Wei Qian was so angry that Song Xiaobao's ears rang, and his whole body went limp. Wei Zhiyuan was pressing on top of him, and he struggled twice, but he couldn't break free.
The old lady Song in the kitchen hastily threw down the broom and walked in quickly. Seeing this situation, she was really afraid that Wei Qian would start with Xiaobao carelessly, and hurriedly protected the calf in a cunning and subtle way—herself First, he slapped Xiaobao lightly on the back, and blamed him: "Why are you talking to your brother? Are you crazy?"
Song Xiaobao stiffened his neck, still wanting to show that he was tough and uncompromising, but tears started pouring down.
Mrs. Song sighed, and in the vortex of family conflicts—between Wei Qian and Xiaobao, she said with an attitude of presiding over the overall situation: "If you want me to say, Xiaobao, it's all your fault, your brother said Are you wrong? You are young now, you don’t go to school well, what are you going to do in the future? Going to the vegetable market with me is nothing but change, and you are still a middle school student, alas!”
Little Treasure wiped away tears fiercely: "It's not about counting change that middle school students learn!"
With her unique purely illiterate perspective, Mrs. Song retorted confidently: "Fart! Our village party secretary is a middle school student, and he was very good at making calculations back then."
After the old lady's unreasonable disturbance, Wei Qian's throbbing head finally calmed down a bit. He raised his head back and stared at the ceiling for a while, then took a deep breath, calmed down his tone, and said to Wei Zhiyuan :"let me go."
Wei Zhiyuan kept suppressing him, feeling his violent heartbeat finally calmed down little by little, and then slowly let go of the hand that was holding his wrist, but when he looked down, he found that his elder brother's wrist had been pinched red by himself. .
Wei Zhiyuan quickly held it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it with his fingertips: "Brother, Xiaobao is sensible when you are not around, she is just acting like a baby with you, you see, that girl is about to cry like a Meng Jiangnu, don't be angry gone."
The old lady Song on the side nodded repeatedly, and at the same time thought wryly, this is the difference between educated and uneducated, why can't she say such pleasing words
Granny Song quickly chimed in and said, "That's right, her brother, please speak up if you have something to say."
Wei Qian hadn't learned what it means to "speak well" since he was born in his mother's womb. At this moment, he didn't want to talk any more, and he felt a kind of exhaustion that was almost starving and cold. Although he didn't want to eat anything, the heater was warm enough.
Wei Qian got up slowly, his chest was aching, he didn't seem to be bothered to look at Song Xiaobao again, he passed her, turned back to his room, and slammed the door behind him.
After a crisis was over, Mrs. Song turned her head and glared at Xiao Bao, and scolded in a low voice: "You're still crying! What can you be wronged about? Are you looking for a beating?"
Song Xiaobao yelled at her in a loud voice: "I won't cut my hair! I won't cut it!"
Wei Zhiyuan glanced at her in disbelief, not to mention the two hairs on his head, as long as the eldest brother said something, it would be fine to shave his head and hang it in the living room as a light bulb.
Song Xiaobao keenly read the fact that she had no allies in the eyes of the two of them. For a moment, she felt like a small boat in the vast universe, like a small boat in the sea of stars, and the loneliness of traveling alone without a shore made her heartbroken. . Xiaobao sat down on the sofa, crying heartbroken to herself—she was about to say goodbye to her beloved Changsheng.
It's a pity that no one can comprehend her girl's sorrow.
Mrs. Song didn't want to watch her play childish temper, so she continued to clean the kitchen, while Wei Zhiyuan went back to his room silently, busy reminiscing about the full arms that he hugged just now in a hurry. After Wei Zhiyuan understood what he wanted, He no longer restrained himself, and began to let his imagination run wild. The fantasy seemed to build a world for him. Sitting in it for a while often, Wei Zhiyuan could always get enough comfort and peace.
That bit of youthful sentimentality that is unique to young people, like a spring in March, is broad, and even the inherent paranoia and coldness in his nature have been diluted a lot.
After Song Xiaobao faced the horrific violence of her elder brother, she was ignored by the whole family. She thought angrily, "I dare say he treats you all well, but I just hate me."
Just at the snap of her fingers, the two abnormal circuits in Song Xiaobao's mind were connected together incoherently, a short-circuit spark "cracked", and she decided to run away from home.
After leaving, the sea and the sky will be brighter from now on, no one will force her to go to school to do her homework, no one will force her to wear ugly school uniforms, and no one will force her to cut her hair in front of her ears.
Song Xiaobao is like the freedom fighters who have been fighting against their fathers generation after generation for thousands of years. She showed her rare action power, which is rare in a century, and put this idea with sparks into practice.
Generally, Mrs. Song is the one who wakes up the earliest in the morning. Although Wei Qian told her not to do heavy work, she has been a working woman all her life. Enjoying the blessings is a skill she can't learn, so she still insists on selling tea eggs every morning. and boiled corn.
The second one to get up was Wei Qian. Wei Qian didn't feel relaxed after he went to university. The class schedule of science and engineering was not easy for him. It's a holiday, although I don't have to go to school, but he caught up with the old bear because of the project, so I need to get up early to prepare, and there is still a tough battle to fight in the morning meeting.
As for Wei Zhiyuan, their teacher was already crazy. In one winter vacation, Wei Zhiyuan and the others would have three days off at the 30th and the first and second day of junior high school. The rest of the time was spent in class and training. There were no weekends and holidays. Wei Zhiyuan basically got up and left, and took his breakfast to eat on the way.
Due to the above reasons, none of the three people went out after 7:30 in the morning, which was too early, so no one went to wake Song Xiaobao up.
But on this day, Wei Qian, who was the last one to leave, locked the door behind him. He was so angry that he really didn't intend to let Xiaobao run outside like a big wild horse all day.
But he didn't know that his behavior was unnecessary, and he didn't know that Song Xiaobao was no longer at home.
In the middle of the night before, the more Song Xiaobao thought about it, the more he couldn't think about it, so in the dead of night, she emptied out all the pocket money she had accumulated, a total of two hundred and eighty-five cents—since the pocket money might be deducted for one or two small mistakes at any time, Song Xiaobao I'm used to keeping food reserves for myself like a little hamster.
As for the usual expenses, most of what she spent was obtained from Wei Zhiyuan.
Xiaobao put on the warmest clothes outside, stuffed a few changes of clothes in the bag, brought her favorite hair flower and hair pins, packed the water bottle and a bag of buns, and thought she was ready fully gone.
For half a day in the morning, the busy family was stunned, but no one noticed.
Wei Qian was still torturing the old bear with no other focus. Early in the morning, he laid out the operation mode of the whole project in front of the old bear in detail. The printed one was half a centimeter thick. How did the time come out.
This is the prelude to being obsessed with ghosts. Old Xiong said helplessly: "You are really a bastard who eats weights. Are you determined?"
"I've written the solutions to the few questions you asked me that day." Wei Qian didn't tease him, and simply confessed, picked up the glass and drank half of the water in one gulp—I don't know if he caught a cold, Still getting angry at Xiaobao, he woke up early in the morning and felt that his throat was very uncomfortable, and the saliva in his throat hurt, like a precursor to inflammation.
Old Xiong sighed and took over his plan, feeling that he was sitting opposite a living creditor who wanted to pay.
He flipped through it briefly, and was quite amazed. Lao Xiong had hired some young people who were about the same age as Wei Qian, and many of them were whimsical, but they really were not as bold as this guy together.
The old bear moved his buttocks and sat upright, coughed dryly, and put on a business-like face: "Without considering the actual operability, some places are indeed insightful and creative. But which young man running all over the street There is no lack of creativity. I don’t need a plan of “how bold the people are and how productive the land is”. The dumplings stuffed with saccharin are unprecedented, right? Can you try to cook a pot and sell it on the street? Take this thing and convince not me."
Wei Qian looked at him, and said flatly, "I've never been imaginative, I'll do whatever I can."
The old bear stared at Wei Qian's eyes, the man's eyes were as gentle as ever, but always hidden in the eyes. Wei Qian refused to give an inch, and said word by word: "As long as I want, even if it is the moon in the sky, I will eat it as a moon cake, believe it or not?"
On the surface, Old Xiong remained calm, but in his heart he felt that this was really something that a kid like Wei Qian could say, and based on what Old Xiong had known about him in the past few years, he might really be able to do it.
For a short while, the old bear was almost infected by Wei Qian's gamble, probably a courageous and determined person can ignite with the blood of others.
However, it is only "almost" after all.
Old Xiong sighed in his heart: After all, he is young.
Men in their 30s and 40s are still full of vigor in their careers. They are energetic, young and vigorous, and their ambitions will reach the peak of their lives as their conditions mature. But it is impossible to find it again.
Old Xiong can hardly remember what it was like when he was ten years younger. When he looked at Wei Qian, he began to suspect that he was old.
This kid, how come to this point, can he still struggle like he has nothing
Maybe Wei Qian is either Jingshang still thinks he has "nothing", or he is born a lunatic like a gambler.
Don't care how many glorious years flashed through Old Xiong's heart, but his dull and honest face like a fat fish never showed any clues. Old Xiong crossed his fingers, put them on the table, and asked Wei Qian word by word: "What's the matter?" Okay, let me discuss the last question with you, 30 million, I can’t bear the financial risk now. If I bring you the money, what should you do if you can’t get the project? You can’t get the project approved, can’t get it If you don't have any guarantee, no one will dare to do the 'crossing the bridge' note for you. At that time, just the interest on this money will be used, at least 10,000 a day. What reason do I have to bear this capital cost for you?"
Wei Qian said without blinking: "I have a family, and I can't move the house. For the rest, I can scrape together a small two hundred thousand for you from my savings over the past few years. If you agree, I will pay for it overnight tonight." In the past, after 20 days, I would give you roughly the same result as to whether it will be successful or not. If there is really no drama at all, I will sell everything and return the money to you."
Old Xiong shook his head and smiled: "Small the pot and sell the iron, but you haven't sold the house yet, so you are not a desperado."
Wei Qian: "Do you agree?"
The old bear thought for a moment, maybe the young man awakened his youthful blood, maybe he was moved by Wei Qian's assurance to him, the old bear finally gave in: "Well, I will try to get you some money these two days. , but even if we ask our old man as a guarantee, it will take about twenty days or one month. In total, I will give you one and a half months. Not to mention planning permission, you must at least give me a land use agreement with the government. Then I will go all out this time, and tell you two hundred and fifty-one times, how about it?"
Wei Qian's eyes lit up instantly.
Old Xiong was afraid that he would get carried away, so he knocked on the table: "But the ugly words are up front, my brother will settle the score, if you really can't get it, come back as soon as possible and pay me for it, do you hear me?"
Wei Qian smiled for the first time in a whole day, and then he felt that his throat was dry and sore, and before the smile could spread, he was blocked by coughing.
At this moment, the phone in Wei Qian's pocket rang suddenly. He looked down to see the caller ID, and it turned out that he was calling from home.
Wei Qian sighed a little tiredly. He didn't know what happened to Song Xiaobao again. For a while, even his temples became tense. He quickly drank a few mouthfuls of warm water to suppress his cough, and then answered: "Hello!"
On the other end of the phone, it wasn't Song Xiaobao who came here specifically to find trouble. Wei Qian heard Mrs. Song's trembling voice: "Her brother, were you the last one to go out and lock the door?"
Wei Qian: "Well, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Song: "Xiaobao is gone!"
Wei Qian: "What?"
He no longer cared about arguing about whether it was fat or lean, and whether it was a gamble or a well-designed competition. The snow that had disappeared outside the window suddenly fell, and Wei Qian's chaotic mind only had one question-
In this cold day, where can Xiaobao go? Does she have money? Do you have enough clothes? what does she eat What to drink
When Wei Qian rushed out of Old Xiong's office like a soulless man, he bumped into Mrs. Xiong who was bringing food to Mr. Xiong. Sister-in-law Xiong looked at his reincarnated pace inexplicably, and asked for no reason: " Is his house on fire?"
Old Xiong stretched out his hand to pinch a dumpling from the lunch box, vividly interpreting what a "slow person" is, chewed it calmly and swallowed it before answering: "No, the little girl ran away from home."
After hearing this, Mrs. Xiong widened her almond-shaped eyes, raised her palm and slapped the old bear with a dark cloud: "Then what are you going to eat? Are you dying? Find someone to help you find it!"
The old bear was almost choked to death by the lightning-like attack that day, so he slumped on the table and beat his chest desperately for a long time.
Looking at his wife's face, he had no choice but to obey the imperial decree, and with an empty stomach, he followed his hot-tempered sister-in-law Xiong on the saddle to help find the teenagers who had run away from home—he had met Xiaobao a few times , Knowing what kind of heartless character that little girl is, I don't think she can go far at all.
Who hasn't run away from home when they were young and frivolous? When the money is spent, it will come back naturally, so why worry.
When Wei Zhiyuan got the news, he took half a day off temporarily and came back, opened Xiaobao's piggy bank, took a look inside and asserted, "She took more than 200 yuan with her."
Mrs. Song: "Where did she get so much money?"
Wei Zhiyuan glanced at her: "I want it from me."
Mrs. Song went to the doctor in a hurry, catching whoever she could and complaining, and slapped her thigh, almost crying: "You will give it to her if she asks you? What are you doing with her? It's not hurting her, it's her. It hurt her!"
"Okay! Don't make trouble." Wei Qian walked out of Xiaobao's house, stopped Mrs. Song, took out the phone and said to San Pang on the other end, "She should be wearing a white down jacket. Carrying a bag? What kind of bag is it? Bag"
He frowned when he said this, his temples became tighter and tighter, his head hurt more and more, Wei Qian pinched his brows hard.
Wei Zhiyuan gently mentioned him beside him: "Orange backpack, with a Mickey Mouse head hanging on the zipper."
Wei Qian quickly repeated his words, and then hung up the phone: "I'll go out and look around again."
Granny Song immediately jumped up: "I'm going too!"
Wei Qian ignored her, had already slammed the door and left.
Wei Zhiyuan quickly put on his coat, and said to Mrs. Song: "Don't follow, it's snowing heavily outside, if you slip or fall, it will make more chaos then, I'll go and have a look."
Granny Song really listened to him.
This is the second time, and she is used to it—when everyone is in a hurry, Wei Zhiyuan maintains his usual calmness unusually. Mrs. Song still doesn't know whether he is a bit slow, or just naturally cold-blooded, getting along day and night There is no deep feeling.
She doesn't know what can touch Wei Zhiyuan. From this point of view, it seems that there is nothing, he just knows what to do at any time.
The snow melted when it touched people's faces, and the people passing through the heavy snow were quickly drenched. When Wei Zhiyuan caught up with Wei Qian, he felt that his cheeks were abnormally red.
Wei Zhiyuan hurried up and said to him: "Her quilt is tidy. I guess it is unlikely that she folded it on purpose before leaving. It should be that she didn't sleep last night and left in the middle of the night. Last night it was around ten degrees below zero, and the dripping water turned into ice when she came out. It is impossible for her to hang out outside, most likely she called a car and found a place to live brother, are you sick?"
Wei Qian shook his head: "Where can she live?"
Wei Zhiyuan frowned, thought for a few seconds, and said clearly: "Xiaobao is not very courageous. The possibility of going to a strange place in the middle of the night is very small. It was already so late yesterday, and it is impossible for her to run to her classmate's house. School It should not be possible near the nearby school, she just quarreled with you because of her grades, she probably doesn't want to go to school, why don't we go and look around where she rehearses?"
Wei Qian froze, with a splitting headache.
He opened his mouth, wanting to ask Xiaobao where the rehearsal was, but he couldn't say it.
Wei Qian thought in a daze, how much he neglected his little girl, he didn't even know what she liked to play, who she liked to be with, where she liked to do and what to do.
What was he doing all day long
"I know the place," Wei Zhiyuan observed his words and immediately understood what he was thinking, and quickly added, "It's in the dance classroom of the Children's Activity Center in the city center. I'll take you there."
It was not even easy to take a car in the snowy day. After finally waiting for one, the two quickly stopped it.
Unexpectedly, halfway and somehow, there was an open-air parking lot ahead, and it was impossible to drive through.
Wei Qian turned around and asked, "How far is it?"
Wei Zhiyuan said, "It's around the same place."
Wei Qian paid the car directly, and ran all the way in the ice and snow.
Wei Zhiyuan quickly followed, but he still felt that Wei Qian's expression was not normal, so he ran after him and took off the scarf, and hung it around Wei Qian's neck.
The two walked in the heavy snow for an unknown amount of time, and their exposed skin was almost numb from the cold.
Then they saw the source of the traffic jam. There seemed to be a car accident at the intersection. There were several police cars around, and a large group of people had already surrounded them.
Wei Qian was about to push through the crowd and walk over, when suddenly, a few words from a passer-by entered his ears.
"The little girl is not old yet." Someone said, "Sin, why don't you drive slowly when it's snowing so heavily?"
Wei Qian's scalp exploded immediately, and a vicious coolness crawled up his spine.
He didn't know how he asked, but when he realized it, he had already heard his own voice that seemed to come from someone else's mouth.
"What little girl?"
"I bumped into a little girl at the intersection just now, she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the blood was bleeding so badly, I guess it was enough."
Another person turned around and described to him with gestures: "Well, the traffic light here has been broken for several days, and no one has repaired it, and it's snowing so heavily. Just now I just watched a man in white little girl in clothes"
Wei Qian could no longer hear the words clearly, he felt that someone hit his chest with a hammer, the sternum supporting him was broken, and his internal organs were almost twisted to pieces.
There was a whirlwind.
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