However, even though all five were burned, Wei Qian just swayed imperceptibly, so small that no one noticed except Wei Zhiyuan.
Wei Zhiyuan grabbed his hand and felt his hand was hot, he was startled: "Brother, you"
Wei Qian turned a deaf ear, shook off his hand, and strode towards the crowd.
Even if what was waiting for him on the ground was really a battered corpse, he had to see it clearly with his own eyes.
Just as Wei Zhiyuan was about to raise his foot to catch up, he suddenly heard someone calling him in the distance: "Qian'er! Xiaoyuan!"
Wei Zhiyuan looked back, and saw that the old Xiong's car was parked not far away, there were too many people, they couldn't get through, the car door was open, Mrs. Xiong was jumping and calling for people with an umbrella, and the man next to her , it was Song Xiaobao who didn't dare to lift his head.
That's right—Wei Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, he realized that he had actually forgotten about this—what kind of folk expert could see Song Xiaobao's real age with a keen eye when he saw Song Xiaobao at the first time
Wei Zhiyuan took two quick steps and grabbed Wei Qian's arm, dragged him out of the crowd, turned around by his shoulders: "Brother, don't worry, Xiaobao is found, over there."
Wei Qian glanced at his fingers, and after a while, his body tensed like a bow suddenly relaxed, and Wei Qian couldn't help but staggered half a step to the side.
Then he stabilized himself, with no expression on his face, neither happy nor angry, but belatedly realized that his whole body was drenched in cold sweat and snow.
He shivered solidly.
Sister-in-law Xiong is a bluffing and warm-hearted person. As soon as she heard about it, she mobilized many friends to help pay attention. Coincidentally, one of her best friends happens to be a choir tutor in the youth activity center in her spare time. Xiaobao's clothes are very bright, The teacher just saw it and was impressed, so the old Xiong and his wife drove over to try their luck.
In fact, this classmate Song Xiaobao has been cowardly since he was a child, and he is a good seed of a traitor and traitor in his bones. It is rare for him to be passionate and capable of such a feat.
However, majesty and majesty have always been like a flash in the pan in her life. When the cold wind blows her blood, she immediately regrets it. Xiaobao's first reaction at that time was to sneak home at night, pretending that this incident never happened , As a result, I touched my pocket and found that I came out too quickly and forgot to bring the key.
The key, this playful little thing, was born to defeat her.
It is conceivable that at this time when she comes home and knocks on the door and wakes everyone up, her intention to run away from home will definitely be exposed. At that time, the eldest brother will definitely skin her alive. I am afraid that even grandma will not be able to save her. My life is over.
Thinking of such a bloody and violent scene, Song Xiaobao's liver trembled. In the end, she had no choice but to give up, as if forced to go to Liangshan, bite the bullet and continue her great cause of running away from home.
She ran to a small hotel near the Youth Activity Center, trying to make do with a night's stay, but next door was a pair of determined wild mandarin ducks who braved the severe cold to open a room. Determined to fight, the bed board creaked all night. The sound insulation of the small hotel is not good, and Xiaobao didn't fall asleep all night.
In such a harsh environment, Song Xiaobao's instinct of forgetting to eat and not to eat came out, and her grievances that were full of June snow, which was comparable to Dou E's, disappeared in the sound of the bed calling next door, and she began to feel frightened.
When Old Xiong and the others found her, Xiaobao was walking around the stadium behind the Children's Activity Center helplessly.
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Old Xiong pointed at her triumphantly and said to his wife, "Look, I said I can't lose it, right?"
When Wei Qian passed by, Sister-in-Law Xiong, who had already asked what happened, was training Xiaobao: "You little girl, why are you so courageous? If you run out because of such a trivial matter, what if you encounter bad people? What if you don't have enough money?" What to do? What if there is an accident? Kill your brother to death?"
Xiao Bao picked at his fingers, saw Wei Qian approaching, raised his head to look at him nervously, then quickly lowered his head in a gesture of repentance, his ten fingers mingled together like plasticine.
Old Xiong pulled out a towel from nowhere and gave it to the embarrassed brothers: "Hey, these two drowned chickens, wipe them off quickly."
Seeing Wei Qian, Mrs. Xiong insisted on the principle of hitting 50 boards each, and didn't go around him: "You, is there someone like you who is an older brother? Cut the little sister's hair, why don't you take a knife to her face?" Draw a line? What’s wrong with our dancing? The dancing is inferior? The beauty of the world is presented by those of us who are not, doing, doing, or doing. , might become such an annoying old stubborn."
The old Xiong couldn't bear to give her a hand: "Hurry up, you are everywhere, why do you have such a desire to speak? You should save your words, and when I have a good career, I will let you go to the United Nations General Assembly Let's go, okay?"
Wei Qian didn't know whether he had nothing to say or couldn't say anything, so he didn't respond, but raised the corners of his mouth a bit stiffly, smiled at Sister-in-law Xiong, and said softly, "Thank you, sister-in-law."
Mrs. Xiong, who originally wanted to suppress Old Xiong for three hundred rounds over the right to speak, was inexplicably speechless by his smile, so she shut up embarrassingly.
Along the way, Wei Qian didn't say a word, Xiaobao looked at his ugly face, feeling more and more anxious.
Old Xiong notified San Pang and the others, and drove them home before leaving.
As a result, as soon as Xiaobao pushed the door and went in, he was met with an outburst by Mrs. Song.
The night before, Mrs. Song was afraid that Wei Qian would beat her, and she was still using all kinds of small means to protect her. Today, she rolled up her arms and sleeves and went to bed by herself.
When the old lady received the notice that "the person has been found", her hanging heart fell to the ground with a bang, and she quickly said a few words of blessings from the Bodhisattva.
Thanks Bodhisattva, she took the broom at the door and got ready for women's singles. After Xiaobao said "Grandma" for the first time, Mrs. Song swung the broomstick round and beat her head and face like a fly. gave her a meal.
Whenever Mrs. Song wants to do something, she has to fly like a dog, and there must be enough space for her to play.
Wei Zhiyuan and Wei Qian consciously stayed away from the battle circle and stayed against the wall.
Wei Zhiyuan was still wondering why his elder brother didn't stop him, when suddenly, a heavy weight fell on his shoulder, and Wei Qian put one hand on it.
"Help me." Wei Qian's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. His eyelids seemed to be glued together, and he struggled to open a gap, but he couldn't see anything. The cold sweat on the forehead kept flowing down the bridge of the nose, and he couldn't even catch his breath.
Before Wei Zhiyuan could stretch out his hand, Wei Qian's knees went limp, he wobbled and fell headfirst.
Wei Zhiyuan scooped him up, and he could feel the heat of his body as if burning coals through the thick winter clothes.
Mrs. Song was taken aback, and quickly dropped the broom, and ran over yelling: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
Wei Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and tried it on Wei Qian's forehead. Well, it's ready to cook eggs. He immediately bent down and picked up the unconscious Wei Qian: "I have a fever, grandma, get the thermometer and the regular medicine."
Mrs. Song responded, and turned her head to see Xiaobao still at a loss, and immediately became angry: "What are you looking at? It's not all your fault! It's all your anger."
Wei Zhiyuan hissed her: "Don't make noise."
The old lady Song obeyed his instructions inexplicably, and she did not know when she started to trust this half-child just like she believed in Wei Qian back then.
Wei Zhiyuan carried Wei Qian into his bedroom, sent Xiaobao and grandma around, took off Wei Qian's damp coat, and poured hot water to feed him medicine.
At this time, Wei Qian had already woken up from a brief coma.
He pushed Wei Zhiyuan first: "It may be a cold, stay away from me, and you will be infected."
Wei Zhiyuan was pushed away, and then came over untouched.
The boy didn't argue with him, just stared at him to take the medicine, and then added another layer of quilt on him, carefully pressing down the corners of the quilt.
At this time, someone knocked on the door cautiously outside, and one knew it was Xiaobao - Mrs. Song couldn't learn to knock on the door, she usually smashed it.
Wei Zhiyuan asked Wei Qian for instructions with his eyes, Wei Qian turned his face away without saying a word, and closed his eyes at the same time, as if he had fallen asleep at the speed of light, Wei Zhiyuan smiled and understood what he meant.
Xiaobao looked at Wei Zhiyuan who came to answer the door at the door. At this time, the height gap between the two people had reached the point where it made people hairy. If they were very close, Xiaobao had to raise his neck to see Wei Zhiyuan's face. She was like A sunflower that had been wilted by the sun looked up at Wei Zhiyuan, still whimpering.
Wei Zhiyuan stretched out an index finger to his mouth: "Take the medicine and sleep, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Through the dim teary eyes, Xiaobao felt that there was something very unpredictable in his eyes, and she couldn't tell what it was with her IQ and experience, and she had no choice but to nod obediently, and walked away step by step.
Wei Zhiyuan dismissed her, closed the door again, moved a chair, took a book, and sat by the bed to watch over Wei Qian.
After a while, the sleeping ingredients in the medicine took effect, and Wei Qian really fell asleep.
The open book in Wei Zhiyuan's hand did not go down a page, so he simply put the book aside, put his fingers together, and stared at Wei Qian unscrupulously.
In such unusual stillness and tranquility, he suddenly found himself understanding the silence of his eldest brother at home.
Personally, Wei Qian is by no means a particularly quiet and introverted character, otherwise he would have been annoyed by San Pang's snarky talk, and it would be impossible for him to get along with him. It's quite poisonous, but he's a little bit stingy with his words to his family.
He never confides at home, or even communicates very much. It seems that someone talking in his ear can make him feel noisy.
why
Wei Zhiyuan watched Wei Qian's sweaty face gradually covered by the heavy quilt, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to brush away the sweaty strands of hair on his forehead - the young man figured it out, because it was the elder brother's unique way of escaping and cooperating. weak way.
Wei Zhiyuan traced Wei Qian's outline with his eyes, thinking in his heart that when this person is younger, weaker, and helpless, he will carry a family behind his back. Although he doesn't say a word, he really will Without resentment
Can he really be calm all the time, without complaint or regret
How can it be? He is not a stone.
This man, everything he longed for in his life hurt him deeply.
And all the things he hated in his life haunted him in his dreams.
He is like a handful of tree buds squeezed in the crevices of the rock for billions of years, crumbling, distorted in description, but lush.
Wei Zhiyuan knows that his personality is not very sound, he lacks the ability to sympathize, this lack is not adult-like, tempered cruelty, but that he doesn't know how to sympathize most of the time.
Whenever Xiaobao and Mrs. Song cried to death over the bitter drama, he felt incomprehensible.
It has nothing to do with age, and it has nothing to do with intelligence—very young children are affected by the emotions of adults around them, and even puppies have animal ways of comforting crying strangers.
Wei Zhiyuan found it difficult to feel the emotions of others, and it was even more difficult to establish an emotional connection with others. Most of the time, he used a certain degree of gregarious camouflage in order to blend into the environment.
Only big brother is different.
Wei Zhiyuan pondered what Wei Qian felt in his heart, like a child who pried open the roof of the hall to peek, feeling that precious emotional connection.
All the real joys, sorrows, strengths and cowardices about a person whom he had worshiped as Ming when he was young.
Like a piece of transparent soul lying in front of him, Wei Zhiyuan even felt that his heart was about to melt.
When Wei Qian woke up the next day, he found himself lying in Wei Zhiyuan's arms.
Probably because he unconsciously tried to kick the quilt while he was asleep, Wei Zhiyuan simply hugged him together with the quilt.
It's nothing, they lived together since they were young, but the moment Wei Qian opened his eyes, Wei Qian still felt a little awkward for no reason.
Wei Zhiyuan's sense of presence is too strong.
He took up half of the bed, and immediately squeezed the spacious space, with his hands and feet wrapped around himself. Wei Qian felt that he was too caring, but he was like an animal, and his territory was in danger of being invaded. feel.
Taking his temperature again in the morning, Wei Qian's fever has turned from a high fever to a low fever.
Granny Song pressed Xiaobao to come in to apologize. Xiaobao probably didn't sleep well all night, his eyes were red like a bunny, and he looked at Wei Qian helplessly, expressing his sinfulness in an inexpressive way.
Wei Qian also didn't mention the matter of cutting his hair and quitting the dance team anymore, and this matter was exposed in such a muddle-headed manner.
In front of close relatives, the principles and bottom lines are all made of paper, and will rot into scum when the wind blows. In the end, it seems that there is nothing left but muddling and muddling along.
At noon, Mrs. Xiong came to the Three Treasures Hall without incident. She took a fancy to Xiaobao's aptitude and wanted to take it back to teach herself.
Wei Qian didn't stop him either, he got up and dealt with Mrs. Xiong with a few words, thanked him, and turned a blind eye to Song Xiaobao.
Wei Zhiyuan watched coldly, and couldn't help but think: one day, will you tolerate me like this without any bottom line
In the afternoon, Wei Qian asked Wei Zhiyuan to go to class, but this boy gave him a low eyebrow and said "yes" every sentence, that is, he was obedient and contradictory at the same time, ignoring his opinion.
Wei Qian coughed twice: "Did you hear that?"
"Well, I got it—hey, brother, I'll show you this." Wei Zhiyuan was like a mentally handicapped child who couldn't understand human speech. There is a small game inside, "This is an assignment I handed in recently. It's not all original. I borrowed a bit from the game 'Sokoban' and improved it. It's fun for you to play."
Wei Qian said angrily: "Push your head."
Half an hour later, he lay on the bed and played this mentally handicapped game of "push the head".
Wei Zhiyuan was doing his homework steadily in his bedroom, and occasionally came over to bother him, such as forcing him to drink water, forcing him to cover the second layer of quilt that had been lifted off.
Unprecedentedly, Wei Qian felt the fact that "this kid has grown so big without knowing it", and was a little uncomfortable, but this discomfort was quickly attracted by Wei Zhiyuan's little game.
The game design is very good, the beginning is very step-by-step, and it makes people accumulate a sense of accomplishment bit by bit. At the beginning, there is only one button in each level, and you can pass it after unlocking it. In the middle and late stages, there are seven or eight buttons in each level, giving you a sense of challenge And the accumulation of a sense of accomplishment leads people to become addicted step by step.
In the later stage, Wei Qian found that his villain had been trapped in the middle of a large formation that was as dizzying as a spider web.
Wei Qian was stuck at the last level, and he couldn't beat it even if he died. After he failed countless times, he began to suspect that there was a problem with the program, and he couldn't get out at all.
The two brothers, like two children, argued for a while whether a certain player was too stupid or the game itself had a design problem.
In the end, Wei Zhiyuan squeezed beside him, and showed him step by step how to achieve 18 chains in this insane level. Then he looked at Wei Qian with a bit of complacency, showing off like a little peacock, and said, "I'm smart." Bar?"
"Cut, it's something to amuse children." Wei Qian pushed the computer away as he spoke, as if he was not the one who was hugging and refusing to let go just now.
Wei Qian lit a cigarette on the bed, his fever subsided, and he felt a little weak, but he was already much more comfortable, and the workaholic heart that had died down for the time being began to move uncontrollably.
Although he was blunt, he really got some kind of inspiration from Wei Zhiyuan's little game, and vaguely grasped some ideas on how to win the approval of that project.
Wei Qian thought so deeply that he almost burned his own bed sheet, but luckily Wei Zhiyuan quickly snatched it off.
Wei Zhiyuan stood beside him like a medical authority, and said rather dignifiedly, "Brother, it's time for you to rest."
Wei Qian was dumbfounded and thought: "Have I been controlled by this kid? It's against him!"
As expected, Wei Zhiyuan wanted to revolt, so he forcibly turned off his bedside lamp, and then used his body weight and brute force to push the sick elder brother back into the quilt, and sat down like a supervisor, waiting to supervise him to rest.
Wei Qian was so shocked that he didn't think of resisting.
I don't know how long it took until Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian suddenly ask: "The night before, how did you know where Xiaobao was going?"
Wei Zhiyuan was debugging the program, and raised his head without raising his head, and said, "Guess—people who sincerely want to run away from home, how can they wear something bright like her? They must be afraid of being caught back halfway, and they can't wait to smear their face on the face." Catty mud."
It wasn't until this moment that Wei Qian suddenly remembered that this big boy who seemed to be doing his homework in class like ordinary teenagers had such an experience like a wandering child when he was young, and he suddenly felt a little distressed.
However, Wei Qian didn't know how to express it. After hesitating for a long while, he asked Wei Zhiyuan in a tone of "Either I'll buy you a popsicle": "Hey, boy, do you want to go abroad in the future? Can I go abroad first?" Save for you"
He didn't say a word, Wei Zhiyuan raised his head suddenly, his face turned blue by the screen was extremely ugly, as if he heard something terrible.
After a while, Wei Zhiyuan himself realized that he had overreacted, so he hastily lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice as if trying to hide something: "I don't want to, you should rest early and stop talking."
Wei Qian only rested for one day. On the second day, he got up as usual, booked a train ticket to the project location, and went to work like he was desperate.
Old Xiong ordered San Pang to follow him. Old Xiong thought that San Pang was as round in heart as he was in appearance, and more stable than Wei Qian.
Wei Qian wore a mask like a tuberculosis patient, and was coughing to death in the car. San Pang had no choice but to take care of him without complaint, and by the way babbled a few words: "Your third brother, I am the supervisor of the army, really. Useless, just a little eunuch, waiting for the uncle to come."
Wei Qian: "Well, it's quite appropriate, there are many eunuchs in the army."
"Your mother!" San Pang thumped Wei Qian melancholy, remembering the 30 million he was carrying behind him, he really wanted to jump the Songhua River, and hummed helplessly, "The north wind blows, and the snowflakes float"
Wei Qian gave him a cold look.
San Pang asked sadly: "Father, I really can't, are you planning to sell Xi'er and I will pay off the debt?"
"No." Wei Qian said.
The three fat old people are very relieved.
Wei Qian added: "Girl, you are too ugly, I'm afraid that Huang Shiren will pee his pants when he sees you."
San Pang sighed: "Are you saying you are sick? Little comrade, you now have a house and a career, and you are about to get your college diploma. You are so fucking proud! What are you doing, you? Seriously, we two Get off the bus, sell the return ticket, it’s still too late to go home.”
Wei Qian flipped through the project materials, as if trying to imprint every punctuation mark in his mind: "I can take it down."
Sanpang shook his head and sighed: "You are just a stone in a hut, smelly and hard!"
He rubbed his knees uneasily with his fat hands like cattail fans, and after a long while, he slapped his thigh like a shipwreck: "Okay, your third brother owed you in the previous life, tell me what to do."
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