For two whole days, Wei Zhiyuan resolutely refused to say a word to his enemy Song Xiaobao. As long as Wei Qian was at home, the boy would follow him in and out every day.
Every time Wei Qian turned around, he stumbled behind him, Wei Qian was really annoyed by him, but he also knew why Wei Zhiyuan was so awkward, so he didn't want to get angry with him.
So Wei Qian rarely played lightly: "Let's have fun together, don't fight."
This time the imperial decree came down, Wei Zhiyuan had no choice but to thank the Lord Long En, and re-established diplomatic relations with Song Xiaobao full of resentment.
Wei Zhiyuan competed for favor, but Song Xiaobao couldn't keep up with flattery - there was no way, she was born with little tendencies in this respect.
For example, as soon as Wei Qian opened the door and came in, he could find the little boy with his head down sweeping the floor and cleaning the table, and Xiao Bao with eyes on his face that seemed to be used for breathing, sitting on the sofa watching TV without paying attention. When she just came back, Wei Qian didn't want to make trouble with his sister, so he just said something to her, but in stark contrast, he rewarded Wei Zhiyuan with an extra ten yuan as pocket money.
The next day, the envious Song Xiaobao got up early in the morning and started cleaning the house. He did it quickly before noon. Wei Zhiyuan looked on coldly, almost wanting to sneer. Sure enough—when Wei Qian came back at night, he didn't even notice that the room had become clean.
Another example is that Wei Qian took a shower at night, looking around for the dirty socks he took off, intending to wash them, but found that Wei Zhiyuan was hanging the washed socks on the clothes rail. On that day, Wei Zhiyuan shook his head and enjoyed the embarrassing touch and praise from his eldest brother.
Song Xiaobao was envious and jealous, so she tried to follow suit. On the second day, she stretched out her little paws to the underwear that the elder brother had replaced, and Wei Qian snatched it away with a red face, and she got a roar from the elder brother as if her tail was stepped on: " What are you moving around?"
It can be seen how unfair the world is - Wei Zhiyuan and Song Xiaobao really belong to the same species!
As soon as Mrs. Song found out that Xiaobao was missing, she knew she had gone back to the "Little Hooligan".
Not far from the shantytown where Wei Qian and the others live, there is a privately run collective dormitory, divided into men and women, specially for migrant workers who live in the city, and each person costs one yuan a day—if Xiaobao and grandma sleep together, then the two of them Also only need to pay one person's money.
Granny Song originally planned to save some money and take Xiaobao to find a small bungalow to rent a room, but if it didn't work, she took Xiaobao back to her hometown together.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the concept of "going back to my hometown" was thrown out, Xiaobao ran away. After all, she was reluctant to part with the home she had lived in for nearly ten years.
Since she came home, Mrs. Song sneaked around Wei Qian's house every day, so as to take a peek at Xiaobao when Wei Qian was out.
The end of the year is approaching, and winter is rampant. A young girl in the female worker's dormitory unfortunately contracted contagious tuberculosis. Everyone had to move together in a herd, while suspiciously feeling whether they had a cough and a low-grade fever. symptom.
Mrs. Song also carried her luggage and moved it out.
She was walking in this overly troubled city, and saw a homeless man who was about to freeze to death under a bridge hole. She stopped for a while, and found that the man had been ignored all the time, and he was almost frozen. Until the afternoon, a couple The middle-aged couple who happened to pass by stopped to check and called the police.
The police car came quickly and took the man away. Mrs. Song knew from the comments of passers-by that if the man survived, he might be sent to a homeless shelter, or he might be sent back to his hometown.
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Granny Song looked up at the vast and gloomy sky in this northern city, and thought to herself: Chinese New Year is almost here, why don't I go back to my hometown
However, if a lonely old woman celebrates the New Year alone, is it still a New Year
Granny Song lowered her head, wiped the frozen snot, and made up her mind not to have this old face.
And Song Xiaobao finally lived up to everyone's expectations and turned his elbow out again.
It was the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, and when Wei Qian returned home with the freshly bought candied melons and meat for making dumplings, he saw a mess outside the house, and a silent war was going on inside.
Song Xiaobao was greedy, and couldn't let go of her elder brother who brought her up since she was a child, and also couldn't let go of her grandma who was connected by blood, so when grandma came to the door wiping her tears, she was let in even though everything that happened before was enough to make her Understand the tension between grandma and elder brother.
The eldest brother hasn't come back yet, Wei Zhiyuan, who has been silent like a transparent person, quits first.
Ever since Xiaobao recognized this second brother and stopped being provocative, Wei Zhiyuan has always been kind to her, and has hardly turned against her. It seems that just one title can make the child know how to be humble and take care of him - the cold war of the previous two days is not counted, Song Xiaobao himself Admit wrong.
So Xiaobao didn't expect Wei Zhiyuan's reaction to be so big. Like a vicious dog whose territory had been invaded, he stared aggressively at Mrs. Song and Xiaobao at the door.
As long as they have any reaction of intending to cross the line, he is ready to rush to fight to the death.
Mrs. Song has always disliked Wei Qian, but she has no complaints about Wei Zhiyuan—Wei Zhiyuan is just a child, with a pretty face and a non-irritating personality. At first glance, he is more likable than the noisy Xiaobao.
Mrs. Song first tried to reason with him at the door, but Wei Zhiyuan didn't listen to a single word. The vicious and even resentful eyes shot out from such a young boy looked particularly creepy.
Mrs. Song gave up on peacefully resolving the issue with him, took a step towards the door, and put the luggage in.
Wei Zhiyuan grabbed the old lady's bag and threw it out mercilessly. He didn't think it was enough, he turned around and started throwing Song Xiaobao's schoolbag, Song Xiaobao's things on the table, and scattered them out. Then he turned around and ran to the bedroom, throwing out all the pillows and quilts on Xiaobao's bed.
If only Song Xiaobao didn't exist, and if both of them didn't exist—Wei Zhiyuan was overwhelmed by anger, and only this sentence remained in his mind.
Song Xiaobao was going to push him, but Wei Zhiyuan pushed his buttocks back.
"Traitor!" He pointed at Song Xiaobao's nose, hypocritically did not express his appeal, and first charged her with a high-sounding crime, so as to cover his heart as effectively as possible, "You are a big traitor!"
Song Xiaobao tried to defend at the beginning: "I am not a traitor, that is my grandma."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Bah! She is a shameless old witch!"
Song Xiaobao stopped doing it when he heard this, and jumped up and said: "You scold my grandma! What right do you have to scold my grandma? This is my family! My brother! My grandma! You are not from my family! You go away !"
Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for two seconds, and then he ran out of words.
He cooled down from the intense anger and realized that there was nothing wrong with what Song Xiaobao said.
Wei Zhiyuan has almost forgotten that this is indeed not his house, Wei Qian is indeed not his own brother, and he is indeed not qualified to decide who is allowed to enter and who is not allowed to enter.
The boy's arrogance dissipated instantly, and he just stood there dumbfounded, his face turned red with a "swipe", and it was hard to tell whether it was anger or shame.
In the blink of an eye, his young self-esteem was shattered to pieces.
Song Xiaobao blurted out a word, and immediately regretted it, but her clumsy nature in the world once again gained the upper hand, even if she regretted it, she didn't know what to do, so she had to keep her stubborn and self-willed expression on the spot.
The two children were silent for a minute, then Wei Zhiyuan passed her without saying a word, turned and walked out.
Song Xiaobao finally felt something was wrong, and called him softly: "Second brother."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't even stop walking.
He walked out empty-handed, with a dull head, with a bleak determination that almost broke the boat.
Wei Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and thought: It’s okay to leave as long as you want. At most, you will go to the trash can and grab food from wild dogs. No matter what, he must be better than before. He has grown up by three years, and he feels like a man. Don’t worry. Speaking of wild dogs, even the adults with malicious intentions he met that day, he can defeat them with a steel pipe
Then he slammed his head into someone's arms in a windy and easy water-cold manner.
From the moment the man hugged his back, the familiar and inferior smell of cigarettes wafted through, causing Wei Zhiyuan's mood to change in an instant that he couldn't comprehend - in the blink of an eye, he changed from a forward-looking man to a A little boy full of grievances.
Wei Zhiyuan buried his face in Wei Qian's arms, grabbed him firmly, and stayed there motionless, not letting his elder brother go in, and refusing to raise his head. He tried his best not to cry, and grabbed Wei Qian's coat with both hands. Layer upon layer of pleats.
As soon as Wei Qian looked up, he saw the messy luggage and bedding in the corridor, the old lady Song whose expression changed from embarrassment to defensive, and Xiao Bao who looked at him timidly.
Wei Qian took a deep breath, intending to slap this old bastard to death, but Xiaobao and his precious girl finally came back.
He casts a mousetrap.
Wei Qian understood that if he wanted to keep Xiaobao, he probably had to make concessions to this skinny, skinny old woman, even though the lump in his heart was as big as a fist, and he wished he could burst through his chest and scream out.
He boasted that even if he was as cheap as mud all his life, he would never bow his head to others until his sister forced him to compromise for the first time in his life with teary eyes.
After a stalemate for a while, Wei Qian finally stretched out his hand and gently pushed Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder. The child was awkward and refused to move, so Wei Qian exerted a little strength, lifted his chin, and lifted Wei Zhiyuan's head.
The boy sighed, picked out the biggest candied melon from the paper bag, and stuffed it into Wei Zhiyuan's mouth.
Wei Zhiyuan licked it ignorantly, and found that it was sweet. He likes to eat sweets, but he doesn't like the way of sweet melon, so he pushed it aside with his tongue, and there was a lump on his cheek. Isolate the melon from the tongue and wait for it to melt slowly.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Qian stuffed the plastic and paper bags in his arms into his arms, then reached his armpits with both hands, picked him up like a kitten, and carried him into the room.
"Help me wash the vegetables, let's eat dumplings tonight." Wei Qian said, deliberately ignoring the fact that there were two other people in the room, and asked Wei Zhiyuan with an almost gentle attitude, "Is the candied melon delicious?"
Wei Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. After a while, the little boy secretly put the candied melon back into his mouth, licked it, and thought it was okay, not so bad.
Wei Qian didn't pay attention to Mrs. Song, nor did he stop Xiaobao from letting her in, nor did he help Xiaobao pick up things.
However, Mrs. Song walked into the kitchen eagerly, watched his reaction for a while, and when she tried to chop stuffing and roll dough, he also didn't say anything.
Wei Zhiyuan was uneasy, Song Xiaobao was anxious, and the remaining adult reached a strange tacit understanding with a young man who could almost be an adult—they both kept the superficial peace at the same time, no one lost, no one lost. Didn't win.
Mrs. Song finally failed to snatch her precious granddaughter away from the stinky hooligan, and Wei Qian had no choice but to hold his nose and endure that he lived in such an annoying old man in his small home.
Although the two of them looked up and looked down, they both treated each other as air beautifully, and no one paid attention to the other.
That night, Song Xiaobao apologized to Wei Zhiyuan nonchalantly, and Wei Zhiyuan glanced at Wei Qian's expression, reluctantly expressing that he didn't care about her.
After this matter is over, Xiaobao is still the younger sister, and Xiaoyuan is still the second brother. In the days to come, they will occasionally get together to answer the winter vacation homework.
They used to do homework together in Song Xiaobao's hut, where there were desks and simple small bookshelves, but since that day, Wei Zhiyuan never entered the hut again.
He moved out his lessons and exercise books, and used two pieces of cardboard to padded a small table in the living room with different legs and feet, which he didn't usually use, and settled down there ever since.
Wei Qian knew what to do, so he let him go.
Later, Xiaobao got older and was no longer so heartless. When he started to have some small calculations, he used various names several times to try to get Xiaoyuan in, but it was a pity that Wei Zhiyuan didn't follow her tricks until they Moving away from this historic shantytown, Wei Zhiyuan never set foot in the hut again.
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