Dage

Wei Qian even dared to call his sister-in-law directly in the presence of his mother. He did not put the little old woman in his eyes at all, sneered on the spot, used his bitterness, and said, "What do you think you are? Get out of your way, remember my sister, don't think that you are alive for a few years, and I dare not send you on the road in advance. "

He is very uneducated-of course, judging from his life experience, if he can still be educated in this situation, then this person must pass through.

The old lady has lived for six or seventy years, and has not encountered such a **** thing as old or young. Thanks to her many years of hard work and good health, she could pass away on the spot.

When people face assholes, they can't help but become more assholes, so the old lady took out the tricks of the older generation of rural women and said, "No problem, no problem, you have the ability You will kill me. If you kill me, I will have to take my granddaughter away when I become a ghost. I will take her to live in the henhouse and pighouse, and I will not let her fall into the hands of you hooligan! "

Wei Qian looked at her grimly. The malice in his eyes seemed to be real. The teenager had almost grown up the adult man's physique, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and the scars left by the fight, which added a bit of inexplicability. The old woman held back instinctively.

Then she returned to God and stared back with a stronger attitude, offering a crying, two troubles, and three hanging stance, and put a big trick: "You can kill me if you have the ability! You are also shameless to kill me Stinky gangster! Aren't you just capable? What else can you do? My mother hasn't been living for a few years anyway, I'm afraid of you? I am! "

Before her saliva star had time to pour out of her mouth, she was pushed to the table by Wei Qian's brute force. Wei Qian finally lost face, turned over the old lady Song and the wooden table, and sprinkled with vinegar All over the place, sour taste is irritating.

Granny Song sighed, sitting on the ground with her arms folded, with two cloves of garlic on her head, and then took a deep breath, showing her loud voice that she could hear ten miles and eight inches, and sat on the ground. "Kill it! Kill it! Smelly rogue kill ..."

Her shout came to an abrupt end, because Wei Qian grabbed the old lady's collar, and her hands full of green tendons pinched her wrinkled neck.

Mrs. Song's neck was as thin as a chicken's neck, and he held it with one hand. Her skin was slack and pitiful. Wei Qian held her neck tightly, and gave her a life from the ground. stand up.

俊 The handsome young man's eyes are full of shadows, described as indifferent, but his palms are very hot. His hands are so big that he seems to want to strangle this old woman with a heart.

Granny Wu Song was struggling. She fluttered on all fours like a fish that fell to the shore. She vainly cut the meat on Wei Qian's arm with her convex nails, and her face quickly turned blue-purple.

Wei Qian felt that she had almost reached her organs and spine. After he dropped out of school, his life was unbelievable, and his heart surged, and he easily passed the hurdle of killing and setting fire. At that moment, Wei Qian really wanted to put this The old lady is strangling alive like this.

Granny Wu Song put out her tongue and started rolling her eyes. At this moment, a girl screamed suddenly from the bedroom door behind Wei Qian: "Brother!"

The door of the hut didn't know when it was opened. Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan stood there. Wei Zhiyuan looked dignified. Song Xiaobao's sharp child sounded like a sword that pierced his apex. The rib in Wei Qian's head was gently dialed. Moved a bit.

He finally reacted, and he was actually really close to killing himself, still in his own house, and suddenly let go. The old lady Song was unstable. As soon as he let go, she slid along the wall and sat on the ground, unable to hold back. Downcast.

Wei Qian blocked Xiaobao with a hand, squatted down, and smashed the old lady's chest a few times, learning how she would press her in TV.

After a while, the old lady fell into this tone, first coughing, and then turned her black eyes back, her voice was still hoarse, but the fighting spirit was still shining.

She walked away from the gate of the ghost door early in the morning regardless of herself, sobering up, the first sentence was pointing at Wei Qian's nose sensibly, "Kill the beast who killed thousands of knives, you bitch!"

Before Wei Qian had enough time to cheer on this sentence, Xiaobao flew into the old lady's arms: "Grandma!"

The old lady Song thought that her night scene was so desolate that the widow was unemployed, and went to the city to run away with her son. She was told that the old was bereaved, and then a small animal was born to bully like this ... She came from grief, mother. Both cried with headache.

Wei Qian's expression was numb, and his heart was also numb. He stood helplessly for a while, and finally sighed. He tentatively reached out and touched Xiaobao's hair, but was so fiercely slapped by Mrs Song To open.

老 This old woman is very magical, and the ghost crying wolf is like this, and she didn't delay her curse.

"Don't touch my granddaughter, you stinky hooligan, murderer! Sooner or later you will be shot! You must not die!"

For a moment, Wei Qian thought she was right.

He returned from the great shock, sadness and anger, and suddenly felt discouraged.

Mrs. Wu Song packed up her simple luggage and led Xiaobao away in front of him. Wei Qian leaned against the wall and watched with openness, without stopping or even holding her breath.

Xi Xiaobao was held by his grandma with one hand and passively followed her out, constantly looking back at her elder brother.

Brother Bian had bloodshot eyes, and the whole person looked very exhausted, watching her leave all the way.

Wu Xiaobao thought he would say something, but he said nothing, but the look was imprinted in her small, ignorant heart, and it was immortalized for a lifetime.

The door was closed in front of Wei Qian's face, and it took a while for him to relax, sitting on the ground, lighting a cigarette, leaning against the wall, holding his mouth in his mouth, his heart was blank. One, he could n’t cry or laugh, he just wanted to fall asleep, but he knew that he probably could n’t sleep either.

Ramie is gone, Xiaobao is gone ... and sleeping.

Wei Zhiyuan silently came over, put the ashtray on Wei Qian's hand, and leaned carefully beside him.

谦 Wei Qian looked up at him, Wei Zhiyuan quickly stopped his movements, carefully observed if the big brother was annoying, and found that he didn't, he tried to approach it more carefully. Finally, Wei Zhiyuan took a hold of Wei Qian's arm.

发现 He found that his elder brother had no objection, and tried to squeeze himself into Wei Qian's arms, leaned his head on him, and sniffed some acrid tobacco smell on him.

"... Mazi is gone." Wei Qian said suddenly.

Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and saw that Wei Qian's eyes fell on the floor without focus. He intuitively didn't say what he said to himself-Wei Qian never called "Mazi" to him and Xiaobao. Brother Mazi. "

So Wei Zhiyuan didn't make any noise and listened quietly.

Wei Qian embraced him tightly, and the boy's warm body temperature gave him indescribable comfort.

After this sentence, Wei Qian stopped speaking, and he couldn't tell.

Suffering has dulled his nerves, and he has long lost the ability to truly express his feelings.

I waited for Wei Qian to smoke all the cigarettes on my body before thinking of Wei Zhiyuan. The child was already holding his arm like a koala and fell asleep in his arms.

Wei Weiyuan started to draw a bit, his feet grew up first, close to the adult's model, but the bones were still immature, standing up not short, and shrinking up was still a small ball.

I was so slow-Wei Qian sighed and looked down at him.

Then he extinguished the cigarette, bent down, carefully picked up the child and put it on the bed, as usual, turned off the lights and lay down.

The sudden darkness had a very powerful force, which almost instantly destroyed his strong and thoughtless numbness.

With open eyes, Wei Qian thought that he was a stinking hooligan raised by a sister-in-law, and his own sister who was raised by one hand was unwilling to be with him. People like him lived and lived so hard. No value.

What's so good about living?

I might as well die.

Wei Weiqian was born in the winter, at the end of the lunar month, when the day has not yet arrived, that is, he is not yet seventeen years old.

He didn't live to be big, but thought of death first.

Of course, despite that, Wei Qian is still dead.

Strangling is not an easy thought, and it ’s so easy to go. If he does n’t want to live, he never dares to die.

What will happen to his mother who is upset about Mazi?

I have to go and bring back Mazi's body. He can't wash off the sin and suffering of Mazi. The only thing he can do is to keep him in the world and to bury him.

I was carrying too much, and he couldn't afford to die.

Wei Qian still lived his life gloomily and numbly. He went to Le Ge's night club every day to be his thug, holding Le Ge's money, and hiding his growing hatred in his heart, only in the dead of night. At that time, a person opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, reminding himself over and over again, that one day he would sooner or later die.

Then he went to discuss with the three fat mentally, how to do Mazi's funeral, or tell Mazi mother when to pick her up and be discharged.

Only Wei Zhiyuan, who is at home during the winter vacation, accompanies him quietly, anyway, is a living creature who can breathe.

Only Wei Zhiyuan can make Wei Qian feel a little vitality-he is still so young, knows nothing about the future, and has to rely on himself wholeheartedly.

谦 Wei Qian raised Wei Zhiyuan, and also learned the little hope from the child. He knew with deep understanding what "dependence on life" means.

Yun Sanfei came to his house and asked in surprise how Xiao Bao and Granny Song were not there. After Wei Qian's mad outburst, he knew immediately and never mentioned it again.

For a while, no one dared to mention Song Xiaobao in Wei Qian's ear.

The atmosphere in the family was dull for many days. Wei Qian even started to perfunctory to eat. The three fat boys were afraid that he would starve to death. So he came to his house every day like being abused. He coaxed the children to cook like a toiled hourly worker. Show entertaining humor.

Unfortunately, the more entertaining the TV, the colder the reality appears.

On the TV, Mr. Ma Sanli was saying "Fun to play with you." Three fat people sat on a chair with a smile and leaned forward. Hefei fluttered. As soon as Wei Zhiyuan raised his mouth, he thought of when he turned around to see Wei Qian and found his brother The expression was indifferent, so he pressed the smile back and put on an indifferent expression.

The two brothers, one big and one small, are listening to the cross talk with the expression on the grave, a mold carved out of disappointment.

He became fatter and lonelier when he became fatter, and finally turned into a dry laugh. He had to shut his mouth helplessly, and even the fun baggage became boring.

谦 Wei Qian was silent for a while, and he turned a cigarette and turned to the side of the window. The smell of cigarettes in his body was so heavy that San Fat said that he was about to become a tall and thin pipe.

Then Song Xiaobao came back at this time.

Wei Qian really thought that he would never see Xiaobao in his whole life, so when I opened the door, I saw her, and didn't respond for half a minute.

The expression he could not react to was expressionless, which made Song Xiaobao more and more disturbed. The little girl seemed to have committed the major crime of the Nine Nine. She timidly called "Brother", carrying her small schoolbag and using her chin. A penitent gesture on the chest stood alone in the doorway.

谦 Wei Qian's intellect slowly returned to the cage without knowing it. He glanced out for the first time and found that the silly old lady who had never died didn't follow, it seems that Song Xiaobao came back by himself.

终于 He finally exploded the flower without fear.

Wei squatted slowly and half-squat down, his eyes were flush with Xiaobao, he stretched out his hands, holding her small, thin shoulders, and asked, "Why ... what, come back?"

Wei Qian didn't want to react so strongly as much as possible, but still couldn't finish the sentence all at once, and broke the sound halfway. He had to clear his throat and prolong his voice, which made his tone It sounds almost gentle.

Tong Song Xiaobao: "I miss the big brother ..."

Wei Qian lowered her head in a thoughtful manner, and closed her eyes gently in a place where she could not see. Then, in a split second, the little girl's words pulled him out of the swamp, and he found that it was always around him. The idea of ​​not wanting to live miraculously disappeared.

He didn't know how to express this mood of ups and downs, maybe it was holding Bao in a circle? Or crying with her? Wei Qian felt that he could do nothing, so he just stood up silently and said lightly, "Oh."

Apart from this word, he seemed to be unable to think of anything else. He opened the door and let Xiaobao enter the house, and saw that she didn't dare to move. Then he remembered, and added: "Come in."

Wu Xiaobao knew that he was a traitor. He didn't expect his elder brother to want her, and everyone was flattered.

She walked in tremblingly, first relieved as amnesty, and at the same time, seeing the elder brother seemed to have a dispensable attitude, Xiaobao's heart was filled with an indescribable fortune, because of her naive and underdeveloped Fortunately, she is glad that she came back in time. Maybe two days later, the elder brother really decided not to have her.

Xiaobao approached Wei Qian and suddenly smelled a strong pungent smell from him. She always did not like the smell of cigarettes and could not help rubbing her nose, but did not dare to say that she was afraid that her brother would change his mind. Do not let her in.

Wei Qian saw it keenly.

弯 He bent down and took out a new set of clothes from the cabinet, and said to San Fat, "Is there any fried rice in the pot? You give her a bowl."

San Sanfei watched their interaction coldly, sighed, beckoned Song Xiaobao, greeted her in front of her, touched her hair kindly, looked at Wei Qian, and asked casually, "Why are you going?"

Wei Wei Qian: "I take a bath."

Twenty-Three Fat: "Why do you wash early before you go to bed? Besides, do you boil water?"

Wei Wei Qian: "No, I use cold water."

Twenty-Three Fat: "Washing in a cold shower on a cold winter day, are you sick?"

拎 Wei Qian pushed his clothes away and pushed him away. Light speed broke away from the previous state of walking dead and restored his usual post and jerk: "I'm happy, what are you calling like a hen?"

San Sanfat: "... Yeah, how?"

Wei Qian glanced at him: "Stop, Minger."

San Fat: "..."

The third brother found that with his simple heart and smooth egg-like cerebral cortex, he really couldn't keep up with Master Wei's state of mind.

In fact, Wei Qian's idea is not too complicated, he is just afraid that the smell of smoke on his sister will smoke.

Alas, and ... he just couldn't believe it for a moment, it was a bit brain-dead.

Wu Xiaobao is his own sister. In this world, only a little blood on her body is connected to him. He has raised her since she did n’t have one of his arms, and has grown to such a large size.

He has no way of knowing how deep his feelings are. She sometimes doesn't look like his sister, but more like his daughter.

Wu Xiaobao was the sustenance of his entire childhood and adolescence, and Wei Qian could not bear this even if she gave up her life.

Hmm ... even Song Xiaobao is a stinky girl who eats and eats.

Wei Qian was so excited by the cold water that he thought, "How cheap am I?"

Wu Xiaoyuan called Wei Zhiyuan during the period of "Xi Xiaobao": "Second Brother."

Wei Zhiyuan was annoyed at seeing her and didn't want to talk about it.

He watched the interaction between Big Brother and Xiaobao with cold eyes. The big brother's performance was vague and restrained, so that Xiaobao would misunderstand, and the three fats didn't understand. He was the only one who knew it somehow and became more and more unhappy.

Suddenly, Wei Zhiyuan found out without a teacher that fighting for favor was his correct life course.