Dage

谦 Wei Qian was annoyed by Song Xiaobao for a while, and his whole body was weak. Wei Zhiyuan pressed on him with high horses. He struggled twice, but he did not break away.

The old lady in the kitchen threw down the broom and walked in quickly. Seeing this situation, I was really afraid that Wei Qian did not carelessly engage with Xiaobao and was busy protecting the calf in a subtle and delicate way— herself Gently slap against Xiaobao's back first, blaming, "How can you talk to your brother? Crazy?"

Qi Song Xiaobao was stubbing his neck and still wanted to show his toughness and uncompromising, but his tears poured down first.

Granny Song sighed and stood in this vortex of family conflicts-between Wei Qian and Xiaobao, with an attitude that presided over the situation and said thinly: "If I say, Xiaobao, you are all wrong, your brother Did you say something wrong? You are young and you do n’t go to school. What will you do in the future? It ’s not a small change to buy a dish with me at the grocery market.

Wu Xiaobao wiped his tears fiercely: "It's not the small change that middle school students learn!"

With her unique perspective of pure illiteracy, Granny Wu Song retortly said, "Fart! Our village secretary is a middle school student, and the abacus worked well that year."

After the old lady's unreasonable agitation, Wei Qianqing's jerky head finally calmed down. He looked back up and stared at the ceiling for a while, then took a deep breath, eased his tone, and said to Wei Zhiyuan :"let me go."

Wei Zhiyuan kept suppressing him, feeling that his violent heartbeat finally calmed down little by little, and then slowly released his hand that was pressing on his wrist. As a result, he looked down and found that his brother's wrist had become a lot of red. .

Wei Zhiyuan quickly held it gently in the palm of his hand and rubbed it with his fingers: "Brother, Xiaobao was sensible when you were away. She just coquettishly with you. You see that girl is almost crying into Meng Jiangnv, Do not be angry."

The old woman Song on the side of the side nodded again and again, thinking at the same time, this is the difference between cultural and non-cultural, how can she not say such a pleasant word?

Granny Wu Song quickly said, "Yes, her brother, have something to say."

Wei Qian did not learn what it means to have something to say when he hit his mother's womb. At this time, he didn't want to say anything anymore. He felt a kind of exhaustion that was almost hungry and cold. Although he didn't want to eat anything, the heating was warm enough.

Wei stood up slowly, his chest hurt a little, and he seemed too lazy to look at Song Xiaobao again, passed over her directly, turned back to his room, and threw the door back with his hands.

After a crisis, Granny Song turned her head and glared at Xiaobao, and whispered, "I'm still crying! What's wrong with you? Are you looking for a beating?"

Song Xiaobao yelled at her, "I don't cut my hair! I don't cut my hair!"

Wei Zhiyuan gave her an incredible look, not to mention the two hairs on his head, as long as the big brother said a word, shaved his head and hung it in the living room as a light bulb.

Tong Song Xiaobao keenly read from the eyes of the two of them that she had no allies. For a moment, she felt like a small boat in the vast universe, like a starfish, and the loneliness and solitude made her heartbroken. Xiaobao sat on the sofa with a butt, crying and breaking her own heart—she was about to part with her beloved.

What a pity, no one can understand the sadness of her girl.

Mrs. Song didn't want to watch her play with her temper, and went to the kitchen to clean up. Wei Zhiyuan returned to his room silently, busy recollecting the fullness of the hug he had just held ... Wei Zhiyuan understood what he wanted After that, he no longer restrained, and began to let his imagination go wrong. Fantasy seemed to build a world for him. He often sat in it for a while, and Wei Zhiyuan always got enough comfort and calmness.

The youthful peculiarity of the young man, such as Yangchun March, is so great that even the paranoia and coldness inherent in his nature dilute a lot.

After meeting Song Xiaobao's horrific violence from her brother, she was neglected by the whole family. She thought angrily, "Dare to be good to you, and hate me alone."

At that moment, at the fingertips, two unusual lines in Song Xiaobao's mind were linked together without a word, and the spark of the short circuit flashed, she decided to run away from home.

After I walked away, the sky was wide, and no one was forcing her to go to school to do her homework, no one was forcing her to wear ugly school uniforms, and no one was forcing her to cut her ear-hunting hairstyles.

Tong Song Xiaobao, like the freedom fighter who fought with her parents for generations after generations, has given her a rare action force that has never happened in a century, and put this sparking idea into practice.

The oldest lady who got up early in the morning was Song Song. Although Wei Qian told her not to do heavy work, she was a working woman all her life. Enjoying Qingfu is a skill she cannot learn, so she still insists on selling tea eggs every morning. And boiled corn.

The second one was Wei Qian. Wei Qian didn't find it easy after he went to college. The schedule of science and engineering courses itself is not easy. He still has to squeeze time and spend money everywhere. It is not bad to sleep five hours a day. For the time being on vacation, although the school is no longer necessary, he has caught up with the old bear for the sake of the project, so he needs to get up early to prepare, and there is still a tough battle in the morning meeting.

As for Wei Zhiyuan, their teachers have gone crazy and extraordinary. For a winter vacation, Wei Zhiyuan took three days off for the 30th and 1st day of the first day of school. The rest of the time was in class training. There were no weekends or holidays. Wei Zhiyuan basically got up and left, taking breakfast to eat on the road.

For three reasons, none of them went out after 7:30 in the morning. It was too early, so no one went to wake up Song Xiaobao.

However, this day, the last Wei Qian left locked the door. He was angry and angry, and really did not intend to let Xiaobao run out like a big wild horse all day.

But he didn't know that his behavior was superfluous, nor did he know that Song Xiaobao was no longer at home at this time.

In the middle of the night, Song Xiaobao became more and more unable to think about it, so when the night was quiet, she freed up all the pocket money she had saved, a total of two hundred and fifty cents-because at any time due to one or two minor errors Money, Song Xiaobao has become accustomed to reserve food for himself like a little hamster.

As for the usual expenses, she spent most of it from Wei Zhiyuan.

Xiaobao put the most cold-proof clothes outside, stuffed some clothes in the bag for changing clothes, brought her favorite head flower and hairpin, put the kettle and a bag of bread, and thought so Ready to leave fully.

For a long time in the morning, no one found the busy family.

Wei Qian still tortured the old bear without a break. In the early morning, he put the entire trading model of the project in front of the old bear, and printed it out. It was half a centimeter thick. I didn't know he was so How did it come out in a short time.

This is the prelude to the ghosts ... The old bear reluctantly said, "Your boy is really Wang Ba eating the scales, are you stubborn?"

"The solutions to the several questions you asked me that day, I have written them in." Wei Qian did not tease him, just briefly explained, took a cup and drank half a cup of water-I do not know it was cold Xiao Bao was still angry and angry. He came together early in the morning and felt that his throat was very uncomfortable, and his throat was hurting, like a precursor to inflammation.

The old bear sighed and took over his plan, feeling that he was sitting opposite the living debtor.

He turned it briefly, and was quite amazed. The old bear hired some young people about the same age as Wei Qian, and some of them were whimsical, but they really didn't have the courage of this guy.

The old bear moved his **** and sat upright, coughed, and put on a business-oriented face: "Unless the actual operability is taken into consideration, some places are really a little insightful and quite creative. But the young man running across the street There is no lack of creativity in any one. I don't need a solution of "how bold are people and how productive is the land." There are no ancient people in front of sweetened dumplings? You can try to cook a pot and stand on the street and sell it? You take this thing Can't convince me. "

Wei Qian looked at him and said, "I never whimsical, I can do it when I can write it."

Lao Xiong stared at Wei Qian's eyes. The man's gaze was as warm as ever, but he kept hiding the needle. Wei Qian refused to let it go, saying word by word, "As long as I want, even if it is the moon in the sky, I have to take it down as a moon cake, do you believe it?"

On the surface, Lao Xiong was impassioned, but felt in his heart that this was really what Wei Qian could say, and with Lao Xiong's understanding of him in recent years, he might be able to do it.

For a short while, the old bear was almost infected with the desperate desperation of Wei Qian, and probably the forward-looking and determined people could ignite even the blood of others.

However, it is only "almost" after all.

Lao Xiong sighed in the heart: in the end is young.

Men in their thirties and forties are still energetic in their careers. They are energetic, young and strong, and their ambitions will reach the peak of their lives as the conditions mature. But in their early twenties, the rampage that belongs to a young man It is impossible to find it again.

Lao Xiong can hardly remember what he looked like when he was younger than ten years old. When he looked at Wei Qian, he began to suspect that he was old.

This boy, how come to the point where he can still struggle like nothing?

Maybe Wei Qian is either mentally still thinking that he has nothing, or he is born like a gambler.

Regardless of how many years have passed in Lao Xiong's heart, his fat-faced and loyal face still shows no clue. Lao Xiong crossed his fingers and placed it on the table. He asked Wei Qian word by word: "That Well, I'll discuss the last question with you again, 30 million. Now I can't afford this funding risk. What if I get the money for you and you ca n’t get the project? You ca n’t get the project, you ca n’t get it If there is any guarantee, "cross the bridge" [note] no one dares to do it for you. At that time, just taking up the interest on this money, there will be 10,000 less talk every day. What reason can I bear for you for this capital cost? "

Wei Qian said without blinking, "I have an old man and I ca n’t move the house. Others, I have saved over the past few years, and I can make you a little 200,000. If you promise, I will be tonight In the past, after 20 days, success or failure, I will give you an approximate result. If there is no drama at all, I will sell the iron and return the money to you. "

Lao Xiong shook his head and smiled, "Smash the pot to sell iron, but you haven't sold the house yet, you are not a dead man."

Wei Wei Qian: "Are you promised?"

The old bear thought for a moment, maybe the young man awakened his young blood, or maybe he was moved by the guarantee given to him by Wei Qian. The old bear finally gave in: "Let ’s go, I want to make money for you in these two days However, even if you find a guarantee from my father, you have to be one month in twenty days. In total, I will give you a month and a half. Not to mention planning permission, you must at least give me a land agreement with the government. Then I'm going out this time, and I'll talk to you two hundred and fifty-one. How about that? "

Wei Qian's eyes light up for a moment.

The old bear was afraid that he was so proud that he knocked on the table: "But ugly words, in front of you, your brothers clear the accounts, you really can't take it down, come back early and lose money for me, have you heard?"

Wei Qian showed the first smile in his face for a whole day, and then he felt his throat hurt uncomfortably. Before the smile opened, he was blocked by a cough.

At that moment, the phone in Wei Qian's pocket rang suddenly, and when he looked down, it appeared that the electric call was actually from his home.

Wei Qian sighed tiredly. I don't know what moth the Song Xiaobao was, and even the temples became tight for a while. I drank a few mouthfuls of warm water to suppress the cough. Then, "Hey ... ... "

那 On the other side of the phone, Song Xiaobao, who was n’t here for help, Wei Qian heard Mrs. Song ’s whispering voice: "Her brother, did you go out and lock the door last time?"

Wei Wei Qian: "Well, what's wrong?"

Granny Wu Song: "Xiao Bao is gone!"

Wei Wei Qian: "What?"

He no longer cares about whether the project is fat or lean, and no longer cares about whether it is a gamble or a well-designed contest. The endless snowfall of goose feathers outside the window suddenly leaves only one in Wei Qian's coquettish mind problem--

Where can Xiaobao go in this cold day? Is she rich? Enough clothes? What does she eat? What to drink?

When Wei Qian rushed out of the old bear's office without a soul, he just ran into the bear Xiongzi who came to feed the old bear. Xiong Xizi watched him inexplicably, and asked, "He Is the house on fire? "

Lao Xiong reached out and squeezed a dumpling out of the lunch box. He explained what a "chronic child" was, and he swallowed it without hesitation before answering, "No, the little girl left the house."

Xiong Xiongzi listened, opened her apricot core eyes, raised her palm and gave the old bear a dark cloud cover: "Then what else do you want to eat? Death? Hurry up and find someone to help find it!"

The old bear was almost choked to death by the fierce attack of thunder and thunder that day, slumped on the table, and froze his chest desperately for a long time.

He was holding his wife's face, so he had to obey the decree, with an aggrieved empty stomach, and followed his raging Xiong Xunzi's saddle in front of her horse, helping to find young people who had run away from home-he and Xiaobao had a few sides Fate, knowing how the little girl is lacking in heart, she doesn't think she can go far.

Who hasn't run away from home when he was young and frivolous? After the money is spent, I will come back naturally. Why worry?

Wei Zhiyuan got the news, and temporarily asked for a long day to return. He went home and opened Xiaobao's piggy bank. He took a look inside and asserted, "She took more than 200 yuan."

Granny Wu Song: "Where did she get so much money?"

Wei Weiyuan glanced at her: "... I want it."

Mrs. Song rushed to the doctor in an ill and instinctively caught anyone who complained about her. She patted her thigh and almost brought out her crying voice: "She gives you what you want? What do you get used to her? It doesn't hurt her, this It hurt her! "

"Okay! Don't follow the chaos." Wei Qian walked out of Xiaobao's house, drank Granny Song, reached out to the three fat people on the other side and said, "She should be wearing a white down jacket and carrying A bag ... ah? What does a bag look like? A bag ... "

He said about frowning, the temples became tighter and tighter, and his head became more and more painful, Wei Qian frowned hard at his brows.

Wei Weiyuan gently mentioned him aside: "An orange backpack with a Mickey Mouse head hanging on it."

Wei Qian quickly repeated his words, and then hung up the phone: "I'll go out and find a circle."

The old Mrs. Wu Song immediately jumped up, "I will go too!"

Wei Qian ignored her and left the door.

Wei Weiyuan quickly put on his coat and said to Mrs. Song, "Don't go with you. It's so snowy outside. You can slip and fall. It will be more chaotic. I'll see."

The old Song Song really listened to him.

This was the second time, and she was used to it. When everyone was anxious, Wei Zhiyuan kept his usual calmness unusually. Granny Song never knew whether he was a little chronic or was born with cold blood. You can't get along with the deep emotions.

She doesn't know what can touch Wei Zhiyuan, so it seems that nothing will happen, he just knows what to do at any time.

When Xue Xue touched a human face, the people who shuttled in the heavy snow quickly became wet with their heads and faces. When Wei Zhiyuan caught up with Wei Qian, he felt that his cheeks were reddish abnormally.

Wei Zhiyuan hurried up to him and said to him, "She is neatly quilted. I do n’t think it was likely that she was folded up before leaving. It was because she did n’t sleep last night and walked in the middle of the night. She ca n’t hang out outside. Most likely she called a car and found a place to stay ... Brother, are you sick? "

Wei Qian shook his head: "Where can she live?"

Wei Zhiyuan frowned, thinking for a few seconds, and said clearly: "Xiao Bao has little courage. It is very unlikely that she will go to a strange place in the middle of the night. She was so late yesterday that she would not be able to run to her classmates' home. School Nearby ... It should n’t be possible near the school. She just had an argument with you because of her grade. She shouldn't want to go to school, or should we look for her near her rehearsal? "

Wei Qian stopped and had a splitting headache.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask Xiaobao where the rehearsal was, but he couldn't explain it.

Wei Qian thought with a little blankness, how terribly he ignored his little girl, not even knowing what she likes to play with, who she likes, and where she likes to do things.

究竟 What is he doing all day long?

"I know the place," Wei Zhiyuan observed, and immediately understood what he was thinking, and quickly added, "In the dance classroom of the children's activity center in the city center, I will take you there."

Daxiantian couldn't even hit a car, so he had to wait for one, and the two quickly stopped.

Who knows what's going on halfway, and the front is blocked into an open-air parking lot.

Wei Qian turned back and asked, "How far is it?"

Wei Weizhiyuan said, "One stop or so."

Wei Qian paid the car directly and ran all the way in the snow and ice.

Wei Zhiyuan followed quickly, he still felt that Wei Qian's face was not normal, and caught up to take off his scarf and hung it around Wei Qian's neck.

The two of them walked in the snow for a long time, and the exposed skin was almost numb.

Afterwards, they saw the source of the traffic jam. There seemed to be a traffic accident at the intersection. Several police cars around them had surrounded a large group of people.

Wei Qian was trying to move away from the crowd and suddenly, the passerby's words penetrated into his ears.

"Little girl is not big yet." Someone said, "Sin, why not drive slowly with such heavy snow?"

Wei Qian immediately exploded his scalp, and a vicious coolness climbed onto his spine.

He didn't know how he asked, and when he reacted, he had heard his own voice like someone's mouth.

"... what little girl?"

"I just hit a little girl at the intersection, so I'm 16 or 7 years old. That blood bleeds ... oh, I guess people are stingy enough."

Another person turned back and described him with a gesture: "Well, the traffic light has been broken for a few days, I haven't repaired it myself, and it's snowing so much. I just watched a white wearer just now. Little girl in clothes ... "

Wei Qian could not understand the words behind him. He felt that someone had hit his chest with a hammer, and his sternum was broken. The internal organs were almost stubborn.

For a while, the sky turned.

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Note: Bridge crossing, long-term and short-term loan swaps