During breakfast the next day, Wei Zhiyuan said to Old Lady Song and Xiaobao: "The teacher will keep me to make up for the lessons these two nights. I will come back later and don't have to wait for me to have a meal."

Old Mrs. Song and Xiaobao were not suspicious at all. After all, compared to Wei Qian's scary violation of laws and regulations, Wei Zhiyuan is a good student in the traditional sense. He is sensible, clean and tidy, obeys the rules, has strong self-control, and never does extraordinary things. In Xiaobao and his school, Wei Zhiyuan's excellence is well known.

So when Mrs. Song heard this, she immediately turned her focus on attacking Xiaobao and said, "Did you hear that? Learn from your brother and the others. Your elder brother will become a college student in the future. Your younger brother will also represent the school to participate in the competition. Where are you?"

Xiaobao said without any pressure: "Let them go, I'll take care of the house."

Old Mrs. Song raised the spatula to beat her. Song Xiaobao was like a little monkey. He rushed to the door in three or two steps, opened the door for Wei Zhiyuan with a lewd legs, nodded and said, "Second brother, please ask first."

Wei Zhiyuan nodded in a very good manner, picked up the car keys, walked out in front of her, and Song Xiaobao followed happily, like a little eunuch in front of and behind the horse, turning back and sticking out his tongue at Old Lady Song.

Since her physical growth was not too anxious than Lao Xiong's speech speed, Wei Zhiyuan grew too anxious. Although the two looked about the same size at the beginning, they seemed to have really widened the age gap.

Old Mrs. Song angrily threw down the spatula and scolded Xiaobao: "The mud cannot be covered with the wall. Oh, it's something that is ineffective!"

That night, Wei Zhiyuan did come back until nearly eight o'clock. Old Mrs. Song had already gone to work for a hot pot restaurant. Song Xiaobao stuck his head out of the house: "Second brother, are you back? There is food in the kitchen. Grandma in the pot has left you two boiled eggs!"

Wei Zhiyuan said "yes", opened the pot and saw that there was only one.

Song Xiaobao quickly added: "I stole one!"

Wei Zhiyuan: "..."

Song Xiaobao laughed "hehe": "By the way, show you this!"

After she finished speaking, she ran to the living room and took out a wrinkled postcard from under the glass pad of the coffee table. It was sent from Qinghai. It was Wei Qian's somewhat faded handwriting. It was still a month ago. It was probably because he was in a good mood when he happened to pass by. After hearing someone's words, he bought it and sent it back to coax them to play with it.

Unfortunately, he didn't even coax it seriously. After writing the mailing address, he didn't even say anything, so he drew two little turtles. One bald head represents a male turtle and the other wears a flower on his head, representing a female turtle. The two turtles stayed together and played together, containing all the messages sent back by the elder brother - Wei Zhiyuan and Song Xiaobao, you two little turtles stayed well at home, and be honest with me.

The "Divine Turtle Real Person" was tireless in ruining people, and unconsciously had a profound impact on Wei Qian's aesthetic views and artistic cells.

...He has suffered from the problem of painting little turtles for no reason for his life.

Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help but jump. Wei Qian had not heard from him for more than half a month. Xiaoyuan inexplicably remembered the hand covered with the smell of flower dew and couldn't help asking: "Didn't he call?"

"No," said Song Xiaobao, "Second brother, is there yak jerky in Qinghai? Is it delicious?"

Wei Zhiyuan sighed and gave up his normal communication with her: "How did you know how to eat?"

"Oh, don't learn from your elder brother. You don't learn like this. It should be like this-" Song Xiaobao waved his hand, then raised his face, made a straight face, lowered his voice, and said in a short and fierce tone, "Little bastard, you know how to eat!"

Her imitation ability is increasing day by day, and she is vivid. Wei Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing with Xiaobao. The eldest brother scolded the little girl with a stern face and almost stood in front of him.

After Xiaobao returned to the house, Wei Zhiyuan sat down, took out his secret notebook, filled in a few words "Warehouse administrator, three shifts" behind the "Meat Processing Factory", and then based on his memory, he completely copied a duty schedule.

The first secret written by other teenagers in the book is usually Mu Shaoai’s incident, but Wei Zhiyuan’s first secret notebook is a creepy record of all the traces of a person.

As time goes by, Wei Zhiyuan's content on the perverted man's name, family situation, work schedule, living habits, etc. has reached a shocking level.

At the beginning, Wei Zhiyuan only kept a spoiled the community activity center, but the female teacher who led the team was young, but she watched it very strictly. The pervert could only watch from a distance and never walked in. After the "June 1st" passed, the children who were rehearsing completed the performance and stopped going.

The pervert seemed very unwilling to give up, but he had no choice. With an adult present, he would not dare to do anything even if he was just a young girl as thin as a bird. In the next few days, this person had been wandering around nearby.

Wei Zhiyuan has been secretly observing him, but whether it is following or recording, he just collected this information by the way, and did not think about what he should do. He is not the anxious temper of Wei Qian who stares at and kills people, and he is used to convince himself in advance when doing anything.

Wei Zhiyuan closed the notebook, locked it and hid it, and stared at the cup that was drinking water for a while. The cup belonged to the eldest brother. Wei Zhiyuan actually had his own cup, but he didn't like to use it. He always liked to drink the elder brother's water. It was also bland and cool, but he seemed to be able to taste it from the elder brother's cup.

Wei Qian never cared about such trivial matters, so he could drink them casually... but he had to fill them up again after drinking, otherwise he would be scolded.

He couldn't help but think of many things related to Wei Qian, and at the same time he became more and more angry with his elder brother.

Wei Zhiyuan decided to use silent cold violence to resist the self-righteous elder brother to the end. Even if the elder brother calls again, he will never answer.

However, more than half a month really passed, but Wei Qian had never made a call. After the postcard, no news was sent back.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter.

Even Old Lady Song couldn't help but let Song Xiaobao call Wei Qian's cell phone. In Old Lady Song's perception, the invisible and intangible expenses made her afraid. As long as the house does not have a fire, she will not use the phone and will not allow others to use it.

But it didn't connect, and Wei Qian turned off the phone.

Old Mrs. Song was anxious and immediately went upstairs to find Sanpang. In her eyes, although Wei Qian was a bastard who spoke like a bastard, she was also the pillar of the family. The pillar was gone. Apart from Sanpang, she had no idea who to discuss with her.

Wei Zhiyuan calmly stopped her: "It's useless to find him. The third brother will make a few more calls at most. Xiaobao can't get through. Can he just get through?"

Old Mrs. Song looked up at the boy who was already taller than her: "What do you think you should do?"

Wei Zhiyuan thought for a while: "Who do you think my brother is here with? Is that person who runs the pharmacy?"

Old Mrs. Song nodded in vain.

Wei Zhiyuan: "Give me the address."

It was the weekend that day, and Wei Zhiyuan took the last postcard sent by Wei Qian, took the address given to him by Mrs. Song, and rode his bike to Lao Xiong's pharmacy. He was as calm as if he was solving a cumbersome math problem, pushing step by step, orderly and unnatural.

When Old Mrs. Song calmed down, she looked at Xiaobao who was obviously depressed, and then thought about the boy's unhurried face, but she began to feel a little uncomfortable.

If a close relative loses the news and leaves for a long time, shouldn’t a normal person be in vain?

Even if it was just a moment of sacred spirits... Wei Zhiyuan's reaction was far beyond his peers' level, but Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

She used to think that the child was smart and kind, but now she has to start to suspect that he is unhuman.

Wei Zhiyuan found Lao Xiong's pharmacy all the way. According to Lao Xiong's urinary nature, the clerk was a temporary short-term worker. Facing the pharmacy where one person played multiple roles, he was maladapted and didn't know anything about it.

Wei Zhiyuan asked him for Lao Xiong's contact information, said a few more good things, and called Lao Xiong with the phone number in the store, and the other party also turned off the phone.

Wei Zhiyuan's heart seemed to have a stone sinking, cold and heavy, as if he was about to fall down his three souls and seven spirits together. He had to use force to tug at the heavy stone and force himself to do the right thing.

The boy and the clerk had a long struggle to communicate. Finally, the clerk remembered that there was a picture of the boss's personal information in the drawer. In addition to the contact address and communication method, there seemed to be an emergency contact person.

In this way, Wei Zhiyuan found Lao Xiong's wife.

However, the moment the phone was connected, an anxious female voice came from inside, asking indiscriminately: "Old Bear? Is it an old Bear?"

Her words completely wiped out the hope in Wei Zhiyuan's heart.

At this point, Wei Zhiyuan knew that his elder brother had really lost contact.

After leaving the pharmacy, Wei Zhiyuan went straight to the police station to report the case. A female policewoman on duty saw that he was a half-aged child and patiently asked him about his specific situation.

But Wei Zhiyuan didn't know what happened - Wei Qian only called a few days after leaving, but because Wei Zhiyuan was angry and refused to talk to him, Wei Qian at most teased Xiaobao and told his grandmother about his safety. He hung up after a few words. The information he left was pitifully small.

Wei Zhiyuan had no choice but to take out the postcard to show the female policewoman. The female policewoman took it, carefully observed the postmark and date, and shook her head: "Brother, we can accept it, or we can help you check the location of him according to the itinerary and date recorded on itinerary and date, but he is likely to be just passing by, not missing here, do you understand? You don't even know what time and place the person was missing, and the hope we can find is very slim. You must be mentally prepared."

For a moment, Wei Zhiyuan looked at her expression and seemed to be confused and at a loss, as if he was confused by a sudden change. However, in just a short while, he restrained himself and withdrew his gaze.

The female policeman observed something through his reaction, so she asked softly: "Do you have any adults in your family?"

"There is only a grandma, she is very old." Wei Zhiyuan came to his senses, lowered his eyes, and then paused, "Thank you sister."

After saying that, Wei Zhiyuan stood up and left. He had done everything he could think of.

There is nothing more to do.

Wei Zhiyuan rode home at a constant speed. When he arrived at a place where no one was on the way, he suddenly stretched his feet and braked the car without warning, then slowly bent down, lay on the handlebar, and buried his face in the middle of his arms.

The boy's back, which grew rapidly and looked thin, bent into a tense bow. Wei Zhiyuan finally couldn't hold on to the stone in his heart and let it fall straight down, causing him to hurt his heart from his liver, gallbladder and lungs.

"what do I do?"

In a daze, his heart seemed to be in a mess from shouting in all directions, gradually turning to silent silence, and then there was only such an unanswered question left.

The eldest brother has walked so far.

What if he was really like this...it was like this...never come again?

The boundless distance is with the hope of fireflies as beans.

Since his birth to the present, "powerlessness" seems to run through every day of his life.

That night, it was not until the news broadcast that Wei Zhiyuan pushed the door open and went home. Xiaobao and Old Lady Song hurriedly raised their heads and looked at him eagerly.

Old Mrs. Song asked: "How is it?"

Wei Zhiyuan walked to the middle of the living room with a blank expression and sat upright on the sofa.

He clearly described what he had done and heard all afternoon, then cleared his throat, raised his eyes, and glanced across grandma and Xiaobao's faces.

Wei Zhiyuan said his follow-up decision lightly: "Now we have no other way, we can only wait for news. If my brother... then I will drop out of school to support my family in the future."

Old Mrs. Song jumped up suddenly and stamped her feet with her feet in a hurry: "Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, childish words! What are the little boys' caressing?"

"Grandma." Wei Zhiyuan straightened his back and looked at her quietly, "I heard that when my brother's parents were gone, he was about the same age as me now. From now on, I can do what he can do. I can also carry the home he can carry, don't worry."

Old Mrs. Song stared at him blankly.

Xiaobao's eyes suddenly turned red. In the blink of an eye, tears fell down. She gently pulled Wei Zhiyuan and said, "Second brother, I'm not good at studying anyway. I can drop out of school. I can still think that I am a mouse and fall into the rice jar."

Wei Zhiyuan's eyes fell on her, and then he seemed to be learning someone's movements in his memory, a little awkward, unskilledly stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Xiaobao's head.

He said: "What can you do? You look so small and don't have the strength to leave school and be bullied."

Somehow, Xiaobao cried even harder after hearing this sentence.

"My brother has been here to this day after trying his best. As long as he has a breath, he will definitely come back before the school starts - don't cry, it's okay." Wei Zhiyuan said this without panic, then squeezed out a smile that was not very successful and turned to grandma, "If it's dark or windy and rainy in the future, I will ride a bicycle to pick you up."

Wei Zhiyuan tried his best to adjust the atmosphere at home and tried his best to become a new pillar.

However, when the night came, he sat alone behind his small desk, but he couldn't think of how his elder brother brought the baby up to support such a leaky home.

When he was young, he often spoke wildly and often spoke "supporting his family". Now he is finally helpless, and a sense of panic from the deepest part of his heart almost crushes him.

I am more ignorant than when I was young, and I was afraid when I was wandering around with a little cleverness and luck, and I was more terrified when I was facing a pervert with a steel pipe, and even more terrified when I was cautious when I was escaping with my elder brother.
To be continued...