Wei Qian didn't open his eyes, but responded to him very lightly.
Sister-in-law Xiong installed a fancy lamp on the sofa, Wei Zhiyuan reached out and unscrewed it, and the warm light immediately shone down, covering the entire sofa.
It is neither dazzling nor dim, just like the sunshine on a winter afternoon, creating just the right comfort of "adding a bit of artificiality, but not making it short".
It was the first time for Wei Zhiyuan to turn on the light, and he found the switch after groping twice, and then he was taken aback for a moment—the light inlaid a light gold border on Wei Qian's body like flowers, and even the scarf he hadn't had time to take off seemed to be soft. It became a cloud of snow, hiding half of his chin.
Wei Qian turned his face sideways, and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes to avoid the light. The shadow of that arm was connected with the slender eyebrows, as if they were about to sink into the crow-like temples.
Hua Yun is restrained, and the streamer is hidden.
Wei Zhiyuan's heart jumped violently. For a long time, longing and rationality have become two lingering forces entrenched in his heart. The latter has thousands of reasons, while the former has only one—thinking, liking, letting go. Heartbroken.
At this time, Wei Zhiyuan felt that all the thousands of reasons in his chest were collapsing, and there was only a lonely lighthouse like a pillar left, and the frozen light fell on a person.
The boy's throat moved involuntarily, and it took him a while to suppress his ups and downs, pushed Wei Qian, and said in a low voice, "Go and sleep indoors, it's cold."
Wei Qian pressed his hand and shook his head feebly.
Wei Zhiyuan looked at his face: "Brother, have you drunk too much? May I pour you a glass of water?"
Wei Qian shook his head again, his brows gradually wrinkled. After a while, he took a deep breath, half-opened his eyes, glanced at Wei Zhiyuan, waved his hand and said, "Leave me alone, go to sleep."
Wei Zhiyuan looked at him fixedly: "What's wrong with you?"
Wei Qian was silent for a long time, he felt that he was extremely tired and didn't want to say a word, especially he didn't want to deal with children.
But maybe it was because he felt too uncomfortable, maybe it was because of the drunkenness, Wei Qian suddenly looked away, Wei Zhiyuan was surprised to find a flash of fragility on his face.
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Wei Qian said in a hoarse voice, "I feel a little uncomfortable."
After saying this, he regretted it, Wei Qian felt that the floodgate in his heart was opened a small crack by his sudden miss, and he hurriedly blocked it back with great effort, lest another thread would be exposed.
He closed his mouth and eyes, and stopped talking, pretending that he was just dizzy and drunk, and wanted to sleep.
Wei Zhiyuan waited for a while, but unfortunately did not get any follow-up expression, so he walked into Wei Qian's bedroom silently, took out a blanket from inside, put it on Wei Qian's body, turned around, poured a glass of warm water, and walked away again. Went to the kitchen, took out the leftover bowl of rice at night, brewed it with hot water, then cut some vegetable leaves and ham, beat a bowl of egg flower, and cooked them together on the fire for a while until the rice grains were soft When it was so glutinous that it exploded completely, and it was inseparable from the milky white rice soup, Wei Zhiyuan stirred it with a spoon, sprinkled a handful of salt finely, and turned off the fire.
Wei Zhiyuan can make a lot of simple night snacks. When he was tall, he would often wake up hungry in the middle of the night, and he was used to getting up to find something to eat by himself.
"Drink a few sips while it's hot, and you'll be fine." Wei Zhiyuan stuffed the spoon into his hand, sat under the lamp by himself, picked up a book, and quietly accompanied him.
The heat of the porridge hits the face, with a special fragrance.
Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, then sat up rustlingly, picked it up and drank. His cold fingertips turned pale blood from the hot porcelain bowl, and the stone pressed in his stomach was miraculously melted away.
The word "home" seems to have melted into the bowl of porridge and rice soup that was cooked slowly in the small pot.
It seems to be able to cure all diseases, drinking it is really good.
Wei Zhiyuan stayed with him all the time, until Wei Qian got up and went back to sleep, then he packed up the dishes, turned off the lights, and went back to his bedroom.
There is a cardboard box under his bed. Although he has only moved to his new home not long ago, he has already accumulated a lot of things in the cardboard box.
On the top is an old yellowed photo of Wei Qian, and under it are a dozen unopened pornographic magazines.
Unconventional, there is not a single woman in it.
Wei Zhiyuan read the two pages out of curiosity at first, but soon lost interest in the same stereotyped physiological responses as conditioned reflexes. However, when Wei Zhiyuan was caught between two conflicting emotions before, he always kept these bomb-like things under his bed irrationally. The desire to discover.
It's a pity that Wei Qian was too reassured about him, never looked through his things, and never found out.
Now, the conflict in Wei Zhiyuan's heart has been resolved, and he has made up his mind, so he decides to get rid of all these things and start to do what he is good at step by step.
Wei Zhiyuan took out the photo of his eldest brother and stuffed it into his carry-on bag, and the next day he mixed the magazines under the bed with other books, took them out and disposed of them.
Unfortunately, this time, luck seems to have abandoned him.
Wei Zhiyuan's bed was a little short, and the cardboard box had to be turned upside down to be dragged out. When Xiaobao was urging her outside early in the morning, Wei Zhiyuan answered her, and the magazine rolled to the deepest part of the bed as soon as he opened it. Wei Zhiyuan couldn't hear.
In order to prevent any omissions, Wei Zhiyuan deliberately used a long clothes hanger to sweep around under the bed to make sure everything was safe. However, when he got to the innermost part, the clothes hanger hooked the bed legs again, and he took it off with great difficulty.
The open magazine lying quietly under the foot of the bed became a "beautiful black under the lamp", and he didn't sweep it out after all.
As soon as the heavy snow falls, the winter vacation will come soon.
Wei Zhiyuan started the training camp again—Song Xiaobao felt that he was guilty of crimes. Ever since Wei Zhiyuan skipped a class with her for the first time, Xiaobao felt that he had actually jumped to a different dimension. TV at night, there is no whole winter and summer vacation, and I go out early and return late for several years.
After returning home, besides helping grandma and elder brother to do some things, most of the time I also hide in my room to do problems.
Mrs. Song no longer goes out to pick up junk, but she still sells the calculation paper and exercises used by Wei Zhiyuan in bundles every month, and can buy a big bowl of fried snails.
In this case, Song Xiaobao, a normal girl, almost made Wei Zhiyuan an uneducated underachiever by comparison.
But even so, Xiaobao has no objection to her little brother. The main reason is that Wei Qian is always stuck with her pocket money, but not Wei Zhiyuan. A food and clothing parents.
On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, it was already the beginning of the new year, yet Wei Qian was arguing with Lao Xiong in the office.
It was also about the project in other places. It was introduced by a friend of Lao Xiong at the time. The local government formed a business circle, and now it has gradually become a climate. staring gaze.
Old Xiong was very self-aware, and didn't plan to give him a hand, but just brought Wei Qian over to gain insight.
As a result, this insight led to problems.
Wei Qian was almost lovesick for that piece of land. For a while, he couldn't say anything about the project. He was almost obsessed and didn't think about food and drink. Now that it's midwinter, it's impossible to start construction in the northern winter. Therefore, this is the best time to acquire land and go through various preliminary procedures. If the efficiency is high, it can be done as soon as the spring thaws in the coming year.
For this matter, Wei Qian had been fighting with Old Xiong in his office for more than half a month.
San Pang is playing Tetris in the old bear's house, and the old bear is artfully picking up the incense ash in the incense burner. Wei Qian sits opposite him, looking at his leisurely bear appearance, wishing that the big cattail fan would blow all the incense ashes into his chest in the nostrils.
"You give me 30 million, and I promise to make it for you."
The old bear hastily stretched out his hands to catch the wind, carefully protected his incense, and said to Wei Qian with a mournful face: "Not to mention whether you can do it, hey, brother, do you think your brother and I look like thirty million? "
Wei Qian: "That's not a problem, didn't you say that"
The old bear waved his hand to signal him to shut up, carefully struck a match, lit the incense, closed the lid of the incense burner, took a big breath, smoked his nose, shook his head and blinked a few times, as if he was about to Sneezing—this guy is using seal incense as a snuff bottle.
Then he chewed peony and made a high-level evaluation of Fengya's seal fragrance: "Fragrant!"
Wei Qian rolled his eyes.
Then Old Xiong said to him with a babbling mouth: "Young man, let the fame and fortune rush, you really can't find it in the north."
Wei Qian crossed his legs, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, folded his arms in front of his chest, and endured the old bear with his veins jumping.
"I said it earlier, you are eager for quick success and quick profit, you think you have some knowledge after running out a few times?" Old Xiong said in a cadence like reciting poems, "I read the feasibility analysis you wrote, alas, all of them It’s nonsense. There’s a big piece of fat sitting there, and it’s a fart, but anyone who is not stupid wants to take a bite. But you don’t even think about it, why did you bite that fat? Your teeth are golden. Embedded with jade?"
San Fatty shivered.
The old bear glanced at him: "What are you doing?"
San Pang said: "Can you change your tone, Boss Xiong? I feel like hundreds of snails are crawling on me when you talk like that. It's so embarrassing."
Old Bear: ""
San Pang whispered to Wei Qian again: "My darling, 30 million yuan, not 3000 yuan, you can't do it just by opening your mouth like a lion, it scared me to death."
The old bear answered the words with a whimper: "Qian'er, with your intelligence, if you are three-and-a-half times stable and tactful, you will become a great weapon in the future."
Sanpang slapped his thigh: "That's right!"
After a while, San Pang realized that the words were wrong: "Wait, didn't the sentence just now seem to be a compliment to me? Did it mean that I was not smart enough to run on me?"
"You are so wise and foolish." Old Xiong comforted him, and continued to say to Wei Qian, "How many people are staring at that piece of land—OK, even if you, Brother Xiong, rely on the power of others and rely on our old man, I will make it for you. Come here for 30 million, but 30 million you want to leverage this project? Don't dream, boy, you can't even get the land, believe it or not?"
Wei Qian was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "You mean, we are not ready yet, we are not ready to fight, right?"
Old Xiong felt itchy after inhaling incense ash, so he tilted his head and blew his nose, and said in a low voice, "You just noticed it? Then you should get a pair of glasses."
Wei Qian ignored him running on him, and looked directly at the old bear with sharp eyes: "Boss Xiong, according to what you say, we will never be well prepared. Plums that no one picks on the road are bitter, and there are mouths under every good project." Then—this is just a small project in a third-tier city. Big consortiums and big state-owned enterprises don’t even bother to look at it. It’s the lowest and most ideal threshold we can find now. If you can’t make it this step, sooner or later you will be ruled by the game Throw it down, and don’t even think about entering the door. Didn’t you notice? The land price is rising, and you can be sure that you are ready to rise faster than it? What if it’s too late?”
The old bear said leisurely: "That is fate."
Wei Qian slapped the handle of the chair fiercely: "If I accept my fate in this life, I will not live to sit here and challenge you today!"
Boss Xiong didn't confront him, but still leaned on his chair relaxedly, and asked lightly: "We just can't get in now, how is it? Are you qualified? Can you get the project approved? Are you in the local area?" Does the government have connections? Is the stack of permits even? Do you have enough money? I borrowed 18 million yuan. If the land is open for auction, can you win it? Take a look You have never played poker, and you dare to go to the table with a chip of 80 cents, and the dealer will squeeze you out as soon as a big bet is placed."
Wei Qian: "What you said are all problems, but it's not impossible."
The old bear immediately pressed the table lightly: "Where is the solution? Tell me!"
Wei Qian paused.
The old bear slowed down his breath: "I really appreciate your spirit of grabbing opportunities as soon as you see them, but young man, let's be more careful!"
A young man in his twenties and a mature man in his thirties sat on both sides of a business table. In the end, the older man won.
Old Xiong walked to the side with square steps and made a phone call, asking his boss what to buy for the evening.
Sanpang came over and patted Wei Qian on the shoulder: "Young man, let's go."
Wei Qian shook off his bear's paw: "Get out, stop talking sarcastic."
Bitter and heavy snow flooded the whole city. The cheerful Sanpang and the preoccupied Wei Qian were like a pair of mindless and unhappy. They walked home with two bags of various ingredients and vegetables for hot pot.
On the way, Sanpang asked Wei Qian: "Didn't you dream of being a scientist in a lab with a white coat? Why didn't you take the postgraduate entrance examination this year?"
Wei Qian seemed to be thinking about other things, he was stunned when he heard this: "Did I say that?"
San Pang: "You are a mouse, you forget it when you put your claws down, right?"
Wei Qianzai recalled it carefully, with a self-deprecating expression on his face as gloomy as the sky: "When I was a child, I was an idiot, and I thought I could become a scientist after I went to university. Now I realize my mistake and I am working hard to correct it."
Sanpang couldn't explain why, and asked a little expectantly: "Work hard to correct technical problems and move towards the goal?"
Wei Qian smiled lightly, and let out a breath of white air: "Try hard to correct the course and stay away from the impossible place like Utopia—I still don't believe it, I have to finish this project."
It's a pastime, if Song Xiaobao can be as worry-free as Wei Zhiyuan, let alone she wants to dance as a pastime, even if she plays bungee jumping all day long, Wei Qian doesn't care.
But it can't work now, Song Xiaobao is playing with things and losing his mind, absolutely playing with things and losing his mind!
Wei Qian critically looked at Xiao Bao who didn't dare to lift his head in front of him. It was really not pleasing to look at - it was winter, and Xiao Bao was wearing a red sweater and short plaid shorts that Wei Qian thought were neither fish nor fowl. She wore a skirt, a small face that became more and more fair, long satin-like hair draped over her shoulders, she refused to comb it up for the sake of beauty, when she smiled, her thin eyebrows and eyes began to look charming, and her standard oval face had red lips and white teeth.
A girl in her twenties and eight years has a kind of eye-catching beauty that is about to bloom.
Wei Qian didn't appreciate it at all. He felt that a good girl should have short hair, and should wear an ill-fitting school uniform, trouser legs that were clearly growing out, and a coat that drooped to the knees.
It seems that only the simplicity and ugliness with indistinguishable gender, long waist and short legs are the appearance of a decent person.
He unconsciously thought of the girl he met at Mrs. Xiong's that day. The beauty of a pure woman made him feel sick. He associated that beauty with bad, unclean, and dusty things. When Xiaobao was on him, Wei Qian began to feel some kind of crisis.
He felt that Xiaobao had grown beyond his psychological safety, and he was out of the circle.
The fiery red hem of the clothes and the deliberately protruding small breasts made Wei Qian feel that the pure land in his heart had been polluted. The shameful and secret memory was accompanied by anger, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose from five points to ten points.
The angrier Wei Qian became, the calmer his expression became. He glanced at Xiao Bao with his dark eyes, and said lightly, "Are you on vacation?"
Little Treasure nodded because he didn't know.
Who knew that the next sentence would be her bolt from the blue.
Wei Qian said: "Tomorrow is just free, so I'll take you to get your hair cut."
"Am I being too indulgent with you?" Wei Qian looked at her attire and made up for it, "Look at what you're wearing? What do you look like? Do you look like a student?"
Song Xiaobao's mind went blank and he was speechless.
Mrs. Song was finally completely caught in the middle. On the one hand, as an elder, she also hoped that Xiaobao would have a future and could understand Wei Qian's autocracy and unreasonableness. On the other hand, as a woman, she could also understand that her granddaughter loves beauty Mood.
"Then her brother," Mrs. Song couldn't help but say something for Xiao Bao, "Let's keep the hair? They seem to be going to perform during the Chinese New Year. It is said that there will be a TV station."
"Dancing?" Wei Qian's cold words finally shattered all of Song Xiaobao's hopes, "How can you still have the face to dance after reading like this? I will hire you a tutor during the winter vacation, don't go anywhere, just stay at home .”
He has a lot of prestige at home, Song Xiaobao actually only dared to catch him acting like a baby when he was in a good mood, and he would hardly contradict him, but for a girl of this age, cutting off her hair is already a torture that is worse than death. Keeping her from dancing is as serious as ruining her entire "career" and imprisoning her completely.
So Song Xiaobao broke out like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who rebelled against the feudal patriarchs: "You are unreasonable at all! You can do whatever you say, you are the great dictator, you are Napoleon, you are Hitler!"
It's hard for her to name a few historical figures, and she knew that she was an inexperienced person in school, let alone Hitler, but what about Napoleon? Wei Qian didn't know whether she scolded him or praised him. So he said even more determinedly: "Yes, I just have the final say."
Song Xiaobao saw that there was no turning point in the matter, and immediately snarled: "I won't cut it! I won't cut it! Cut my hair, and I'll show you to death!"
Wei Qian leaned on the sofa and looked at her coolly: "Show me death? Okay, I'll see, you are dead."
If Comrade Song Xiaobao really had the habit of pissing to die, she would have already become a top student with such a poor homework in junior high school, so why would she need to dance with him here
Little Treasure learned how to cry, make trouble, and hang himself three times. I think grandma was a senior shrew back then. If Wei Qian hadn’t prevented her younger sister from throwing a mouse, she would have been invincible as a juvenile version of the big brother—not to mention that Xiaobao only learned He was half-baked, but now the elder brother is no longer what he used to be, and he has cultivated to become a master.
Mrs. Song couldn't help it, she couldn't bear to watch, she didn't want to look, she turned silently and went to the kitchen to clean up.
Wei Zhiyuan pretended to be dead, and kept silent as if he didn't exist from the beginning to the end.
Seeing that there was no hope, Song Xiaobao finally burst into tears.
Her hair is so beautiful that everyone will praise her when she sees her. She tried her best to stand out from the crowd of disgraced elementary school students, but before she had time to feel good about herself, she was trampled on mercilessly by her elder brother.
No matter what, at this moment, Song Xiaobao hated this cold-faced and cold-hearted elder brother.
So she said without any scruples: "I know, you just don't like me! You always favor the second brother in everything. Since childhood, he has always had more pocket money than me! You even secretly bought him a computer! You What did you give me? You didn't even show me a good face!"
Wei Qian almost made her angry.
Not to mention which one is his own, even if they are all his own, the older brother will love the younger sister more.
Wei Qian finally calmed down a bit, and patiently reasoned with her: "I'm biased? Xiaoyuan skipped two grades, was exempted from the key points, and got the first grade in the exam. He never spends money recklessly, and never goes out to mess around during holidays." Run, even if you compare with him, you should be more ambitious, okay? You"
It was rare for him to be so reasonable, but Song Xiaobaogen couldn't listen.
"You're biased!" she screamed. "I'm your real sister! I know why you don't like me! Don't you hate me because of your mother?"
Wei Qian's temples began to throb.
And Song Xiaobao still didn't know what was good or bad, and jumped up and down: "You hate mom, and you will continue to hate me after mom dies! If you think she is ashamed, I will definitely be ashamed! I don't learn how to do it well, because you don't think so at all. I can't learn at all! My mother is a chicken, and the chicken's daughter is "
Wei Qian has already greeted him with a slap in the face.
His slap came whistling with a fierce wind, Song Xiaobao's mind went blank, he didn't know how to hide, but this slap didn't hit her face, because Wei Zhiyuan, who was pretending to be dead, finally came out to stop her.
He hugged Wei Qian's waist from the side, dragged him back, pressed his feet on the sofa, turned his head and glared at Song Xiaobao mournfully, "Shut up yet! "
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