During that time, Wei Qian returned home later and later, and had a lot of "entertainment" with Brother Le.
In the past, Wei Qian could push these things away, but after Mazi's death, he developed a heart that he could not live with Brother Le. Of course, he had to quietly lurk beside Brother Le to earn enough trust.
And the atmosphere at home was really weird, Wei Qian really didn't bother to go back.
This weird atmosphere lasted until March of that year, when Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao both started school.
On a certain day in March in the Gregorian calendar, it was February 2 in the old calendar. The dragon raised his head. The late spring of this year was so cold that it was so cold. Looking at the spring, there was another heavy snowfall, which almost buried the whole city. .
Wei Qian stayed with Brother Le outside as usual, but he seemed restless. He kept looking down at the new "Little Smart" (Note) that Brother Le had given him. Halfway through the drink, his PHS rang. When Wei Qian picked it up, his expression changed.
Brother Le turned his head and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
Wei Qian lowered his voice and said, "My sister is ill, Brother Le, children with high fever are prone to illnesses, I want to go back and have a look."
Brother Le seemed a little displeased, but after all, he still wanted to save face, so he asked casually, "How many people can I find for you?"
Wei Qian hurriedly said, "No need, I'll come back after I go home and have a look."
Wei Qian said, when he got up, he first apologized to everyone, and then before anyone could react, he rubbed open the wine bottle with the corner of the table, and blew a whole bottle of beer on the spot, which was enough for Brother Le.
Amidst the applause from the gangsters big and small, Wei Qian bowed down respectfully, and said softly, "I've called the driver and the car to get ready for you. For that 'Shield', ask the driver to turn on the heat for you."
Brother Le waved his hand with a smile on his face: "Go."
It's fine if Wei Qian doesn't do things, but whenever he takes over, he always seems to be able to scratch his own itch. Brother Le thought to himself, there is a reason why I have been taking care of him all the time. This young man has vigor, can endure life, and can stand up to the scene, but he is not a reckless person who only rushes forward blindly. Wei Qian has his own He is uniquely slick, knows how to save his own face, and also knows how to give others face.
Wei Qian dealt with these people, and ran home in a hurry. Before he got home, he saw Mrs. Song strenuously carrying Xiaobao on her back, walking in the heavy snow, with Wei Zhiyuan holding an umbrella for them, and the boy himself Half of the body was wet with snow.
After all, Mrs. Song was old, and she didn't know how to hail a taxi. Her back was bent by Xiaobao, and the white air she exhaled from her mouth floated heavily in the snowy sky where the dripping water turned into ice.
Wei Qian strode over, took Song Xiaobao over, stretched out his hand to touch her, his forehead was hot, he immediately took off his coat, wrapped her around her, and carried her straight to the hospital.
Xiaobao has recently changed places to live, making her busy with daily affairs, coupled with the mutual hatred between grandma and elder brother that can be seen even by a blind person, and Xiaoyuan's grudge against her, all of a sudden, her psychological pressure was unprecedented. big.
Xiaobao had never kept so many things hidden in her heart, just when the viral flu started to spread in the school, she was heroic.
The heavy snow outside seemed to herald the endlessness of this winter. The iron bed in the hospital was so cold that it could not be warmed. .
The other three were already in a mess.
Mrs. Song didn't have any experience. Before registration, taking the little girl for examination, blood test, and hospitalization procedures, etc., it was Wei Qian who ran, and she couldn't intervene and didn't understand. All along, she has acted in front of Wei Qian like a second-hand kicker who can almost represent the highest combat effectiveness of middle-aged and elderly women in the countryside, but now she looks helpless and vulnerable.
Her somewhat cloudy eyeballs always involuntarily follow the occasional doctors and nurses, and she sits on the waiting bench in the corridor, ignoring that the snow all over her body has melted into her body, and she only dares to touch her buttocks a little. Sitting, every time someone approached inadvertently, she would get up suddenly like a primary school student who made a mistake, and her palms unconsciously rubbed against the wet trouser legs, exposing the rough and cracked backs of her hands due to neglect of maintenance.
Wei Qian settled Song Xiaobao, it was already very late, he looked at the old and young who came with him, put on his coat, turned and left the hospital, bought two bowls of hot noodle soup from a small restaurant not far away that was about to close , packed the bag and brought it up, condescendingly placed a bowl in front of Mrs. Song, pushed the rest to Xiao Yuan, and said in a low voice, "Eat it."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, you eat first."
Wei Qian waved his hand, took out the cigarette case, stuffed it back, turned around and went out to talk to the doctor.
Wei Qian waited for the two of them to eat, then looked again, and saw that the snow outside had stopped at some point, so he handed the umbrella to Wei Zhiyuan, after thinking about it, he took out two hundred dollars from his pocket, and stuffed them together into the He: "It's too late, you two go back, go downstairs and call a taxi, and try the taste of 'taxi', the rest of the days are at home, the doctor said that Xiaobao will have to stay in the hospital for a few days."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Aren't you going back?"
Wei Qian: "Well, I'm here to accompany her."
Wei Zhiyuan pouted secretly, looked down at the toe of his shoe, and said awkwardly: "Then I won't go back either."
Wei Qian said in a good tone: "What can you do here, don't look back, you have a cold too, be obedient, go back."
Wei Zhiyuan stubbornly remained silent.
He really didn't want to be alone with the old woman, otherwise he wouldn't be so twisted. Wei Zhiyuan actually knew that the eldest brother's good voice was at most two and a half sentences, if it exceeded, he would get impatient.
Sure enough, Wei Qian's face sank, and he scolded directly: "Stop talking nonsense, go back, don't make trouble for me here!"
Scolded, Wei Qian raised his hand to touch his hair, and found that it was dry, so he urged: "Let's go, there is some banlangen at home, go back and make water for yourself."
Mrs. Song was on the side, and for the first time, she said to him in a gesture of showing weakness: "Then I should stay here. I am old and feel young."
Wei Qian glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and said bluntly, "You? What are you going to do?"
Mrs. Song: ""
Wei Qian sneered, turned around and opened the door of the ward, signaling them both to "get out of here."
Mrs. Song walked out hesitantly, and couldn't help but turned her head and said to him: "Then don't buy food outside tomorrow morning, I'll make it for you and send it over."
This time Wei Qian didn't lift his eyelids, his brows were cold, as if he had automatically blocked her voice.
Wei Zhiyuan followed Mrs. Song for a few steps listlessly.
"Wait." Wei Qian suddenly remembered something and stopped him.
Wei Zhiyuan immediately ran back bumpily as if called by the Lord.
Wei Qian bent down, almost close to Wei Zhiyuan's ear, and whispered to him: "When you go back, don't forget to ask the teacher for a leave of absence for your younger sister. You should go out sooner or later to watch, and try to go with other students. , if someone stops you, don't panic, if you ask you anything, just tell the truth, it doesn't matter, tell them that I have been staying with Xiaobao in the hospital, no one will make things difficult for you, if there is anything at home, just go to the hospital to find me, don't Call me, I won't turn on the phone."
Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him in surprise, Wei Qian's gaze was extraordinarily deep in the poorly-lit corridor, his gaze was cold and calm, and there seemed to be a gloomy streamer flowing inside.
"Other than that, you don't know anything, remember?"
Wei Zhiyuan nodded.
The corners of Wei Qian's thin mouth slightly raised, showing a plausible smile in the backlight.
"It doesn't matter, Xiaobao, before it turns into pneumonia, it's just a viral cold, and it will be fine in a week." Wei Qian said, "Her illness is just a coincidence."
Later, Wei Zhiyuan recalled that his brother ended the fight with grandma from this night, eased the relationship, and even shook hands to make peace later. Later, he was called Granny Song just like Xiaobao.
Too many things happened this night, it seemed to be a turning point in the fate of all of them, it was extremely strange, but Wei Qian's vague whispers made Wei Zhiyuan believe that sometimes those fates that seem to be miraculous , If you dig down to the root of the problem, it will be man-made.
As the doctor said, Xiaobao's illness came and went quickly. The next morning, she had already turned from a high fever to a low-grade fever. Mrs. Song came early as scheduled, bringing egg custard for Xiaobao And tea eggs and lean meat porridge for Wei Qian.
The tea eggs are probably boiled overnight, and the taste is fully soaked.
Wei Qian was not polite, took it and ate it, and found that this old bastard could do nothing else, but he was quite good at cooking.
After Xiaobao ate something, Qiang Dajing said a few words to his grandma, and fell asleep again. The old lady Song sat on the side with a serious look, trying to talk to Wei Qian several times, but Wei Qian didn't appreciate it, and didn't bother to talk to him. To save her face, she kept ignoring her answers, flipping through old magazines with missing pages.
Mrs. Song was a little apprehensive, the two sides were silent for a while, she finally got up, and said softly: "Her brother, what do you want to eat at noon, I'll go home and make it."
Wei Qian sneered ignorantly: "Just take care of your granddaughter, I don't need you, I'm afraid you'll give me rat poison."
Granny Song raised her eyebrows, and she seemed to want to curse again, but her lips moved, and she finally held back, turned around without saying a word, and still took Wei Qian's meal with humiliation at noon.
Three meals a day, she prepared and delivered them in different ways, with obvious flattery, basically doing what she likes to eat. On the third day, Wei Qian finally got a little soft-hearted, although he As usual, he didn't buy it much, but at least he didn't feel weird anymore—he shut up, and didn't say anything good or bad.
As soon as Mrs. Song left, San Pang came.
Sanpang brought fresh fruit to Song Xiaobao, teased her absently, then pulled Wei Qian's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Qian'er, come out, third brother has something to tell you."
San Pang's face was dignified, with thick dark circles under his eyes, and his pancake face seemed to have shrunk a little, and he was almost in the shape of a pancake.
Wei Qian gave Xiaobao a few words, went outside with San Pang, found an empty corner, and San Pang grabbed Wei Qian by the collar: "Why don't you turn on the phone? Do you know what happened outside? you"
Wei Qian grabbed his hand, freed his collar, and said calmly, "The sky won't fall."
San Fatty: "Fuck, you're still pretending to me at this time, something happened to Le Xiaodong!"
Wei Qian looked at him expressionlessly.
"The night before yesterday, the day you sent Xiaobao to the hospital, Le Xiaodong and the others were stopped drinking on the way. It is said that his Cadillac was knocked over by someone on the spot. The brothers who were following him at that time They were all red-eyed, and they started fighting with each other on the street. It was the downtown area, a bunch of bastards who didn't make sense, and they alerted the police in the blink of an eye. Do you think they are short-sighted?"
San Pang babbled a lot, but Wei Qian interrupted him suddenly.
Wei Qian's voice was suppressed in his throat, it was as low as a whisper, his youthful tone had faded, and it was as low as some kind of gloomy piano sound, which seemed to carry some kind of reverberation.
Wei Qian asked, "Is Le Xiaodong dead?"
Sanpang was stunned for two seconds, then looked at Wei Qian in disbelief, and after a long while, he asked blankly, "No, you already knew?"
Wei Qian showed a mocking and acerbic smile, handsome as hell.
San Pang turned this matter around in his mind, and broke out in cold sweat instantly: "What role are you playing in it? You are looking for death, Wei Qian! Can Le Xiaodong and the others be able to move like us small fishes? you"
Wei Qian raised an index finger on his lips.
He approached Sanpang, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and whispered, "Third brother, you are right, I am just a small shrimp, I have no role. I left without eating Now, I don’t know when he will leave, nor which way he will go. Do you think Brother Le can be ambushed even if he changes places every night? It’s just too bizarre.”
San Pang's stunned Er Que looked as if he had just been kidnapped by aliens.
"But knowing that he's dead, I'm relieved." Wei Qian held his chin with one hand, rubbed his slightly stubbled face with his fingers, and walked out with a cigarette case. Smoking is not allowed in the hospital. These days are about to suffocate him.
In that major drug trafficking case, not only scapegoats like Mazi were involved, but also real big heads and old guns. Le Ge was alone, and even outsiders could see clearly what was going on, let alone the people involved.
Le Xiaodong, just like Yuan Datou back then, was busy making trouble and biting Duan Qirui back then. As a result, the people of the whole country unanimously agreed that he assassinated Song Jiaoren.
The same is true for Le Xiaodong, as a short-sighted conspirator, when encountering a situation, he doesn't care about how to control the overall situation, and picks himself out as soon as possible, which is not very clever.
Wei Qian knew that after that incident, countless pairs of eyes began to stare at Le Xiaodong—because someone had looked for him. stand micro.
However, Wei Qian didn't agree in person, turned around and sold the other party to Le Xiaodong, expressing his sincerity, and reassuring Le Xiaodong who was a little hesitant about him because of the pockmarks.
It's not the foolish little brother who is loyal, who will send them Brother Le to Huangquan Road
Le Xiaodong belongs to the dragon. Although at least one-twelfth of the people in the world belong to this sign, he still thinks that his sign is unique and regal.
He regards the February 2nd dragon raising its head as a festival every year, and there must be a big banquet for guests. Before leaving, Wei Qian prepared his beloved car for Le Ge—Le Xiaodong has kept several famous cars, but he likes the one the most in his heart Cadillac, not for anything else, just because this car has been on a CCTV sketch, and all Chinese people know it and know that it is expensive.
And the four words appear high-end and foreign.
Wei Qian's "flattery" was very flattering, and Brother Le was very satisfied at the time.
Le Xiaodong has many residences, and he is determined to live in the Three Caves of the Rabbit, but no one can find him. Every time he sits in the car and decides where to go temporarily, he thinks that it is impossible for others to predict his itinerary in advance.
It's a pity that one year his wife went shopping in Northern Europe and brought him a high-priced luxury watch. No matter whether it was the beginning of spring or not, the time Le Xiaodong insisted on wearing short-sleeves in order to show it off, Wei Qian understood what he was doing tonight will go that way.
Le Xiaodong drank wine complacently, the guests at the banquet were like the emperor of the earth, the caring little brother prepared the emperor's car, the smell of alcohol was on, if he didn't go to the nearest square in the city center to show off his car , how uncomfortable it must be.
Turning around from the square, it happens to be connected to the viaduct leading to the North City. Le Xiaodong has a single house of more than 900 square meters in the North City. One of them just called Le Xiaodong when he was in a good mood and called him to "congratulate him on his birthday" just under the advice of "a caring person". Joy. It's all on the way, if he doesn't go to see his "Three Palaces", how uncomfortable he will be.
Oh, by the way, Le Xiaodong never drives a car, never sits in the co-pilot, he thinks that the two front seats of the car have lost his value.
So just hit it in the back.
People who are too exposed are more suitable to be small people, because they are destined not to go too far, and they usually die unjustly on the way for no reason.
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