Wei Qian once fantasized that one day, a reporter would find him and his younger brothers and sisters living like dogs in such an old tube building, and then the reporter would take a few photos, wave and write With disgusting titles such as "Aspiring teenagers work for their younger siblings to go to school, and their immature shoulders carry a family", some government agencies will come to their door to give money, and there will be all kinds of money that are too much money to spend. Donate, and he just needs to be on TV and take a photo with them holding a big check.
However, reports of "poor college students", "poor middle school students" and "poor primary school students" are still broadcast on TV every day, but none of them approached Wei Qian and the others.
Probably there were too many poor people in those days, and they had to wait in line for lottery just like buying a car later.
The end of the semester was coming soon, and the weather was getting colder and colder. When we went out in the morning, it was still dark, and Wei Qian rode a second-hand bicycle out of the house wearing stars and moonlight.
He didn't have gloves, and when he arrived at school, his hands were so cold that he could barely feel it, so he had to run upstairs with his head down, rubbing his hands quickly.
One day, when he was going upstairs, he happened to meet his head teacher. The head teacher was a middle-aged female teacher, surnamed Li, who was very kind to him at ordinary times—a person like Wei Qian was serious about his studies, got good grades, and kept a low-key attitude. If he happens to be good-looking and the teacher is a woman, he is basically doomed to be the kind of person who is especially favored by the teacher at school.
Teacher Li stopped him: "Hey, I just met a young man, come and help me move something!"
Wei Qian helped her bring back the twenty catties of rice and two barrels of oil newly distributed by the school, and carried them all the way to her office. Teacher Li asked him with a smile, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
Wei Qian paused and shook his head.
Teacher Li took out a piece of bread and a piece of ham sausage from under the table and handed it to him: "You should stay up late in the morning, take them to eat."
Wei Qian smiled a little embarrassedly, and thanked him.
Mr. Li didn’t know about his family situation. At that time, high school kids all wore school uniforms. Except for a few boys who liked to be clean, all the boys were sloppy and unkempt. Brand-name bags and bags bought at street stalls were all stuffed to the brim. It doesn't come out of the original shape, and I want a small bucket of potato chips with the girls, just swipe it and poke it on the table, and it will be a tube.
At that time, people were unexpectedly equal, and even on the surface, it was impossible to tell which was the son of the mayor and which was the orphan who had to do odd jobs to get by.
There was only a family survey form at the beginning of school, and there was a column for parents' work units. Wei Qian stared at the blank for a long time, and finally wrote the word "individual" in a random way.
No one asked if he was a living or dead entity anyway.
Mr. Li stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Go quickly, today is Monday, the flag-raising speech is ready, go back and read it twice, don't forget the words later."
It is an old tradition in the school to send students to the stage in each shift for the flag-raising speech. Wei Qian couldn't help but straighten his back before going up to the rostrum—it wasn't that he was nervous, but that he was hit by a stick in the back during the melee last night. Look, it's black and blue, and it hurts.
Wei Qian finished his speech on the stage, and fluently articulated his speech full of dreams and themes, followed by perfunctory and polite applause from all the yawning students as usual.
Wei Qian smiled very lightly, then took two steps back and gave the microphone to the host.
When he was about to step down, Wei Qian finally glanced around the panorama of the campus on the high rostrum—
A row of ginkgo trees whose yellow leaves are about to fall, a standard sports field of 400 meters, a red brick teaching building, those young and old students in school uniforms, and a few big cherry trees in front of the teaching building, it is said that they are cherry trees in the south It is hybridized with ground species. Every spring, the petals that float down have a thick layer that can bury people's feet. It is a pity that he has not had time to see it when he starts school in autumn.
Wei Qian seemed to put all this into his eyes, then he turned around and walked down the stone steps down the rostrum without looking back.
He returned to the classroom before everyone disbanded, quickly packed up all his things, picked up the withdrawal application written in advance, and walked in the direction of the Academic Affairs Office.
The dean didn't know the situation of the students, but just asked the reason routinely. Wei Qian didn't want to make himself like a poor out-of-school child—it was useless to say it. The school may have sympathized with him and got him a bursary after a difficult turnaround. , however his main problem is not financial aid, he needs more money, or more time to earn money to support his family.
If it can't solve the problem, why bother to raise his fragile self-esteem for people to watch
So Wei Qian, who suffered from secondary illness, just explained lightly that his family would move to another place and he could not continue his studies here.
Leaving the Academic Affairs Office, he passed the basketball court. The basketball students were training. A ball flew towards him. He quickly stretched out his hand to catch it. He whistled and threw it back. The boys on the stadium waved at him from a distance. : "Thanks, buddy!"
Wei Qian smiled at him, but immediately, his smile became dry, he didn't stop there, and walked quickly with his head down.
Wei Qian took his heavy schoolbag to a tattered old man not far away, emptied out all the book papers in the bag, and sold it for one yuan and twenty cents. He bought a carnation, sneaked into her office while Teacher Li was in class, put the flower on her desk, and then left the school with an empty bag on his back.
He rode his bicycle home, and the two pockmarked women who sold breakfast hadn't closed their stalls yet. When Mazi saw Wei Qian, he asked in surprise: "Qi-yi-qian, you, why did you come back? Forget, forget, forget something"
Wei Qian got out of the car, threw the empty schoolbag behind him, and calmly interrupted him: "No, Mazi, I won't read anymore."
As if he didn't realize what he meant for a while, Mazi repeated blankly: "No, no, no, don't read it anymore?"
Wei Qian: "Well, I dropped out of school."
Mazi's reaction is always slow, maybe there is something wrong with his brain, Wei Qian sometimes wonders if he was slapped in the face, and he will not know the pain until a minute later.
Pockmark, who had a problem with his brain, stood there in a daze for more than half a minute, his face with big pimples piled up with small pimples turned into a piece of red-hot iron coal, his chest heaved violently, and after a while, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
Then Mazi rushed towards him, and suddenly pushed Wei Qian's chest, Wei Qian staggered, the bicycle fell to the ground, and the wheels were still spinning round and round.
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Mazi opened his mouth and yelled "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!").
Although he can't speak well, he has a good howling voice.
Wei Qian's chest was so constricted that it was about to explode.
Perhaps in his long life, dropping out of school was not a big deal, but for a young man who has been studying hard, hoping that this will change his destiny, dropping out of school seems to be the crumbling sky he has been trying to support. It collapsed.
But the sky was falling, and Wei Qian didn't want to cry with Mazi on the main road, it was so ugly.
So Wei Qian just bent down, and used the movement of supporting the car to cover up the sad expression that flashed across his face, then he raised his head, and smiled at Mazi indifferently, even contemptuously: "Why are you crying?" ? Idiot, I’m not dead yet. Dropped out and dropped out, didn’t you all go? What kind of shit, what’s the matter?”
Mazi cried even harder, hoarse and carried away.
Wei Qian finally couldn't speak anymore, he was carrying an old canvas bag, and he was two steps away from Mazi with his hands hanging down, watching his stupid brother wipe his tears with his hands.
The biting and dry wind and salty tears washed away the cracked hole in Mazi's hand, revealing the young and bloody flesh inside.
This long winter started from the cry of a fried dough stick boy like a bear.
Wei Qian embarked on his career as a professional hooligan, and he became a little-known little thug under Brother Le.
A fourteen or fifteen-year-old half-grown boy, who has just picked up his height, his flesh hasn't grown up to his bones, and his face is still childish. He shows Brother Le a scene, and he is taciturn every day, because he is with those big boys who are inseparable from women. The old man really has nothing to say, but he always fights harder than others. He seems to have an indescribable anger in his heart.
Brother Le was very disappointed by this at first. After all, he had great expectations for Wei Qian. He originally wanted to send Wei Qian to university to study law or finance. He is always blind, if he wants to be successful, he needs someone who can take advantage of legal loopholes and make false accounts to take care of his public affairs. This person must be smart and trustworthy, and Wei Qian is none other than Wei Qian.
Brother Le's chest has already outlined his grand blueprint for the future like an army in formation. Everyone has a number of uses, but he didn't expect that Wei Qian, whom he had high hopes for, would be so muddy that he couldn't stand on the wall. , He dropped out of high school.
For a while, Brother Le stopped paying attention to Wei Qian, because it was useless.
But he didn't expect that after a year of silence, this kid would become famous.
After all, Wei Qian is a teenager, and his physical strength is not comparable to that of a real adult, so the "physical work" of being a thug is not very advantageous, and Brother Le doesn't value him very much. Usually he is only asked to be on duty during the day—under the name of Brother Le The entertainment venue is actually a nightclub. Although it is also open during the day, it is just an ordinary place to eat, and the main event is only at night.
Those who really make trouble usually go there at night, which is the consensus in the industry.
Unexpectedly, there are thirty-six lines, and there are hooligans everywhere, and there are bad practitioners in the real hooligan business, and there are also people who ignore professional ethics-those people belong to another entertainment city in the city, and the boss is rich and powerful. Brother, a local snake, was out of reach, so he sent his subordinates to arrange it.
His subordinate is a unique person who has all the characteristics of being cowardly, short-spirited, shameless and so on. It is rare to see nothing.
This person thought carefully for a while, and felt that he might not be able to do the job at night, and was afraid that he would not be able to get in, but he didn't dare to disobey the boss's order, so he went to the nightclub to make trouble in broad daylight.
The other party brought over a dozen burly men who were strong outsiders but capable in the middle, and came to the sparsely staffed nightclub kicking hall with high spirits.
Those who watch the scene during the day are either security guards hired through legitimate channels, or half-grown children like Wei Qian who are placed in a vase by Brother Le.
The few people who kicked the pavilion were not friendly at first glance, and no one dared to stop them when they broke in.
The leader sat down in the hall, and it was clear that he was making trouble, swearing loudly, molesting the little girl who was serving the plate, the wine bottle was broken all over the floor, and the few diners who came to dinner were frightened and wanted to leave .
The lobby manager frowned, and whispered to the little brothers below to call Brother Le.
As a result, before the little brother had time to go, Wei Qian, who was wearing the uniform of the entertainment city, walked over with a blank expression. Eyes: "Call your boss, smart kids don't come out to be a cannon"
Before he could say the word "cannon fodder", he suddenly changed his tone. The man let go of Wei Qian with a scream, and took five or six steps back, showing fear on his face.
They saw a big gash on his chest, and the blood spurted out like a fountain. Only then did people realize that Wei Qian was holding a big kitchen machete for chopping bones in his hand.
Wei Qian was merciless in cutting people. He didn't even wipe his face when he stabbed down. He held the machete in one hand and picked up a half-broken wine bottle in the other. The father and the enemy rushed forward to fight hand-to-hand.
There is a saying that "those who are stupefied are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of death." These people avoid the peak of the crowd at night and come to make troubles during the clear daytime, so it can be seen that they are not violent.
So more than a dozen people were all overthrown on the spot by a desperate person, and this legend was fulfilled with his shocking gold and jade appearance and bear bag.
When Brother Le heard about this and brought people here in a hurry, the battle was over, and he saw blood and wine all over the scene.
Half of the blood-soaked boy was left with only a white vest on his body. He sat on the sofa and stretched his arms to let San Fatty, who came over after hearing the news, clean up the broken glass on his arm tremblingly. His hands were unnatural. It was not known whether it was a dislocation or a fracture.
However, he didn't seem to know the pain, he didn't say a word, he didn't even look at it, he just lowered his head and smoked a cigarette with all his attention.
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