Xiaobao hands, busy in a cunning and subtle way to protect the calf - she herself first according to Xiaobao's back gently slapped, scolded: "how to talk to your brother? Are you crazy?"
Song Xiaobao stretched his neck, still want to show his attitude hard and uncompromising, but tears but first rain pouring.
Mrs. Song sighed and stood in the vortex of this family conflict - between Wei Qian and Xiaobao, and said with an attitude of hosting the overall situation: "If I say, Xiaobao, it's all your fault, your brother said you were wrong? If you don't go to school at this young age, what are you going to do in the future? With me to the market to buy a vegetable can not count the change to, but also middle school students, alas!"
Xiaobao wiped a tear from his eye fiercely, "Middle school students don't learn that bit about counting change!"
With her unique perspective of pure illiteracy, Mrs. Song justifiably retorted, "Bullshit! That village secretary of ours was a high school student who played the abacus well back then."
After the old lady's incomprehensible stirring, Wei Qian's sinewy head finally calmed down a bit, he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling for a while before taking a deep breath, moderating his tone and saying to Wei Zhiyuan, "Let go of me."
Wei Zhiyuan had been suppressing him, feeling his violent heartbeat finally calming down little by little, before slowly releasing the hand pressing on his wrist, only to look down and realize that his big brother's wrist had already been pinched red by himself.
Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly gently clutched it in his hand and rubbed it with his fingertips, "Brother, when you are not here Xiaobao can be understanding, she is just pampering you, look at that girl who is about to cry like a Meng Jiangnu, don't be angry."
Old Mrs. Song on one side listened and nodded her head, at the same time stranglingly thought, this is the difference between educated and uneducated, how come she couldn't say such smooth words?
Old Mrs. Song quickly helped out and said, "That's right, her brother, have a word."
Weiqian had never learned to "talk things out" since he was born, and at this point, he didn't want to talk any more, and he felt a hunger and cold exhaustion in his heart, even though he didn't want to eat anything, and the heater was warm enough.
Wei Qian slowly stood up, his chest aching a little, he didn't seem to bother to look at Song Xiaobao again, and crossed straight over to her, turning around to go back to his own room and flinging the door shut with his return hand.
A crisis was passed, and only then did Old Mrs. Song turn her head to glare at Xiao Bao, scolding her in a low voice, "Still crying! What are you so aggrieved about? You're just looking for a beating, aren't you?"
Song Xiaobao shouted at her, "I won't cut my hair! I won't cut it!"
Wei Zhiyuan looked at her incredulously, not to mention the two hairs on his head, as long as the big brother's words, his head shaved and hung in the living room as a light bulb are not two words.
Song Xiaobao keenly read the fact that she had no allies from both of their eyes, and for a moment, she felt like a small boat in a vast universe of stars, the loneliness of traveling alone without a shore made her heartbroken. Bao sat on her butt on the sofa and cried her heart out to herself-she was on the verge of parting with her beloved long hair.
Unfortunately, no one could comprehend her maidenly sorrow.
Mrs. Song did not want to watch her play a childish temper, and continued to go to the kitchen to clean up, and Wei Zhiyuan silently returned to his room, busy recalling the full arms of the party that he had hugged in the heat of the moment....... Wei Zhiyuan no longer restrained himself after he understood what he wanted, and began to indulge his own thoughts, and fantasies seemed to have built him a The world, from time to time in which to sit for a while, Wei Zhiyuan can always get enough soothing and calm.
That little bit of youthful sentimentality peculiar to the young man, as youthful as the springtime, was divinely powerful, even to his
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The paranoia and coldness inherent in his nature washed away quite a bit.
Following the horrific violence of her big brother straight in the face, Song Xiaobao was met with a disregard from the entire family that she didn't take seriously, and she thought gamely in her heart, "Dare he be nice to all of you, but hates me alone."
In that snap of the fingers, Song Xiaobo brain two abnormal wiring foreword and backward hooked together, short-circuit sparks "crackle" a flash, she decided, to leave home.
When she left, the sky was the limit, and no one forced her to go to school and do her homework, no one forced her to wear ugly school uniforms, and no one forced her to cut her hair in a back-and-forth ear-hunting haircut.
Like the freedom fighters who have fought their fathers for thousands of years, generation after generation, Song mustered her rare, once-in-a-century mobility to put this idea with a spark into practice.
The one who usually got up the earliest in the morning was Old Mrs. Song, and even though Wei Qian had told her to stop doing heavy work, she had been a working woman all her life, and enjoying happiness was a skill she could not learn, so she still insisted on going to sell tea eggs and boiled corn every morning.
The second up is Wei Qian, Wei Qian went to college did not see easy, science and engineering class schedule itself has not been easy, he has to squeeze out time to go around to get money, every day can sleep five hours even good, now on vacation, although the school does not have to go, but then catch up with him in order to the project with the old bear choking, so you need to get up early to prepare for the meeting in the morning, there is still a hard battle to be fought.
As for Wei Zhiyuan, their teacher has been crazy extraordinary, a winter vacation, Wei Zhiyuan, they will be on the thirtieth of the year, the first two days off three days, the rest of the time in the classroom training, there is no double holidays no holidays. Wei Zhiyuan basically get up and go, breakfast to get on the road to eat.
None of the three had left the house after 7:30 a.m. for all of the above reasons; it was too early, and thus no one had bothered to wake Song up.
But on this day, the last one to go, Wei Qian, unlocked the door, he was angry, but he really wasn't going to let Xiao Bao run outside all day like a big wild horse.
But he didn't know that this behavior of his was redundant, and he didn't know that Song was no longer at home at this time.
In the middle of the night on the first day, Song Xiaobao thought more and more about it, so she waited until it was quiet at night, and then she poured out all the pocket money she had accumulated, which totaled two hundred and eight dollars and fifty cents--Since she could be deducted from her pocket money at any time because of one or two small mistakes, Song Xiaobao had gotten used to keeping reserve food for herself like a little hamster.
As for her usual expenses, she spent most of what she dabbled from Wei Zhiyuan.
Bao wore her warmest clothes on the outside, stuffed a few changes of clothes in her bag, took her favorite headband and hairpin, packed a water bottle and a bag of chapattis, and went off thinking she was well prepared.
The busy family froze all morning and half the day.
Wei Qian is still in the mind without distraction to torment the old bear, early in the morning, he put the whole project manipulation mode in front of the old bear in detail, print out a full half-centimeter thick, I do not know how he actually got out in such a short period of time.
This is a prelude to ghost obsession ah ...... The old bear said hopelessly, "Your kid is really a bastard eating weights, iron heart ah?"
"The solutions to the few questions you asked me the other day, I've written them all in there." Wei Qian didn't tease with him, briefly handed over a sentence, picked up a cup and sipped down half of the cup of water - he didn't know whether it was due to catching a cold or being on fire from being pissed off by Xiao Bao's living, as soon as he woke up early in the morning he felt that his throat was uncomfortable, and gulping down spit hurt like a precursor to an inflammation.
The old bear took his program with a sigh, feeling as if he had a live debtor sitting across from him who was asking for money.
He briefly turned over, quite breathtaking, the old bear hired some and Wei Qian about the same age of young people, among them there is no lack of whimsical, but they really add up to not as bold as this guy.
The old bear moved his buttocks to sit upright, dry cough, put out a business face: "without considering the actual operability of the situation, some places do have a little insight, but also quite creative. But the young people running in the street are not short of creativity, I do not need a 'people have how bold, the ground has a big production' program. Saccharin-filled dumplings have never been made before, have they? Can you try to cook one and sell it on the street? You can't convince me with this stuff."
Wei Qian looked at him and said in a nonchalant manner, "I'm never whimsical, if I can write it I can do it."
The old bear stared into Wei Qian's eyes, the man's gaze was as warm as ever, but it was always sheepish. Wei Qian didn't budge an inch and said word for word, "As long as I want, even if it's the moon in the sky, I'll gnaw it down as if it's a mooncake, do you believe me?"
The old bear didn't move on the surface, but in his heart, he felt that it was really like Wei Qian that this kid could say something, and with the old bear's understanding of him over the past few years, he might really be able to do it as well.
For a little while, the old bear was almost infected by the kind of desperate determination in Wei Qian, probably a forward, determined person is able to ignite even the blood of others together.
However, after all, it is only "almost".
The old bear heart sighs tersely: in the end is young ah.
Men in their thirties and forties are still vigorous in their careers, they are energetic and strong, and their ambitions will reach the zenith of one's life as their conditions mature, but when they are in their early twenties, that kind of rampage belonging to a young man is impossible to get back.
The old bear could hardly remember what kind of light he had been in when he was a decade or so younger, and as he looked at Wei Qian, he began to suspect that he was old.
This kid, how can he get to this point and still fight like he has nothing?
It is possible that Weiqian either mentally still thinks he has "nothing" or he is a crazy gambler by nature.
Never mind the old bear heart flashed through a few lofty years, his fathead fish like appear dull and loyal face but always do not show a little bit of clues, the old bear crossed his fingers, placed on the desktop, word for word asked Wei Qian: "Well, I'll discuss the last problem with you, 30 million, now this capital risk, I can not afford. If I bring you the money, what if you can't get the project? You can't take down the project, you can't take down any guarantee, 'bridge' [Note] no one dares to do it for you, at that time, just take up the interest of this money, every day less than 10,000, what's the reason for me to bear this capital cost for you?"
Wei Qian said without blinking: "I have a family, the house I can not move, the other, the savings of these years, I can give you to put together a small two hundred thousand to, if you promise, I will go over tonight, twenty days after the success or failure to give you a roughly Qi's results, if there is no play, I smash pots and pans, but also to return the money to you. "
The old bear shook his head and laughed, "Smashing pots and pans, but haven't had to sell the house yet, so you're not quite an outlaw."
Wei Qian: "Do you promise?"
The old bear thought for a moment, perhaps the young man awakened his young blood, perhaps by Wei Qian to his assurance impressed, the old bear finally gave in: "so, these two days I want to rut to get you money to go, but even if you find our old man to do the guarantee, how to also have to be twenty days a small month, add up to me to give you a month and a half, not to mention the planning permission, you at least have to get me A land use agreement with the government, then I'm going out on a limb this time, with you two hundred and fifty-five a time, how about it?"
Wei Qian's eyes lit up for a moment.
The old bear was afraid that he would get carried away and knocked on the table, "But let's talk about it in front of us. If you really can't get it down, you should come back to me and pay for it before it's too late, do you hear me?"
Wei Qian's face broke into the first smile he had seen all day, and it was only then that he felt his throat become uncomfortably dry and sore, and the smile was blocked by a coughing fit before he could even unfold it.
Just then, the phone in Wei Qian's pocket suddenly rang, he looked down at the caller ID, actually from home.
Wei Qian sighed with some fatigue, I do not know what Song Xiaobao made a mess, a time even the temples are tight, hurriedly drank a few mouthfuls of warm boiled water to suppress the cough, which picked up: "Hey ......"
On the other end of the phone but not specifically Song Xiaobao, Wei Qian heard Old Lady Song's somewhat shivering voice: "Her brother, was it you who finally went out and unlocked the door?"
Wei Qian: "Uh, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Song: "Xiao Bao is gone!"
Wei Qian: "What?"
He no longer cared about arguing whether any project was fat or lean, no longer cared about whether this was a big gamble or an elaborate contest, the endless goose feather snow outside the window blasted down, and Wei Qian's chaotic mind was left with only one question---
Where can Bao run off to in this cold? Does she have money? Have she got enough clothes? What will she eat? What will she drink?
Wei Qian no soul like from the old bear's office rushed out of the time, just to meet face to face to give the old bear to send food to the bear sister-in-law, bear sister-in-law inexplicably looked at him to catch up with the pace of casting like, uncertainly asked: "his home fire?"
The old bear reached out and pinched a dumpling from the lunch box, what is called "chronic" interpretation of the best, not panic chewed and swallowed before answering: "No, the little girl ran away from home."
Hearing this, Mrs. Bear's wife opened her eyes wide and raised her palm to give the old bear a dark cloud: "Then why are you still eating? What are you doing? Hurry up and find someone to help find ah!"
The old bear nearly choked to death on the fiery attack that hit him like a thunderbolt from heaven and shriveled up on the table, beating his chest half a dozen times in a deadly manner.
He looked at the lady's face, so he could only obey the holy decree, and condescendingly, with an empty stomach, followed his own windy bear sister-in-law in the saddle, and helped to look for the teenager who had run away from home together - he and Xiaobao had met a few times, and knew what a lackadaisical character that little girl was, and didn't think that she could have gone far at all.
Who hasn't run away from home when they were young and crazy? You'll come back when you've spent your money, so what's the hurry?
Wei Zhiyuan got the news, temporarily took a half-day vacation to come back, went home and broke open Xiao Bao's deposit box, looked inside and asserted, "She took more than two hundred dollars."
Mrs. Song: "Where did she get that much money?"
Wei Zhiyuan glanced at her, "...... asked me for it."
Mrs. Song was so anxious that she instinctively blamed everyone, slapped her thighs, and almost cried out: "You just give her what she wants from you? What are you doing spoiling her? This is not loving her, this is harming her!"
"All right! Don't you follow and add to the chaos." Wei Qian walked out of the Xiaobao house, drank the old lady Song, touched the phone to the three fat on the other end, "She should be wearing a white down jacket, carrying a bag ...... ah? What kind of bag? The bag ......"
He frowned as he said this, his temples clenching tighter and tighter as his head ached more and more, Wei Qian pinched his brow hard.
Wei Zhiyuan mentioned him gently from the side, "Orange duffel bag with a Mickey Mouse head hanging from the zipper."
Wei Qian quickly repeated his words before hanging up the phone, "I'll go out and look around again."
Old Mrs. Song immediately jumped up, "I'll go too!"
Wei Qian ignored her and had flung the door shut and left.
Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly put on his coat and said to Old Mrs. Song, "Don't follow me, it's so snowy outside, if you slip and fall, it'll be even more chaotic then, I'll go and take a look."
Old Mrs. Song really did listen to him.
This is the second time, she is already accustomed to - everyone is wilting in a hurry, Wei Zhiyuan unusual to maintain his usual calm, Mrs. Song never know whether he is a little chronic, or just born cold-blooded, night and day can not deal with how deep feelings to.
She didn't know what would touch Wei Zhiyuan, so it seemed as if nothing would, he just knew what to do at all times.
When the snow touches a person's face, it melts, and people traveling in the snow are soon drenched to the point that their heads and faces are all wet, and when Wei Zhiyuan catches up with Wei Qian, he feels that his cheeks seem to be somewhat abnormally red.
Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly rushed up and said to him, "She was neatly quilted, I estimate that it is unlikely that she deliberately folded before leaving, it should be that she didn't sleep last night, and she left directly in the middle of the night. It was ten degrees below zero last night, out dripping into ice, she could not be hanging out, most likely called a car, looking for a place to stay ...... Brother, are you sick?"
Wei Qian shook his head, "Where can she live?"
Wei Zhiyuan frowned, thought for a few seconds, said clearly and methodically, "Xiao Bao is not very bold, the possibility of going to an unfamiliar place in the middle of the night is very small, yesterday it was already so late, it's not possible for her to run to her classmate's house. It should also be impossible to go near ...... school, she just had a fight with you because of her grades, she shouldn't want to go to school, why don't we go to the neighborhood of her rehearsal place to look for it?"
Wei Qian stood still, his head aching.
He opened his mouth to ask where Bao was rehearsing, but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Wei Qian thought with some bewilderment, how badly he had neglected his little girl, not even knowing anything about what she liked to play, who she liked to be with, or what she liked to do in any place.
What exactly does he do all day long?
"I know the place," Wei Zhiyuan observed his words and immediately understood what he was thinking, and hurriedly added, "It's in the dance classroom of the Children's Activity Center in the center of the city, I'll take you there."
The snowy day even the car is not good, it is hard to wait for a, two people hurriedly gave a stop.
I don't know what's going on, but the front of the road is blocked into an open parking lot, so I can't drive through it.
Wei Qian turned around and asked, "How far is it?"
Wei Zhiyuan said, "One stop or so."
Wei Qian paid directly in front of the car and ran all the way through the ice and snow.
Wei Zhiyuan hurriedly followed, he still felt that Wei Qian's face was not quite normal, and he went after him to untie his scarf and hang it around Wei Qian's neck.
The two had been walking in the snow for who knows how long, their bare skin frozen nearly numb.
And then they saw the source of the traffic jam, there appeared to be a car accident at the intersection, several police cars were around and a large crowd had gathered.
Wei Qian was about to pave his way through the crowd and walk over, when suddenly, the mere words of a passerby drilled into his ears.
"The little girl isn't old enough." Someone said, "Sins, why don't you drive slower when it's snowing so hard?"
Wei Qian's scalp instantly exploded as a vicious coolness crept up his spine.
He did not know how he had opened his mouth to ask the question, and when he responded, he had heard his own words as from another's mouth
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Come to the sound.
"...... What little girl?"
"Just hit a little girl at the intersection, just sixteen or seventeen years old, that blood flowed ...... ouch, I guess the person is bad enough."
Another man turned back to him, gesturing and describing to him, "But no, this side of the traffic light is broken for several days, and there is no one to repair it, and it's snowing so heavily, just now I just watched a little girl wearing a white dress ......"
The latter words, Wei Qian could no longer hear, he felt that someone had struck a hammer on his chest, propped up his sternum shattered, and his internal organs were almost given to strangling into slag.
There was a whirlwind of heaven and earth.
Author's Note: Note: Bridging, long and short term loan swaps