On the afternoon of August 15th, Wei Qian bought two boxes of mooncakes. When he passed by the hospital, he stopped in and left a box for Mazi Ma.
Mazi pushed his mother out to go around, but Mazi's mother was not very comfortable, half of her face was splattered with hot oil, it was basically disfigured, and she was very sensitive to other people's eyes - if others looked at her face, she would She would run away in a panic, but if others deliberately didn't look at her face, she would feel that she was scary and felt uncomfortable.
She could relax a bit only when she saw Wei Qian and San Pang, they were more diligent than Mazi, even if her face was burnt into a black charcoal, they were both used to it.
"Auntie, I bought some mooncakes. I'll put down a box for you. You can try some of them during the festival." Wei Qian said, he didn't buy mooncakes in bulk, but in boxes.
Instead of thanking him, Mazi's mother blurted out: "Why are you buying this? You're wasting money!"
Wei Qian continued her words in a good manner: "Who says it's not, I don't know what's delicious about this greasy thing, who made my two 'bosses' like it?"
Mazi's mother laughed: "You can't be so used to it, it's going to be all bad by then."
She didn't say anything, but she always felt that she was a heavy burden in her heart. No one had the financial resources to hire a professional nurse for her. Most of the time, Mazi's mother had to live in the hospital alone, with no one to talk to. . For her, it is a great enjoyment to have an acquaintance come to chat about trivial matters.
Not to mention that her son spent the whole afternoon pushing her for a stroll outside.
Mazi's mother hadn't been this happy for a long time. Today, even if her smile was ugly, it was so ugly that it was sincere.
Wei Qian is actually not used to talking about big mountains with people at length. He sat with Mazi's mother for a while, and almost wiped out his smile for more than half a month at once. His mouth was dry and his face was a little stiff before he left.
During this period, Mazi was still listening silently as usual.
When Wei Qian left the hospital, he felt a sense of relief as if he had let go of something. He and Sanpang had already brought back the pockmark. From now on, it would be a big deal for everyone to take turns to take care of the pockmarked mother. Anyway, he didn't have a mother himself, so one more would not count. What.
When Wei Qian came home and opened the door, the two little things that were sitting on the sofa, just like the meerkats, stretched their necks in exactly the same way and turned their heads back, looking eager to see through, Xiao Bao just wanted to complain, Unexpectedly, seeing the box in Wei Qian's hand first, his eyes were straightened, and he jumped up incoherently and said, "Moon cake! The TV is broken!"
"" Wei Qian looked at her and said, "Okay, let it be repaired for you."
Song Xiaobao shook his head and tail: "Hey hey hey."
Wei Qian talked too much in the afternoon, so he was too lazy to open his mouth at this time, so he stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction of the kitchen. Song Xiaobao stared blankly at his hand: "There are still mooncakes in the kitchen?"
But Wei Zhiyuan jumped off the sofa well-trained, went to the kitchen, and took out the toolbox under the storage box.
This puppy leg has been cultivated to the point where it can read brain waves, Wei Qian felt very relieved, and at the same time accused Song Xiaobao of dissatisfaction: "Go away, it doesn't make sense to you."
Song Xiaobao was wronged: "You didn't say anything at all!"
His TV was repaired more than once. Everything in his house was repaired more than once.
Wei Qian was already a skilled worker. He sat on the ground and took off the cover of the TV set. Song Xiaobao salivated and winked at the mooncake box, but Wei Zhiyuan leaned on his shoulder to watch him check the fault, obediently.
Wei Qian glanced at him, and felt that this boy was more handsome than the little girl, and also more like a caring little padded jacket than the little girl.
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him adoringly: "Brother is amazing, I will also be a TV repairer in the future."
Wei Qian: ""
Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with big ignorant eyes.
Wei Qian said, "I'm offering you to study, just to make you a TV repairer?"
Wei Zhiyuan said hesitantly, "Then I can be a TV seller!"
Wei Qian laughed—the little boy pretended to be cute.
Since Wei Zhiyuan started to go to school in a serious manner, the report card has fully reflected this kid's talent. Wei Qian himself was unusually precocious when he was a child, and in retrospect, he may not have better grades than him.
In the evening, Wei Qian fixed the TV, divided the mooncakes with a knife, and sat down with them to eat mooncakes and watch TV dramas.
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In The Legend of the Condor Heroes, when Guo Jing left Mongolia and followed the Jiangnan Seven Monsters back to the Central Plains, there was a knock on their door.
The person knocking on the door was not heavy, and seemed a little uncertain. He knocked a few times and hesitated a few times.
Wei Qian thought it was some brother, and he went to answer the door with a cigarette in his mouth and his body covered in bandages without his shirt on.
When he opened the door, he was stunned for a moment, only to see a strange old lady in front of him.
The old lady has gray hair, but is hale and hearty. She is not tall and does not reach Wei Qian's shoulders. She is black and thin. The trousers were parted, and the trouser legs were hanging, revealing her thin and thin ankles.
She carried a dusty luggage on her back, and held a plastic bag full of empty soda cans and drink bottles in her hand. Her hair was neatly combed, and her clothes were clean. She was about sixty or seventy years old. , but don't bend your waist, don't hunch your back.
This old lady was probably a rag picker, but she was the most respectable rag picker Wei Qian had ever seen.
At the same time, the old lady looked at the young man who was obviously not a good citizen in front of her with some horror. She obviously didn't expect such a person to open the door, but she didn't step back, subconsciously raised her chest and asked confidently: "Song Dawei is Do you live here?"
Her attitude couldn't be described as good, and there was a faint sense of unfriendly guard, Wei Qian didn't have time to care about it, but he felt that the words "Song Dawei" were very familiar, and he couldn't remember who it was for a while.
The old lady saw that he was blank and did not answer, and said, "Then Song Lili also lives here?"
"Song Lili?" Wei Qian frowned and asked, "What do you want from her?"
Xiaobao heard it from the house, and ran out bouncingly: "Hey! Who is looking for me?"
As soon as she jumped out, the shriveled and thin old lady who tried her best to show that she had no stage fright suddenly trembled. She looked greedily and intently at Song Xiaobao's curious head, trembling more and more, suddenly , before Wei Qian had time to stop him, he hugged the little girl, and then burst into tears in a disgraceful manner.
Until then, Wei Qian belatedly remembered that "Song Dawei" was the short-lived stepfather who had given him a good life for several years, Song Xiaobao's father.
And very dramatic, this old lady is his stepfather's biological mother.
In the early years, long-distance train tickets were expensive for rural residents in remote areas. The flow of migrant workers had just formed, and it was not yet a boom. Convenience, relatives mainly rely on letters and remittances to communicate with each other.
Later Song Dawei had no news, the old lady came to see very anxiously, but coincidentally, at that juncture, her wife had a stroke, and in those few years she had no spare time, and the letters she asked her to write to her son all disappeared one after another——Wei Qian His mother never thought of contacting Song Dawei's family at that time, she was only concerned about taking drugs and dying.
Finally, just after the Dragon Boat Festival this year, the old lady's crooked old man followed in the footsteps of the sage, completely blowing the lamps and candles and kicking the pot.
Mrs. Song turned into a complete lonely old woman. She sent the old man away crying and making a fuss. She packed up her few belongings, managed to scrape together some money, and came to this place by picking up trash all the way. In the northern city she once lived, she came to join her son.
When the old lady knocked on the door, she still raised her chest and looked up, although she was carrying a bag of soda cans that hadn't been sold in time, she was trying her best to maintain her countryman's dignity in this strange city. dignity.
And this dignity was finally shattered to pieces after she found out that her son had also died early.
Mid-autumn festival, reunion festival, family reunion of all Chinese people, no one knows that in a dilapidated tube building, an old lady found out in a panic that her wife and son were all gone. After seeing her off, she spent the first half of her life in vain, leaving her a bleak end.
She sat on the ground and cried like a magic voice piercing her ears, causing everyone to not even eat the mooncakes.
Wei Qian looked at the old black and white photos that the old lady brought with her. The silly boy on it vaguely looked like his short-lived stepfather, and checked the remittance slip she brought. Ji believed that she was really Xiaobao's real grandmother.
After all, they are blood relatives. Although Wei Qian felt that this silly old woman was annoying, he didn't throw her out on the night of August Festival, and took her and Xiaobao to live in the same room for the time being.
But who would have thought that this old lady didn't know good from bad, so she wiped away her tears, her small eyes, which were exactly the same as Wei Qian's stepfather Song Dawei, were full of shrewd and cunning light, and she knew Wei Qian was not a good person at a glance, so she asked insincerely After saying a few words to him, she was amiable at first, but later she learned that he was a gangster in a nightclub who watched the scene and operated the knife. The old lady finally couldn't bear it.
At that time, the rural old lady didn't understand what young and Dangerous people were, and what was the underworld. In her eyes, Wei Qian was just a stinky hooligan who didn't learn well.
Of course, her views are somewhat correct.
Of course, the old lady couldn't let her precious granddaughter live with a stinky hooligan, but she could also see that Xiaobao was very dependent on this big brother.
This old thing has experienced the entire modern history of China in her life, the two wars, the change of dynasties, and even all kinds of movements after the founding of the People's Republic of China. .
She knows that everything needs a strategy, so she didn't face Wei Qian in a hurry, and decided to hold back and think about how to "rescue" her granddaughter from this stinky hooligan.
But Wei Qian didn't have time to care what she thought, because something happened that night.
At 3:30 in the morning, someone knocked on the door of Wei Qian's house. Wei Qian got up in a jerk. It was strange that he was woken up so roughly when he was in the deepest sleep. His first reaction was not to curse, Instead, he broke out in a cold sweat first—as if he had a premonition that something was wrong.
Wei Zhiyuan got up in a daze, wrapped in a blanket, he didn't know what happened, his mind was muddled, he jumped out of bed barefoot, and followed Wei Qian to open the door.
Before Wei Qian's door was fully opened, something stuffed in the crack of the door suddenly fell out. He picked it up and saw that it was an envelope with a wad of money in it.
The third fat man at the door was still shirtless, only wearing slippers and big underpants, revealing a white body of fat, obviously just rolled off the bed, holding an identical envelope in his hand, before Wei Qian could react, San Pang quickly said: "It's Mazi! I only saw this envelope when I got up to pee in the middle of the night. It must have been stuffed by Mazi's grandson!"
At that moment, Wei Qian's mind was surprisingly calm, and he asked in a low voice, "Where did he get so much money?"
Sanpang: "I won't sell it to others again"
"Impossible!" Wei Qian cut him off, "Impossible, third brother, you don't know that group of people, they want you to work hard for a long time, and they will definitely hang you little by little, impossible once Give you so much money out of hand."
Knowing that Wei Qian was implying that Mazi might have done something more serious than drug trafficking, San Pang rarely looked at him in panic.
"I saw him this afternoon. I should have known that something was wrong with him." Wei Qian's heart raced quickly. He reached out to pick up the phone on the table, dialed a number, and called a brother who was on duty in the middle of the night later that day. After a long while, Wei Qian put down the phone, his expression soured to the point of horror.
"Why?" San Pang unconsciously held his breath and lowered his voice.
"There was an accident over there tonight. I heard that a large group of policemen came. They searched inside and out and took away many people." Wei Qian quickly put on his coat and put on his shoes. It's okay"
San Pang grabbed his arm: "What does he have to do with this matter?"
Wei Qian lowered his voice: "How do I know? I'll go over and take a look. You go to the hospital and ask the nurse on duty to see if he's there at night."
Wei Zhiyuan quickly trotted to follow Wei Qian, Wei Qian grabbed his arm and carried him back to the house: "What are you doing here? Go back to sleep, you won't be going to school tomorrow?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "I'll help you go out to find Brother Mazi."
"Little brat," Wei Qian glared at him impatiently, "If you don't make trouble for me, you will be of great help."
Wei Zhiyuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his bright eyes dimmed immediately.
He suddenly felt his own contradiction - if he showed his precociousness, it would not be so easy to get the attention of the big brother, but he acted as stupid as Xiaobao. A furry child like Xiaobao.
The two "adults" were already in a panic at this moment, and no one could care about guessing Wei Zhiyuan's heart full of contradictions.
"Qian'er" San Pang didn't move, his palms were covered with cold sweat, his voice was extremely dry, "If he is caught by the police, what will happen to him?"
Wei Qian looked up at him in the unlit living room, his eyes were black and white, sharp as knives.
"What do you say?" he asked back.
San Pang's heart sank.
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