At breakfast the next day, Wei Zhiyuan said to Mrs. Song and Xiaobao: "The teacher will keep me to make up classes for the next two nights. I will come back later, so you don't have to wait for me to eat."
Mrs. Song and Xiaobao were not suspicious at all. After all, compared to Wei Qian's scary criminal record, Wei Zhiyuan is a good student in the traditional sense. He is sensible, clean and tidy, obeys the rules, has strong self-control and never does Extraordinary things - in Xiaobao's school, Wei Zhiyuan's excellence is well known.
So Mrs. Song heard this, and immediately turned her focus to Xiaobao and said, "Did you hear me, learn from your brothers, your elder brother will be a college student in the future, and your younger brother will represent the school to participate in the competition, how about you?"
Xiao Bao said without any pressure: "Let them go, I will take care of the house."
Mrs. Song raised the spatula to hit her, Song Xiaobao was like a little monkey, he rushed to the door in two or three steps, opened the door for Wei Zhiyuan like a dog, nodded and bowed and said, "Second brother, please go first."
Wei Zhiyuan nodded in a very dignified manner, picked up the car keys, and walked out in front of her. Song Xiaobao followed up like a little eunuch on a saddle, turning his head and sticking out his tongue at Mrs. Song.
Because her physical growth is not in a hurry compared to Old Xiong's speech speed, and Wei Zhiyuan's growth is too impatient, although the two seem to be about the same age at first, it seems that the age gap has really widened now.
Mrs. Song threw down the spatula angrily, and scolded Xiaobao: "The mud can't stick to the wall, alas, it's useless!"
That night, Wei Zhiyuan did not come back until nearly eight o'clock. Mrs. Song had already gone to work for a hot pot restaurant. Song Xiaobao poked his head out from the room and said, "Second Brother, are you back? There is food in the kitchen, and grandma in the pot will give it to you." Two boiled eggs were left!"
Wei Zhiyuan let out a "hmm", opened the pot and saw that there was only one.
Song Xiaobao hastily added: "I stole one!"
Wei Zhiyuan: ""
Song Xiaobao laughed "hehe": "By the way, let me show you this!"
She said that she ran to the living room and took out a crumpled postcard from under the glass cushion on the coffee table. It was sent from Qinghai, with Wei Qian's faded handwriting on it. The time was still a month ago, probably he happened to pass by. When I was in a good mood, after hearing someone's words, I bought it and sent it back to coax them to play.
It's a pity that he didn't even coax seriously. After writing the mailing address, he didn't even say a word, so he drew two little turtles, one with a bald head representing the male tortoise, and the other with a flower on its head representing the female tortoise. , the two turtles stayed together and played obediently, which contained all the messages sent back by the eldest brother—Wei Zhiyuan and Song Xiaobao, you two, stay at home well, and be honest with me.
That "turtle real person" never tires of destroying people, unknowingly had a profound impact on Wei Qian's aesthetic and artistic sense.
All his life, he fell into the habit of loving to draw little bastards.
Wei Zhiyuan's heart couldn't help jumping. Wei Qian hadn't heard from him for more than half a month. Xiaoyuan inexplicably remembered the hand that was stained with toilet water, and couldn't help asking: "Did he not call?"
"No," Song Xiaobao said, "Second brother, is there any dried yak meat in Qinghai? Is it delicious?"
Wei Zhiyuan sighed, and gave up normal communication with her: "How do you know how to eat?"
"Oh, don't imitate your elder brother's speech. You don't learn it like that. It should be like this—" Song Xiaobao waved his hands, then scrunched up his face, made a frowning expression, lowered his voice, and said in a short and vicious tone, " You little bastard, you know how to eat!"
Her ability to imitate is increasing day by day, and she is lifelike. Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing along with Xiaobao, the appearance of the elder brother scolding the little girl was almost in sight.
After Xiaobao returned to the house, Wei Zhiyuan sat down, took out his secret notebook, and wrote a few words "warehouse manager, working in three shifts" after "meat processing factory". Copied a duty schedule.
The first secrets written by other teenagers are usually related to Mu Shaoai, but Wei Zhiyuan's first secret diary records all the traces of a person in a creepy way.
With the passage of time, Wei Zhiyuan's details about the perverted man's name, family situation, work schedule, living habits, etc. have become shocking.
At the beginning, Wei Zhiyuan just stayed at the community activity center, but the female teacher who led the team was very strict although she was young, and the pervert could only watch from a distance and never walked in. After the "June 1st" passed, those rehearsal children became performances, so they stopped going.
The pervert seemed very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. With adults present, even if it was just a young girl as thin as a bird, he didn't dare to do anything. In the next few days, this person wandered around the neighborhood.
Wei Zhiyuan has been secretly observing him, but whether it is tracking or recording, he just collected the information in passing at this time, and has not yet figured out what he should do. Everything is used to convince yourself in advance.
Wei Zhiyuan closed the diary, locked it and hid it away, then stared blankly at the drinking cup for a while—the cup belonged to the elder brother, Wei Zhiyuan actually had his own cup, but he didn’t like to use it, and always liked to drink from the elder brother’s water , the same bland coolness, but he seems to be able to drink the taste from the big brother's cup.
Wei Qian never cared about such trivial matters, if he couldn't drink enough to drink, he had to refill it, otherwise he would be scolded.
He couldn't help but think of many things related to Wei Qian, and at the same time he became more and more angry with his elder brother.
Wei Zhiyuan decided to use silent cold violence to resist to the end the big brother who thought he was an adult, even if the big brother called again, he would never answer.
However, more than half a month has really passed, but Wei Qian has not made a single phone call, and after that postcard, there is no news back.
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The weather is getting hotter and hotter.
Even Mrs. Song couldn't hold back any longer, and asked Song Xiaobao to call Wei Qian's cell phone—in Mrs. Song's perception, she was afraid of such invisible and intangible expenses as phone bills. If it is on fire, she will not use the phone, and will not let others use it.
But it didn't connect, Wei Qian turned off the phone.
Granny Song was in a hurry and was going upstairs to find Sanpang immediately. In her eyes, although Wei Qian is a bastard who talks like a stick, he is also the pillar of the family. With the pillar gone, she doesn't know who to consult with except Sanpang.
Wei Zhiyuan stopped her calmly: "It's useless to find him. At most, the third brother will make a few more phone calls. If Xiaobao can't get through, can he get through?"
Granny Song looked up at the boy who was already taller than her: "Then what do you think?"
Wei Zhiyuan thought for a while: "Who do you think my brother went with? The person who opened the pharmacy?"
Granny Song nodded her head in disbelief.
Wei Zhiyuan: "Give me the address."
It happened to be the weekend, so Wei Zhiyuan took the last postcard sent by Wei Qian and the address Mrs. Song gave him, and rode to Lao Xiong's pharmacy by bicycle. He was as calm as solving a complicated math problem. Pushing one step at a time, he walked in an orderly manner, and his composure was abnormal.
When Granny Song also calmed down, she looked at Xiao Bao who was obviously listless, and thought about the boy's unfazed face, but she began to feel a little uncomfortable.
A loved one loses news and never returns for a long time. Shouldn't normal people be left without a home
Even if it was just for a while, Wei Zhiyuan's reaction was far beyond the level of his peers, but Mrs. Song couldn't help but feel a little chilled.
She used to think that this child was smart and benevolent, but now she had to start to suspect that he was impersonal.
Wei Zhiyuan found Lao Xiong's pharmacy all the way, according to Lao Xiong's urination, the clerk was a temporary laborer, facing the pharmacy with one person playing multiple roles, he was not well adapted, and he didn't know what to ask.
Wei Zhiyuan asked him for Lao Xiong's contact information, said some good words, and called Lao Xiong from the phone in the store, but the other party also turned off the phone.
Wei Zhiyuan felt like a stone sank in his heart, cold and heavy, as if he was about to fall down with his three souls and seven spirits, so he had no choice but to tug at the heavy stone, forcing himself to do the right thing.
The boy and the clerk struggled to communicate for a long time. Finally, the clerk remembered that there was a piece of personal information of the boss in the drawer. In addition to the contact address and communication method, there seemed to be an emergency contact person on it.
In this way, Wei Zhiyuan found Lao Xiong's wife.
However, the moment the phone was connected, an anxious female voice came from inside, asking indiscriminately, "Old Bear? Is it Old Bear?"
Her words completely wiped out the hope in Wei Zhiyuan's heart.
At this point, Wei Zhiyuan knew that the eldest brother really lost contact.
Coming out of the pharmacy, Wei Zhiyuan went straight to the police station to report the crime. A policewoman on duty saw that he was a half-grown child, and patiently asked him a lot about the specific situation.
But Wei Zhiyuan didn't know anything about the situation—Wei Qian only called a few days after he left, but because Wei Zhiyuan was angry and refused to talk to him, Wei Qian could only tease Xiaobao a few words, and explain to grandma that he was safe, in a few words Just hang up, leaving very little information every time.
Wei Zhiyuan had no choice but to show the postcard to the policewoman. The policewoman took it, carefully observed the postmark and date, and shook her head: "Brother, we can accept it, or you can check for him according to the itinerary and date recorded on it. The location, but he is probably just passing by, not missing here, you understand? You don't even know when and where the person disappeared, and there is little hope of us finding it. You have to be mentally prepared .”
For a moment, Wei Zhiyuan looked at her with a dazed and bewildered expression, as if he was overwhelmed by the sudden change, but after only a short while, he restrained himself and withdrew his gaze.
The policewoman observed through his reaction, so she asked softly, "Are there any adults in your family?"
"There is only one grandma, she is very old." Wei Zhiyuan turned back, lowered his eyes, and then paused, "Thank you sister."
Said, Wei Zhiyuan got up and left, he had done everything he could think of.
There was nothing more to do.
Wei Zhiyuan rode his bicycle home at a constant speed, and when he reached a place where there was no one on the way, he suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped on the brakes without warning, then slowly bent down, lay on the handlebars, and buried his face in the in the middle of the arm.
The boy's rapidly growing and thin back was bent into a tight bow, Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't hold the stone in his heart, and let it fall straight down, causing him pain from the heart to the heart.
"what do I do?"
In a daze, his heart seemed to go from shouting and chaos from all directions, to gradually turning into a total silence, and then there was only this question that had no answer left.
Big Brother went so far.
What if he really just did that and never came again
The boundless distance, and the hope of fireflies like beans.
From his birth to the present, "powerlessness" seems to run through every day of his life.
That night, Wei Zhiyuan didn't open the door to go home until the news broadcast. Xiaobao and Mrs. Song hurriedly raised their heads together and looked at him eagerly.
Mrs. Song asked: "How is it?"
Wei Zhiyuan walked to the middle of the living room blankly, and sat upright on the sofa.
He logically and clearly narrated what he had done and heard throughout the afternoon, then cleared his throat, raised his eyes, and glanced at the faces of grandma and Xiaobao.
Wei Zhiyuan said his follow-up decision lightly: "Now we have no other choice but to wait for the news. If my brother is my brother, then I will drop out of school to support the family."
Mrs. Song jumped up suddenly, and stamped her foot on the ground with a pale face: "Bah, bah, bah! Irony, childish talk! What are you talking about, brat?"
"Grandma." Wei Zhiyuan straightened his back and looked at her quietly, "I heard that when my brother's parents died, he was about the same age as me now. I can also do it, if he can carry it on his back, I can also carry it on his back, don't worry."
Mrs. Song looked at him blankly.
Xiaobao's eye circles suddenly turned red, and when she blinked, tears fell down. She gently pulled Wei Zhiyuan and said, "Second brother, I'm not doing well in studies anyway, so I can drop out of school. I can think of myself as a mouse that fell into a rice vat."
Wei Zhiyuan's eyes fell on her, and then he seemed to be imitating someone's movements in memory, stretched out his hand awkwardly and unskillfully, and gently placed it on top of Xiaobao's head.
He said: "What can you do? You look so small and have no strength, you will be bullied when you leave school."
For some reason, Xiaobao cried even more after hearing this sentence.
"My brother has worked so hard to get to this day. As long as he still has breath, he will definitely come back before the semester begins—don't cry, it's fine." Wei Zhiyuan said these words calmly, and then squeezed out With an unsuccessful smile, she turned to grandma, "If it gets dark or it's windy and rainy in the future, I'll pick you up by bike."
Wei Zhiyuan tried his best to adjust the atmosphere at home, and tried his best to become a new pillar.
However, when the dead of night came, he sat alone behind his small desk, but he couldn't figure out how his elder brother brought up Xiaobao and supported such a leaky home.
When he was young, he often uttered wild words and frequently uttered nonsense about "supporting the family". Now he is finally far away, and a panic from the bottom of his heart almost overwhelms him.
He was more terrified than when he was ignorant when he was a child, wandering around with only a little bit of natural wit and luck, he was more terrified than when he was facing a pervert with a steel pipe, and he was even more terrified than when he was cautiously fleeing for his life with his elder brother.
Because he can't be ignorant, can't do things impulsively with a little passion in his heart, and there is no such a person that he looks forward to.
There is grandma on the top, Xiaobao on the bottom, he has to take care of them, and brother Mazi who lives in a small bungalow opposite his mother, the eldest brother will not allow himself to leave her alone.
He felt an almost dark pressure.
Wei Zhiyuan took a deep breath, and asked himself silently in his heart: "What will my brother do?"
He leaned back on the chair, trying to calm down his ups and downs, and began to recall everything about Wei Qian.
Wei Zhiyuan seemed to be examining a math problem carefully, meticulously considering all the needs in life, and thinking about how to solve them one by one.
And even though he was preparing for the worst, Wei Zhiyuan still refused to admit that Wei Qian disappeared for no reason. He always firmly believed that even if he didn't come this summer, his elder brother would definitely come back before the next autumn.
This seemed to be the last straw floating in his heart.
As the final exam approached, Wei Zhiyuan would still go to the police station every day, but he would occasionally get a lunch box of dumplings or pies, but he didn't get any news about his eldest brother.
Every time he returned disappointed, Wei Zhiyuan felt that he was pushed to the brink of collapse.
The return journey happened to pass through a remote section close to the elementary school. It was already very late that day, and Wei Zhiyuan was caught off guard and saw that pervert again—because of family affairs, he had no energy to follow for a long time.
I saw the pervert holding a few lollipops bought at the roadside in his hand, bending over to talk to a six or seven-year-old boy.
The little boy looked dazed, maybe a bit slow in intelligence, the man's speech was too fast for him, he didn't understand half of it, but he could feel the other party's malicious intentions, and backed away involuntarily step.
The pervert stretched out his salty pig's hand to grab the child's shoulder, and at this moment, he was suddenly hit hard from behind.
Wei Zhiyuan knocked him aside as if he couldn't stop the car, and said coldly: "Good dogs don't block the road."
He has grown up too much, and the black light is blind, the other party didn't recognize him at all, but was suddenly smashed, and shrank to the side in a panic, Wei Zhiyuan bent down to pick up the little boy, and threw it on the crossbeam of the car, impatiently Said: "Sit down and move around."
Then they drove him straight out.
The little boy was really unresponsive, and after riding a long way, he stared blankly at Wei Zhiyuan and said, "Big brother, I don't know you."
Wei Zhiyuan: "I don't know you either."
This kind of dialogue is beyond the intelligence of the little guy, he opened his eyes wide, not knowing what to say, Wei Zhiyuan rode all the way out of the narrow alley, and then put him at the intersection in the downtown area: "Let's go."
The anxiety and despair of not being able to find his eldest brother, combined with the pressure from the family he was about to face, finally ignited the long-suppressed negative emotions in Wei Zhiyuan's heart.
And what happened that night made Wei Zhiyuan think that he had found a reason - he decided to kill that man.
As if it had to be so, he could regain some control over his life with his powerless hands.
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