Dage

After a while, someone crowded over, Wei Qian was pushed aside, the person seemed to be a medical staff, pressed the carotid artery of the scar scarringly, rolled his eyelids again, and stood up a few minutes later With a look of indifference, he said, "Let's go and die, this poor boy suddenly died after eating too much stimulant. He didn't have the ability to fight, but he learned to come to power and deserve it."

This sentence aroused the anger of the group, and those who had just lost their money jumped out and scolded the dealer's black-box operation. The next life-and-death battle was still staged on the stage. The stage has developed into a group fight, and the climax started. .

Wei Qian avoided a few fists that almost accidentally injured him, and went out silently. In the moist and sticky night wind, he quickly walked across the road to a small supermarket selling tobacco, alcohol, tea, and sugar. With a pack of cigarettes, the monkey hurriedly opened it, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

An old man who was about to enter the supermarket looked at him twice and looked at him. He thought he was not smoking but was taking drugs. He was so scared that he didn't dare to go in and went away.

谦 From the beginning to the end, Wei Qian was expressionless, only the hand covered with cold sweat was lingering.

When he returned, Wei Zhiyuan had fallen asleep.

Wei Weiyuan hadn't smelled the smoky smoke for a long time. He opened his eyes in a half-dream and half-asleep and asked, "Did you smoke?"

谦 Wei Qian responded softly: "Well, next time, I'll take a bath, you can sleep."

Xi Weizhiyuan didn't say anything, didn't have any opinion about him smoking, he even became obsessed with the taste.

老 The room that Zhao Laojiu opened for them is a standard room, the condition is good, the air conditioner is adequate, and the environment is clean. The most important thing is that there are two beds. There is no way to squeeze them together at home. Here, Wei Qian doesn't plan to aggrieved himself, so he lay down in another bed after washing.

Wei Zhiyuan was completely awake at this time, and he was very unaccustomed to find that his elder brother did not intend to sleep with him. After a while, Wei Zhiyuan estimated that his elder brother was asleep, so he stepped on slippers and climbed onto Wei Qian's bed .

Who knows that Wei Qian hasn't fallen asleep, and as soon as the cub moves, he opens his eyes.

谦 Wei Qian was annoyed, and took an awkward turn on Wei Zhiyuan's back: "Why do you come here again?"

Wei Weizhi didn't say a word, and delved into his quilt.

Wei Qian: "Are you ill? Two beds have to run to me to squeeze."

Wei Weiyuan whispered, "I want to sleep with my brother."

Wei Qian stared down at him expressionlessly.

Wei Weizhi shrank down, avoiding his eyes, reaching out to hold Wei Qian's arm, and playing Lai Pi silently.

Wei Qian laughed and laughed. This little thing was eleven or twelve years old, and he was so sticky. He stuck him all the way from the house to the south, and went out all the way to his bed. It was really sad.

Wei Qian did not drive him out anymore, thinking of other things without margin.

The thousand yuan Zhao Laojiu gave him was still in the pocket of the shirt's chest, making him crouched in his throat, lying on his back to the sky, and his chest hurt, Wei Qian was thinking about it, so quietly with the thousand yuan I ran away and never came to the feasibility of this right and wrong place.

But Zhao Laojiu and the words he said inevitably echoed in Wei Qian's mind, Wei Qian found with sorrow that Zhao Laojiu could see him through.

Black boxing for thousands of dollars, this sounds like something that can only be done by a person with a pit in his head.

Intellectually, Wei Qian certainly agrees with this view, but the dozens of RMB is lingering and lingering in his mind.

He couldn't get rid of this crazy desire.

Wei Qian suddenly understood that some of her husband or wife was mentally or physically abused all day, even crying and shouting about the neuropathy that refused to divorce, what do you think? Real love!

Wei Qian thought to himself, daring to say anything else, but his feelings for the Renminbi will never be lost to any kind of distorted or persistent love in the world.

I say that it is a dream and a ghost.

Therefore, asking for money or death is a fierce competition in his mind, even more fierce than thinking about whether to kill his mother with a knife.

At that moment, Wei Zhiyuan spoke.

Wei Weiyuan said, "Brother, I want to tell you something."

Wei Qian casually responded: "Huh?"

"Let's have a Sichuan restaurant downstairs. I told the boss. I will go to work for them and serve dishes on the plate. The boss promised to give me five yuan a day."

Wei Qian a moment, came back to God: "What did you say?"

Wei Zhiyuan continued, "They initially thought I was small, and I was afraid that someone would come to investigate. I said I could pretend their son and come over to help me in the summer vacation.-Brother, I saw their job advertisements, and I asked about them. If you are an adult, you have to give at least ten dollars a day. As long as the boss is not stupid, he will definitely want me. "

谦 Wei Qian didn't say anything for a long time. Wei Zhiyuan was afraid he was unhappy, and he quickly added: "I will not make trouble for you. I will go out at 10 am every day and come back at night."

Wei Qian leaned over and held Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder: "Your brother is poor? Are you missing five dollars?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "I can make money too, I'm not a burden."

With the word "heavy burden", Wei Zhiyuan said very lightly and almost swallowed it into his throat. However, after all, Wei Qian was too close to hear it.

谦 Wei Qian suddenly moved in his heart and heard the meaning of what he said. It was a little bit vague, and after a while, he hesitantly asked, "Xiao Yuan, isn't your brother bad for you?"

Wei Weiyuan shook his head quickly.

谦 Wei Qian raised his hand, and touched his head, and put his voice as smooth as possible: "You are not a burden, neither is Xiaobao. You are still young, and I should support you."

Wei Zhiyuan raised his eyes and looked at him. Wei Qian pressed his head slightly rudely: "In the future, when you two grow up, you can remember to give me the end of retirement ... OK, sleep."

After he said this, it was miraculous, his heart was clear, and he never considered the question of whether to ask for money or death. Wei Qian decided that he would contact Zhao Laojiu tomorrow. He planned to rest for a week and later Play.

If it really died?

He thought, if he died, then forget it.

Life and death, wealth is in the sky, he ran here thousands of miles to fight black punches, in the final analysis, not for others, always for himself, if he wants a future, he must fight, nothing to say, There is nothing to complain about, fair.

If Wei Zhiyuan knew that it was him who pushed his brother into the arena, he would rather be dumb.

The first week was very stable. Wei Zhiyuan didn't know what his brother was busy with. Anyway, every morning, he was sent to a small restaurant just like he was sent to school, and he would be picked up again on time at night, and someone would send it to them on time. Rice is sometimes a foreign rice he has never eaten. Wei Zhiyuan has the illusion that they are here for tourism.

However, one week passed quickly, that day, Wei Qian was late for the first time.

It was getting late, and there were fewer guests in the hotel. Wei Zhiyuan did n’t have to go round and round to serve food. He was sitting on a small bench given to him by the boss, staring almost at the door, staring at it for a while, then looked up. The meeting table waited until the sky was completely dark. A talent opened the curtain and came in. He first politely nodded at the hotel owner, and then waved to Wei Zhiyuan.

The boss lady just put five dollars into Wei Zhiyuan's pocket, and Wei Zhiyuan couldn't wait to pounce on Wei Qian, like a cannonball. Every time he made such a flutter, his elder brother could catch him with one hand and then clamp it with his arm. He moved his feet off the ground, but this time, Wei Zhiyuan felt keenly that his elder brother had avoided him.

The moment he fluttered, Wei Qian bent over unnaturally, catching Wei Zhiyuan with his arms only, preventing him from continuing to pounce forward, and then turned half of his body back to him, and then pulled Follow him to the hotel.

The smile on Wei Zhiyuan's face converged suddenly, and frowning, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Wei Qian: "Nothing."

Wei Weizhi leaned against him, wrinkled his nose, and smelled a **** smell on him: "Then why is there a **** smell on you?"

谦 Wei Qian lied without blinking and said, "I met a pig killer on the road, and splashed my blood, so it was easy to wipe it off."

Wei Weiyuan felt that his IQ was insulted with no sincerity.

However, Wei Qian calmly led him to a McDonald's. This kind of junk food that no one would like to eat later was quite luxurious when he first entered the country. Its decoration and packaging were brightly colored and smelled better than food. It is fragrant, so it has great appeal to children.

When Wei Qian was about to close, he went in and bought Wei Zhiyuan a children's package and an ice cream.

"I warn you," Wei Qian said. "Eat and eat. Do n’t tell your sister when you go back. She is annoying. Did you hear that?"

On the one hand, Wei Zhiyuan was attracted to food instinctively, and on the other hand he was troubled. He nodded with a bitter expression and raised his ice cream to Wei Qian's mouth: "You taste it."

谦 Wei Qian flickered back, and the painful expression on his face flashed, and he waved away and refused: "I'm full, I have no appetite."

After I finished speaking, he seemed to make himself more believable, pretending to say, "This is all for children."

Wei Weiyuan retracted his hand with regrets, licked the expensive ice cream in his hand, and watched his brother secretly.

Through the faint road light, Wei Zhiyuan found that Wei Qian's face was extremely pale, and the sweat on his forehead soaked his strands of hair, and stuck it to his forehead and hem, almost looking a little hesitant.

Wei Qian's brow frowned slightly, and she kept the expression.

Wei Qian and any unfamiliar person can call him brother or brother. Even if he is born with a lonely personality, the days of living around him have sharpened him into a man who knows how to be smooth. Only facing his family, he has a bad temper. Will remain undisguised.

Wei Zhiyuan knows that his elder brother hates being noisy, especially his grandmother. At home, he wants to maintain the dignity of his parents, so he doesn't like to make himself look very lively. He rarely laughs, and rarely praises anyone. Over time, Wei Zhiyuan can only pass His behavior and subtle expressions judged his mood.

According to his experience, his brother is expressionless, but when he is relaxed, his mood is mostly happy.

If you don't look well, but you are willing to yell at it, you are unhappy, but the level of unhappiness is very light, and it belongs to the type that you forget immediately.

If his face sinks and his eyes become sharp, but he doesn't say a word, it is very angry.

He doesn't frown all the time. Only when he feels uncomfortable, he frowns for a long time unconsciously. It looks very serious, but he is actually in pain.

Wei Weiyuan silently finished his food and was obediently sent by Wei Qian to sleep. He kept his eyes closed and pretended to be familiar with this trick. When he was first accepted by his elder brother, he always worried that he would be thrown out at night and he did not dare to sleep. Sometimes he was too nervous to sleep and would pretend to sleep.

Sure enough, after a while, Wei Zhiyuan heard Wei Qian rise up, he felt that the action of his elder brother was a little stagnant, and the arm resting on the bed was slightly trembling.

Wei Zhiyuan secretly opened his eyes a slit, Wei Qian seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around, Wei Zhiyuan quickly closed his eyes.

Fortunately, Wei Qian did not notice, and quickly stood up, found the wound medicine from the drawer of the bedside table, and went into the bathroom.

Just after taking off his shirt, before he had time to wipe the medicine, Wei Qian first held up the toilet and vomited, but there was nothing in the stomach, just spitting acid water, and his opponent hit his stomach with a punch, and it was strong, even Wei Zhiyuan When he asked him to eat ice cream, he couldn't help but feel sick.

After a while, his nausea subsided. Wei Qian was almost unable to straighten his waist. He lowered his head and looked carefully to make sure there was no blood in the toilet, and he was relieved.

I am young and not serious after all.

Wei Qian rested against the wall for a while, then rinsed his mouth and started to deal with the wounds on his body.

His naked upper body was covered with terrible bruises, and there was a large piece of purple blood like a cobweb on the cheekbones attached to his pants. Wei Qian gritted his teeth, took off his belt, pulled the pants apart, and dipped in the ointment first. The congestion was pushed up, and he would push the congestion away, and the joints would move away.

Anyone who has suffered from this kind of skin trauma knows that a large bruise on the joints makes it difficult to bend. If you are accustomed to staying still for a long period of time, you may really feel painful enough to bend. When there is no "rust", you have to bear it and move it.

The underground boxing field was more dangerous than he imagined. Only in the first game and the lowest level, Wei Qian won the hardship, but he has already taken this step. In his pocket, there is 3,000 yuan sent by Hu Siye. For the rewards and bonuses, he can't retreat, unless Zhao Laojiu has finished three games.

But it ’s difficult to return. Although his level of play is unavoidable, he still ca n’t die. Moreover, Zhao Laojiu only said three games, but he does n’t have to win. If he does n’t, he can admit defeat—provided that Hu Siye and Zhao Laojiu would like to let him upgrade step by step and finish these three games.

The person who died at his feet that day was always lingering in Wei Qian's mind. Like this black boxing field, almost everyone will take stimulants. This is a hidden rule. The boxing field will also provide stimulant trading. There is a little common sense. People know that after all, there is a degree to this stuff, and the damage caused to people's bodies by excessive consumption is irreversible, and they may even see the ancestors on the spot.

At first glance, the Scar Man is an old hand. He ca n’t understand it, and his opponent ’s clumsy muscles are n’t necessarily explosive enough and endurance. It ’s definitely not strong enough to let that Scar die. The point of gadgets.

Either he was forcing him, or ... the stimulants he ate were not common on the market.

The pain stimulated Wei Qian's brain. He rubbed his bruises with his hands, but his brain turned quickly. At this point, he suddenly had a terrible idea. If Hu Siye was looking for something as innocent as himself, The thugs aren't just for warming up, but for ... trying medicine?

谦 Wei Qian was so absorbed in thinking that he didn't notice the entrance of the bathroom. Wei Zhiyuan ran off the bed barefoot, looking carefully through the door slit. Wei Zhiyuan's eye circles were all red, like an irritated beast. He desperately clenched his teeth, and he jumped endlessly near his temples. There was an illusion that he had broken his teeth.

After a while, Wei Qian put down the ointment box, put his hands on the washbasin, and hissed gently, then took cold water and washed away the cold sweat on his face.

Xi Weizhiyuan then returned from the wood, quietly left, and lay back on the bed.

Before he lay down, Wei Qian came out with a cold water vapor and medicine smell. However, he seemed to think about the little cub's nose, hesitated, Wei Qian bent down and pulled Wei Quiyuan to pull the quilt, and turned to Walked on a bed.

Wei Weiyuan finally couldn't help but said dumbly, "Brother."

Wei Qian was startled by his sudden voice.

I heard the cub suddenly cry with a cry: "If you have no money, sell me."

Wei Weiyuan didn't think so, and he didn't know why this sentence came out.

Probably ... it's because he has no body.