Wei Qian did not open his eyes, but responded very lightly.

Sister Xiong installed a unique reading lamp on the sofa. Wei Zhiyuan reached out and unscrewed it. The warm light suddenly spilled down, covering the entire sofa.

It is not dazzling or dim, like the sunshine on a certain winter afternoon, creating the right comfort of "adding a little bit of artificiality and shortening a little bit of shortness".

This was the first time Wei Zhiyuan turned on the light. He fumbled for a few times before finding the switch. Then he was stunned for a moment. The light was inlaid with a light gold edge on Wei Qian like a brilliant brush. Even the scarf he had not had time to take off seemed to be softened into a ball of snow, hiding half of his chin.

Wei Qian turned his face and reached out to block his eyes and avoided the light. The shadow of his arm was connected with his slender eyebrows, as if he had been sank into his crow-like temples.

The Chinese rhyme is restrained and the flowing light is hidden.

Wei Zhiyuan's heart jumped violently. For a long time, desire and reason have become two lingering forces in his heart. The latter has millions of truths, while the former is only one - thinking, liking, and giving up is like heartbreaking.

At this time, Wei Zhiyuan felt that the millions of truths in his heart were collapsing, and there was only a single lighthouse like a pillar, and the stagnant light fell on a person.

The boy's throat couldn't help but move. After a while, he suppressed his ups and downs, pushed Wei Qian and whispered: "Go to sleep in the house, it's cold."

Wei Qian held his hand and shook his head weakly.

Wei Zhiyuan looked at his face: "Brother, are you drinking too much? Can I pour you a glass of water?"

Wei Qian shook his head again, and his brows gradually frowned. After a while, he took a deep breath, half opened his eyes, looked at Wei Zhiyuan, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about me, go to bed."

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him calmly: "What's wrong with you?"

Wei Qian was silent for a long time. He felt very tired and didn't want to say a word, especially he didn't want to deal with the children.

But maybe it was because he felt so uncomfortable, or maybe he was drunk, Wei Qian suddenly looked away, and Wei Zhiyuan was surprised to find a flash of fragility on his face.

Wei Qian said in a hoarse voice: "I feel a little uncomfortable."

After saying this, he regretted it. Wei Qian felt that the gate in his heart was accidentally broken by him and actually opened a small crack. He quickly blocked it back with great effort, for fear that a trace would appear again.

He shut his mouth and his eyes, stopped talking, pretending to be dizzy and drunk, and wanted to have a sleep.

Wei Zhiyuan waited for a while, but unfortunately did not wait for any subsequent expression, so he walked into Wei Qian's bedroom silently, took out a blanket from it, put it on Wei Qian, turned around and poured a cup of warm water, walked to the kitchen, took out the remaining bowl of rice in the evening, brewed it with hot water, then cut some vegetable leaves and ham, made a bowl of egg flowers, and cooked it on the fire for a while, until the rice grains were so soft that they burst completely, and it was hard to separate 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 can make many simple midnight snacks. When he grows up, he often wakes up hungry in the middle of the night. He is used to getting up and finding something to eat by himself.

"If you feel uncomfortable, take a few sips while it's hot, and it's all right." Wei Zhiyuan stuffed the spoon into his hand, sat under the lamp, picked up a book, and quietly accompanied him.

The heat of the porridge swells to the face, with a special fragrance.

Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, sat up and took it up and drank it. His cold fingertips were scalded with a light blood color by the somewhat hot porcelain bowl, and the stone pressed in his stomach miraculously melted away.

The word "home" seems to melt into a bowl of porridge and rice soup cooked from a small pot of slow heat.

It seems to cure all diseases, and it will be cured after drinking it.

Wei Zhiyuan stayed with him until Wei Qian stood up and went back to sleep, then packed up the dishes and turned off the lights, and returned to his bedroom.

There was a cardboard box under his bed. Although he had just moved to his new home, a lot of things had been accumulated in his cardboard box.

At the top is a yellowed old photo of Wei Qian, and underneath is a dozen pornographic magazines that have not been opened.

...Unconventional, there is no female inside.

Wei Zhiyuan read two books out of curiosity at first, and soon lost interest in the same physiological reaction as conditioned reflexes. However, when Wei Zhiyuan was tug at the two contradictory moods before, he always irrationally kept these bomb-like things under his bed. Although they were always hidden, he had a vague desire to be discovered by his elder brother.

Unfortunately, Wei Qian was too relieved of him and never looked over his stuff.

Now that the conflict in Wei Zhiyuan's heart has been resolved, he has made up his mind, so he decided to deal with all of these and start the step-by-step process he is good at.

Wei Zhiyuan took out his elder brother's photo and stuffed it into his bag. The next day, he mixed the magazine under the bed into other books and took it out to deal with it.

Unfortunately, this time, luck seemed to have abandoned him.

Wei Zhiyuan's bed was a little short, and the cardboard box had to be turned upside down before dragging it out. When he went out early in the morning, Xiaobao kept urging outside. Wei Zhiyuan answered her and a magazine he had opened took the opportunity to roll to the deepest part of the bed, but Wei Zhiyuan couldn't hear it.

In order to prevent any omissions, Wei Zhiyuan deliberately used a long coat hanger to scan under the bed to ensure that there was no accident. However, when he swept to the innermost, the coat hanger hooked the legs of the bed again and finally took it off.

Lie quietly under the legs of the bed, the magazine he opened became a "black under the light" and he didn't scan it out.

As soon as the heavy snow fell, the winter vacation came soon.

Wei Zhiyuan started training again - Song Xiaobao thought he was a terrible person. After Wei Zhiyuan skipped the first time and did not follow her, Xiaobao felt that he had actually jumped to another dimension and lived in dire straits. He had never watched TV for a night, and had not had a whole winter and summer vacation. He had gone out early and returned late for several years.

After returning home, in addition to helping grandma and elder brother do some things, I also hid in my own house for the most part to do the exam.

Old Mrs. Song no longer goes out to pick up rags, but every month she still ties the calculation paper and exercise books that Wei Zhiyuan used into bundles and sells them, and can buy a large bowl of fried snails.

In this case, Song Xiaobao, a normal girl, almost made Wei Zhiyuan compare her to an ignorant and backward student.

But even so, Xiaobao had no objection to her brother. The main reason was that Wei Qian had her pocket money, but not Wei Zhiyuan, so Wei Zhiyuan became her main target of eating and drinking, and became her half of her food and clothing parent.

On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, it was already the end of the year, but Wei Qian quarreled with Lao Xiong in the office.

It was about the project from another place. It was introduced by a friend of Lao Xiong at that time. The local government encircled a commercial circle, and now it has gradually become a climate. Several residential lands around it have increased and become fat, which attracted some eye contact for a while.

Lao Xiong was very self-aware and did not intend to help him, but just took Wei Qian over and had a long experience.

As a result, this knowledge has become a problem.

Wei Qian almost suffered from lovesickness about that piece of land. For a while, he kept saying three words and never left the project. He almost got into the point of being obsessed with the sensation and was unable to start work in the winter in the north. Therefore, this is the best time to acquire land and run various preliminary procedures. If the efficiency is high, it will be thawed in the spring of the following year, and it will be done as soon as possible.

For this matter, Wei Qian had been tug-of-war with him in Lao Xiong's office for more than half a month.

Sanpang was fighting Tetris in the old bear house. The old bear was plucking the incense ash from the incense burner artfully. Wei Qian sat opposite him, looking at his leisurely bear appearance, and wished that the big palm fan would blow the incense ash into his nostrils.

"Give me 30 million, I promise to do it for you."

The old bear hurriedly reached out to hold the wind, carefully protected his fragrance, and said to Wei Qian with a sad face: "Not whether you can do it or not. Hey, brother, do you think your brother looks like 30 million?"

Wei Qian: "That's not a problem, you didn't say..."

Old Xiong waved his hand to stop his mouth, carefully cut a match, lit a fire, covered the incense, sucked a large mouthful, sucked his nose, shook his head and blinked a few times, as if he was about to sneeze the next moment - this guy completely used the incense of seal script as a snuff bottle.

Then he chewed the peony and gave a high-level evaluation of the elegant seal fragrance: "Fragrance!"

Wei Qian rolled his eyes.

Then Lao Xiong smacked his lips and said to him: "Young man, you can't even find anything to fight for fame and fortune."

Wei Qian raised his legs and leaned heavily on the back of the chair, hugged his arms in front of his chest, jumping with blue veins and enduring the old bear.

"I've said it long ago. You kid is eager for quick success and instant benefits. After going out a few times, you think you have some knowledge?" Lao Xiong Shi said in a slight silence, "I have read the feasibility analysis you wrote. Oh, it's all nonsense. A big piece of fat is placed there, and it's a big analysis. Anyone who is not stupid wants to bite it. But you don't think about it, why did you bite the fat? Your teeth are made of gold and jade?"

Sanpang shuddered.

The old bear glanced at him: "What are you doing?"

Sanpang said: "Can you change your tone? I feel like there are hundreds of snails crawling on me, which is so irritating."

Old Bear: "…"

Sanpang whispered to Wei Qian: "My goodness, 30 million, not 3,000 yuan. Don't open your mouth and open your mouth. I'm scared to death."

Lao Xiong hummed and said, "Qian'er, with your intelligence, if you are half as stable and smooth as San'er, you will become a great man in the future."

Sanpang slapped his thigh: "That's not true!"

After a while, Sanpang thought about the wrong words: "Wait, what I said just now seems to be a praising me, right? Is it not smart to run the money?"

"You are so wise and foolish." Old Xiong comforted him and continued to say to Wei Qian, "How many people are staring at that piece of land - OK, even if you, Brother Xiong, relying on the power of others, get you the 30 million yuan, but you want to leverage this project with 30 million yuan? Don't dream, you can't even get the land, do you believe it?"

Wei Qian was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "What you mean is that we are not ready yet and we don't have the power to fight, right?"

Lao Xiong felt that he had sucked his nose and was a little itchy, so he tilted his head and blew his nose, and said in a muffled voice: "You just realized it? Then you should wear a pair of glasses."

Wei Qian ignored him and looked at Lao Xiong with a sharp look: "Boss Xiong, according to your wishes, we will never be prepared. The plums that no one picks on the road are bitter, and every good project has a mouth. Then - this is just a small project in a third-tier city. Large consortiums and large state-owned enterprises are too lazy to even look at. It is already the lowest and most ideal threshold we can find now. You can't even take this step, and sooner or later you are thrown away by the rules of the game, and you won't even think about entering the door. Didn't you notice? Land prices are rising, can you be sure that you are preparing faster than it? What if it's too late?"

The old bear said leisurely: "That's fate."

Wei Qian slapped the chair handle hard: "If I had accepted my fate in my life, I would have never lived to live today and sit here to challenge you!"

Boss Xiong didn't confront him, but still leaned on his chair relaxedly, asking easily: "We just can't get in now, how about it? Are you qualified? Are you able to get a project? Do you have connections in the local government? Are you able to set up a stack of licenses? Are you enough money? Is it all together to borrow 18 million yuan. If that piece of land is auctioned publicly, can you beat someone? You have never played cards and dare to go to the table with a bargaining chip. The dealer can squeeze you out with a big bet."

Wei Qian: "What you said is a problem, but it's not impossible."

Old Xiong immediately pressed the desktop gently: "Where is the method? Tell me!"

Wei Qian paused.

Lao Xiong slowed down: "I admire your spirit of being able to seize every opportunity as long as you see it, but... young man, be more down-to-earth and responsible!"

A young man in his twenties and a mature man in his thirties sat on both sides of a business table. In the end, the older man won.

The old bear walked to the side and called and asked his leader to buy what vegetables to buy at night.

Sanpang came over and patted Wei Qian on the shoulder: "Young man, let's go."

Wei Qian shook his bear paw away: "Get out, stop talking sarcastic words."

The bitter snow flooded the entire city. The happy Sanpang and the worried Wei Qian were like a pair of mindless and unhappy. They carried two large bags of hot pot and walked home.

On the way, Sanpang asked Wei Qian: "Didn't you dream of being a scientist in a laboratory in a white coat? Why didn't you take the postgraduate entrance examination this year?"

Wei Qian seemed to be thinking about something else, but he was stunned when he heard this: "Have I said it?"

Sanpang: "You are a mouse, so you forget it if you put your claws?"

Wei Qianzai recalled carefully, and a little self-deprecating appeared on his face as gloomy as the sky: "When I was a child, I thought I could be a scientist by going to college. Now I realize my mistakes and am working hard to correct them."

Sanpang couldn't explain why, and asked with some hope: "Try to correct technical problems and move towards the goal?"
To be continued...