Wei Qian even dared to call his own mother a "bitch" in person, and didn't take this little old woman seriously at all. He sneered on the spot, using his very vitriol, and said, "What do you think you are? Get out!" Go away, don't worry about my sister, don't think that you are an old man who will not live for a few years, so I dare not send you on the road ahead of time."
He is very uneducated-of course, judging from his life experience, if he can still be educated under such circumstances, then this person must have time-traveled.
The old lady has lived for sixty or seventy years, and she has never encountered such a bastard who is not young or old. Thanks to her years of hard work and good health, she would have passed away with anger on the spot.
When people face jerks, they can't help but become even more jerks, so the old lady took out the tricks of the older generation of rural women and said without showing any weakness: "Okay, no problem, if you have anything to do Just kill me, even if you kill me, if I become a ghost, I will take my granddaughter away, and I will take her to live in a chicken coop and a pig coop, and I will not let her fall into the hands of a rascal like you!"
Wei Qian looked at her sullenly, the malice in his eyes seemed to be real, the young man had almost grown into the physique of an adult man, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the scars left by the fight on his body, adding a little indescribable The hostility made the old lady flinch uncontrollably.
Then she came back, stared back bravely with a tougher attitude, and resorted to the posture of crying, making trouble, and hanging herself, and released her big move: "If you have something to do, kill me! Kill me, you are also a shameless stinky hooligan Don’t you just do something? What else can you do? My old lady doesn’t have a good life for a few years anyway, so I’m afraid of you? Pooh!”
Before her saliva could come out of her mouth, Wei Qian brute force pushed her onto the table. Wei Qian finally lost face once and overturned Mrs. Song and the wooden table, spilling the vinegar soaked in Laba garlic All over the place, the sour smell is choking.
Mrs. Song said "Ouch", and sat on the ground with two cloves of garlic ridiculously on her head. Then she took a deep breath, uttered a loud voice that she could hear from ten miles away, and yelled while sitting on the ground: "Kill it! Kill it! Kill the stinky hooligan"
Her shouting stopped abruptly, because Wei Qian grabbed Granny Song by the collar, and pinched her wrinkled neck with veiny hands.
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Granny Song's neck was as thin as a chicken's neck, and he grabbed her with one hand. Her skin was loose, pitiful, Wei Qian strangled her neck tightly, and lifted her from the ground alive stand up.
This handsome young man's eyes are full of shadows, his description is indifferent, but his palms are very hot, his hands are extremely strong, as if he is determined to strangle this old woman to death.
Granny Song couldn't get away. She was flailing about like a fish that had fallen onto the shore, uselessly scissored the flesh of Wei Qian's arm with her protruding nails, and her face soon turned blue.
Wei Qian felt that he had almost pinched her organs and spine—after he dropped out of school, he lived a lawless life, and his heart surged with blood, and he easily crossed the ideological barrier of murder and arson. At that moment, Wei Qian really wanted to put this dead old woman Son so alive strangled to death.
Mrs. Song stuck out her tongue and started to roll her eyes. At this moment, a girl screamed from the bedroom door behind Wei Qian: "Brother!"
The door of the hut opened at some point, Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan were there, Wei Zhiyuan's face was solemn, Song Xiaobao's sharp childish voice was like a sword piercing his heart, the tendon in Wei Qian's brain was gently stirred for a moment.
He finally realized that he was really close to killing someone, and he was still in his own home. He immediately let go of his hand in shock. Mrs. Song was unsteady. As soon as he let go, she slid along the wall and sat on the ground, choking. .
Wei Qian blocked the rushing Xiaobao with one hand, knelt down and hit the old lady's chest hard a few times, imitating the way on TV and pressing down on her chest.
It took a long time for the old lady to catch her breath. She coughed earth-shatteringly, then she rolled back her black eyes, her voice was still hoarse, but the fighting spirit was still shining brightly.
Regardless of the fact that she had walked through the door of hell just now, the first thing she said when she woke up was pointing at Wei Qian's nose and saying, "You little bastard who kills a thousand knives, you son of a bitch!"
Before Wei Qian could get angry with this sentence, Xiao Bao threw himself into the old lady's arms: "Grandma!"
Mrs. Song thought of how desolate her evening life was. The widow lost her job and went all the way to the city to join her son. She was told that she lost her son in old age and was bullied by a little animal. Hug my head and cry.
Wei Qian's expression was numb, and his heart was also numb. He was at a loss for a while, and finally sighed. He tentatively stretched out his hand to touch Xiaobao's hair, but was slapped fiercely by Mrs. Song. Open.
The old woman was very strange, howling like ghosts and wolves did not delay her cursing.
"Don't touch my granddaughter, you rogue, murderer! Sooner or later, you will be shot! You will die!"
For a moment, Wei Qian thought she was right.
He came back from a great shock, sadness and anger, suddenly feeling disheartened.
Granny Song packed her simple luggage and took Xiaobao away in front of him. Wei Qian leaned against the wall and watched helplessly, without stopping or even saying a word.
With one hand held by her grandma, Xiao Bao followed her out passively, looking back at her elder brother constantly.
The eldest brother's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely tired, watching her leave all the way.
Xiaobao thought he would say something, but he didn't say anything, but that look was imprinted in her little, ignorant heart, and it was imprinted for a lifetime, never to be erased.
The door slammed shut in front of Wei Qian. After a while, he sat on the ground as if he lost his strength, lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and put it in his mouth. He was at a loss. , unable to cry or laugh, he just wanted to fall asleep, but he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep either.
The pockmarks are gone, and Xiaobao is still sleeping when he is gone.
Wei Zhiyuan came over silently, put the ashtray by Wei Qian's hand, and leaned carefully beside him.
Wei Qian raised his head and glanced at him, Wei Zhiyuan quickly stopped his movements, and carefully observed whether the eldest brother was annoyed, and when he found that he was not, he tentatively approached him more carefully, and finally, Wei Zhiyuan hugged Wei Qian's arm.
He found that his elder brother didn't object, and tentatively squeezed himself into Wei Qian's arms, resting his head on his body, smelling the pungent tobacco smell on his body.
"The pockmark is gone." Wei Qian said suddenly.
Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and saw that Wei Qian's eyes were unfocused on the floor. He felt that what he said was not meant for himself—Wei Qian never called him and Xiaobao directly "Pocky", no matter what he called him, they were always "you pockmarked" elder brother".
So Wei Zhiyuan didn't say a word, just listened quietly.
Wei Qian held him tighter, and the boy's warm body gave him indescribable comfort.
After this sentence, Wei Qian was silent again, he couldn't confide in it.
Suffering has blunted his senses, and he has long since lost the ability to express his feelings truthfully.
It was only when Wei Qian smoked all the cigarettes on his body that he remembered Wei Zhiyuan. The child had already hugged his arms like a koala, and fell asleep in his arms.
Wei Zhiyuan began to stretch a little, his feet grew up first, approaching the size of an adult, but his bones were still immature, he didn't look short, but he was still a small ball when shrunk.
How slow it is to grow—Wei Qian looked down at him and sighed.
Then he put out the cigarette, bent down, carefully picked up the child and put it on the bed, as usual, turned off the light and lay down together.
The sudden darkness had an extremely powerful force, which almost instantly crushed his strength and self-imposed numbness.
Wei Qian opened his dry eyes and thought, he is a stinky hooligan who was raised by a whore, and he didn't even want to be with his own sister who was raised by himself. A person like him is alive, and he is living so hard, and he has no value at all. nor.
What's the point of living
Might as well be dead.
Wei Qian was born in winter, at the end of the twelfth lunar month, the time has not yet arrived, that is to say, he has not yet turned seventeen.
He didn't live to be big, but he thought of death first.
Of course, despite thinking this way, Wei Qian still didn't die.
Death is not something so easy to do as soon as a thought flashes, even if he doesn't want to live, he absolutely dare not die.
He has to worry about what will happen to Mazi's mother in the future.
He still has to go and bring back Mazi's body. He can't wash away the sin and suffering from Mazi's body. The only thing he can do is to clean up the thoughts he left in the world and bury him properly.
With too many burdens, he can't afford to die.
Wei Qian still lived his life gloomy and numb, going to Le Ge's nightclub to be his thug every day, taking Le Ge's money, hiding the growing hatred in his heart without saying a word, only in the dead of night At that time, a person stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, reminding himself over and over again that he would kill Le Xiaodong one day sooner or later.
Then he went to discuss with San Pang carefully what to do with Mazi's funeral, whether he should tell Mazi's mother, and when to pick her up and leave the hospital.
Only Wei Zhiyuan, who was at home during the winter vacation, accompanied him quietly, he was a breathing creature after all.
Only Wei Zhiyuan can make Wei Qian feel a little vitality - he is still so young, he still doesn't know anything, he still has a future, and he still has to rely on himself wholeheartedly.
Wei Qian raises Wei Zhiyuan, and also draws the slightest hope from the child. He deeply understands what "depending on each other" means.
San Fatty came to his house, and at first asked in surprise why Xiaobao and Mrs. Song were not there, but after Wei Qian had a fit of madness, he immediately understood and stopped mentioning it.
At that time, no one dared to mention Song Xiaobao in Wei Qian's ear.
The atmosphere at home has been dull for many days, Wei Qian even began to perfunctory his meals, San Pang was afraid that he would starve himself to death, so he came to his house every day as if he was being abused, and coaxed the children to cook like a hard-working part-time worker, ensuring that the twenty-four Hours of entertainment and humor programs.
Too bad it didn't work out, the more entertaining the TV, the colder reality seemed.
On the TV, the old Mr. Ma Sanli was saying "to tease you". Sanpang sat on the chair alone and laughed so hard that his fat body trembled. Wei Zhiyuan just raised the corner of his mouth, and remembered when he turned his head to look at Wei Qian, and found that The eldest brother's expression was blank, so he also suppressed that little smile and put on an indifferent expression in the same way.
The two brothers, one big and one small, are listening to the cross talk with the expression of going to the grave, which is a disappointment carved out of the same mold.
San Pang laughed more and more lonely, and finally turned into a dry laugh, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth, no matter how fun the burden was, it was boring.
After Wei Qian was silent for a while, he would light a cigarette and turn to the window. The smell of cigarettes was so strong that he was choking. San Pang said that he was almost turning into a tall and thin chimney.
And Song Xiaobao came back at this time.
Wei Qian really thought that he would never see Xiaobao again, so when he opened the door and saw her, he didn't react for half a minute.
What he couldn't react was his expressionless face, which made Song Xiaobao more and more uneasy. The little girl seemed to have committed a serious crime of punishing the nine clans. She timidly called "Brother", carrying her small schoolbag, and nodded with her chin. To the penitent pose on the chest alone at the door.
Only then did Wei Qian's rationality slowly come back into the cage without anyone knowing it. He glanced out for the first time and found that the stupid old lady didn't follow. It seemed that Song Xiaobao ran back secretly by himself.
He finally exploded without any scruples in his heart.
Wei Qian squatted down slowly, eyes level with Xiaobao, stretched out his hands, supported her small, thin shoulders, and asked, "Why are you coughing, are you back?"
Wei Qian tried his best not to react so strongly, but he still couldn't say this sentence at once, and his voice broke in the middle. He had to clear his throat and dragged out his speech, which made the tone of his sentence audible. It's almost tender.
Song Xiaobao: "I miss my big brother"
Wei Qian lowered his head in thought, and gently closed his eyes where she couldn't see. In that instant, the little girl's words pulled him out of the swamp. The thoughts of not wanting to live around me miraculously dissipated.
He didn't know how to express this ups and downs, maybe he hugged Xiaobao for a walk? Or cuddle with her and cry? Wei Qian felt that he couldn't do any of them, so he just got up silently and said lightly, "Oh."
Apart from this one word, he seemed to be unable to think of anything else. He opened the door and let Xiaobao enter the room. Seeing that she was not daring to move, he remembered and added: "Then come in."
Xiaobao knew that he was a traitor, but he didn't expect his elder brother to want her, so he was flattered.
She walked in tremblingly, and was relieved as if she had been pardoned. At the same time, seeing the elder brother's seemingly dispensable attitude, Xiaobao felt a kind of indescribable happiness in her heart. Logically, she was glad that she came back in time, maybe two days later, the eldest brother really decided not to want her.
Xiaobao approached Wei Qian, and immediately smelled a strong and pungent smell of smoke from his body. She has always disliked the smell of smoke, so she couldn't help rubbing her nose, but she didn't dare to say it, she was afraid that her elder brother would change his mind, Don't let her in.
Wei Qian saw it keenly.
He bent down and took out a new set of clothes from the cabinet, and said to San Pang, "Is there any fried rice in the pot? You get her a bowl."
San Pang watched their interaction coldly, sighed, waved to Song Xiaobao, greeted her to him, stroked her hair kindly, glanced at Wei Qian, and asked casually, "Why are you going?"
Wei Qian: "I'll take a shower."
San Pang: "Why are you washing before it's time to go to bed? Besides, have you boiled water?"
Wei Qian: "No, I use cold water."
San Pang: "Take a cold shower in the cold winter, are you sick?"
Wei Qian grabbed his clothes and pushed him away, the speed of light broke away from the previous state of walking dead, and resumed his usual domineering and bastard: "I am willing, why are you screaming like an old hen? Laying eggs?"
Three fat: "Yeah, how is it?"
Wei Qian glanced at him: "Hold on, I'll download it tomorrow."
Three fat: ""
The third brother found that with his simple heart and smooth cerebral cortex, he really couldn't keep up with the ideological realm of Young Master Wei.
In fact, Wei Qian's thoughts are not very complicated, he is just afraid that the smell of smoke on his body will infect his younger sister.
And he just couldn't believe it for a while, and he was a little brain-dead.
Xiaobao is his biological sister. In this world, there is only a little bit of blood left in her that is connected to him. He has raised her since she was not as long as his arm, until she was so old.
He couldn't even tell himself how deep the relationship was. Sometimes she was not like his sister, but more like his daughter.
Little Treasure was almost his sustenance in his entire childhood and youth, and Wei Qian couldn't part with her even if he risked his life.
Even if Song Xiaobao is a stinky girl who eats inside and out.
Wei Qian was shivered by the cold water, thinking to himself: How cheap am I
Xiaobao called Wei Zhiyuan eagerly: "Second brother."
Wei Zhiyuan was annoyed seeing her and didn't want to talk to her. On the one hand, he felt sorry for his elder brother, on the other hand, he
He watched the interaction between his elder brother and Xiaobao with cold eyes. The elder brother was so cryptic and introverted that Xiaobao would misunderstand it. Sanpang didn't understand, but he was the only one who somehow understood it, and became more and more unhappy.
Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan realized without a teacher that fighting for favor is his correct life path.
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