Chapter 29: Start reading

Captain Xun ordered, but no one moved.
It ’s okay in a small place, catching thieves all day long is so painful, it ’s easy to encounter such a large case, and all the swarms that can go out to the field followed up, and encountered the most fantastic scene ever.
A group of people looked at their captain with big eyes, and finally, a young comrade asked bravely, "Captain, which one to take away and which one is the main person in charge?"
Captain Geng pulled his face up, raised his chest and made an angry expression of King Kong, and then said with confidence, "How did I know?"
Comrade Xun Yigan continued to stare wide, and only then received the encouragement of his colleague, and once again bravely asked, "Captain, can you tell what this is? What are they doing?"
Captain Bian's face turned blue, and his face drew: "How can I tell?"
Young Young Comrade is desperate: "Captain, can you tell us whether this is a normal business or some kind of unknown triad organization?"
Captain Misfortune's heart was forced into a river, and he had to growl at him: "What the am I telling you?"
豪华 This luxuriously decorated private clubhouse is very puzzling. When they entered the beautifully decorated hall, in the spirit of rich hatred, the captain instinctively put on a fierce look and raised his work permit to order the responsible person to come out.
A row of receptionists looked at them with blank expressions. Suddenly, there was a security-like person who seemed to be pulling the horns, and ran away with a pale face.
Captain Pu's first reaction was that this man was the murderer and yelled, "Stop!"
Captain Aunty took the lead. Although other people didn't know what this man was doing, they couldn't lag behind the leader, so he started chasing.
This escape and chase quickly inspired the group effect. It was calm and suddenly not sure what kind of battle it was, and followed the rapid strategic shift.
In a blink of an eye, a group of security guards with large waists and round waists all looked like good women who met rogues, and they ran faster than rabbits.
There is only one row of beautiful girls who are swollen and shrunk together, their faces are like dysmenorrhea.
The person who ran in front happened to meet the lobby manager who was patrolling in the middle of the corridor. The lobby manager was a senior thug. When the lobby manager saw this, he thought it was a rage and pulled out a pistol from his waist. Others easily did n’t treatment.
刚 He just wanted to scold the security guard who almost rushed into his arms, and said the same thing when he saw the goods: "Staff! A lot of police!"
The lobby manager said, "Impossible!"
There were several running behind him, shouting as if "the wolf is here": "I fuck, how can there be a note!"
The lobby manager hesitated for two seconds, hesitantly hesitated for a while between "settling the note" and "decisive retreat", and resolutely retreated.
After this chase, something happened.
I chase to the end, I blame Zhao Laojiu. Zhao Laojiu is too aggressive. It is a top thorn of Hu Siye. What is illegal and disciplinary, only others can't think of it. He can't do it without him.
Anyone who can get on the stage looks down on him. What he sees is basically a case. When he sees a police officer, he instinctively thinks something is wrong.
The guests who run faster than them are the guests. The guests are either from the wrong way or have heads and faces. They are all happy to play. No one wants to stick to the slip, one by one. Dissolve.
老 Zhao Lao Jiu had the same question in his heart: "I fuck, how can there be a rule?"
But he had to support the scene and couldn't jump up and down. Zhao Laojiu wiped a cold sweat. He didn't receive any news. He recalled it carefully, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong. He wanted to break his head, and couldn't think of what these police officers did. Could it be that you owe utilities?
Zhao Laojiu whispered to one of his men, "Evacuate everyone first-nonsense, of course, evacuate the boxers, the guests are all loach, use your reminders to run early! Except for the waitresses and the inexperienced, no one Don't stay ... forget it, then there will be waitresses. Ask someone to get the business license ready, maybe I'll take a trip with them in a while, and come back soon, rest assured, I'm sure it's okay, you asked someone to take the scene I cleaned up all the chips, especially the chips and "medicine". I told the outside that all models on the stage were invited, and they were of a performance nature, and then immediately notified Hu Siye. "
He was stunned by sudden changes, and whispered, "So ... what if something happens?"
老 Zhao Lao Jiu gave him a vicious glance: "Put your mother's fart!"
His men, like him, sweated coldly, did not dare to squeak, and turned to arrange.
I was just like that, Wei Qian was evacuated.
When the waves crash, the tiny plankton can get out of it quietly, and nobody cares about them.
Wei Qian left the boxing arena and went straight to the train station.
Immediately after Wu entered the station, he was almost beaten by Wei Zhiyuan.
He Sanfa and Xiao Yuan have been waiting for him here all afternoon.
Just after noon of the day, San Fat received Wei Zhiyuan under the hot sun and the sweat, and when he met, he asked anxiously, "Where is your brother? Where is it? Ah? You sent it to a little rabbit." What is my address? What is he doing there? "
Wei Zhiyuan: "He who fights in black."
Three fat voices raised octave: "What? I you two uncles! Will your two little cubs give Lao Tzu two more days?"
Wei Weiyuan looked at him silently.
Wu Sanfei continued to growl: "Less to pretend to be pitiful, and still not take me over to collect him?"
Wei Zhiyuan calmly said, "My brother won't let you go to him."
Three fat opened his mouth-and also came over, whether they contacted them or made an alarm, they were all carried out in secret. Wei Qian wanted to make this look completely a stupid coincidence. Walk around.
So as a stranger, San Fat must not appear in the sight of any one person. They can't cause even a little suspicion to be enough for them to drink a pot.
Sansan Fat: "Where do you go?"
Wei Zhiyuan raised his hand and showed the three turtles on the back of his hand to San Fat. He touched his head and said, "Hey, it looks so good, looks just like your brother-what is this bear child?" Is it still time to draw the turtle? "
Wei Weiyuan pointed at the turtle shell: "This is my brother's painting, brother three. Look carefully. The turtle shell is an inverted railway road sign. Let's go to the train station."
I was just like this, San Fat and Wei Zhiyuan came to the train station. From the scorching sun to the sky until the sun went down, the anxiety in the hearts of the big one, the young and the two was burned into the fire.
While holding his arm and not letting go, Wei Zhiyuan drew a book from his clothes which was clipped to his belt. It was the old math textbook full of turtles brought by Wei Qian. The cover was covered by children. Sweat soaked.
Wei Qian took it in his hands and didn't know what to say.
At the beginning, San Sanfei was even more excited than Xiao Yuan. He could hardly help himself. The whole person became a huge watering can, and the spitting star sprayed Wei Qian's face.
It's a pity that the warmth of this dead fat man only lasted for a few minutes. As soon as the excitement passed, he turned away and didn't recognize anyone, which made people fully experience what is called "fat is fickle."
He pulled Wei Qian into the corner of no one, changing the pattern, using two methods of "putting facts to reason" and "greeting his ancestors and cursing mothers", and opened a cannon at Wei Qian in two ways. The role conversion was natural and decent, as if he Not alone.
In the end, San Fat reached a conclusion he thought reasonable with a long story: "Wei Qian, today I want to tell you a major discovery in the scientific world-you are a big fool!"
Wei Qian, who was rigorously demonstrated by science as stupid, was speechless and had to scold him.
When the three of them came, they were all in hard seats. They went back a luxury and bought a sleeper.
It's a pity that the sleeper is not as comfortable as the hard seat, because the grunt of Comrade Three Fat is so rock-shattered that he almost shakes the train out of the track several times, and this dead fat man has no consciousness, and sleeps very early, and can get up Very late.
Several passengers next to him saw him almost as a class enemy. In the end, everyone lay on the bed in unison, covered their ears, buried their heads in the pillows, and spent a long time sleeping in this posture like a dodging bomb.
When Wei Qian couldn't sleep, he was lying on his back to calculate his family's finances. There was almost no cost for this trip, plus home delivery, plus a little meager savings, he now owns a total of 30,000. A dollar.
An average of four people in their family can live a very affluent five to six hundred dollars a month. In a year, as long as they do not swell, tuition, and living expenses add up, it will not exceed 6,000. If he can find a place to work in the winter and summer holidays and holidays There are still a thousand and eight hundred more to feed Mazi.
I can breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.
When Wei Qian was thinking about livelihood issues one by one, his upper bunk moved suddenly, and then a black head came out blindly and looked at him in the air.
谦 Wei Qian unexpectedly looked up and was startled by the burning eyes on his small head, so he scolded: "Wei Yuanyuan, what the are you doing, sleep!"
Wei Weiyuan was scolded, not sad at all, seemed happy, and retracted his head.
Wei Qian withdrew his thoughts. These days, he has been tense and a bit weak. After getting used to the noise, even though the ears are crying with a terrifying cry, he slowly raises a trace of sleepiness, just as he is about to get confused. In the past, the little head on the bunk came out sneakily like a thief.
Wei Qian held up his body half-heartedly, leaned out his head and went to the upper bunk: "Are you full? Are you okay to see what I do?"
Wei Zhiyuan immediately lay back obediently.
Wei Qian thought that it was the first time the child was sitting in the sleeper fresh, so he pulled him a quilt, and lowered his voice: "If you can't sleep, plug your ears. If you can't sleep, just kick the fat man."
Wei Weiyuan gave a soft reply, still staring at him.
谦 Wei Qian climbed down, covered his ears as he learned from others, rolled his head into the pillow, and closed his eyes.
After a while, Wei Qian suddenly wanted to understand in the darkness. Wei Zhiyuan was not in trouble, he kept his head out to see if he was still there.
I was terrified of this little cub, Wei Qian thought, shouldn't take him out.
When the two brothers returned home, they were naturally shouted and asked by the old lady, Wei Zhiyuan pretending to be stupid, and the fire of the old lady's gunfire blasted to Wei Qian: "Where are you so much money? Where did you go? Did something bad happen? You talk! "
She was like a large fly, buzzing in Wei Qian's ears. He could not bear to run away from home, and deposited the remaining 25,000 households in a bank. He didn't tell grandma, and saved her Noise.
I waited for him to walk around a large circle and found that Mrs. Song was still very strict and did not want to let him go. Wei Qian finally convinced and said impatiently, "I'm going to sell blood, let's go!"
The old lady of Wu Song gaped, "Sell ... what?"
Wei Qian's attitude is getting worse and worse: "Sold two catties of blood, one kidney, you ask enough, can I stop?"
This remark was nonsense, but Granny Song didn't think so. She hadn't read a day's book and only heard about selling blood, but she did n’t know that human blood was not an apple or watermelon. Wei Qian's whitish and thin face immediately believed.
Wei Qian intended to make her less annoying, but did not expect to have such a consequence.
I only listened to Mrs. Song's bright voice of ten miles and eight villages, crying with dramatic effects, and a prelude with a bare chest and a plan to hang him.
Xiao Xiaobao and Xiao Yuan glanced at each other, and then cast their overwhelming gazes on the big brother. The big brother's expression was blank for half a minute, and Xiao Yuan felt the corners of his eyes twitch.
Wei Qian squatted next to Mrs. Song, and stretched out her fingers with care to prepare the mould switch, poked her back, and quickly retracted, and coughed, "So what ... cough, don't cry."
The snot and tears in the face of Mrs. Song simmered in a pot: "I'm in trouble! I'm an old lady in the countryside ... I can't do anything! I can make a mess! Let the children sell blood and kidneys. Is that what people do? Why am I still dead ... what am I doing alive ... ''
Although Wei Qian was not at a loss, but could not do anything, he quietly listened to the old lady's set of crying words, and felt that there was some smirking. He said fortunately that he didn't tell her to go to the black boxing, otherwise he would have to take this old thing. Scared alive.
这 Apart from this absurd ridicule, he felt a little strange consolation.
句话 The phrase "Let the child sell blood and kidney" straight into his heart socket. From childhood to large, few people use "child" to call him.
In Wei Qian's view, the word "child" is not a neutral noun describing humans at a certain age-he thinks that the neutral noun should be "cub"-and the name "child" seems to represent a certain This kind of special care, tolerance and affection from adults or elders.
Alas ... that's something he never got.
Wei Qian was a little embarrassed. After the old lady's crying was weak, he took out a roll of toilet paper from the table and handed it to her: "Hey, don't cry, I was just talking about it, I lied to you . "
The old lady Song Song cursed cursingly: "You are a bastard! What the did you do?"
Wei Qian talked nonsense and didn't even draw the draft: "A friend of mine has some ways, dragged me into the company, shipped some goods to the south, and ran a few trucks ..."
Granny Wu Song: "You fart, why don't you pee and look at your face?"
"I ..." Wei Qian couldn't help but let her cheer up, "Do you know how long we have to run on the road a day? The truck is on the high speed for more than ten hours a day, the car eats and sleeps in the car, the wind blows the sun, Who can have a good complexion? I'm not immortal again. "
Old Song Song looked at him suspiciously.
"Really." Wei Qian was the same as the real thing. "Three brothers also went. Do n’t believe you ask him. The goods we pulled from the factory in Guangdong went directly to the north and the price doubled. What's the value of giving me a few thousand dollars for labor? "
Anyway, San Fat will lie for him.
The old Mrs. Wu Song was a little suspicious. After a while, she said, "Then ... then open your clothes and let me see. Someone said that there is a hole in the waist of the kidney."
After saying that, she would have to pick up Wei Qian's clothes.
Wei Qian jumped up from the ground and took a big step back: "What are you doing? Men and women don't accept each other! You are all so old and you want to have a good face?"
The older Mrs. Song Song became more and more uncomfortable when he heard him, rolled up a book smoothly, and drew his head on Wei Qian's body and said, "I make your mouth full and make you dishonest ..."
I sipped it like this, she finally forgot about picking up Wei Qian's clothes, which was a pass.
In the summer, the time passed quickly, Song Xiaobao's unintelligible thing began to make up for the homework crazy, three fats often came around, and Granny Song went out to sell things during the day. This brother and sister occupied a corner by themselves. Their books are quiet, as if their home from gongs and drums has become a large study room, full of academic atmosphere.
Sometimes San Fat has been sitting for a long time and feels uncomfortable.
Wei Qian changed into a clean white T-shirt, her hair was neatly arranged, and when the heart was not clear, the gloom between the eyebrows would dissipate and look like an ordinary middle school student.
In September, he finally returned to the campus where he had been away for more than three years, and resumed a high school life full of regularity and goodness.
Every morning, he rides a bicycle to the place where Mrs. Song goes to sell eggs. Then she takes a corn and an egg from her pot and takes it to school. After eight lessons a day, he goes to school on a busy schedule. Time ran out of the school quickly, and took the old lady by bike to her home, and then rushed back home from school to pick up some food to catch up with her for self-study.
There is an adult who can take care of his family. Wei Qian unloads more than half of the burden. He is grateful to his grandmother.
In fact, Wei Qian didn't finish the first year of high school, but in order to save time, he went directly to the second year of high school led by Mr. Li. Although he had been reading in the summer vacation, the first monthly exam was still not ideal, and he barely entered the middle and lower reaches.
However, Wei Qian didn't think there was a big deal. Without a bottom, it means that he can keep up. By the time of the middle school exam, he had risen from the middle and lower reaches to the upper and middle reaches.
He reads as much as showing his brother when he was a thug, and has achieved remarkable results-the so-called "hard work", not just climbing in the middle of the night, more than others reading books, more than others doing a few questions Is it?
This "bitterness" method is nothing to Wei Qian at all.
的 When the final exam was due, Wei Qian rose completely from the upper reaches to the upper reaches, becoming an easy-going and handsome student in a school ... This was an unimaginable identity more than half a year ago.
Unfortunately, he is the head of the family at home. Mrs. Song is a small business to help people every day. She is too busy to go out early and return to the group. No one dares to ask his grades. Too obvious to undermine the majesty of the head of his family.
He really broke him.
憋 until the Chinese New Year, Song Lao sent them red envelopes, cooked dumplings, dinner table, and then thought of asking Wei Qian: "Her brother, how are you studying? What is the test?"
Wei Qian, hold on to the first lunar new year money of his life, and say, "You can control it wide."
Old Song Song laughed cheerfully and scolded him, "Tunzi, talk!"
Wei Qian then reported the achievements and rankings in a pretentious manner, as if it were trivial matters that were not worth mentioning. She had to ask to make it difficult to say a word.
Suddenly, Granny Song's hand that stirred the boiling water in the dumpling pan stopped suddenly. After a while, she carefully asked, "Well ... this is enough for college?"
Students at key high schools never take "admission to college" seriously, and their goal is to get to the "best university" as much as possible.
However, the cultural person that Granny Song has been in contact with is limited. Usually, those students and white-collar workers who patronize her business, she regards others as the service of another class. She never thought that there would be one in her own home ... the "class".
上 "Going to college" is a humble and out of reach dream in her mind.
Wei Qian inadvertently "um".
Mrs. Song was so full of heart that she couldn't express her excitement. Until many days later, Wei Qian was about to start school. When she went to pick her up at her part-time job in the afternoon, she also heard her bragging about the people who worked with her: "My grandson is a key high school. Teachers say that it will be okay to go to college afterwards."
Wei Qian heard it from a distance and muttered: "Old things, they really put gold on their faces, who is your grandson?"
Even though he said so, when he walked past the cart, he said nothing, "Grandma, go."
All the suffering and end of the burden are the time of this world.
You can have nothing, as long as your spirit is still there-2013 Shanghai Jiaotong University President's graduation speech.