After a while, someone pushed over. Wei Qian was pushed aside. The person who came seemed to be a medical staff, who neglected to squeeze the carotid artery with the scar, rolled his eyelids, and got up a few minutes later. He announced indifferently: "Take it away, he's dead, this poor boy died suddenly from taking too much stimulants. It's nothing to fight, and he's still going on stage like others, he deserves it."
This sentence aroused the anger of the crowd. People who had just lost money jumped out and scolded the banker for the secret operation. The next life-and-death struggle was still staged on the stage. Climax after another.
Wei Qian dodged a few fists that almost accidentally injured him, a passer-by, and walked out silently. In the wet and sticky night wind, he quickly crossed the road and walked to a small supermarket selling tobacco, alcohol, tea and sugar. Monkey hurriedly opened a pack of cigarettes, took out one, lit it, and stuffed it into his mouth.
An old man who was about to enter the supermarket took two glances at him and thought he was not smoking but taking drugs.
From the beginning to the end, Wei Qian remained expressionless, only his hands covered in cold sweat kept trembling.
When he went back, Wei Zhiyuan had already fallen asleep.
Wei Zhiyuan hadn't smelled that thick and choking smell of smoke for a long time, he opened his eyes half asleep and half awake, and asked in a daze, "Are you smoking?"
Wei Qian responded softly: "Well, not next time, I'll take a bath, you go to sleep."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything, and he didn't have any objection to his smoking, he was even obsessed with the smell.
The room that Zhao Laojiu opened for them was a standard room, in good condition, the air conditioner was very cool, and the environment was clean. The most important thing is that there are two beds. There is no way to squeeze them together at home. Here, Wei Qian didn't intend to wrong himself, so after hasty washing, he lay down on the other bed.
Wei Zhiyuan had already fully woken up at this time, and he was very unaccustomed to discover that his elder brother didn't intend to sleep with him. After waiting for a while, Wei Zhiyuan guessed that his elder brother had already fallen asleep, so he stepped on his slippers and quietly climbed onto Wei Qian's bed .
Unexpectedly, Wei Qian didn't fall asleep either, as soon as the cub made any movement, he opened his eyes.
Wei Qian was annoyed, and slapped Wei Zhiyuan on the back angrily: "Why are you here again?"
Wei Zhiyuan didn't say a word, and got into his quilt with ease.
Wei Qian: "Are you sick? There are two beds that have to be crowded with me."
Wei Zhiyuan whispered, "I want to sleep with my brother."
Wei Qian looked down at him expressionlessly.
Wei Zhiyuan shrunk down, avoiding his gaze, put his hand around Wei Qian's arm, and played foolishly silently.
Wei Qian can't help but laugh, this little thing is already eleven or twelve years old, but he is still so clingy, clinging to him all the way from home to the south, going out all the way, and clinging to him until the bed is really worrying.
Wei Qian didn't chase him away, he just thought of other things.
The one thousand dollars that Zhao Laojiu gave him was still in the chest pocket of his shirt, which made him feel stuck in his throat, and his chest hurt even when he was lying on his back. Wei Qian was thinking about how to carry this thousand dollars quietly He ran away without a sound, and there was no possibility of coming to this place of right and wrong again.
But the words that Zhao Laojiu said to him inevitably echoed in Wei Qian's mind, and Wei Qian found depressedly that Zhao Laojiu had seen through him.
To fight black boxing for thousands of dollars, it sounds like something only a person with a brain can do.
Intellectually, Wei Qian certainly agrees with this view, but the dozens of renminbi are still lingering in his mind and can't get rid of them.
There was nothing he could do to drive away the mad desire.
Wei Qian suddenly understood, what do some men who are mentally or physically abused by their husbands and wives all day long even cry and refuse to get a divorce think what they think. My true love!
Wei Qian thought to himself, he dare not say anything else, but his affection for Renminbi is definitely not inferior to any twisted or persistent love in the world.
It is not an exaggeration to say that he is haunted by dreams and haunted by ghosts.
So money or life, a fierce competition began in his mind, even more intense than when he thought about whether to kill his mother with a knife.
At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan spoke.
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Wei Zhiyuan said: "Brother, I want to tell you something."
Wei Qian casually responded: "Huh?"
"We have a Sichuan restaurant downstairs. I told the boss that I will work for them in the future and serve the dishes. The boss promised to give me five yuan a day."
Wei Qian was taken aback for a moment, then turned around: "What did you say?"
Wei Zhiyuan continued: "At first they thought I was young, and they were afraid that someone would come to investigate, so I said I could pretend to be their son and come over to help during the summer vacation—Brother, I saw their job advertisement and asked about it. If adults come to do it, at least ten yuan a day will be paid, as long as the boss is not stupid, he will definitely want me."
Wei Qian didn't say anything for a long time, Wei Zhiyuan was afraid that he would be upset, so he quickly added: "I won't make trouble for you, I go out at ten o'clock every morning and come back at night."
Wei Qian turned sideways and put his arms around Wei Zhiyuan's shoulders: "Is your brother poor and crazy? Are you short of five dollars?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "I can also make money, I'm not a burden."
Wei Zhiyuan said the word "cumbersome" so softly that he almost swallowed it down his throat, but Wei Qian still heard it after all because he was too close.
Wei Qian's heart suddenly moved, and he heard the meaning behind what he said, and he was vaguely uncomfortable. After a long while, he hesitated and asked: "Xiao Yuan, did the elder brother treat you badly?"
Wei Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly shook his head.
Wei Qian raised his hand, patted his head, and kept his voice as calm as possible: "You are not a burden, and neither is Xiaobao. You are still young, and I should support you."
Wei Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at him, Wei Qian pressed his head down a little rudely: "When you two grow up in the future, it's fine if you can remember to take care of me in the old age. Go to sleep."
When he said this, miraculously, his heart was clear, and he no longer considered whether he wanted money or his life—Wei Qian decided to contact Zhao Laojiu tomorrow, and he planned to rest for a week before playing again.
What if it is really dead
He thought, if he died, forget it.
Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, he came here from thousands of miles to fight black boxing, in the final analysis, not for others, always for himself, if he wants to have a future, he has to fight, there is nothing to say, and Nothing to complain about, it's fair enough.
If Wei Zhiyuan knew that it was his words that pushed his brother into the boxing ring, he would rather be dumb.
The first week passed very peacefully. Wei Zhiyuan didn't know what his eldest brother was busy with. Anyway, every morning, he was sent to a small restaurant like sending him to school, and he would be picked up at night, and someone would deliver meals to them on time. , Sometimes it was foreign food that he had never eaten before, Wei Zhiyuan had the illusion that they were here for tourism.
However, a week passed quickly, and that day, Wei Qian came late for the first time.
It was getting late and there were fewer guests in the restaurant. Wei Zhiyuan didn't have to run to serve food one by one. He sat on a small bench given to him by the boss and stared at the door almost wishfully. After staring for a while, he looked up. Waiting until it was completely dark, a person opened the curtain and came in. He first nodded politely at the hotel owner, and then waved to Wei Zhiyuan.
As soon as the proprietress stuffed five yuan into Wei Zhiyuan's pocket, Wei Zhiyuan couldn't wait to pounce on Wei Qian, like a cannonball. Every time he pounced like this, the elder brother would catch him with one hand, and then hold him with his arms, He lifted his feet off the ground, but this time, Wei Zhiyuan keenly felt that his elder brother avoided him.
The moment he rushed over, Wei Qian bent down unnaturally, and only used his arms to catch Wei Zhiyuan, preventing him from continuing to pounce forward, then turned half of his body, facing him sideways, and then pulled Follow him to the hotel.
The smile on Wei Zhiyuan's face suddenly subsided, and he frowned and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Qian: "It's nothing."
Wei Zhiyuan leaned closer to him, wrinkled his nose, and smelled blood on his body: "Then why do you smell blood?"
Wei Qian lied without batting an eyelid and said, "I met a pig butcher on the road and splashed blood all over my body. It was hard to wipe it off."
Wei Zhiyuan felt that his IQ had been insulted without sincerity.
Wei Qian led him to a McDonald's calmly. This kind of junk food that no one would like to eat later was quite luxurious when it first entered China. Its decoration and packaging were brightly colored and smelled better. It tastes delicious, so it has great appeal to children.
When Wei Qian was about to close the door, he went in and bought a children's meal and an ice cream for Wei Zhiyuan.
"I'm warning you," Wei Qian said, "Eat as soon as you eat, don't tell your sister when you get back, she's bored to death, did you hear me?"
On the one hand, Wei Zhiyuan was attracted by the food, but on the other hand, he was worried, and the two sides were entangled. He nodded with a bitter expression, and raised the ice cream to Wei Qian's mouth: "You have a taste."
Wei Qian stepped back, a painful expression flashed across his face, and he waved his hand to refuse: "I'm full, I don't have an appetite."
He said, as if to make himself more credible, he pretended to be disdainful and said: "This is for children."
Wei Zhiyuan withdrew his hand regretfully, took a sip of the expensive ice cream in his hand cherishingly, and at the same time secretly observed his brother.
With the help of the weak street light, Wei Zhiyuan noticed that Wei Qian's face was extremely pale, and the sweat on his forehead soaked a few strands of his hair, sticking to his forehead and sideburns, making him look haggard.
Wei Qian frowned slightly, and kept this expression all the time.
Wei Qian can be called brother or brother with someone he doesn't know well. Even if he is born with a withdrawn personality, the days of living around have honed him into a person who knows how to be tactful. Only when facing his family, his bad temper Only then will it be undisguised.
Wei Zhiyuan knew that his eldest brother hated other people's noise, especially grandma's nagging. At home, he wanted to maintain the dignity of his parents, so he didn't like to make himself appear lively. He seldom laughed or praised anyone. His behavior and subtle expressions judge his mood.
According to his experience, his brother has no expression on his face, but when his body posture is relaxed, he is mostly in a happy mood.
If you have a bad complexion but are willing to swear, you are unhappy, but the degree of unhappy is very light, and it belongs to the kind that is forgotten in a blink of an eye.
If his face sinks and his eyes become sharp, but he doesn't say a word, he is very angry.
He doesn't frown all the time, only when he feels uncomfortable, he frowns unconsciously for a long time. He looks very serious, but he is actually enduring pain.
Wei Zhiyuan ate food silently, and was sent to sleep obediently by Wei Qian. He keeps his eyes closed and pretends to be a trick Wei Zhiyuan is familiar with. When he was first taken in by his eldest brother, he was always worried that he would be thrown out at night, so he didn't dare to sleep to death. Sometimes he was too nervous to fall asleep, so he would pretend to sleep.
Sure enough, after a while, Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian get up rustlingly. He felt that his elder brother's movements were a little stagnant, and his arms propped on the bed trembled a little.
Wei Zhiyuan secretly opened his eyes a little, Wei Qian seemed to think of something, suddenly turned around, Wei Zhiyuan quickly closed his eyes.
Fortunately, Wei Qian didn't pay attention, and quickly got up, took out the wound medicine from the drawer of the bedside table, and walked into the bathroom.
As soon as he took off his shirt, before he had time to apply the medicine, Wei Qian supported the toilet and vomited, but there was nothing in his stomach, just vomited acid water. His opponent punched him in the stomach, and it hit Wei Zhiyuan When he was asked to eat ice cream, he couldn't help feeling sick.
It took a long time for the nausea to subside. Wei Qian almost couldn't straighten up. He lowered his head and took a closer look to make sure there was no blood in the toilet, so he was slightly relieved.
After all, it is young, not serious.
Wei Qian leaned against the wall and rested for a while, then rinsed his mouth with water and began to treat the wound on his body.
His naked upper body was covered with terrible bruises, and there was a large purple bruise like a spider web on the hip where the pants were pinned. Wei Qian gritted his teeth, pulled off his belt, pulled the pants a little, and first dipped in ointment and squeezed hard. Press on the bruise, he wants to push away the bruise and move the joints.
Anyone who has suffered this kind of skin trauma knows that there is a large bruise on the joint, and it is difficult to bend when it comes. Before it "rusts", you have to bear the pain and move it.
The underground boxing arena was even more dangerous than he imagined. It was only the first round, the lowest level, and it was difficult for Wei Qian to win, but he had already made it this far, and he still had the 3,000 yuan sent by Mr. Hu in his pocket He can't withdraw the remuneration and bonus unless he endures Zhao Laojiu's words for three games.
But it's tough, tough. Although his level of play is inevitable, he can't avoid death. Besides, Zhao Laojiu only said three games, and he doesn't necessarily have to win. If he can't, he can admit defeat-provided that Hu Si Lord and Zhao Laojiu are willing to let him upgrade step by step, and play these three games steadily.
The person who died at his feet that day is still lingering in Wei Qian's mind. Almost everyone in this kind of black boxing ring will take stimulants. This is an unspoken rule. People with common sense know that there is a limit to this thing after all, and the damage caused by excessive consumption of human body is irreversible, and it is even possible to meet the ancestors on the spot.
The man with the scar looked like a veteran at first glance, it was impossible for him to understand these things, and his opponent had bulky muscles that were useless all over his body, and his explosive power and endurance were not necessarily strong enough. The point of playthings.
Either something was pushing him, or the stimulants he was taking were not commonly available on the market.
The pain stimulated Wei Qian's brain, he rubbed the bruise on his body ruthlessly, but his mind was spinning fast, at this point, he suddenly had a terrible idea, if Fourth Master Hu looked around for some unrooted and unrooted people like himself The thugs are not just for warming up, but for testing medicine
Wei Qian was so thoughtful that he didn't notice the bathroom door at all. Wei Zhiyuan ran out of bed barefoot and was looking in through the crack of the door cautiously. Wei Zhiyuan's eye circles were red, like an enraged little beast, he gritted his teeth desperately to bear it, a tendon jumped around his temples, he had the illusion that he had crushed his teeth.
After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qian put down the ointment box, put his hands on the washbasin, gave a soft "hiss", then took a handful of cold water to wash away the cold sweat on his head and face.
Then Wei Zhiyuan came back from the numbness, left quietly, and lay back on the bed.
He didn't lie down for a long time, Wei Qian came out with cold water vapor and the smell of medicine, but he seemed to remember the thing about the kid's nose, he hesitated, Wei Qian bent down to pull the quilt for Wei Zhiyuan, turned and went to the other side Go to a bed.
Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said hoarsely, "Brother."
Wei Qian was taken aback by his sudden sound.
Then I heard the little boy suddenly cry: "If you have no money, sell me."
Wei Zhiyuan didn't think so in his heart, and he didn't know why he blurted out this sentence.
Probably because he really doesn't have anything long.
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