Wei Qian even dared to call him "bitch" in person, and didn't take this little old woman seriously. He sneered on the spot, using his very sarcastic and meanness, saying, "What do you think you are? Get out of here and get out of here, don't worry about my sister. Don't think that you are old and old, you will be alive for a few years, so I dare not send you to the road in advance."

He was very uneducated - of course, judging from his life experience, if he could be educated in this situation, then this person must have traveled through time.

The old lady has lived for sixty or seventy years, but she has never encountered such a bastard who is old or young. Fortunately, she has worked hard for many years and is in good health, otherwise she would be so angry that she would be over on the spot.

When facing bastards, people can't help but become even more bastards, so the old lady took out the skill of the older generation of rural women to make trouble and said without showing any weakness: "Okay, no problem. If you have the ability, you will beat me to death. Even if you beat me to death, I will have to take my granddaughter away if I become a ghost. I will take her to live in a chicken coop, and I can't let her fall into the hands of you, a hooligan!"

Wei Qian looked at her sinisterly, and the malice in his eyes was as real as the essence. The boy had almost grown into the body of an adult man, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and a scar left by the fight, which added a bit of indescribable anger. The old lady instinctively shrank for a moment.

Then she came back to her senses, glared back with a tougher attitude, and used a stance of crying, making a fuss and hanging, and used her ultimate move: "If you have the ability, kill me! If you kill me, you are also a shameless hooligan! Don't you have some skills? What else can you do? I'm afraid of you after a few years of life. I'm afraid of you? I'm a pussy!"

Before her saliva could be fluttered out of her mouth, Wei Qian pushed it onto the table with brute force. Wei Qian finally lost face and overturned Old Mrs. Song and the wooden table. The vinegar soaked in Laba garlic all over the floor, which was sour and pungent.

Old Mrs. Song said "Ouch" and sat on the ground with two cloves of garlic on her head ridiculously. Then she took a deep breath, showing her loud voice that could be heard by all ten miles and eight inches, and sat on the ground and shouted: "Kill people! Kill people! Kill people! Kill hooligans..."

Her shout came to an abrupt end because Wei Qian grabbed Old Mrs. Song's collar and his hand covered with blue veins pinched her wrinkled neck.

Old Mrs. Song's neck was as thin as a chicken's neck, and he held it with one hand. Her skin was loose and pitiful. Wei Qian pinched her neck tightly and picked her up from the ground alive.

The handsome boy's eyes were full of shadows, describing his indifference, but his palms were very hot. His hands were extremely strong, as if he was determined to strangle the old woman to death.

Old Mrs. Song couldn't struggle at all. She flew around like a fish that fell on the shore. She used her convex nails to vain to pick the flesh on Wei Qian's arm, and her face quickly turned blue and purple.

Wei Qian felt that he had almost pinched her organs and spine. After he dropped out of school, his life was lawless, and his blood was surging in his heart, and he easily overcome the ideological obstacles of killing and setting fire. At that moment, Wei Qian really wanted to strangle this dead old woman to death so much.

Old Mrs. Song stuck out her tongue and began to roll her eyes. At this moment, a girl's scream suddenly came from the bedroom door behind Wei Qian: "Brother!"

The door of the cottage opened at some point. Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan stood there. Wei Zhiyuan's face was solemn. Song Xiaobao's sharp child voice seemed like a sword that pierced his heart. The tendon in Wei Qian's mind was gently moved.

He finally realized that he had almost killed someone, but was at his home. He immediately let go. Old Mrs. Song couldn't stand steadily. As soon as he let go, she slid down the wall and sat on the ground, choking and angry.

Wei Qian blocked Xiaobao who was rushing towards him with one hand, squatted down and smashed the old lady's chest a few times, and pressed her hard as she was on TV.

After a while, the old lady fell into this breath and coughed to the earth. Then she turned her black eyes back, her voice was hoarse, but her fighting spirit was still shining with glory.

She walked away early in the morning without caring about her just now at the gate of hell. When she woke up, the first thing she said was to point at Wei Qian's nose and said, "You little beast who killed thousands of swords, you are raised by a bitch!"

Before Wei Qian could even make a fuss about this sentence, Xiaobao threw himself into the old lady's arms: "Grandma!"

Old Mrs. Song thought that her evening scene was so desolate. The widow was unemployed and went all the way to the city to join her son. She was told that she lost her son in her old age, and then she was bullied by a little beast... She suddenly felt sad and her mother hugged her head and cried bitterly.

Wei Qian's expression was numb and his heart was also numb. He stood beside him for a while, and finally sighed, reached out to touch Xiaobao's hair tentatively, but was opened by Old Mrs. Song with a fierce slap.

This old woman is very magical. She screams like this, and she doesn't delay her scolding.

"Don't touch my granddaughter, you stinking hooligan, murderer! Sooner or later, you will be shot to death! You will not die well!"

For a moment, Wei Qian actually thought she was right.

He came back from the huge blow, sadness and anger, and suddenly felt discouraged.

Old Mrs. Song packed her simple luggage and took Xiaobao away in front of him. Wei Qian leaned against the wall and watched helplessly, without stopping, or even saying a word.

Xiaobao was held by grandma in one hand, and he followed her passively, constantly looking back at her elder brother.

The eldest brother had blood in his eyes, and he looked extremely tired, watching her leave all the way.

Xiaobao thought he would say something, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes were imprinted in her small, ignorant heart, and it was imprinted for a lifetime and will never be erased.

The door closed in front of Wei Qian with a bang. After a while, he sat on the ground as if he was exhausted, lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and held it in his mouth. He felt confused, unable to cry or laugh, and just wanted to fall asleep, but he knew that he probably couldn't sleep either.

The pockmark is gone, Xiaobao is gone... she is still sleeping.

Wei Zhiyuan rubbed over silently, placed the ashtray next to Wei Qian's hand, and carefully leaned against him.

Wei Qian looked up at him, and Wei Zhiyuan quickly stopped his movements and carefully observed whether his elder brother was annoyed. When he found that he hadn't, he tried to approach more carefully. Finally, Wei Zhiyuan hugged one of Wei Qian's arms.

He found that his elder brother had no objection, and then he tentatively squeezed himself into Wei Qian's arms, leaned his head on him, and smelled the pungent smell of tobacco on his body.

"...The pockmark is gone." Wei Qian suddenly spoke.

Wei Zhiyuan raised his head and saw Wei Qian's eyes falling on the floor without any focus. He felt that his words were not what he said to him - no matter what he called him or Xiaobao, he never called him or Xiaobao "Mazi", they were all "your Mazi brother".

So Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything, and listened quietly.

Wei Qian held him tighter, and the boy's warm body temperature gave him indescribable comfort.

After this sentence, Wei Qian had no sound anymore and he couldn't express it.

Suffering dulled his nerves, and he had long lost the ability to express his feelings truly.

After Wei Qian finished smoking all the cigarettes on his body, he remembered Wei Zhiyuan. The child was already holding his arm like a koala and leaning against his arms and falling asleep.

Wei Zhiyuan started to get a little bit of a pulling strip, and his feet grew first, approaching the adult model, but his bones were still tender, and he was not short when he stood up, but he was still a small ball when he shrank.

He is so slow-growing - Wei Qian lowered his eyes and looked at him and sighed.

Then he snatched out the cigarette, bent down, carefully picked up the child and put it on the bed, and turned off the light as usual and lay down together.

The sudden darkness had a very powerful force, which almost instantly defeated his strong strength and self-conscious numbness.

Wei Qian opened his dry eyes and thought, he was a stinky hooligan raised by a bitch, and even his own sister raised by him was unwilling to be with him. A person like him still lives so hard that he has no value at all.

What's the point of living?

It's better to die.

Wei Qian was born in winter, at the end of the twelfth lunar month, and the day was not yet here, which means he was not yet seventeen years old.

He didn't live to the point of greatness, but he thought of death first.

Of course, despite thinking so, Wei Qian was still not dead.

Death is not a flash of thought. It is so easy to go when he says it. Even if he doesn't want to live, he will never dare to die.

He was worried about what to do in the future for Mazi's mother.

He also had to take back Mazi's body. He could not wash away the sins and sufferings of Mazi. The only thing he could do was to clean up his thoughts of leaving him in the world and bury him well.

He can't afford to bear too much.

Wei Qian still lived his life in a gloomy and numb manner. He went to Le Ge's nightclub every day to be his thug, took Le Ge's money, and hid the growing hatred in his heart without saying a word. He only looked at the ceiling when it was late at night, reminding himself over and over again that sooner or later he would have Le Xiaodong's life.

Then he tried to discuss with Sanpang what to do about Mazi's funeral, whether to tell Mazi's mother and when to pick her up and discharge her from the hospital.

Only Wei Zhiyuan, who was at home during the winter vacation, was quietly accompanying him, at least he was a living creature who could breathe.

Only Wei Zhiyuan can make Wei Qian feel a little vitality - he is still so small, he still has no idea what he has a future, and he still has to rely on himself wholeheartedly.

Wei Qian raised Wei Zhiyuan and also drew a small amount of hope from the children. He unforgettably understood what "dependence on one another" means.

Sanpang came to his house and asked in surprise why Xiaobao and Old Lady Song were not there. After being madly scattered by Wei Qian, he immediately understood and stopped mentioning this matter.

For a while, no one dared to mention Song Xiaobao in Wei Qian's ear.

The atmosphere at home was depressed for many days, and Wei Qian even started to eat perfunctorily. Sanpang was afraid that he would starve him to death, so he came to his house every day as abused, coaxing his children to cook like a hardworking hourly worker, ensuring that entertainment and humorous programs are played on TV for 24 hours.

Unfortunately, the effect is poor. The more entertaining the TV, the colder the reality will appear.

On the TV, Mr. Ma Sanli was saying "Caught you" and Sanpang sat alone on the chair and smiled so hard that he leaned back and trembled. Wei Zhiyuan's mouth just raised his head and remembered when he turned his head to see Wei Qian. He found that his elder brother's expression was muddy, so he also pressed back the smile and put on an indifferent expression.

These two brothers are both big and small, and they are listening to crosstalk with their expressions of visiting the grave, and the carved one mold makes a disappointment.

The more I smiled, the more lonely I became, and finally turned into a dry smile. I had to shut up helplessly. No matter how fun the burden was, it was boring.

Wei Qian was silent for a while, then lit a cigarette and turned to stand by the window. The smell of smoke in his body was so choking. Sanpang said that he was almost turning into a tall and thin chimney.

And Song Xiaobao came back at this time.

Wei Qian really thought he would never see Xiaobao in his life, so when he opened the door, he didn't react for half a minute.

The expression he couldn't react was that his face was expressionless, which made Song Xiaobao even more anxious. The little girl seemed to have committed the serious crime of killing the nine clans. She called out "Brother" timidly, carried her little schoolbag, and stood alone at the door with her chin on her chest.

Wei Qian's rationality was slowly recovered without anyone's knowledge. He glanced out immediately and found that the old stupid old lady didn't follow him. It seemed that Song Xiaobao ran back secretly by himself.

He finally exploded without any scruples in his heart.

Wei Qian slowly squatted down, his eyes level with Xiaobao, stretched out his hands, held her small and thin shoulders, and asked, "Why... cough, are you back?"

Wei Qian did not want to react so strongly as much as possible, but he still failed to finish this sentence at once, and the sound broke in the middle. He had to clear his throat and prolong his voice, which made his tone sound almost gentle.

Song Xiaobao: "I miss my elder brother..."

Wei Qian lowered his head in contemplatively, and gently closed his eyes in a place she couldn't see. In an instant, the little girl's words pulled him out of the swamp. He found that the thought of not wanting to live that had always lingered around him miraculously disappeared.

He didn't know how to express this ups and downs. Maybe he was holding Xiaobao around? Or hugging her head and crying. Wei Qian felt that he could not do anything, so he just stood up silently and said lightly: "Oh."

Apart from this word, he seemed to be unable to think of anything else. He opened the door and asked Xiaobao to enter the room. Seeing that she was moving, he remembered and added: "Come in."

Xiaobao knew that he was a traitor, but he didn't expect that his elder brother would ask her, and he was flattered.

She walked in tremblingly, breathing a sigh of relief as if she was amnesty. At the same time, when she saw her elder brother's seemingly dispensable attitude, Xiaobao felt a sense of indescribable gratitude again. With her childish and underdeveloped logic, she was glad that she had come back in time. Maybe two days later, the elder brother really decided not to her.

Xiaobao approached Wei Qian and immediately smelled a strong and pungent smell of smoke from him. She had always disliked the smell of smoke and couldn't help but rub her nose, but she didn't dare to say that she was afraid that her elder brother would change her mind and would not let her in.

Wei Qian saw it keenly.

He bent down and took out a new set of clothes from the cabinet and said to Sanpang: "Is there any fried rice in the pot? Give her a bowl."

Sanpang watched their interaction coldly, sighed, waved at Song Xiaobao, greeted her in front of him, touched her hair kindly, glanced at Wei Qian, and asked casually: "What are you doing?"

Wei Qian: "I'll take a shower."

Sanpang: "Why did you wash early when you go to bed? Are you boiling water?"
To be continued...