The way Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan get along with each other is even more puzzling than the clothes that are popular on girls every year.
Usually, within five minutes, you can switch between "choke on each other" and "reconcile" several times without any obstacles.
Faster and more impermanent than lightning, not something stupid mortals can keep up with.
Song Xiaobao used her rare language talent to give Wei Zhiyuan nicknames. Her favorite nicknames were "Puppy", "Big Eyed Lamp", "Sheep Dung Ball with a Reed Stick Top" (abbreviated as "Sheep dung ball"), "little bastard", "bastard", etc. Wei Zhiyuan is relatively concise, usually the three words "ugly girl" can kill her cleanly in the blink of an eye.
But after that day, Song Xiaobao's address to Wei Zhiyuan suddenly ceased to be so ever-changing, and she simplified it to "Second Brother".
Song Xiaobao stopped her unilateral provocations. In front of Wei Zhiyuan, she finally changed from an annoying brat to a lovable little girl. Wei Zhiyuan reciprocated, and naturally shortened his address to her as "Xiaobao" Since then, the two cubs have evolved from a rivalry to a normal brother-sister relationship.
However, Wei Qian didn't have time to enjoy the noise and reconciliation of these children. As long as the two of them didn't fight, even if they quarreled, he wouldn't be able to tell it. Turn a blind eye to things that are not of interest.
That day, Wei Qian smeared the anti-swelling medicine on Wei Zhiyuan's little face, his face remained calm, and he didn't show any expression, first he awkwardly comforted Xiao Bao who was angered by him.
Xiaobao looked at him with tears in his eyes, his pitiful eyes were heartbreaking: "Brother, are you still angry with me?"
Wei Qian lowered his eyes and unconsciously twirled his fingers at his side. His face was tense and serious, but he was embarrassed and annoyed in his heart. Facing his precious sister, Wei Qian couldn't hold his chest up like a normal person and say "I'm sorry." I shouldn't have hit you", nor can I simply say "I'm not mad at you anymore".
The two of them stood still for more than ten seconds before Wei Qian spoke up and said, "Hey, I'll give you two ten dollars a week from now on. Don't you like popsicles?"
San Pang, who listened with his ears upright, was almost overwhelmed by this, and he gave in to this donkey who squinted his eyes and fried his hair.
Wei Qian wiped away Xiaobao's tears, coaxed her well, and sent the two children to bed. Then he walked out of the house and said to Sanpang and the others: "If I find this person, I must destroy him."
When he said this, his expression and tone were almost flat, as if he said casually "I'm going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes".
Probably from then on, the young Wei Qian began to learn not to show his emotions or anger.
San Pang felt that, out of brotherly loyalty, he should agree, but for some reason, he always felt a little faintly afraid. He didn't feel embarrassed to say it in front of other people, and he seemed cowardly when he said it. Wei Qian is currently a celebrity in Le Ge, and Xiao He and the others are somewhat flattering, vowing one by one that they will help him find this person, while San Pang patted the young boy's thin shoulder without saying a word.
On the surface, it was others who had said everything, and San Pang kept everything in his mouth. In fact, in San Pang's inner world, some kind of huge worry began to emerge.
Fighting, making trouble, even petty theft, these are the daily routines of bastards. Although they are not good things, they can't make a big mess, but Wei Qian only said one sentence, and stopped mentioning this matter, turned around Go and thank Xiaohe and the others politely.
San Fatty knew him well, knew that he was holding back a major event, he felt that kind of desperate and lawless killing intent, and felt that Wei Qian was the prelude to going crazy.
At that moment, San Pang sincerely hoped that the pervert would stay away and never be found by Wei Qian.
Wei Qian was really going crazy, so the plaster cast was removed the next day, and he went to the night show of ghosts and ghosts, so that he could continue to pick up and drop off the two children during the day.
At that time, new drugs such as ecstasy had not yet become popular, and the relevant supervision was not strict. There were everything in nightclubs, including early sex workers and sick addicts, and there were crazy dance floors for young people. There is also a theater for rock youth carnival late at night.
All night long, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.
Two bowls of yellow soup came to my head, causing disturbances almost every day.
Wei Qian dealt with this group of people.
As soon as his arm grew back, he started a new period of intensive fighting life. He led people to fight almost every day, and every morning he came back smelling of alcohol and injured. In just two months, Wei Qian With the attitude of a mad dog, he turned out to be a well-known thug.
Brother Le didn't treat his brother with troubles badly, and he earned a lot of money during that time, and his little brother kept asking him about the perverted news.
But I don't know if the prayer of the three fat boys moved God, but they really never found it.
Wei Qian's body became stronger in the fierce conflicts again and again, and some people began to call him Brother Wei. He acquired the dangerous aura of a real thug at an incredible speed, and he sneaked out at noon that year. The teenagers who went to the billiards hall to grab a meal at the school looked like two different people.
Violence is a very dangerous behavior. In this behavior, it can continuously reward itself, strengthen itself, and finally change a person's personality.
Those who have never been in contact with it will never understand why some people are addicted to violence. It is like a drug, which can ignite the adrenaline in the body in an instant, and can build up distorted self-esteem and self-confidence, a sense of security, a sense of belonging, and even under the fearful eyes of little brothers. Under these conditions, Wei Qian can find a certain degree of self "value" in it.
It can bring people an experience similar to "success", and just as "success" will subtly turn a person into a "successful" thinking, "violence" will also subtly turn people into "violent". "Thinking".
People who are addicted to it will involuntarily start to expand themselves, avoiding normal people's concerns about "consequences" and other ways of thinking about solving problems.
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Fear and guilt will first disintegrate in the case of self-denial, and then self-control will begin to collapse, until finally, all conscience, morality and warmth of this person will be wiped out in the heart together, and finally fall into an "incorrigible" "The point.
Some people say that most of the so-called "desperadoes" are people who don't even want their lives for money. In fact, it is not accurate. What they get in exchange for their lives is far more complicated than the value of simple "money".
As for Wei Qian, he walked clearly on this broad avenue.
He was ignorant, but San Pang, who was watching coldly, was terrified.
Sanpang finally couldn't help it, and said to Wei Qian in private for the second time: "Don't do this, go to the Internet cafe, it's so relaxing, and you can rest for a while during the day, and I will pick you up and drop off for our younger siblings to and from school, okay?" good?"
It was already late autumn at that time, Wei Qian relied on his youth and strong firepower, the foolish boy slept on the cold bed, put his head under the faucet and rinsed it with cold water, and when he heard this, he just raised his head.
He picked up a towel and wiped his head and face, then shook his head vigorously from side to side, and replied, "No need, don't worry about it."
San Pang had no choice but to shut up again.
The third brother watched Wei Qian grow up, and knew this kid well, so it was okay to say it once, he knew it was a good intention, and he also knew how to appreciate it, and if he talked too much, his donkey temper would come up, and he would really be in a hurry to deny himself.
Sanpang had no choice but to change the subject: "Hey, what's the matter with that pockmark? It's haunted. The neighbors live in this neighborhood, and I go to the hospital every day to see his mother, but I haven't seen it for half a month. I've seen him, what's going on?"
Mazi's mother stayed in the intensive care unit for a long time, and the high hospitalization fee made the three brothers almost sell everything. In the end, Mazi mortgaged their house and borrowed some money. At least his mother took his life. But she was so burnt that she was inhumane. One arm and one leg were completely amputated, and she never got up again.
They will no longer have a place to eat her soy milk fritters.
Wei Qian was taken aback, he would go to the hospital when he was free during the day, to see if there was still money in the account, and try his best to make up for it, but he hadn't seen Mazi for more than half a month—he was still in the same room as Mazi. I work in a nightclub.
Sanpang frowned: "You said that grandson is two hundred and fifty, so nothing will happen?"
When he mentioned it, Wei Qian fell in love with him. One night he happened to be on duty in the middle of the night. Wei Qian dawdled for a while and waited in the monitoring room. After three o'clock, Wei Qian had almost fallen asleep. , he saw Mazi come out after cleaning the first batch of retreated boxes. The monitoring was very unclear. Wei Qian saw another person not far from Mazi. He couldn’t tell what he looked like, but he kept the same distance from Mazi. .
It seemed that he tried his best not to let others find out that he and Mazi were together.
Shocked, Wei Qian went out from the monitoring room, kept an eye out, avoided the camera, and followed Mazi carefully.
He didn't dare to get too close, the person with Mazi was too vigilant, he looked back several times.
Mazi and the man walked into a small alley sheltered from the wind. It was still dark, and Wei Qian was too far away. He could barely see Mazi handing out a wad of money to the man. Passed a few sheets to Mazi, and gave him a small package.
The two broke up hastily, and Wei Qian was given a headache by the wind in the late autumn morning.
After confirming that the man was gone, Wei Qian cautiously followed Mazi for a while until he felt safe, then he came out and called out: "Mazi!"
He was going to interrogate Mazi about the matter of Cai, but Mazi turned around and ran away like a frightened bird.
Wei Qian immediately chased after him.
Mazi ran as fast as a rabbit, turning here and there in the small alley. It didn't take long for Wei Qian to lose track of him.
Wei Qian kicked a stone away with all his might, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck!"
Then go home and wait in front of Mazi's house.
It was almost dawn, and the lights in his house were already turned on. Xiao Yuan and Xiao Bao got up and got ready for school, but he couldn't stop the pockmarks.
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