Chapter 11: Start reading

That day, Wei Qian got up late in the morning. He intermittently had a vague dream the night before. He couldn't remember the content of the dream as soon as he opened it, but it was definitely not pleasant. He got up until his chest. All were oppressed.
He sat by the bed for two seconds, and suddenly remembered that the two cubs had to go to school. They hadn't landed breakfast, and quickly got up. Who knew that he went to the kitchen and found that Wei Zhiyuan was stirring the water with a large spoon seriously? Frozen dumplings in a pan.
谦 Wei Qian leaned against the kitchen door and asked softly, "Why don't you call me?"
Wei Weiyuan turned back and smiled at his fangs, exposing two white tiger teeth that were terribly white, and very flattering.
Wei Qian touched his head and turned into the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes hard—the eyelids jumped without knowing what was going on.
He waited for him to wash his face before Wei Qian remembered that he wanted to fry some fritters as early as this morning.
Wei Zhiyuan cooked a pot of dumplings meticulously like doing a chemical experiment. Three people just sat down at the dining table. Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs, as if something had fallen down, followed by a horribly sharp ear Scream, and follow it.
Wei Qian held the bowl and pushed open the window and glanced down. Then, he jumped up as if he had burned his butt, and couldn't even care about eating. He grabbed his wallet and ran downstairs.
I only had a quick time to say, "You two go to school by yourself, slow down the road."
A few minutes later, San Fat upstairs followed, and at this time there was a circle of people downstairs.
What happened was that Mazi's family had an early stand.
Ramie gets off work early in the morning and helps his mother to spread the breakfast early. The fried dough sticks sell soy milk, and they are not collected until around 9:30.
The morning stall is open-air, with a few simple tables and chairs, a soy milk bucket and a pan.
The reason was that a taxi drove over. The road was not usually taken because it was too narrow. A car came in and occupied almost the entire road. The driver did not know whether he was lost or accidentally broke in, so he was careful in the taxi. As the ground drove forward, an electric tricycle suddenly turned around at the intersection.
The owner of the electric tricycle was on the road, driving fast, turning around and finding that there was a car ahead, and it was too late to brake.
The owner of the electric three-wheeler instinctively twisted the handlebars. The car rushed to the side of the road by inertia and hit the stall holding the oil pan without a buffer. Mazi mother fry the fried dough sticks just behind the oil pan. The hot oil poured down and splashed on her, and even the oil pan was gone, and the tricycle arch that could not be stopped went out more than one meter away.
When Wei Qian violently pushed the crowd into the crowd, his scalp exploded, because it was hot, and Mazi only wore very thin short sleeves and cropped pants. Large exposed skin was exposed to hot oil. You can't watch it instantly.
For a moment, Wei Qian felt that she was familiar.
There was even some strange flavour in the air.
Ramie was stupid, her eyes opened almost to her eyes, and her eyebrows stood motionless beside her, as if she had become a statue.
谦 Wei Qian slapped a slap in his face, and said to Mazi's ears, "What the are you looking at! Ah? Your mother is all done, don't call an ambulance!"
He turned and growled at the people next to him: "Car! Move the tricycle away!"
Several passers-by stood up and moved the tricycle away in an arrogant manner. The tricycle owner saw that the situation was not good and instinctively wanted to slip. Wei Qian dragged it back with one hand, and kicked him on the knee socket. Habitually on the ground.
He Sanfa shouted in the back: "Qianer! Leave the grandson alone. I called the police and gave it to the police. This pot is stuck to the meat. What should I do?"
Wei Qian turned back and shouted at him, "How do I know!"
In the end, the three fat parents took a basin of cold water and carried it over carefully, splashing it on the hot oil pan carefully, and they didn't know whether it was handled correctly or not. Then the ambulance and police car arrived, and they pulled the mother-in-law. Rescue went.
Wei Qian didn't know why when he discovered something, the instinctual response was to pick up his wallet and rush down. Probably at this moment, he already has the instinct to become a string of money. In the subconscious, he feels that only with money can he feel secure.
Fortunately, this is the case. Mazi's stupid body was only twelve dollars. Wu Mu was stupid and didn't know anything. Wei Qian followed, and as a one-armed hero, he ran up and down.
As soon as noon, San Fat and a police officer came over, bringing two other accident parties.
It ’s also a downside. The two are a driver who rents a car and a hawker who sells groceries. The driver ’s face is ashamed. The hawker does n’t know if he was kicked by Wei Qian. There were two battles, trembling, like a leaf falling in the wind.
Traffic accidents require money. If Mazi is dead, it is still easy to handle. In case she survives, this kind of severe scald may not be able to figure out what the situation will be, maybe she will be responsible for a lifetime.
What's terrible is that both of these people have no money.
In the corridor of the hospital, Ye Ke faced a few pairs of silent eyes, as if trying to scrape their skins and cramps, and said, "I hope that the person being rescued is dead."
Huge fear and helplessness vented, and the peddler riding the tricycle suddenly knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
The accompanying policeman asked Sam Fat: "Who are you from?"
San Fat: "Neighbor."
The police officer said "Oh" and asked, "Is the child her son? Who else is there in their house? And her man?"
Twenty-Three Fat: "Dead, orphans and widows."
The police officer was quite moved, but in this situation, he did n’t know what to say and what advice he should give. After a while, he sighed: "This is not easy to do, there is no money, the perpetrator is sure You ca n’t afford the compensation, you ... hey, let the family be prepared.

He Sanfei raised his eyes and asked blankly, "So ... what to do without losing money?"
The policeman thought for a while: "Family members can sue-but I'll tell you the truth. Provincial and provincial sueing is useless. In this case, the court will most likely award the perpetrators compensation. No difference can be judged. Can't afford it. "
As if to confirm his words, the hawker kneeling on the ground suddenly lifted his head firmly on the ground, making the floor tremble, and he was about to slam his head. He shouted vaguely: "You let me Give her life ... I still have a sick mother-in-law at home, and my child is only five years old ... What can I do? I ca n’t help you, I beg you ... Let me help her! ''
The silent Mazi suddenly rushed up, punched and kicked the man like crazy, and everyone hurried up to stop him. Wei Qian hugged his waist with one arm and said, "Okay, go to death. What use is he? "
A hoarse roar erupted in Ramie's throat, like an injured beast, roaring all her strength.
Suddenly he took a few steps as if he was completely free, sliding back against the wall, covering his face, his shoulders trembling violently.
The victim is still being rescued, the life and death are unknown, the perpetrator and the victim's family crying face to face outside.
The accompanying policeman was probably a young man who had just been to work for a long time. His face was immature, and he was not used to the helpless old man in the world. When he left, he went through his whole body and failed to find anything valuable Then, I had to laugh at myself and said to San Fat, "I am also a poor man."
Then he pulled out the documents and cards and left the wallet with a total of two hundred and thirty banknotes, and a steel cymbal.
谦 Wei Qian and San Fat accompanied Mazi in the hospital all day, and in the evening, Wei Qian's eyelids began to jump somehow.
He said hello to San Fat, went out and took a breath, finished smoking a cigarette, 掐 Although the time was almost the same, the two children had arrived home, so he used the IC phone in front of the hospital to dial the home number.
手机 At that time, there were already mobile phones on the market, but it was not affordable for people like them, but home landline phones came out of the altar with mobile phones and became cheaper.
Nevertheless, the phone number of Wei Qian's family is only known to Le Ge and a few good brothers. The family rules set by Wei's parents are strictly forbidden to use the phone—the phone charges are charged.
The call went on and nobody answered.
谦 Wei Qian frowned, hung up the phone, waited a while, dialed again, but no one answered.
When the third time the phone was not answered, Wei Qian's heart was already pounding, and there were people waiting behind the line to impatiently urge him: "Hey, boy, have you finished the call? So many people Waiting! "
谦 Wei Qian looked up at him with a murderous look, and the other party didn't dare to squeak. He muttered a few words and turned his head to find other public telephones.
谦 Wei Qian didn't hesitate, and made several phone calls again and again, no one answered, his fingertips became numb.
"Qianer, what's wrong?" San Fat saw that he hadn't returned for a long time and came out to look for him.
Wei Qian reluctantly calmed down, licked his chapped lips, forced himself to lower his voice, and slowed down his voice: "I ... I don't know. There is no one at home to answer the phone, those two little cubs ..."
He can't say any more, realizing that if he keeps talking, maybe he will start to talk.
San Fat pushed a hand on his shoulder: "You go back first, I'm staring here, and I'll find you a few people to help you-the two cubs may not be in control of where to run today, don't worry. "
Wei Qian spread his legs and ran.
Three fat 愣 愣: "You slow down, watch the car!"
San Fat feels that he has been born in poverty, but among the people he has seen in his life, there are really no children like Wei Qian and Asako who are embarrassed, especially Wei Qian. This boy lived to this age, it seems that it has not been a few days The days of Shuxin are either worrying or worrying, San Fat always thinks anxiously, one day sooner or later, he will have to himself to death.
This is a blessing of good fortune.
Wei Qian ran home all the way, until Yuan Yuan saw a fat brother Lei Zi squatting at the door, probably called by San Fat to help.
Seeing Lei Zi squatting and talking to Song Xiaobao, Wei Qian stopped. At this time, his back was soaked with sweat. He bent down, supported his knees with one hand, gasped for a moment, and put a drop on his forehead. Sweat fell, penetrated through the thick lashes, did not fall into the eyes, and flowed down the edge of the eyelashes, just like crying.
Wei Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then strode forward calmly.
He first greeted Lei Zi, thanked him, and hurriedly grabbed Song Xiaobao's shoulder with one hand, rudely pulled her to the front, swept up and down, and saw that she hadn't wiped her skin except her eyes were a little red. After breaking a piece, this put down the dim sum, but his face was still fierce, and he tried Xiaobao like an interrogator: "What's going on? Why don't you answer the phone? Why not go home? Xiaoyuan?"
Xiao Xiaobao's mouth was sullen, but she could cry when she saw her relatives.
Before she could cry, Wu Qian shouted at Wei Qian: "Don't cry! What about Xiao Yuan?"
Xiao Xiaobao gave tears back to him stiffly.