The next day Wei Qian went out to see that the little boy was surprisingly still there, he had a big head and thin limbs, shrunk into a round ball.
Wei Qian nearly let the ragged group of people trip over.
A night passed, the fire in his heart had subsided most of the time, Wei Qian hopelessly looked down at the little thing that had become a ball, not knowing what this little cub was thinking.
Wei Qian was self-conscious that he was emanating a vengeful social light, i.e., there was no Buddha's light or Infinite Heavenly Father, and recalling that, it seemed that he hadn't given the other party a good look either.
Wei Qian didn't understand where this little thing that seemed to be always ready to fight was looking at him, so easily dropping his guard and actually just relying on him.
Thank goodness it was summer, if it were winter, a night in the north would have frozen the little boy to death.
A so little big little thing, stand up and look and small treasure almost, can not really go home to take out a kitchen knife to finish him, Wei Qian stretched out his toes and poked the ball under his feet: "Hey, hey, hey, get up, don't sleep here, do you hear me? Our home is not open yet, blind sleep what?"
The dirty cinder cone ball raised its head sleepily, and as soon as it saw Wei Qian, it immediately became energetic and looked at him with an expectant face, like a stumbling flower-faced kitten with the tip of its tail shivering, still trying hard to get to the soles of people's feet, and trying to show that it was well-behaved and harmless, and requesting for adoption.
Anyone who saw it would not be able to bear it, but unfortunately, he met Wei Qian, such a hard-hearted person.
Wei Qian has no sympathy, bullying cats and dogs do nothing, decisively ignored his pitiful little eyes, and lazy waste a word, back to lock the door, a bend, picked up the boy's thin arm, carry him all the way downstairs, and then to the sparse grass thrown, dryly said: "Don't give a nose to the face, roll. "
The boy fell back into the weeds and watched with bated breath as he walked away without looking back like the villain he was.
The little boy crawled up for a long time, looking up at the dilapidated silo that was very tall for him, and after a moment, hung his head, his little bare/naked toes tangled up with each other as he felt disappointed.
This little guy was indeed a child who had been abducted and sold - Wei Qian had a hard heart and a poisonous eye, and he had seen it correctly.
He was stolen when he was too young to remember the ins and outs very well, and the traffickers kept him for a few months before reselling him to a very remote farmer's home.
That's okay, a son to anyone is a son, and he enjoyed being an only child for two years.
Who knows that the third year, his adopted mother, who was determined by the village doctor to be infertile, miraculously became pregnant, and after another year, she gave birth to a healthy, fat boy.
From that point on, the boy became redundant in his adoptive parents' home, and his days followed each other.
While washing dishes in the cold well water that day, the boy accidentally broke a bowl because his fingers were numb from the cold, offending his adoptive father, who had returned home very drunk.
His foster father stripped him naked and made him stand in the middle of the dripping yard in the middle of winter.
The boy felt like he was going to give in to the freezing cold, and finally, he made a decision that was a bit shockingly bold for his age - he ran.
The boy stole a few adult clothes, casually put them on his body, and then went out over the wall with the help of a ladder in the night, and he quietly hid in a car that was hauling winter cabbages to the city.
He's been a little stray ever since.
Such an unsupervised little boy is an easy target, during which the boy comes close to being abducted again several times, some attempting to sell him, some attempting to get him into thievery, and two discussing the sale of his organs - the boy overhears this when he is peeing in the middle of the night, and runs away in the night.
It's a miracle he's survived this long and managed to escape every time, so lucky that he's become half an escape expert.
He had secretly dabbled with trains, changed several cities in a row, met all kinds of people, occasionally someone tried to talk to him, he pretended to be mute and couldn't speak, and quickly thought of a way to escape, among them there might be really nice people, but unfortunately the boy didn't dare to put down his guard - being sold by a full set of wholesale would be fine, but he was even more afraid of those who were still planning to cut open his stomach and take out his body parts one by one for retail sale. his stomach and take out his body parts for retail sale.
But with all the wind and hunger, he still instinctively envied those who had a house to live in and a family to call their own.
The little guy hadn't known what home was like for a long time, yet it was impossible for him to have a home because he feared touching anyone.
In the boy's eyes, there seemed to be only two kinds of people in the world, one kind of people who disliked him for being dirty and walked around him from a long distance, and also threw stones at him and hit him, and one kind of people who were kind to him, but in their hearts they actually still wanted to sell him.
Until he met such a unique person.
He had heard people call him "Qian'er" in the characteristic localized voice, a man who had helped him fight off big wild dogs and given him food, but who had always left without saying a word to him.
Of course, more often than not, the man would be oblivious to him.
Both Wei Qian's familiarity and lack of communication made the boy feel safe, while at the same time, his occasional acts of charity made the boy feel a rare hint of warmth.
The little boy had actually been changing places to live, but in order to sneak a peek at this man every day, he had unknowingly been living in this little hutong for months.
In the intervening months, the little boy, after careful observation and judicious argument, had come to the conclusion with his malnourished brain because he had never been able to get enough to eat-that the big brother was a good man.
In his wandering career, this is the first time in his heart involuntarily born desire to contact other people ...... But to his disappointment, he stretched out the tentacles to try to touch, the suspected "good people" of the asshole does not seem to want to adopt him.
Disappointed and saddened, the boy wandered around in the same spot for a while, contemplating whether or not to give up.
Before he could think of the result, it was raining, and the boy had no choice but to duck back into the building.
This heavy rain did not stop until the evening, three fat mom came downstairs at noon to help Xiao Bao heat up the food, saw the little boy huddled in the hallway, she was taken aback, bending down to take a closer look at him, "Yo, whose kid is this?"
The boy immediately looked like a small beast that had exploded, raising his head menacingly, his whole body tensed up, as if he intended to charge up and bite her at any time, his fierce eyes startled San Fatty's mom into taking half a step back, "Aiyo, this little screamer is crazy!"
Afraid of getting into trouble, Three Fatty's mom gave the little boy a wary look, quickly opened the door with the key Wei Qian had left behind, and went into the house in three steps.
In the evening Wei Qian came back from school to do odd jobs, a
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When he looked down, he saw the little group in the corner, and his face didn't look too good.
He sauntered over and tried to re-throw the not-so-nice pup, and as soon as the little group saw him coming, they thought they were going to get a beating, and quickly faded toward the corner in a defensive position in fear.
For the fact that this little kid also knew to be afraid of this, made Wei Qian's heart develop a weird sense of satisfaction, this middle-aged teenager coldly grunted, looked up and swept a glance at the rain outside the window, turned around and went into the house, surprisingly letting the little boy go.
Summer sweltering, Wei Qian usually only close the security door with a layer of screens, and do not close the door in order to ventilate the room.
When Xiaobao saw a little kid outside, he asked in a milky voice, "Brother, who's that guy outside, he's so shy and doesn't wear pants."
Wei Qian said, "Play your game, mind less."
After a while, Xiaobao added, "Brother, he keeps looking at our house."
Wei Qian then walked over and stood in the doorway viciously yelling at the boy, "Get the hell away from me!"
The boy was taken aback by him and took a few hesitant steps back.
But when he came out of the kitchen with the dishes, he saw Xiao Bao squatting in the doorway, looking out and saying, "Brother, he's still looking into our house, so let him come in."
This time Wei Qian didn't even bother to scare her, simply ignored her, put the dishes on the dining table, then walked over and raised his hand to fling the gate shut, completely isolating those two ravishing prying eyes from the door.
Let him in? Wei Qian said in his heart, if he were a millionaire, such a little cub, he would like to raise ten heads of eight, every morning let them stand in a row to count the number of play.
But is he?
He's just a poor, out-of-touch punk who doesn't even know which Monkey Mountain to get the four hundred dollars he has to pay for tuition at the beginning of the school year!
Unfortunately, girls are extroverted, Song Xiaobao, this little girl is simply not a thing, the diaper has just taken off not two days, actually already learned to elbow out.
Not two days later, when Wei Qian entered the door, he found that Xiao Bao had already put that little brat in the house.
Wei Qian was afraid that the little wild child outside had infectious diseases and parasites that would infect Little Treasure, so he immediately snapped at his sister, scaring the little girl to the point of wailing. He reached out and picked up the undershirt on the little cub and threw him out again like a quick rag.
The little boy then struggled in his hands, struggling but not, staring at him with those dark, black eyes, which looked like black stones freshly washed by the rain in the mountains, in the dirty little face that could not see the features of the eyes, looked so wild, and full of indignation, loss, and a vague plea.
"Son of a bitch." Wei Qian scolded him.
Xiao Bao she is really a thing that remembers food but not beatings - mainly because Wei Qian didn't really beat her, although he didn't express it much, in fact, he was so precious that he didn't even touch a single strand of her hair off, so much so that the scolding, Comrade Song Xiao Bao put down her paw and forgot about it.
It wasn't three days later that she claimed the little cub again.
This will also have to be a ghost, this time, her cold and bad-tempered big brother was finally provoked, Wei Qian reached out to grab the boy, the boy sensed the danger, busy leaping up to avoid, so that Wei Qian's this high up the slap swung a blank.
Wei Qian was furious, lifted his leg and gave him a nesting kick, the boy was solidly kicked in pain, surprisingly did not scream, just muffled grunts, obediently kneeled on the ground, stretched out his arms, hugged Wei Qian's legs.
Xiao Bao this bear child is finally a long time to see, she never thought that the big brother who spends a lot of time together will actually be so violent, scared "ow" a voice cried out, howling, "Brother!"
The boy also somehow heard this, his heart and mind seemed to be tugged, he pretended to be mute for more than a year, but at this time he opened his mouth to Wei Qian without any head, even though his voice was too hoarse to be like a child, and his pronunciation was strange, but Wei Qian still heard him clearly, and he followed Xiao Bao's example and said, "Brother!"
Wei Qian's foot that was raised up and ready to step down hard then suddenly couldn't move.
What is he doing? Wei Qian thought blankly, beating up such a little brat? What's the difference between this and his bitchy/bitchy mom?
At the end of the day, Wei Qian sighed, slowly retracted his feet, and without a word, walked into the kitchen, hastily laid down a pot of clear hanging noodle soup, and brought it to the little boy, "Eat."
The boy didn't want to appear too unimpressive, but the bowl was like a drought for him, and as soon as he smelled the aroma, the word "impeccable" happily abandoned him and ran away with him.
He almost buried his face into the bowl, sparingly ate a fierce meal, the autumn wind sweeping down the leaves in general, even dry three bowls, his stomach is rounded.
Wei Qian calmly sat next to him and when he finished eating, he made a move to clean up the dishes and then said to the boy, "Understand human language, right? Alright, I know you understand."
Wei Qian shook the dishwater off his hands and squatted down so that he was at eye level with the little thing.
"I can't afford you," he said, almost invoking the greatest patience of his life, "you, ah, are looking in the wrong place."
There was still unwiped vegetable soup around the boy's mouth, and his starry eyes stared at the teenager in front of him.
Wei Qian gently pushed on his shoulder, "Alright, eat and go."
A minute later, the boy walked upright out of his house for the first time, instead of being violently thrown out by him.
For two or three days, Wei Qian didn't see the pestering little boy, until the dusk of the fourth day, when he was dragging his tired body home and calculating how much money he was still short of for tuition, he saw the little boy again in front of his house.
This time Bao did not dare to open the door, and the two children, one standing in the door and the other outside, heard the footsteps, and together they raised their heads and looked blearily at him.
The boy standing in the doorway is dragging a huge snakeskin bag in his hand, inside the "clanking", Wei Qian lowered his eyes and swept a glance, found that it was a bag of bottle caps and cans.
"This can be sold for money." Seeing that he was silent for a long time, the boy explained in a small voice, as if he was afraid that Wei Qian wouldn't believe him, stretching out his dirty little hand, which was sweat-slicked and holding two dollars and fifty cents worth of paper money, "Really, I've sold it."
Wei Qian remained silent.
Po called out softly at the right time, "Brother."
Wei Qian closed his eyes once and said, "What the fuck, what's all this!"