What a wonderful place in the old town, although there are a bunch of crooked alleys, but it is the city center when you go out, so it is convenient to go anywhere.
Therefore, there are a lot of tricksters, and the nail households will be lined up in the word "person" and in the word "one". The demolition office has rolled the nail bed, almost peeling off a layer of skin, and finally put these people together. Settled.
The old neighbors can all get a fair amount of compensation.
Sanpang's family and Wei Qian had already discussed it. With Lao Xiong's instigation, they took a fancy to three apartments in a good location, which happened to be three households on one floor. I am a disabled person, and it is inconvenient to do anything, so I need someone nearby to take care of me.
The new house was taken over by Lao Xiong's wife, and San Pang's parents often went there.
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Old Xiong's wife is a very puzzling person, her character is like a second kicker who is ready to fly to the moon and ascend to the sky at any time, she is very hot, especially when she treats Old Xiong, she often scratches her ears and twists her flesh with domestic violence. Of course, Lao Xiong Xiong's ear is also willing to hit and suffer - she is like Wang Xifeng in Dream of the Red Chamber, whenever she encounters something that shows her ability, she rushes forward, focusing on taking responsibility for herself.
She is as clean and thorough in her work as her people.
Wei Qian stopped by one day and went to take a look. He was taken aback by the semi-finished product. People like him who live in five-star hotels and pig houses have to admit that Mrs. Xiong's taste is up to standard.
There are various indications that Mrs. Xiong is probably a well-educated person, and such a woman whose character and ability are not at ease in the family has somehow become Old Xiong's full-time housewife—seriously, The old Xiong's family really has nothing to do full-time. The elderly on both sides don't need them to bother. They hire someone to do the housework, and the couple has been married for ten years and has no children. Mrs. Xiong doesn't know what to do at home all day long. She has to be idle No.
San Pang once wondered why she didn't work and didn't want children, but Wei Qian angrily stopped him. Wei Qian was impatient to inquire about trivial matters in other people's homes since he was a child.
Everything went well with Mrs. Xiong, but Wei Qian and the others did not.
This day, Sanpang ran to Wei Qian's house, and Wei Qian went home early and didn't go anywhere.
The two of them have gone through hard times in the past few years, and later they followed the old bear, and they did run around and have a little savings. However, from the beginning to the end, they have fulfilled their promise to the dead.
Mazi's mother is never short of food and clothing, and she is always taken care of. During the holidays, San Pang and Wei Qian must take turns to take her to their home.
But no matter how close you are to a son, you are not a real son.
For six or seven years, her ugly son, Mazi, had never returned home, except for remittances and only occasional letters. The handwriting is childish and ridiculous, crooked, and the words are only a few words. Every time Wei Qian reads it to her, she feels that it is gone before she has time to appreciate it.
However, the method of forging letters has become more and more difficult to use. With the popularization of mobile phones and the convenience of communication in recent years, Mazi's mother is always puzzled. Her son goes out to run a business, and every time he gives her so much money, Why don't you install a phone yourself
Every time she talked about this with Wei Qian and the others, it would make the two boys break out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, she hasn't mentioned it recently.
Now that the old house is about to be demolished, Mazi's mother is not willing to leave without accident. Even though the two of them have taken turns to hype the new home, she is still reluctant - Mazi's mother said that she is afraid that her son will not be able to find a home after moving out.
When Wei Zhiyuan opened the door and came in, he found Sanpang and Wei Qian by the window, with a cigarette in one hand, and the other leaning against the window on one side, looking at the direction of the big pagoda tree together, comparing with Sai's silence.
Seeing Wei Qian suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan hesitated at the door: "Third brother, why are you back?"
He broke the silence with a loud voice, San Pang then moved, turned his head to look up at the young man, and said painfully: "Qian'er, what did my brother ask you to feed, how did it grow into a big beam?"
Wei Qian was very annoyed, and casually pinched his cigarette on the window sill: "The beams of the house are also stronger than you growing into a door panel—you, forget it, I'll go and talk to her about it."
Said, he walked downstairs quickly, and Mazi Ma was sitting under the big locust tree to enjoy the cool air, her face was still uneven, she was only middle-aged, her eyes were already cloudy, and she had the dull look of old people Come.
Seeing him coming, Mazi's mother raised her head and smiled at him: "Qian'er."
"Auntie." Wei Qian walked over, raised his trousers and squatted beside her, thinking about his words at the same time, he was really out of words, but he had said everything he could think of, and it would be a waste of time to say anything else.
Wei Qian was really broken, he was so busy every day that he didn't touch the ground, he couldn't spare any more time after only taking a quick look at his new home, and he had to beat the spirits all day long, and go back and forth with Mazi's mother.
If it was someone else, he would have jumped anxiously, but Mazi's mother Wei Qian squatted on the ground aggrieved, smiled wryly, and had no choice but to hold his nose and bear it.
He said to Mazi's mother a little depressed: "I don't understand, what good is there to live in this hellish place, how can a new house be better than this?"
Mazi Mazi lowered her eyes slowly and looked at him tenderly.
Wei Qian continued: "I think you think too much. Mazi is such an adult, and he's not a kid of three or five years old. Even if he really can't find a home when he comes back, can't he ask someone? I"
Mazi's mother suddenly asked: "Did Auntie cause trouble for you and San'er?"
It's not just troublesome, it's terribly troublesome! Wei Qian complained in his heart that he came back in a hurry just for this matter, and he had to pack himself up to look like a dog before dinner, followed the old bear as a follower, and drove the train overnight to see an out-of-town project.
Wei Qian held his breath in his throat, bitter bile was about to come up from his stomach, but he forced a smile in the end: "No, how could it be?"
Mazi's mother looked at him for a while, and suddenly she let go unexpectedly, she said: "Then let's forget about it, Auntie really didn't mean to cause trouble for you, I am old and have lived here for most of my life , I was suddenly asked to move, and I felt a little awkward, and I couldn't break my teeth for a while."
Wei Qian heard the implication of her loose tone, and was ecstatic. He didn't expect that he could really move the world by repeating it several times, making the old stubborn Mazi let go, and hurriedly asked: "Auntie, do you want to?" move?"
Mazi's mother avoided his gaze, lowered her head, and after a while, she nodded slightly: "Then move."
Wei Qian was relieved for a moment, and hurriedly got up from the ground: "Okay! That's no problem, I will ask my third brother to take you to sign the contract and receive compensation tomorrow, okay? Oh, my dear aunt, you can be regarded as nodding, otherwise I really want to kneel down for you."
Mazi's mother said: "I'm leaving from now on, I want to see my old neighbor again, can you push me around?"
She only has one arm to support her strength, and she can barely push herself out of the yard in a wheelchair, but it will not work if the road is long.
Wei Qian knelt down on one knee without saying a word: "What are you pushing, I'm carrying you behind my back!"
He walked slowly through every dirty alley with Mazi's mother on his back. It was still bustling with people, and there were still cubs running all over the place, but the cubs of the previous generation had grown up and were running and playing downstairs. A batch has been changed; it is still the bicycles parked randomly, the illegal pergola everywhere, and the residents’ canteen converted from their own balconies; it is still the old locust tree of "hanging ghost" that loses its green color in summer .
Wei Qian made Mazi's mother happy by talking while walking. For example, at which intersection did he and Mazi work together to clean up Sanpang, and how did the three of them meet each other later? For example, where was their old fried dough stick stand Suddenly, a drop of cold liquid fell on Wei Qian's neck, making him stop his mouth suddenly.
Afterwards, tears fell one after another on Wei Qian's neck and face, and a hoarse sobbing came from behind him.
Wei Qian paused, at that moment, he just wanted to give himself a big mouth.
The two of them spent six or seven years fabricating a lie full of loopholes, which was finally exposed after countless times of jeopardy.
He should have realized it the first time he heard Mazi's mother say that.
How could the living not find a home
Wei Zhiyuan has been watching by the window.
He saw Mazi's mother's face covered with scars, and when she started crying, the scars turned red, making her even more frightening. When the eldest brother was not at home, Wei Zhiyuan had delivered meals to her, and every time he passed by, she would diligently grab a handful of candies or snacks and put them in his pocket—even though he was no longer young.
What Wei Zhiyuan often felt from her was a kind of resignation to fate, and almost obsequious flattery, as if even if he stayed for five minutes, he would just say a few more words.
She endured such loneliness, Wei Zhiyuan had never seen Mazi's mother cry so bitterly.
And her tears fell on Wei Qian's face, as if he was crying too.
But Wei Zhiyuan knew that elder brother would not cry. From his elder brother's clenched teeth and deep eyes, he saw a kind of restraint that hurt like a knife.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't know why, seeing that side face, the blood in his heart suddenly seemed to flow backwards, warmly flowing across his entire chest, soaking his heart almost to the point of softening.
For three years, every time he got close to his eldest brother, Wei Zhiyuan would feel the lingering sticky feeling all over his body that made him sick and anxious. In this moment, the sticky feeling miraculously disappeared. He kept staring at Wei Qian as he put the weeping Mazi mother back into the wheelchair, and pushed into the courtyard of Mazi's house until he was out of sight.
Wei Zhiyuan felt lost for a moment—he had been trying to imitate and surpass his elder brother, so as to reduce his nervousness about being close to his elder brother, and he hadn't been looking forward to his elder brother's return, because that person was always in front of his eyes, which would disturb his rare peace. ——At this time, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly had a feeling of "missing" in his heart. Even though Wei Qian was still under his nose just now, he desperately wanted to talk to his elder brother calmly, and wanted to let himself be closer to his elder brother and listen to him. Listen to what he thinks.
The hunting fire that had been burning in his chest seemed to have suddenly peeled off its domineering and domineering nature, and gradually weakened and slowed down. It became a warm flame, spreading out some kind of dark and tactful feelings with twists and turns.
Wei Qian came back soon, threw himself on the bed on his back, and sighed heavily first.
After a while, Wei Zhiyuan sat down beside him.
Wei Zhiyuan casually took the knife and apple from the table, carefully peeled the apple and handed it to Wei Qian: "Brother, why are you so nice to Aunt You Tiao, she is not your real mother."
Wei Qian took it, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Why are there so many, why not."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Why not?"
Wei Qian paused: "You Mazi brother, do you still remember your Mazi brother?"
Wei Zhiyuan nodded.
The apple was not big, Wei Qian gnawed off half of it in one bite, and there was a big piece on his cheek, but his wisdom teeth were growing inside, and it was awkward to chew. Me, Brother Mazi, will bring you and Xiaobao up even if you sell everything you want."
Wei Zhiyuan bent one long leg and put it on the edge of the bed, quietly looked down at Wei Qian's eyebrows and eyes carefully, and felt a trace of unusual meaning from it, he almost wanted to reach out and touch it.
The boy thought to himself, why did he treat me so well? I'm not your real brother either.
But he didn't ask this sentence, he turned it around in his heart, and finally dissipated in his limbs.
Wei Qian suddenly remembered something, turned over and sat up from the bed, grabbed the apple in his mouth and freed his hand, took a bag, and waved to Wei Zhiyuan: "Come on."
Said, he glanced at the hut again: "Is Xiaobao not at home?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Their school dance team went to practice."
"What is the dance team? She can't put her mind to the right place." Wei Qian frowned, apparently dissatisfied with hearing about this organization, but quickly put it aside and handed the bag to Wei Zhiyuan, " open to take a look."
It was a computer bag, Wei Zhiyuan had already seen it, he glanced at Wei Qian hesitantly, opened it carefully, and saw a brand new computer inside.
Wei Qian sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and said, "Aren't you going to participate in that computer competition? Your teacher called me yesterday, saying that it is very inconvenient for you to go to the computer room of the school all the time - why don't you tell me?" Tell me? If you need anything in the future, just tell me, what am I making money for?"
Wei Zhiyuan smiled, he lowered his head in embarrassment like a real child, and wiped the shiny cover of the computer with his fingertips carefully.
Wei Qian lowered his head and looked at his watch: "Oh no, I have to go, don't let Xiaobao play with her, and it's best not to let her see her, she's a playful kid, do you hear me?"
Wei Zhiyuan: "Thank you brother."
That day, Wei Zhiyuan watched Wei Qian pack up his luggage, and he didn't forget to take a book with him, strode to the intersection, hailed a taxi and left.
The young man was there, reminiscing about his mood just now, as if he wanted to figure out why, to understand clearly, but he quickly gave up.
If it didn't come out of nowhere, how could it be regarded as heart-pounding
At the end of the Gregorian calendar, when Wei Qian was tormented by the opening report and an unresolved project at Lao Xiong's head, they moved into a new home together, and Wei Zhiyuan finally had his own room.
When Mrs. Song opened the door for the first time, she was like Grandma Liu who had entered the Grand View Garden. She had never lived in such a beautiful home in her life, and she was so cautious that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.
Granny Song's whole body seemed to be split, and she asked like sleepwalking for a while: "Is this our house? Are we going to live here from now on?"
After a while, he raised his eyebrows and scolded Wei Qian: "I think that bastard just got some money to burn! He only had enough to eat for a few days, and his tail is up to the sky! How much does it cost? This prodigal bastard, Why doesn't he just buy a palace to live in? He just earned three melons and two dates, tsk tsk, Yangshi Sanjian won't be able to accommodate him!"
This time the three brothers tacitly ignored her beaming cursing.
On the one hand to celebrate the housewarming, and on the other hand to thank Sister-in-law Xiong for her efforts, Sanpang and Wei Qian invited the old Xiong and his wife together for a meal, and they didn't realize until halfway through the meal that it happened to be Sister-in-law Xiong's birthday.
So in the evening, San Pang and Wei Qian went to celebrate his birthday with Mrs. Xiong. Mrs. Xiong called a large group of young people, and a group of people booked a box in a nearby club.
Most of the people Mrs. Xiong called were young girls, not just ordinary young girls, these girls had a different spirit from others, whether it was those with amazing facial features or those who looked more ordinary, they all had a certain kind of saying on their bodies. The unmistakable artistic temperament is particularly pleasing to the eye, and San Fatty, this shameful fat man, stares straight at him.
Old Xiong's wife was strict with him. He didn't even dare to raise his head when he saw a group of beauties. He just sat on the side meditating.
Sanpang: "Hey, my sister-in-law knows so many beauties?"
Old Xiong told them in a low voice: "Your sister-in-law used to be in the art troupe, and these are the little girls she took care of."
"before"? Old Xiong didn't say why it's not the case now, and Wei Qian didn't ask, his eyes fell on one of the girls involuntarily.
Her girl was so beautiful that it radiated radiance, and that kind of beauty was neither the cuteness of a girl, nor the intellectuality and purity of a schoolgirl, but a pure, unadulterated feminine beauty.
Some girls remind you of the sister next door, some of a certain animal, and some of a certain style of painting, but this girl doesn't remind you of anything. At that time, it will only make people feel that this is a woman.
Mrs. Xiong's eyes were as bright as a torch, and she spotted it at a glance, and secretly elbowed the old bear: "Hey, look."
Old Xiong thought that the test of the organization was coming, and hurriedly expressed his position in trepidation: "I don't want to watch it."
Mrs. Xiong pinched him: "I let you see Xiao Wei, did you notice that since Tingting came in, Xiao Wei didn't even glance at others—hey, let me ask you, is he not interested? ?”
The old bear was so worried, he sighed and said to his wife: "Why are you obsessed with the matchmaker again, my aunt?"
"Jide, do you understand Jide?" Sister Xiong said, raising her voice to greet the girl, "Tingting, come here, sister will introduce someone to you!"
Tingting responded, got up from the group of girls and walked over.
Only then did Sanpang come back from the dazzling beauties. When he saw Tingting, he was stunned for a moment, then opened his eyes wide, and immediately stopped him: "Sister-in-law, don't"
But Sister-in-Law Xiong has already pulled Wei Qian quickly: "This is my sister-in-law who used to work together, called Tingting, this is Xiao Wei, Wei Qian, brought by your brother-in-law, sister Tingting told you, this young man is amazing, The young talent is from a famous university, and he is also handsome, right? You young people know each other better."
Wei Qian withdrew his hand abruptly, and Mrs. Xiong raised her head for no reason, only to find that his face had turned pale.
Tingting greeted him friendly: "Hello."
Wei Qian's expression was as if he had seen a ghost. He settled down, managed to maintain his demeanor, smiled at Tingting, and quickly apologized: "Sister-in-law, I drank a little too much today, and my stomach hurts." Very comfortable, I have to go out to sober up."
Said, he ran away as if to escape.
Sanpang let out an "ouch" and immediately chased after him.
Wei Qian rushed all the way to the toilet, locked the door of the cubicle with his backhand, grabbed the toilet and vomited profusely.
San Pang hurriedly knocked on the door outside: "Qian'er? Is Qian'er okay?"
Wei Qian didn't answer, he vomited all he could, and finally he was almost exhausted, so he slowly sat down on the ground along the base of the wall.
San Pang heard his low and weak voice: "It's okay, third brother, let me rest by myself."
San Pang withdrew his hand, didn't dare to say anything, and waited quietly outside the cubicle.
Wei Qian propped his elbows on his knees, raised his head, stared at the glaring white lights on the roof without blinking, feeling empty and sad.
He didn't know Tingting, and he had never seen this girl anywhere, and the moment she walked in, Wei Qian felt hit.
He didn't have time to realize where the deja vu in her came from, but he was attracted by her instinctively——Wei Qian had never been so interested in a opposite sex in his life, both physically and psychologically.
At that moment, Wei Qian suddenly realized that he was only attracted to one type of girl. Before he could figure out which type this girl belonged to, Mrs. Xiong called her in front of her on her own initiative.
And when she walked in, the faint scent of flowers on her body rushed towards him, and when she pursed her lips and smiled, Wei Qian couldn't describe his feeling.
He understood face to face where the deja vu in her came from.
Her pure femininity, which is not affected by any behavior or even beauty or ugliness, is actually like his mother who passed away ten years ago.
Before the surging hormones in his young body had time to cool down, Wei Qian's heart had already been dragged into a icy abyss. He didn't want to recall how he coped unbeautifully, how he endured all the way to the toilet before vomiting.
He touched his lingering nightmare of floating life, and he didn't know how to face it anyway.
Wei Qian didn't remember how he got home that day, he wasn't drunk, he was just tired, so tired that he opened the door and arrived home, before he could go back to the room, he collapsed on the sofa, didn't want to think about anything, fell asleep.
A moment later, the bedroom door behind him opened with a "squeak", and Wei Zhiyuan came out.
"Brother?" He knelt on the edge of the sofa and gently pushed Wei Qian.
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