That day Wei Qian got up late in the morning, and he had intermittent vague dreams the night before. He couldn't remember the content of the dream as soon as he opened his eyes, but it was definitely not very pleasant. It's hard to be pressed.
He sat by the bed for two seconds, and suddenly remembered that the two cubs had to go to school, and breakfast hadn't been served yet, so he quickly got up, but when he went to the kitchen, he found that Wei Zhiyuan was stirring the boiling water with a big spoon with a serious face Quick-frozen dumplings in a pot.
Wei Qian leaned against the kitchen door and asked softly, "Why didn't you call me?"
Wei Zhiyuan turned his head and gave him a bared smile, showing two extremely white little canine teeth, which was very cute.
Wei Qian touched his head, turned and went into the bathroom, he rubbed his eyes vigorously—the eyelids kept jumping for some reason.
After he washed his face, Wei Qian remembered that he wanted Mazi to fry some deep-fried dough sticks this morning.
Wei Zhiyuan cooked a pot of dumplings as meticulously as if doing a chemical experiment. The three of them had just sat down at the dining table when suddenly there was a loud noise downstairs, as if something had fallen over, followed by a shrill scream that scratched the ears. Chaos ensued.
Holding the bowl, Wei Qian pushed open the window and looked down. Afterwards, he jumped up as if his butt was on fire. He didn't care about the meal, grabbed his wallet and ran downstairs.
There was only time to give a hasty instruction: "You two go to school by yourself, take your time on the way."
Within a few minutes, San Fatty upstairs also came down, and at this time there was already a circle of people downstairs.
What happened was Mazi's breakfast stall.
Mazi gets off work every morning, helps his mother set up the breakfast stall, and sells soy milk for deep-fried dough sticks, which are not received until around 9:30.
The breakfast stall is an open-air one, with a few simple tables and chairs, a soybean milk bucket and an oil pan.
The reason was that a taxi drove over. This road is usually not used by cars. Because it is too narrow, a car can almost occupy the entire road. The driver did not know if he got lost or broke in by mistake. When the car was driving forward cautiously, an electric tricycle suddenly turned into the intersection.
The owner of the electric tricycle was on his way, driving very fast, turned around and found a car ahead, and it was too late to brake.
The owner of the electric tricycle twisted the handlebar freely, and the car rushed to the side of the road by inertia, and hit the stall supporting the oil pan without any buffer. Mazi's mother happened to be frying fried dough sticks behind the oil pan. The hot oil poured down and splashed all over her body. No matter how heavy the oil pan was, the tricycle that couldn't stop pushed her away for more than one meter.
When Wei Qian forced his way through the crowd and squeezed in, his scalp exploded. Because it was hot, Mazi's mother was only wearing very thin short-sleeved and cropped pants, and a large area of exposed skin was covered with hot oil. It's hot and I can't watch it in an instant.
For a moment, Wei Qian felt that she was familiar.
There was even a strange smell of meat in the air.
Mazi was completely dumbfounded, his eyes were almost out of their sockets, and he stood beside him with straight eyebrows, motionless, as if he had become a statue.
Wei Qian slapped him across the face, and yelled into Mazi's ear, "What the hell are you looking at! Huh? Your mother is already familiar, why don't you call an ambulance!"
He turned around and yelled at the people next to him: "Car! Move that tricycle away!"
Several passers-by came out in a hurry, and rushed to remove the tricycle that caused the accident. Seeing the situation, the owner of the tricycle tried to slip away helplessly, but Wei Qian dragged him back with one hand, kicked him on the hollow of his knee, and kicked him hard. The ground is used to the ground.
San Pang shouted from behind: "Qian'er! Don't worry about that grandson, I called the police and handed it over to the police. The fucking pot is all stuck to the meat, what should I do?"
Wei Qian turned around and shouted at him: "How do I know!"
In the end, it was San Fatty's parents who took a basin of cold water from a large bathtub and carefully poured it on the hot oil pan. I don't know if it was done right or not. Then the ambulance and police car arrived and took Mazi's mother away. The rescue went.
Wei Qian didn't know why the first thing he did when he found out that something had happened was to pick up his wallet and rush down. Probably at this moment he already had the ability to become a string of money, and subconsciously felt that only with money could he feel safe. .
But fortunately, that idiot Mazi only had 12 yuan and 5 yuan all over him, he was stupid and didn't know anything, Wei Qian followed, and as a one-armed hero, he ran up and down until he was burnt out.
When it was almost noon, San Pang and a policeman came over and brought the other two accident parties.
It's unlucky to say that these two people, one is a taxi driver, the other is a peddler who sells groceries. The two strands of the moving capital are warring and crumbling, like a leaf blowing in the wind.
Traffic accidents require money to solve. If Mazi's mother dies, it's easy to deal with. If she survives, this kind of severe burn may happen in the future, and she may be responsible for a lifetime.
And the terrible thing is that these two have no money.
But in the corridor of the hospital, facing a few pairs of silent eyes that seem to want to peel their skin and cramps, it is impossible to say "I hope the person who is being rescued is dead".
Unable to vent his fear and bewilderment, the peddler riding a tricycle suddenly knelt on the ground with a "plop" and burst into tears.
The accompanying policeman asked San Pang: "Who are you?"
San Pang: "Neighbor."
The policeman said "Oh" and asked again: "Is the child her son? Who else is in that woman's family? Where is her man?"
San Pang: "If you die, you will be orphaned and widowed."
The policeman was quite moved, but he didn't know what to express or what advice to give. After a long while, he sighed: "This is not easy to handle. There is no money. The party responsible must be powerless." Bear the compensation, you, alas, let the family members be mentally prepared."
San Pang raised his eyes, and asked blankly, "Then what if we don't lose money?"
The policeman thought for a while: "The family members can sue—but let me tell you the truth, it's useless to save money, and the court will probably award the party responsible for this kind of thing compensation, but it doesn't make any difference whether it is awarded or not. rise."
As if to confirm his words, the peddler kneeling on the ground suddenly kowtowed so hard that the floor was trembling, and he looked like he was about to hit his head to death, shouting indistinctly: "You let me Pay her with my life, I have a sick woman at home, what should I do if the child is only five years old? I can't help it, please, please let me pay her with my life!"
Mazi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly rushed forward, punching and kicking the man like crazy, everyone hurried up to stop him, Wei Qian put an arm around his waist with difficulty: "Okay, okay, beat him to death!" What's his use?"
A hoarse roar erupted from Mazi's throat, like a wounded beast, roaring out all the strength in his body.
Then he suddenly staggered a few steps as if his whole body was exhausted, slid down with his back against the wall, covered his face, and his shoulders trembled violently.
The victim is still being rescued, and his life and death are unknown. The perpetrator and the family members of the victim cried bitterly outside face to face.
The accompanying policeman was probably a young man who had just started work not long ago, his face was still immature, and he hadn't gotten used to the helpless life, old age, sickness and death in the world. Before leaving, he searched all over his body, but couldn't find anything of value. I had no choice but to say to San Pang rather self-deprecatingly: "I am also a poor man."
Then he took out his ID and card, and left the wallet, which contained a total of two hundred and thirty banknotes and a handful of steel coins.
Wei Qian and San Pang stayed with Mazi all day in the hospital. In the evening, Wei Qian's eyelids started to twitch wildly again for no reason.
He said hello to Sanpang, went out to take a breath, smoked a cigarette, and calculated that it was almost time, and the two children had already arrived home, so he used the ic phone at the entrance of the hospital to dial the number at home.
At that time, there were already mobile phones on the market, but they were not affordable for people like them. However, home landline phones fell off the market with mobile phones and became cheaper.
Even so, the phone number of Wei Qian's family is only known to Le Ge and a few good brothers. The family rules set by Wei's parents are strictly forbidden to abuse the phone-the phone fee is charged.
The phone went through, but no one answered.
Wei Qian frowned, hung up the phone, waited for a while, and dialed again, but still no one answered.
When no one answered the call for the third time, Wei Qian's heart was already beating wildly, and someone behind him who was waiting in line to make a call urged him impatiently: "Hey, young man, did you call? So many people Waiting!"
Wei Qian looked up at him murderously, and the other party didn't dare to say anything, muttered a few curse words, and turned to look for other public phones.
Wei Qian didn't give up, and called several times, but no one answered over and over again, his fingertips were so cold that they were numb.
"Qian'er, what's the matter?" Seeing that he hadn't come back for a long time, San Pang came out to look for him.
Wei Qian managed to stay calm, licked his chapped lips, forced himself to lower his voice, and slowed down his speech: "I don't know, no one answers the phone at home, those two brats"
He couldn't continue, realizing that if he continued, he might start yelling.
San Pang pushed him on the shoulder: "You go back first, I'll keep an eye on it, and I'll find some people to help you—the two brats may not be in charge of where they are going to play today, so don't worry."
Wei Qian ran away.
Sanpang was stunned for a moment: "You fucking slow down, watch the car!"
San Pang feels that he was born in a poor family, but among the people he has met in his life, children as unlucky as Wei Qian and Mazi are really unique, especially Wei Qian, this kid has lived to this age, it seems that only a few days have passed Living a comfortable life is either worrying or worrying, Sanpang always thinks anxiously, sooner or later, he will have to fuck himself to death.
This is a blessing that never comes without double, and misfortune never comes singly.
Wei Qian ran all the way home until he saw Leizi, San Pang's brother, squatting at the door from afar, probably because San Pang called him to help.
Seeing that Leizi was squatting and talking to Song Xiaobao, Wei Qian stopped. At this moment, his back was soaked in sweat. He bent down, put one hand on his knee, gasped for a while, and a drop of water fell on his forehead. Sweat fell, seeped from the thick eyelashes, did not fall into the eyes, and flowed down the edge of the eyelashes, almost like crying.
Wei Qian wiped the sweat off his brow before striding over with a sullen face.
He greeted Leizi first, thanked him, and then hurriedly grabbed Song Xiaobao's shoulder with one hand, roughly pulled her to him, swept her up and down, and saw that she had no skin except for a little red eye circles. After scratching a piece, he relaxed a little bit, but his face was still ferocious, interrogating Xiaobao like a prisoner: "What's going on? Why didn't you answer the phone? Why didn't you come in? Where's Xiaoyuan?"
Xiao Bao pursed his mouth, it could be regarded as seeing his relatives, and he blinked his eyes and was about to cry.
Before she could cry, Wei Qian yelled, "Don't cry! Where's Xiao Yuan?"
Xiaobao held back his tears abruptly.
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