Mazi seemed to know that Wei Qian would squat at the door of his house to block him, so he decided not to return home.
He didn't even go to the hospital, and only when he was about to run out of money in his account would he quietly go to pay the money. Ever since he was seen by Wei Qian once in a nightclub, he has been determined to avoid Wei Qian .
That night, Wei Qian wasn't on duty, and he and San Pang walked around the door of Mazi's house for countless times. San Pang snatched a cigarette from Wei Qian's hand, squatted down on the ground, stared at the ant nest on the ground and said: " You can hide it enough, hey Qianer, you said that when that kid was studying, if he had such a devious brain, would he not even be able to count the number?"
Wei Qian was annoyed by his nagging: "Shut up, so many words, are you leaking?"
San Fatty covered his chest: "You little bastards, you're all too scared, aren't you? I'll shit and piss."
Wei Qian glanced at him coldly.
San Pang's voice stopped abruptly, and after a while, he said meaningfully in a half-joking tone: "Didn't you notice that you have become more and more hostile recently? Have you eaten too much Maoxuewang?"
Wei Qian ignored him, on the glass on the third floor, Wei Zhiyuan lay on the window, pointed in a certain direction, and lip-synced to them.
Sanpang: "The monkey kid is lying on the window like a gecko, what are you doing?"
Wei Qian grabbed San Pang, turned into the small alley behind Mazi's house, and whispered to San Pang, "I asked him to stare into the distance to watch out for me."
San Pang Daqi: "Because of this, you bought him a telescope?"
Wei Qian: "No, he didn't know where he got the plastic concave-convex mirror. He adjusted the focal length and pasted it with a roll of cardboard."
Sanpang was filled with emotion: "Awesome, ingenious, what a good seedling of a scientist, what is this?"
Wei Qian picked up a sack and a roll of hemp rope from the corner, picked up the sack himself, and threw the rope to San Pang: "Hiding me? Tie him up."
San Pang looked down at the roll of hemp rope in his hand, and was even more emotional: "It's awesome, murder and kidnap, a good seed of a Liangshan hero!"
Wei Qian took two steps, then recalled: "You called me a bandit?"
San Pang: "Oh, baby, you really know yourself."
Wei Qian: ""
San Pang couldn't understand him, so he wanted to stab him twice every day, Wei Qian knew it in his heart, but he didn't care about it.
He walked the path he chose, regardless of life or death, without complaint or regret.
But it's like walking alone in the rain, the wind is bitter and rainy, and the body is covered with mud. If others are willing to cover him with the palm of their hands, he only feels it is ironic, and he doesn't feel disgusted.
Mazi spied around from a distance, and made sure that Fatty and Wei Qian were not there, and then returned to his home like a thief. Mazi was so nervous that he fished out the key tremblingly, while searching around ghostly, finally, He inserted the key into the keyhole and breathed a sigh of relief.
However, he didn't let go of his breath. Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and he was pushed against the wall. The man put his knees against his body, and the hands that twisted his arms seemed to be made of iron. Then, pockmarked hands Just got tied up.
Mazi's heart sank, and an uncontrollable urge to urinate surged up. His first reaction was that he was arrested by the police, and he felt like -.
Wei Qian and San Pang went to Wei Qian's house with pockmarks one by one.
Song Xiaobao looked curiously at her pockmarked brother who was bound by five flowers, jumped out and shouted: "Kidnapping! Hand in your gun and don't kill me!"
Sanpang smiled wryly: "Dear sister, you are really messed up."
Wei Zhiyuan quickly grabbed her, pushed her into the hut, and imitated his elder brother and said, "Did you write your math homework? I won't copy it for you."
Having no place to copy homework is a big deal, Song Xiaobao pouted, losing interest in kidnapping.
Wei Zhiyuan pushed her into the room and peeked out through the crack of the door. San Pang saw it, smiled all over his face, and gave him a thumbs up to encourage him. Wei Zhiyuan smiled at him to express his friendliness, but still waited for his elder brother's reaction.
Wei Qian took out a box of the kind of mints that nightclubs prepare for free for guests from his pocket, and threw it across the air. This time Wei Zhiyuan smiled openly, stretched out his hand to catch it, and closed the door contentedly and left.
San Pang felt that this scene was very familiar, but later he remembered that this was a standard dog-training action—Wei Zhiyuan almost accepted it with his mouth open.
"You," San Pang said to Wei Qian shaking his head, "you are so wicked that there are kebabs on the ancestral grave."
Then the two of them untied the sack from Mazi's head together.
Neither of them expected to scare Mazi like this—Mazi's eyes were scattered, and it took a long while after he saw the two of them clearly. His legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground.
"I'm a second uncle and grandpa." San Pang squatted down and looked at his face carefully, "The pimples are so frighteningly pale, how many sins have you done, brother?"
Wei Qian didn't intend to talk nonsense, and pulled San Pang away: "Who was the person who met you that day? What did he give you? Why did he give you money? Why did you run away when you saw me?"
San Pang pulled him: "Slow down, don't burn his brains out."
"It's better to burn it!" Wei Qian picked up the pockmarked collar, "Do you want to say it yourself or let me search you?"
Mazi looked at his brother who was close at hand, his tongue seemed to be tied up, he couldn't speak a word, he could only look deeply at Wei Qian, his eyes reflected some kind of thrilling sadness.
Wei Qian didn't care whether he was sad or not, he did what he said, and began to search his body without hesitation. Soon, he found a few small paper bags from his pockmarked pocket.
Of course Wei Qian knew what it was, and he would never forget what kind of ghost his mother was when she was dying, but he couldn't believe it for a while, after a moment of stunned, he slowly opened one of the paper bags, The fine white powder inside finally became a reality he could not escape.
"What is this?" Wei Qian asked, and then his voice changed suddenly, "What is this?!"
A line of tears flowed down from the corner of Mazi's eyes, like a dying tortoise by the dry river bed.
Wei Qian jumped up suddenly and gave him a kick in the chest, but unfortunately he didn't kick hard, so he was hugged by San Pang and dragged back to the sofa. Wei Qian tried hard to break away from him: "Anyway, he is dying , why don’t I kill him directly, and it can be clean, environmentally friendly, energy-saving and emission-reducing!”
As a non-combatant, San Pang couldn't hold him back, so he quickly said, "Boy, kid, those two kids are still in the house, don't shout and kill here."
In a word, Wei Qian calmed down miraculously. Wei Qian subconsciously looked back at the hut, and found that the door of the hut had been pushed open a crack, and two pairs of small eyes were sneakily peeping outside. , The two cubs met his gaze, they were startled, and with a "bang", they closed the door to hide it.
Wei Qian burst into anger, and left most of it dumbfounded.
But Mazi couldn't suppress it anymore. He seemed to suppress the desolation and hopelessness of the whole world in his chest. He leaned back and lay sideways on the ground, his hands were still tied, curled up into a big shrimp, and kept grabbing his head. On the ground, weeping loudly, as if this is the only way to vent his one-of-a-kind depression in his chest.
San Pang let go of Wei Qian, squatted down, and touched the powder that was accidentally spilled on the ground with his chubby fingers.
He waited quietly for Mazi to cry for a while, until his crying subsided, San Pang asked softly, "Is this 'white flour'?"
Mazi just cried "woo woo", unable to speak, San Pang lowered his head, his eyes were red when he raised his head again, he desperately looked to the other side, trying to hold back his tears, his lips pursed unconsciously became a line.
"I know that you definitely didn't smoke it yourself. You can't do this. I also know that our mother doesn't have enough money." Sanpang's voice was hoarse, but he couldn't continue. He took several deep breaths, generously His back was like an undulating bellows before he picked up the voice, "But this is a dead end, brother, brother, I can't watch you go to a dead end! If our mother knows, she will be hanged in the hospital tonight On the radiator. Why are you so ignorant!"
Wei Qian had a stiff face and remained silent. Mazi's tears seemed to have dried up, and he lay there dying, without any response.
San Pang wiped his eyes with his finger to prevent others from seeing that he was crying.
The three of them were silent for a while in the small living room. Wei Qian suddenly walked to the bedside table and opened it. Inside was a small stack of RMB, which he had saved recently. He stuffed the money into the pockmarked drug pocket. He said word by word: "Third brother still has parents, so he can't be the head of their family. I am the head of our family, and I have the final say—look at my house, if it is sold, how much is it worth? It is enough to support our mother." For a long time? Just tell me if you need the money, I’ll give you the money if you have the money, and sell it if you don’t.”
Mazi's eyes slowly fell on the two of them, his eyes were bloodshot.
Wei Qian said impatiently: "What do you look at? If you encounter something ass, you will cry in your arms. What are you two doing? Isn't it just money? Isn't it just money?"
When he said this, he couldn't connect.
Yeah, what's so great about money? But they just have no money!
Wei Qian got up, sat down on the dilapidated sofa, tried hard to calm his heartbeat - he heard the sound of a trapped animal in his chest.
Sanpang sighed, untied Mazi's rope, helped him up, picked up a few packs of "white flour", and flushed them all down the toilet.
That night, Mazi took the money Wei Qian and San Pang gave him, and left without saying a word.
He walked to the front of the building—the place where he and his mother were frying deep-fried dough sticks, and suddenly stopped. Mazi raised his head and shouted upstairs: "Ah!"
Wei Qian and San Pang pushed open the window and looked down.
Mazi knelt down on the spot with a "plop", his bent spine turned into a shrimp. He kowtowed to his brothers for their sincere friendship, then reached out and touched the dirt and grass clippings on his forehead, got up and walked up.
He is not good at words, and he can't speak at critical moments, so it must be so.
A new moon has risen in the sky, and if it is fuller, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The pervert who specializes in bullying children has not yet been found, probably the pervert did not expect that the same rice can support all kinds of people, and among the fragrant and soft children who are easy to bully, there are also strong men like Wei Zhiyuan who fight to the death. Let Wei Zhiyuan get impotent on the spot by poking him with a pipe, and he never appeared again after that.
In the first week of the August Festival, Wei Qian won a big prize. There is a saying that a person is floating in the rivers and lakes, how can he not be knifed, he has just made a name right now, and really wants to make a name for himself in this small rivers and lakes Li Wan, if you don't pay thousands of dollars one by one, you won't be able to survive.
This was the first time Wei Qian had been macheted. He was carried back. Although the wounds were all skin trauma, the blood all over his body was terribly frightening.
But even though he got down in the end, he still managed the situation at that time. Brother Le was very grateful to him and thought he was a good talent, so he gave him a lot of holiday money for his freshman year and asked him to go home and raise him for a month before coming back , Wei Qian took a "paid" vacation.
Money can comfort Wei Qian's heart, but it can't comfort Xiaobao's heart. Xiaobao has never seen so much blood in his life. At that time, he was like a mouse whose ass was blown by a bamboo stick. It rang in Wei Qian's ear, annoying him to death.
San Pang completely became their family's nanny, and patted Xiaobao on the back: "Hey, don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, your brother has rough skin and thick flesh, it's okay."
Xiaobao hiccupped from crying.
"Third, third brother," she said intermittently, "my brother, is my brother going to die?"
"" Sanpang was silent for a moment, "Fuck you, unlucky boy, you're talking nonsense, can you hope for better?"
Xiaobao cried even more heartbroken: "I, I saw him roll his eyes!"
San Pang sighed heavily: "My ancestor, that obviously made you angry!"
Compared to her earth-shattering, Xiao Yuan's reaction was much calmer. He lowered his head and squatted beside Wei Qian's bed without saying a word, like a soul behind Wei Qian who had no sense of existence. Seeing her crying so sadly, and not being able to yell at her, I had to try to distract myself.
Wei Qian stretched out his hand wrapped in gauze, touched Wei Zhiyuan's head roughly, and pushed the back of his head to make him look up: "Hey, what are you doing with your head down, picking up money, you?"
Wei Qian's voice was interrupted suddenly. He saw Wei Zhiyuan, who had lowered his head, with red eye circles, silently shedding tears, gritted his teeth tightly, and squeezed his small fist, looking very tender. Sad and resentful.
Wei Zhiyuan was not yet ten years old at the time, he was a bit taller, and he hadn't had time to enter the frenzied puberty. He felt a clear and unbearable sadness and anger in his heart, thinking that he was dragging his elder brother down and making him work so hard for a little money.
Only children who grow up in a honeypot don't want to grow up, Wei Zhiyuan doesn't, at that moment, he hysterically wants to become strong, hysterically wants to become a real man.
Song Xiaobao's wailing only made Wei Qian feel helpless, but Wei Zhiyuan made him feel moved, Wei Qian's heart was rarely softened, he moved to the side to make a small space for Wei Zhiyuan, stretched out his hand and patted: "Come up. "
Wei Zhiyuan obediently crawled onto the bed, and nestled carefully into his arms.
Song Xiaobao looked at him eagerly: "Brother, I also want to sleep with you."
Wei Qian had nothing to do with her eyes, so he had to compromise: "Okay, come here too, I'll warn you, Song Xiaobao, this is the last time, you are a woman, what do you mean by sleeping with men all the time? How old are you? , I don’t even understand bullshit.”
San Pang was amazed, Wei Zhiyuan, the little wolf cub, grabbed Wei Qian's clothes like a boneless cat, it was so sticky, and Song Xiaobao on the other side turned into a starling who could only chatter, going back and forth A few words: "Brother, let's stop doing this, don't do this anymore."
And someone like Wei Qian with a negative patience index was not in a hurry with the two of them.
At first, Xiaobao said something, and Wei Qian responded. Later, when she found out that her words had become a car wheel, she laughed angrily: "Go to bed quickly, don't talk anymore!"
Xiaobao: "Brother, you are not allowed to do this."
Wei Qian: ""
He sighed, sat up reluctantly, patted Xiaobao to coax her to sleep: "Listen to you, you are my boss, okay?"
San Pang quietly helped them lock the door and left by himself. He suddenly felt that it was not that serious. With the bonds of the two children, Wei Qian would not fall into the situation where his relatives did not recognize him.
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