Chapter 37: Start reading

Wei Qian didn't open his eyes, just answered him very lightly.
Xiong Xiongzi installed a chic reading lamp on the sofa, and Wei Zhiyuan reached out and twisted it away. The warm light spilled out and covered the entire sofa.
It is not dazzling or yellowish, like the sunlight of a winter afternoon, creating the right comfort of "adding a point of conceit, short of a point is not enough".
Wei Zhiyuan turned on the light for the first time, fumbled twice to find the switch, and then he stunned-the light was wonderfully inlaid with a light gold edge on Wei Qian's body, even the scarf he hadn't had time to take off. It seemed to soften into a mass of snow, hiding half of his chin.
Wei Qian tilted her face and reached out to block her eyes from the light. The shadow of that arm was connected with the slender eyebrows, as if she had not been in the crow feather horns.
Yan Huayun is restrained and the streamer is hidden.
Wei Zhiyuan's heart jumped violently. For a long time, longing and reason have become two lingering forces entangled in his heart. The latter has tens of millions of truths, and the former has only one thing—think, like, and give up like a broken heart .
At this moment, Wei Zhiyuan felt that the tens of thousands of truths in his chest were collapsing, leaving only a solitary lighthouse like a pillar, and the stagnant light fell on a person.
The juvenile's throat moved involuntarily. It took a while before holding back his undulating mood, pushing Wei Qian a moment, and whispering, "Go to sleep in the room, it's cold."
Wei Qian held down his hand and shook his head weakly.
Wei Weiyuan looked at his face: "Brother, did you drink too much? May I pour you a glass of water?"
Wei Qian shook his head again, his frown gradually wrinkled. After a while, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes halfway, glanced at Wei Zhiyuan, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me, go to sleep. "
Wei Weiyuan stared at him indefinitely, "What happened to you?"
Wei Qian was silent for a while, he felt very tired, he didn't want to say a word, especially he didn't want to deal with children.
He may be too uncomfortable in his heart, or he may be drunk, Wei Qian suddenly looked away, and Wei Zhiyuan was surprised to find a flash of fragility on his face.
Wei Qian said mutely, "I am a bit uncomfortable."
After he said this, he regretted it. Wei Qian felt that the gate in his heart had been missed by him for a while, and actually opened a small slit. He quickly and laboriously blocked it back, lest a trace of it be revealed again.
He closed his mouth and closed his eyes, no longer speaking, pretending to be dizzy and drunk, trying to sleep.
Wei Zhiyuan waited for a while, but unfortunately did not wait for any follow-up expressions, so he went into Wei Qian's bedroom silently, took a blanket out of it, put it on Wei Qian, turned around, poured a cup of warm water, and left. Go to the kitchen, take out the remaining bowl of rice at night, brew it with hot water, then cut some leaf ham, beat a bowl of egg flowers, cook on the fire together for a while, cook until the rice grains are soft When it was so glutinous that it burst out, and it was difficult to separate it from the milky white rice soup, Wei Zhiyuan stirred it with a spoon, sprinkled a handful of salt, and turned off the fire.
Wei Zhiyuan will make a lot of simple supper. He often wakes up hungry in the middle of the night when he grows up, and he is used to climbing up to find something to eat.
"It's uncomfortable to drink two sips while it's hot, and you're done." Wei Zhiyuan shoved a spoon into his hand, sat under the lamp himself, picked up a book, and accompany him quietly.
The hot air of the congee slaps his face, with a special fragrance.
Wei Qian stayed for a while, sat up sternly, and stood up to drink. His cold fingertips were lightly blood-colored by some hot porcelain bowls, and the stones in his stomach were miraculously turned away.
The word "home" seems to have melted into a bowl of porridge rice soup that was cooked over a small pot over a slow fire.
I seem to be able to cure all diseases.
Wei Zhiyuan stayed with him until Wei Qian stood up and went back to bed to sleep. Then he packed up the chopsticks, turned off the lights, and returned to his bedroom.
He has a cardboard box under his bed. Although it didn't take long to move to his new home, he has accumulated a lot of things in his cardboard box.
At the top is an old yellowed photo of Wei Qian. Below it is a dozen pornographic magazines that are mostly unopened.
Alas ... unconventional, there is no woman in it.
Wei Weiyuan initially read two books out of curiosity, and soon lost interest in the same uniform physiological response to conditioned reflexes. However, when Wei Zhiyuan was tugged by two conflicting moods before, he always irrationally kept these bomb-like things under his bed. Although he has always been hiding, he always has a faint madness, hoping to be brother Discover the desire.
What a pity, Wei Qian was too relieved about him. He never turned over his things and never found out.
Now that the contradictions in Wei Zhiyuan's heart have been resolved, he has made up his mind, so he decides to deal with them and start his step by step.
Wei Weiyuan pulled out his big brother's photo and put it in a carry-on bag. The next day he mixed the magazines under the bed with other books and took them out for disposal.
What a pity this time, luck seemed to abandon him.
Wei Zhiyuan's bed was a bit short. The cartons had to be turned upside down to drag out. Xiaobao kept urging outside when she went out early in the morning. Wei Zhiyuan spoke in response to her. A flipped magazine rolled to the deepest place under the bed. Did not hear.
In order to prevent omissions, Wei Zhiyuan also made a sweep under the bed with a long hanger to ensure foolproofness. However, when it reached the innermost, the hanger caught the leg of the bed again, and finally it was taken down.
The magazine that was lying quietly under the bed leg turned into a "beautiful lamp under black", and he did not scan it out.
As soon as the snow fell, the winter vacation soon came.
Wei Zhiyuan started training again-Song Xiaobao thought he was weird. After playing Wei Zhiyuan for the first time without jumping with her, Xiao Bao felt that he had actually jumped to a different dimension. Since then, he has lived a fiery day and never watched it. In the evening TV, there are no winter and summer vacations, and they come out early and return home for several years.
In addition to helping grandma and big brother do things after returning home, most of the time I also hid in my own room to do the questions.
The old lady Song Song no longer went out to pick up the tatters, but she still bundled the calculation paper and exercise books used by Wei Zhiyuan each month to sell them, and could buy a large bowl of fried field snails.
In this case, Song Xiaobao, a normal girl, almost made Wei Zhiyuan a backward student who had no knowledge or skill.
But even so, Xiaobao didn't have any opinion on her little brother. The main reason was that Wei Qian Lao Ka had her pocket money, but it was not so far away from Wei, so Wei Zhi Yuan became her main eater, and she became half Food and clothing parents.
The twenty-fourth month of the twelfth month of the twelfth lunar month was already in its prime, but Wei Qian quarreled with the old bear in the office.
It's still about the project in the field. It was introduced by a friend of the old bear at that time. The local government circled a business circle. Now it has gradually become a climate. The surrounding residential land has risen to a high level and became fat. Staring eyes.
Lao Xiong is very self-aware and does not intend to kick, but just brings Wei Qian's long experience in the past.
In the end, this insight will cause problems.
Wei Qian almost fell in love with that acacia disease. For a period of time, three words were inseparable from that project, and it was almost to the point of going into flames and tea, but now it is midwinter, and the winter in the north cannot start construction. Therefore, this time is the best time to pick up the land and run the various pre-procedures. If the efficiency is high, it will be thawed in the spring of the next year and you can do it as soon as possible.
For this matter, Wei Qian and saw him in the old bear's office for more than half a month.
Three fats are playing Tetris in the old bear's house. The old bear is graciously pulling away the ashes from the incense burner. Wei Qian sits opposite him and looks at his leisurely bear-like appearance. I ca n’t wait for the big fan to blow the ashes into his nostrils. in.
"You give me 30 million, and I promise to make it for you."
The old bear reached out to embrace the wind, guarded his incense carefully, and said to Wei Qian with a sad face, "Not to mention you can't do it, hey, brother, do you look like your brother and I look like 30 million?" "
Wei Qian: "That's not the problem, you're not saying ..."
The old bear waved his hand to stop his mouth, carefully stroked a match, lighted the incense, covered the incense burner, took a big sip, took a sniff, shook his head, and blinked a few times, as if the next moment Sneezing-This product is completely used as a snuff bottle.
Then he chewed peony to Takaya Ken's evaluation of Fengya's Ayaka: "Scent!"
Wei Qian rolled his eyes.
Lao Xiong just pouted and said to him, "Young man, let the fame and fate be rushed, it is really impossible to find the North."
Wei Qian lifted Erlang's legs, leaned heavily on the back of the chair, arms around his chest, and jumped with blue muscles to endure the old bear.
"I said it earlier, your boy is quick and quick, and thought he was a bit savvy after going out a few times?" The old bear poem replied stupidly. "I read the feasibility analysis you wrote, hey, all It is nonsense. A large piece of fat is placed there, and an analysis of the fart is made, but everyone who is not stupid wants to bite. But you don't want to think about it, why should the fat make you bite? Your tooth mouth is gold Inlaid? "
San fat shivered.
Old bear glanced at him: "What are you doing?"
Twenty-Three Fat said, "Can you change the tone, Boss Bear? I feel like there are hundreds of snails crawling on me when you talk like that, it's strange."
Old bear: "..."
Twenty-Three Fat whispered to Wei Qian and said, "My obedience, 30 million, not 3,000 yuan. Don't let the lion open your mouth and just open your mouth, you'll be scared to death."
The old bear hummed and said, "Qianer, if you are clever, if you are half and half stable and smooth, it will become a great tool in the future."
Twenty-three fat patted his thighs: "No!"
After a moment, San Fat thought about it again and said, "Wait, it didn't seem to praise me? Was it not smart to run on me?"
"Your name is Dazhi Ruoyu." The old bear calmed him and continued to say to Wei Qian, "how many people are staring at the land-okay, even if your bear brother and dog fight against the man once, against our grandfather, give it to you You get these 30 million, but you want to poke the project at 30 million? Do n’t dream of kid, you ca n’t even take it down, believe it or not?

Wei Qian was silent for a moment, and Shen Sheng said, "You mean, we're not ready yet, we don't have the power of a battle, right?"
The old bear felt a smoky nose and itching, so he tilted his head and gave a snot, and said with a sigh of sigh, "You just saw it? Then you should wear pair of glasses."
Wei Qian ignored him and ran his eyes sharply at the old bear: "Boss Bear, according to what you mean, we will never be ready. The plums that no one picks on the road are bitter, and there are mouths under every good project. This is just a small project in a third-tier city. The big consortia and big state-owned enterprises are too lazy to watch it. It is already the lowest and most ideal threshold we can find now. Do n’t even think about entering the door. Do n’t you notice? Land prices are going up, can you be sure you are preparing faster than it? If it ’s too late?

Old bear said leisurely, "That's life."
Wei Qian patted the handle of the chair fiercely: "If I give up my life, I can't live long enough to sit with you today!"
Boss Xiong didn't go against him, still leaning on his chair relaxedly, and asked easily, "How about we can't get in the door now, how about it? Do you have the qualifications? Do you get the project? Are you in the place? Does the government have a connection? Is the permit issued? Can you have enough money? You can borrow 18 million yuan from the East to the West. In the event that the site is open for auction, have you ever taken it? I have never played a card, and dare to come to the table with a piece of Ba Mao chips. The dealer makes a big bet to squeeze you out. "
Wei Weiqian: "You are talking about problems, but they are not helpless."
Old bear immediately pressed the desktop gently: "Where is the solution? You say!"
Wei Qian paused.
Lao Xiong slowed down, "I admire your spirit of seeing opportunities and desperately trying to seize them, but ah ... guys, be honest!"
A young man in his twenties and a mature man in his thirties were sitting on either side of a business table. In the end, the older ones won.
Lao Xiong stepped in all directions to call and asked his leader what food to buy at night.
Yun Sanfei came over and patted Wei Qian's shoulder: "Young man, let's go."
Wei Qian shook off his bear's paw: "Get out, talk less about the wind."
The heavy snow drowned the entire city. The cheerful three-chubby and thoughtful Wei Qian were like a pair of unconscious and unhappy, and one person took two packages of hot pot and various dishes and went home.
On the road, San Fat asked Wei Qian: "Don't you dream of being a scientist in a lab coat? Why didn't you get a graduate entrance examination this year?"
Wei Qian seems to be thinking about something else, and heard the words stunned: "Have I said that?"
Twenty-three fat: "You're a mouse, don't you forget your claws?"
谦 Wei Qianzai recalled it carefully, showing a little self-mockery on his somber face like Tian, ​​"I thought I could be a scientist when I was in college, and now I am aware of the mistake and are working hard to correct it."
Twenty-Three Fat could n’t say why, and asked a little bit:
Efforts to correct technical problems and move towards the goal?

Wei Qian smiled lightly and gave a sigh of relief: "Work hard to correct the route and stay away from the impossible land of Utopia-I still don't believe it, I have to do this project."
She is a pastime. If Song Xiaobao can be as worry-free as Wei Zhiyuan, don't say she wants nothing more than a dance as a pastime, she just plays bungee all day, and Wei Qian doesn't care.
I ca n’t do it now. Song Xiaobao is a funeral of absolute funeral.
Wei Qian looked critically at Xiaobao who didn't dare to lift his head in front of him. He really looked sideways to see if it was not pleasing to the eye. In the winter, Xiaobao wore a red sweater and a small plaid that were considered indecent by Wei Qian. Short skirt, a small face became whiter, long satin-like hair draped over the shoulders, unwilling to comb it for the smell, and with a smile, the eyebrows and eyes became fashionable, and the standard goose egg face had red lips and white teeth.
The girl in the twenty-eighth year has a beautiful, burning eye on her body.
Wei Qian did not appreciate it at all. He thought that good girls should have short hair, so they should wear unsuitable school uniforms, drag a leg that was obviously longer, and wear a jacket that was pulled down to the knees.
It seems that only the simple and ugly men and women who are indistinguishable from men and women, with short waists and long legs, are the ones who should be serious.
He unknowingly remembered the girl who met in Xiong Xunzi that day. The beauty of pure women made him feel sick. He linked that beauty with bad, unclean and dusty things, when they appeared in small When Bao was on his body, Wei Qian began to feel some kind of crisis.
He feels that Xiaobao has grown beyond his psychological safety scope and is out of the circle.
The fiery red dress and the small that were deliberately highlighted made Wei Qian feel that the pure land in his heart was contaminated, and his shameful and secret memory was annoyed. The five-point fire in his heart suddenly skyrocketed to ten.
越 The more angry Wei Qian is, the calmer his expression becomes. His dark eyes glanced at Xiaobao and said lightly, "Are you on vacation?"
Wu Xiaobao nodded and nodded.
Who knows the next sentence is her sunny thunderbolt.
Wei Qian said, "Just tomorrow is free, I will take you to cut your hair."
"Did I be too indulgent towards you?" Wei Qian looked at her attire, and didn't feel enough to make up for it. "Look at what you're wearing? What does it look like? Like a student?"
Qi Song Xiaobao's mind was blank and speechless.
Mrs. Song was finally completely caught in the middle. On the one hand, as an elder, she also hoped that Xiaobao would be able to excel and understand Wei Qian's autocracy and unreasonableness. On the other hand, as a woman, she could also understand that the young granddaughter is beautiful. Mood.
"That ... her brother," Granny Song couldn't help but say something for Xiaobao. "Have your hair first? They seem to have to perform when the Chinese New Year. It is said that there are TV stations ..."
"Dancing?" Wei Qian's cold words finally broke all of Song Xiaobao's hopes. "The book read like this, and there is still a face to dance? I will ask you for a home tutor during the winter vacation. Do n’t go anywhere. Stay at home. . "
He had a lot of prestige at home, and Song Xiaobao actually dare to catch him when he was in a good mood, and he wouldn't fight against him. However, for a girl of this age, cutting hair is already a kind of torture. Asking her to dance is as serious as ruining her entire "career" and imprisoning her completely.
So Song Xiaobao broke out just like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai who resisted the feudal leaders: "You have no reason at all! You have to say whatever you want, you are the great dictator, you are Napoleon, you are Hitler!"
She was so embarrassed that she could name a few historical figures, and when she heard it, she knew that she was inexperienced in school. Hitler didn't even care about it, what happened to Napoleon? Wei Qian didn't figure out whether she was scolding herself or boasting about herself. So he said even more heartily, "Yeah, I just have the final say."
When Song Xiaobao saw that there was no turning point, he immediately spilled out: "I won't cut it! I won't cut it! Cut my hair, I ... I'll show it to you!"
Wei Qian leaned on the sofa and looked at her coolly: "Dead to show me? Okay, I saw it, you are dead."
If Comrade Song Xiaobao really has the urinary nature of dying, she would have already become a pedant in this junior high school, and she still needs to jump with him here?
Xiaobao's ability to cry, make trouble, and hang him was still learned from grandma. If grandma was a senior vixen at first, if it wasn't for Wei Qian's obstruction to her sister's jeopardy, she would be the youngest version of the elder brother who ca n’t fight—let alone Xiaobao only After learning for a while, the elder brother now is not as good as he was now, and he has become refined.
The old Mrs. Song loved nothing and couldn't bear to look, but didn't look at it, turned silently to the kitchen to clean up.
Wei Weiyuan pretended to be dead on one side, and there was no silence from the beginning to the end.
Seeing that there was no hope, Song Xiaobao finally burst into tears.
Her hair is so beautiful, everyone will praise it when she sees it. She tried her best to stand out from a group of gray-faced elementary and middle school students. Before she could feel good about herself, she was trampled on mercilessly.
No matter what, at this moment, Song Xiaobao hated this cold-hearted big brother.
So she said without hesitation: "I know, you just don't like me! You have always favored my second brother. He has been spending more money than me since he was a kid! You also bought him a computer secretly! You What did you give me? You do n’t even show me a good face! "
Wei Qian almost made her angry.
Not to mention which one is biological, even if they are all biological, brothers will hurt their sisters more.
Wei Qian finally calmed down a bit, and patiently explained to her: "I am biased? Xiao Yuan skips the two grades, exempts the focus of the exam, and the exam grade is the first. He never spends money arbitrarily and never goes out on vacation Run, even if you compare him with ambition, okay? You ... "
He rarely said such a thing, but Song Xiaobao couldn't listen at all.
"You're just partial!" She screamed, "I'm your sister! I know why you don't like me! Don't you hate me just because of your mother?"
谦 Wei Qian's temple began to jump suddenly.
And Song Xiaobao still didn't know what to do, and he jumped on his heels and said, "You hate mom, you will continue to hate me when mom is dead! If you think she is ashamed, I will be ashamed! I do n’t learn anything because I think I ca n’t learn at all! My mother is a chicken, and her daughter is ... "
谦 Wei Qian's fierce slap has greeted him.
His slap screamed with a fierce wind, Song Xiaobao's mind was blank, and he didn't know to hide, but this slap did not hit her face, because Wei Zhiyuan, who pretended to be dead, finally came out to stop it.
He hugged Wei Qian's waist from one side, dragged him backwards, pressed his feet on the sofa, and turned his head to mourn the unfortunate glare of Song Xiaobao: "Don't shut up yet! "