Brother Le's work is nimble, Wei Zhiyuan's account came down quickly, landing on Wei Qian's family's account book, which will have no problem sending him to elementary school.
And feed Wei Zhiyuan is not difficult, give him enough to eat on the line, Wei Zhiyuan give what to eat, not picky, seize the time to absorb all the nutrients he can absorb, small half a year's time, he jumped half a palm-high height, perfect explanation of what is called "give a little sunshine on the brilliant".
Xiao Bao's clothes he could no longer wear, Wei Qian had to give him his old clothes.
Wei Zhiyuan still doesn't like to talk to people, except for Wei Qian's siblings and a few brothers who often come to the house, he doesn't talk to people, and his sense of defense is still very heavy.
Other than that, Wei Zhiyuan, this child has almost no other faults, he is extremely capable of detecting words and colors, as long as Wei Qian frowns a little, he immediately receives the signal, knowing that his big brother is not happy, and within three seconds, he can camouflage himself as a mural on the wall, pretending that he doesn't exist.
He was simply diligent at home, cleaned the house every day, since Wei Zhiyuan came, the hot water in the heater is never full, the garbage is never in the house overnight, who changed down and threw the clothes where he saw, he will silently take it to wash it.
He's guarded and fawning, positioning himself as an appendage and like a watchdog, and with strangers, he has a downright creepy look in his eyes, eyes like black beans, looking straight at people, a wild pup not to be messed with.
Above these are the three fat comrades observed, Wei Qian heard also did not take it to heart, he thought the dog pup on the dog pup, anyway, this child is not trouble, he is usually not at home, let him give Xiaobao as a companion is also good.
...... Until that one incident immediately afterward.
That day, a gang of ungrateful, plucked a part to Le's territory, and opened the head of one of Le's godbrothers, and a bunch of their brothers went with their guys that day, and did a battle with the other side, which, coincidentally, took place on a street near Wei Qian's house.
Just as they were fucking each other's heads into a dog's head, they suddenly heard the commotion of a hose scraping the ground in the street behind them.
Before Wei Qian could turn around to look, he heard San Fatty yell from the side, "Ouch my ass!"
When Wei Qian took a look, he was also startled - only to see that little brat Wei Zhiyuan carrying a water pipe longer than others, dragging it on the ground, and was running this way in an unusually comical pose, stumped.
Wei Qian happened to see his eyes, and he realized that SanFat was right, the little thing's eyes were truly like a fierce wild dog pup, and even though he was dragging such a long hose that he couldn't even walk steadily, he was so eerie that he could see in him his determination to finish off all his enemies.
To put it mildly, he had the kind of "killing intent" described in martial arts novels.
Triple Fatty: "Boy, what the hell did you pick up?"
Wei Qian: "Don't mention it, I didn't bring a magnifying glass when I picked it up, if only I knew."
Three fat sigh of wonder, far from the Wei Zhiyuan shouted: "line ai baby, our brothers and sisters are finished today, no need for you to show up, let's get up and drive back to the palace!"
Wei Zhiyuan knew Sanfat, and stood still at the sound of this, blinking his big round eyes at him and then at Wei Qian, throwing the hose down, wiping his nose, wiping the snot clean, and saying, "Oh."
As a result, Wei Qian went home that night and had a dream, dreaming that Wei Zhiyuan had become a psychopathic murderer, and after killing people he didn't know how to run, calmly sitting in a pool of blood between the expressionless mouth called him a "brother".
Wei Qian woke up cold and sweaty on the spot, he sat on the bed, saw the naked ass/shorts on the side of the bed lying on the bed sleeping in a daze, couldn't help but raise his hand on his soft hair and touched it.
And Wei Zhiyuan was like a little piglet, unconsciously rubbing against his palm.
Wei Qian pinched his little arms and legs again, and found that he was soft everywhere, as soft as Xiaobao, not like a murderer at all, and smashed his mouth when he was dreaming, and he didn't know what kind of delicious food he was dreaming about.
He sat next to him and observed him for a while, thinking to himself that this cub was only a little bit old, but he was so ferocious, what would happen to him in the future?
It doesn't matter, just don't go out and get him in trouble.
The future ...... Alas, "future" is such a remote word.
Wei Qian could not sleep, he got out of bed, walked to the balcony, pushed the window open a little, in the cold winter months of the gusts of wind, in the depths of the night to think about his own nebulous "future".
High school tuition is so much more expensive than compulsory education, so expensive that Wei Qian smashed pots and pans, but only barely enough for a semester, he read the high school in this small half a year, from his dead mother that the savings are about to be spent, and now, with the weather cooler every day like a day, Wei Qian has almost reached the point of exhaustion, but such a heavy pressure but there is no place to talk about it because he is the big brother.
Wei Qian dreamed of finishing high school, dreamed of like most people in this city, suits, nine to five, decent life.
"Decency", that was the dream that he had broken his bones for, even though it seemed so stupid, distant and vain.
Reality couldn't allow him to fantasize about a nebulous future like that anymore. The heavy curriculum of high school took up all his time, and his teachers wouldn't allow him to leave school alone while others were studying late to go work somewhere.
And counting the little treasure has reached the age of seven, is also to go to school age, because he this do big brother selfish, only care about their own tuition fees and dreams, intentionally or unintentionally missed the elementary school enrollment time, this year just let her delayed, Wei Qian how to dare to delay her next year.
Wei Qian quietly walked into the kitchen, there are less than two pounds of stale rice left in the rice jar, there is a large onion and a few rotten vegetable leaves in the kitchen, and he still has ten dollars and fifty cents left in his pocket.
He has to buy food, groceries, and pay his utility bills ......
He needs that much money to make a minimum living.
Such a life is like a sack full of holes, all around the holes, let Wei Qian exhausted to get the money easily clatter out.
Wei Qian's way of getting money continued to be to work odd jobs every weekend, and with an extra family member, the money started to run out.
When Wei Qian left every morning, he fried a dish, left two steamed buns for the two children, and then claimed to eat at school himself.
It wouldn't be enough if he didn't save his lunch money. But he is, after all, the age of large meals, can not starve, so Wei Qian will take advantage of the noon lunch break time over the wall to walk out of school, to Le's billiards hall to warm up the field, and in the meantime to rub a lunch to eat, a semester down, he consciously billiards are almost become half professional level.
Every day ...... every fagot was a whip, from the moment he opened his eyes, lashing him to keep running and thinking.
This made Wei Qian's mind difficult to calm - under heavy pressure, anyone's mind is difficult to calm.
He touched half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which was slipped to him by someone during the afternoon fight, and he suddenly remembered the look of other people when they puffed out clouds, so Weiqian sat down in the kitchen and lit the cigarettes.
He had learned to smoke his first cigarette by accident while coughing, and the lack of oxygen in his lungs made him feel dizzy and even a little nauseous.
Wei Qian sat on the floor and rested against the door panel for a moment.
Otherwise ...... there would be no school.
He thought this blankly.
"I really have no way." Wei Qian said to himself, "I'm really at the end of my rope, there's nothing I can do at all."
He was so sad that he was on the verge of tears, like he was watching the door to another world, another life, slowly closing in front of him, and he was desperately trying to catch up, but he was always out of reach.
Just then, Wei Qian remembered Le
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Brother's line - go to him if you have any difficulties.
Wei Qian opened his eyes wide and pondered for a moment, and suddenly stood up violently as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, his cigarette still clumsily clutched between his two fingers, and his entire body trembled at the congeniality that had suddenly appeared in front of him.
Wei Qian's mouth was a bit dry, and he couldn't wait to rush to Le right now.
Yes, surely Lok would lend him the money, and when he finished school, or even if he could finish college, he would come back to repay Lok, in a different capacity.
As long as Le is willing to pay for him, he no longer need to eat every day without the next meal to worry about, no longer need to count the family that little money to count the tip of the heart hurts, he can be down to earth to read down these years, he guaranteed that he will be first-class results ......
The hot ashes of the cigarette landed on Wei Qian's hand, burning him.
He silently lowered his head, stared at the scattered butts of the bad cigarettes for a moment, twisted the butt out and threw it in the trash.
Wei Qian's rolling brain cooled down, and he realized he couldn't do it.
He always remembered the story of the river crossing extraordinarily well - the experience of leaning into his mother's arms and listening to the story was a memory that was never a luxury for him.
He remembered what the woman had said, "You can't live too comfortably. When you're full of brains and eat every day, you're not far from hiccups.
A cold is not far away."
Lok can help him once, can he keep helping him?
Save the emergency, not the poor.
What obligation does Le have to give him money to go to school, to feed him, to clothe him, to make him carefree?
And that kind of carefree days do not know why, Wei Qian think of it, feel both yearning, but also creepy, as if he suddenly saw that comfortable and weak self, like a pig in a pen.
Is there anything in the world more frightening to a teenager like him than weakness?
Is there anything in the world that makes a teenager like him more desperate than "no hope"?
If Wei Qian had not been weak, he would have had to drop out of school, would have had to take a hopeless path - to leave school, to become a gangster, to work as a punk, to work odd jobs, to become a scum of the city's underbelly, to trudge through life, a path that could be seen to the end almost at a glance.
Wei Qian didn't know how long he had been standing rigidly in the kitchen, feeling his hands go a little numb from the cold, before he sniffled and returned to the small bedroom in the living room that was separated by a curtain and lay back on the bed.
Wei Qian's family has only one room and one hall, after Xiao Bao was three years old, he felt that it was not quite convenient to let her sleep with him, so he gave the bedroom to his sister, and he himself pulled out a curtain in the living room and put a bed in the corner, which was considered to be a partitioned bedroom.
Wei Zhiyuan had always slept with him.
When Wei Qian lay back on the bed, the little one next to him moved, not knowing whether he was not asleep or was woken up.
Wei Zhiyuan cautiously opened his eyes and surveyed his big brother's demeanor before smelling a choking smell of smoke on him. Wei Zhiyuan wasn't Xiao Bao, he hadn't been spoiled like that since he was a child, so he didn't dare to be as heartless as her.
Sensing his words, Little Farther carefully and softly called out, "Brother."
Wei Qian was in a troubled state of mind and didn't want to pay attention to him.
Xiao Yuan waited for a long time without waiting for his reply, gently tugging on his shirt, he asked, "Brother, is it because you don't have any money and can't support me?"
Wei Qian thought to himself, "I'm glad you know that" - but he didn't say it out loud, not because he wanted to avoid hurting the child's heart, but because he felt that "admitting that you're incompetent and penniless" was very humiliating, so he shook off Wei Zhiyuan's hand in an unfriendly manner: "What are you talking about, are you still sleeping? Shut up!"
Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything for a long time, and Wei Qian thought he was asleep.
Who knows after a while, the little guy actually rustled over, drilled into his quilt, touching Wei Qian's cold hands and feet - the house is very cold in winter, when the heating was not popularized to this forgotten old shantytown. There are still small children at home, Wei Qian is not assured that the stove, so with the money saved for half a year to buy a second-hand electric heater, but that thing after all, electricity, they usually can not open on not open.
The temperature of Wei Qian's cold skin made Wei Zhiyuan instinctively cower for a moment, yet in the next moment, the boy shivered and came over, wrapping his hands around Wei Qian's hands and tucking them into his arms, and then endeavoring to straighten his legs, with his head almost buried in the quilt before he could barely reach Wei Qian's feet, and gently put his own feet on his big brother's cold treads.
In an instant, Farley felt the temperature of his body flying away.
After he did that, with a little bit of curtness, he whispered, "Don't don't want me, okay? I can work, and I can pick up rags, and I can make money."
These soft few words caused Wei Qian's heart and mind to almost tremble.
Probably because he didn't answer for a long time, Wei Zhiyuan began to panic.
Wei Qian provided him with a safe and warm place to live, gave him a home that he used to be so envious of that he didn't dare to imagine it, and never beat him, and didn't even instruct him to do much work.
Even this winter, Big Brother had bought him and Xiaobao a thick cotton garment each.
Wei Zhiyuan felt that this was almost like a beautiful dream, and he was afraid that if he woke up from the dream, he would be the same homeless child that no one wanted, wandering around the coldest parts of the city, picking up garbage for a living.
"Please." Wei Zhiyuan's low-pressed voice trembled a little, "Don't throw me away."
Two seconds later, he added, "Brother."
Wei Qian had mixed feelings in his heart, to say that he didn't want to throw this cub and relieve himself of a bit of burden was impossible, yet in the end, he just raked Wei Zhiyuan's head and simply ordered, "Sleep."
There would be no more words.
But it's time for cats and dogs to get attached after having them for most of the year, not to mention individuals.
Not to mention the fact that this little guy surrounds himself every day and tries to do things and work every day just to make himself a little happier and to be able to make him stay.
Wei Qian knew that he was soft, he thought that he should not be soft, but he could not help it, he was not a stone after all.
Forget it, he thought, listening to the tiny breaths in his ears, and thinking, "The little cub, poor thing.