Chapter 20: Start reading

Wu Xiaobao lived in the hospital for a whole week.
大 On the day she was hospitalized, Daxue closed the city. When she was discharged, the temperature had already risen sharply by more than ten degrees.
Granny Wu Song cooked a large pot of dumplings at home.
Wu Xiaobao discovered that the elder brother and grandmother who had been violent seemed to mitigate the relationship miraculously, and she was so crooked and sick, and Xiao Yuan was not able to live with her anymore, so she gave her notes for these days.
In the dilapidated house on the third floor of the old tongzilou in the shantytown, there was a taste of home.
Le Xiaodong died, and Wei Qian's stagnant hatred seemed to go with him. His energy and spirit seemed to have changed a lot ... Where did it change, and three fats didn't say well, but he didn't think he had It was so heavy.
No matter what, it's a good thing.
When Xun Lin went to pick up Mazi's mother and was discharged from the hospital, San Fat brought her little bun and Wei Qian to the door of Mazi's house.
Three fat spit two spit into the palm of his hand, and planed under the tree: "Mazi, kid, marmot, buried everything underneath, surely left something-hey, Grandpa, you can not tie your hands Look? Can you move over and move your noble paw to help the old pig? "
Wei Qian slid off his shoes, and said without raising his head, "Second Master, Master gives you a chance to make you lose weight, so you don't have to talk about his mother's nonsense, and dig it out."
After he had spoken, he felt a cigarette, shoved it in his mouth, and then inserted it under the big locust tree. He patted the trunk: "I haven't tasted it for a long time, isn't it? It's not a good cigarette, you can use it. "
The large locust tree stood quietly aside, in the breeze, and with the slightly skewed smoke, there was a sound.
Xu Zhen is a bit like Mazi, always standing there silently, whoever glances at him, he smirks at anyone, does not squeak without asking.
San Fat soon dug out the money buried in the ground, and a note was stuck in the envelope sealed in the plastic bag, saying that he was about to leave the country and had to trust his mother to the two brothers cheekily. ...... "Trust" is still wrong.
油 The illiterate of this fried churros, the boss is not small, and his writing is not as good as Xiao Yuan, who had just gone to school two months ago.
Wei Qian and San Fei combined for a moment, and decided to conceal the death of Mazi, and only handed the money and a note to Mazi mother, unified the calibre to Mazi mother, saying that in order to save money for her to cure, Mazi followed A group of business people left and went to Cambodia for resale of coffee beans ... The phrase "go to Cambodia" was thought by San Fat, who was far away in a foreign country and was worthy of the words on the note.
Mazi Mom has one arm and one leg, which is already considered as a disabled person. According to regulations, she can apply for five guarantees. Unfortunately, it is not easy to complete all of them. It takes a long process of issuing various certifications and running procedures-otherwise Wei Qian could also Applying in the name of a minor was just too time consuming at the time, and he didn't have the energy to run.
Now he and San Fat are both strong and powerful, but this matter still can't be done, because they can't get through Mazi's own level.
When Wei Qian tried to bring this up, Ma Zima firmly believed that she had a son who was almost an adult and had the ability to work. Although her son is not in front of her now, but she has to do business abroad and has financial resources, she should not The government grant was deliberately deceived.
Her consciousness was so high that Wei Qian's brain hurt, so when he went back, he slammed his fat three times.
I was a fat idea, I made up my own nonsense, and I shot myself in the foot.
Wei Qian did not return to the nightclub, and he did not even care about who owned the property after Le Xiaodong died.
"Little Weige" has disappeared with the dead Le Ge, and Jinpen washed his hands. He has done a great job as a thug. Everyone knows that he is just a bite dog that Le Ge has raised. No one paid attention to him, they had something else to break each other's heads.
谦 Wei Qiantuo's three fat dads found a job as a clerk in the factory-oh, to put it plainly, they moved things.
Temporary workers, charge by piece, pure physical work, nourishing meals at noon, hoeing both of them, Wei Qian did n’t work for a long time, and his hands were full of bubbles. People face.
In the days of the thug "Little Weige", it became a mirror and water moon.
谦 Wei Qian began to work on the third day of this job. When he crouched on the side of the road and picked a blood bubble on his hand, he felt astonished that he was calm. He used to think that such a day would bend his young spine. When he thought of the 100,000 light-year distance between his virtue and the word "brilliant", he felt like a knife.
But not.
Now that he still wants to be
out of the box
, he still has n’t changed a bit. He is still a string of money who dreams of making a lot of money. He still needs money and needs to support his family. But he has probably seen enough glitz and experienced After the death and death of his bones, his heart sank a lot before he knew it.
What I like more about this is Granny Song.
Even if Wei Qian was drunk every day for five or six, and her grandson worked the same, she was relieved that he finally "goes on the right path". She comes from a farmer's background and doesn't think there is anything wrong with physical work. She eats with strength and eats righteously. Doing small jobs, even eating bran swallows, is better than wearing gold and silver at night clubs.
When the grandmother Wu Song subjectively thought that Wei Qian's future was bright, he finally found out that the big boy, who was less than eighteen years old, had indeed established a home, so he was better for him.
She didn't know where she got the ointment for the bruises. She secretly put it on Wei Qian's bedside table. In order to help Wei Qian subsidize her family, she got up at three o'clock every morning, cooked a pot of tea eggs and corn, and stepped on people to work. Time to go out and sell it in the afternoon to collect cardboard boxes, paper and bottles.
Even Wei Qian had to admit that this nerdy old lady is an amazing figure—she just climbed up in the middle of the night, even taking care of the meals, meals, meals, and neighbours of her children. Evil old lady fights three hundred rounds a day and greets each other with genitals.
The evil old lady was frightened by Wei Qian with a kitchen knife when she was a kid, and did not dare to go out and hit the door. Each of them put on the chain on the door, leaving a gap for the voice to flow unimpeded, and started the war.
老 These two old-fashioned products have come out of style and standards, and the swear words popping out of his mouth make Wei Qian, a professional hooligan, unable to listen.
When San Fat didn't go out to buy goods, he sat in the hallway, grabbed a handful of seeds, listened to it with interest, and when he was fighting, he patted the skin of the seeds, applauded with his throat, his voice was loud, and one could build it The effect of "full house".
At this time, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Evil will unify outside.
Old Song Song cursed: "Little kid!"
Sick old lady scolds: "Big fat!"
Twenty-three fat gathered together a "two-force" and twisted away contentedly.
Later, Wei Qian passed by and broke the latch of the evil old lady's house with a kick, and quarreled with the old lady Song at home, and let the two mixed-old old ladies put their mouths clean, don't teach the good children broken.
Alas ... It turns out that the two shrews are fighting him alone, so the two of them consciously shifted their discussion time to noon. When the children went to school, the truce ended on weekends and statutory holidays.
谦 Wei Qian quit smoking, smoking is too expensive.
Wei Weiyuan felt that his childhood impressed him with two flavors, one was the cheap smell of tobacco, and the other was the medicinal smell of bruises.
During that time, every day when he looked up after finishing his homework, his elder brother must have been tired and fell asleep in bed, and it was getting hot. Wei Qian wore a
two-pole beam
vest and big pants. The blanket was rolled up around his waist, leaving Wei Zhiyuan a back view.
Fighting career and heavy physical labor have sharpened Wei Qian so that there is no trace of fat around his waist, and his slender and tight muscles are tightly attached. The back waist is always narrow and concave. As if wings were hidden underneath, they would never be harmed.
Xi Weizhiyuan gave him a glance, and then wrote down two lines of characters. He was copying a text after the lesson, that word is "eldest brother as father."
The boy wrote exactly five times as instructed by the teacher, then closed the book, turned off the lights, climbed to bed following the odor of the medicine that he was accustomed to, climbed over Wei Qian, and expertly drilled into his arms. Qian half a dream and half awake subconsciously raised his hand and patted the child's back, whispering with a nasal voice, "quick sleep."
From these two words, Wei Zhiyuan discerned the thick and proper pampering meaning, closed his eyes contentedly, and enjoyed the most comfortable moment of the day.
Whenever he mentions "happiness", Wei Zhiyuan remembers that he was nestled in his brother's arms when he was young, holding his chest, closed his eyes and waited for a deep sleep ... even if he had grown up in his arms Can't fit.
I hurried another half a year.
小 This day, Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan have their final exams. After they pass the exams, it means they have to take a summer vacation.
In the summer, Wei Qian was riding a second-hand bicycle bought for 20 yuan and came to the cold drink wholesale market. Small merchants and hawkers all bought in from here. Wei Qian also planned to wholesale a box of ice cream to go home and help the two cubs.
Many people who have children at home and consume a lot of cold drinks will buy a box of ice cream directly from here. The average retail price of ice cream is one or two dollars. The wholesale price is only four or five cents, which can save a lot.
While Wei Qian was looking at the product list, suddenly, a person hesitated to hesitate.
"Wei Qian? Are you ... Wei Qian?"
Wei Qian looked back and saw that the other party was a somewhat familiar middle-aged woman. He froze for a moment, then looked at her carefully, and then suddenly realized: "You ... Are you Mr. Li?"
Teacher Li stepped over on high heels and asked, "What is it to you! What is going on with you? I dropped out of school without even saying hello, I have been looking for you for a long time, and I haven't heard anything. What are you doing?" Going? What ’s the big deal? Why not finish school? "
For three years, I suddenly saw her. Wei Qian had a feeling like another generation, school? It seems like ... it's already a matter of last life.
However, in the face of the old class teacher, Wei Qian couldn't help lowering his head. At this moment, he was neither like a brutal nightclub thug nor a quiet young worker.
He suddenly became like a normal middle school student who was somewhat restrained in front of the teacher.
Wei Qian smiled bitterly: "Teacher, this is a long story."
Wei Qian brought a box of ice cream and a strange middle-aged woman home, which made all family members very surprised-because in the impression, the elder brother was never so kind to anyone.
客人 The guest was neatly dressed, wearing glasses, and was polite and very polite. He raised his hands and knew that he was an intellectual and incompatible with the surrounding environment.
After Grandma figured out Mr. Li's identity, she was so shocked that she couldn't even talk about it—the administrative area of ​​her hometown was like this, first the province, the city below the province, and each city governed a dozen counties. It constitutes an administrative area. There are seven or eight townships below a county. There are countless small villages below the township.
Song Lao ’s hometown is relatively remote and backward. The children in the village have to go to the countryside when they go to elementary school. They have to leave the county for junior high school. High school.
Not to mention a high school teacher, she saw a living high school teacher for the first time in her life.
The grandmother Wu Song treats Mr. Li almost as a leader of the country, and she puts out everything to make a table of the highest specifications. She will have to eat or die.
Teacher Li was really indifferent and had to sit down at the dinner table. Looking at this family, Teacher Li somewhat understood the reason why Wei Qian dropped out of school. She was dealing with the passionate Song Taizi who kept feeding her. Yu, tentatively said, "Wei Qian, I remember that your grades were very good at that time. Seriously, it's a pity not to go to school so much."
Wei Qian did not answer, and picked up a small bowl: "Teacher, I will give you a bowl of soup."
Mr. Li took it over, and then said, "You know, I have been working in our school for more than 20 years. As an old teacher, the leader at school is a bit of a face, and your uncle ... Oh, my husband. If you are willing to work in the Municipal Education Bureau, I can let him find a way to help you get your student status back in the class I am taking. "
As soon as the words came down, everyone at the dinner table stopped moving in unison.