However, even though the five people were burned inside, Wei Qian just shook it unaware of it, with a small amplitude, and no one noticed it except Wei Zhiyuan.

Wei Zhiyuan grabbed his hand and felt his hand hot. He was shocked: "Brother, you..."

Wei Qian turned a deaf ear, shook his hand away, and strode into the crowd.

Even if the corpse waiting for him on the ground was really a messy body, he had to see it clearly with his own eyes.

Wei Zhiyuan was about to raise his foot and chase after him when he suddenly heard someone calling him in the distance: "Qian'er! Xiaoyuan!"

Wei Zhiyuan looked back and saw that Lao Xiong's car was parked not far away. There were too many people and they couldn't get through. The car door was open. Sister Xiong was standing there with an umbrella and jumping and calling for people. Next to her was Song Xiaobao, who didn't dare to raise his head.

Yes—Wei Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and he found that he had actually forgotten this. When a folk master saw Song Xiaobao, he could tell with a sharp eye that her real age was actually sixteen?

Wei Zhiyuan took two steps and pulled Wei Qian's arm, pulled him out of the crowd, turned over his shoulder and turned around: "Brother, don't be anxious, Xiaobao is looking for him, there."

Wei Qian looked along his fingers, and after a moment, his body as tense as a bow suddenly relaxed. Wei Qian couldn't help but staggered half a step to the side.

Then he stood firm, his face blank, and he could not see joy or anger. He realized that even the cold sweat and snow were wet.

He shuddered hard.

Sister Xiong was so kind-hearted that she motivated many friends to help her pay attention when she heard this. By chance, she, a best friend, happened to be a choir tutor at the Youth Activity Center in her spare time. Xiaobao's clothes were very bright and the teacher was just impressed by it. Then the old Xiong and his wife drove over to try their luck.

In fact, Song Xiaobao, a classmate, has been cowardly since childhood. He is a good seedling of traitors in his bones. He is rarely passionate and can do such a feat.

However, the mighty and majestic in her life was always like a flash in the pan. When the cold wind blew, her blood was cold and she immediately regretted it. Xiaobao's first reaction was to run home secretly at night and pretend that this had never happened. As a result, when he touched his pocket, he found that it was too hurrying and forgot to bring the key.

Key, a playful gadget, was born to defeat her.

It is conceivable that when she knocked on the door at this time, she would wake everyone up and her intention to run away from home would definitely be exposed. At that time, the eldest brother would definitely peel her skin alive, and even grandma would not be able to save her life.

When Song Xiaobao thought of such a bloody and violent scene, he even felt trembling. At the end, she had to make up her mind and continue her career of running away from home as if she was forced to Liangshan.

She ran to a small hotel near the Youth Activity Center and wanted to stay for a night. Unexpectedly, next door was a pair of wild mandarin ducks with firm will and braved the cold to check in. The harsh natural environment did not affect their determination to fight for the reproduction of mankind for generations. The bed crunched all night. The small hotel was not soundproofed, so Xiaobao didn't fall asleep for a whole night.

In such a harsh environment, Song Xiaobao's nature of not remembering to eat and beating appeared. Her grievance, which was as good as Dou E in June, disappeared in the moans next door, and she began to feel frightened.

When Lao Xiong and the others found her, Xiaobao was walking back and forth around the stadium behind the children's activity center at a loss.

The old bear pointed at her proudly and said to his wife, "Look, I said I can't lose it, right?"

When Wei Qian passed by, Sister Xiong, who had already asked the truth, was scolding Xiaobao: "You little girl, why are you so brave? You run out because of such a small matter. What if you meet a bad person? What if you don't have enough money? What should you do if you have an accident? You're cheating your brother to death?"

Xiaobao clenched his fingers. When he saw Wei Qian coming over, he looked up nervously at him, then quickly lowered his head to express his repentance, and his fingers were mixed together like plasticine.

The old bear took out a towel from somewhere and gave it to the two brothers in a mess: "Hey, these two chickens are soaked, wipe it quickly."

When Mrs. Xiong saw Wei Qian, she did not bypass him according to the principle of 50 slapping each: "You, are you the one who is like your brother? Cut your little sister's hair, why don't you scratch her face with a knife? What's wrong with us dancing? The dancers are inferior? The beauty of the world is presented by those of us who are not, responsibilities, and careers. Just be narrow-minded. You are just as young as you are. When you get old, you may become a very annoying old and stubborn."

Lao Xiong couldn't bear it and pulled her: "You're about to get out, you're everywhere, why are you so eager to speak? You're so rude. When I make a fortune one day, I'll let you speak at the United Nations General Assembly, okay?"

Wei Qian didn't know if he had nothing to say or couldn't speak, so he didn't respond, but just raised the corners of his mouth a little stiffly, smiled at Sister Xiong, and said softly: "Thank you, Sister-in-law."

Sister Xiong, who originally wanted to suppress Lao Xiong for three hundred rounds, was inexplicably unable to speak because of his smile, so she had to shut up embarrassedly.

Along the way, Wei Qian said nothing, Xiaobao looked at his ugly face and felt more and more nervous.

Lao Xiong informed Sanpang and the others and drove them home before saying goodbye.

As a result, Xiaobao pushed the door and got into it, and Old Mrs. Song broke out.

The night before, Old Mrs. Song was afraid that Wei Qian would beat her, so she was still using various small means to protect her. Today, she rolled up her arms and sleeves and stepped on her own.

The old lady received the notice of "the person was found", and her heart fell to the ground with a bang, and she quickly recited a few words of Bodhisattva blessing.

After thanking the Bodhisattva, she stood at the door with a broom and prepared for the women's singles. After Xiaobao's first "grandma" sounded, Old Mrs. Song swung the broom pole, slapped her in the face and beat her up like a fly.

Whenever Mrs. Song wants to do something, she must be in a mess and have enough venue to play.

Wei Zhiyuan and Wei Qian consciously stayed away from the battle circle and stood against the wall.

Wei Zhiyuan was wondering why his elder brother didn't stop him. Suddenly, a heavier on his shoulder, and Wei Qian pressed his hand on it.

"Help me." Wei Qian's voice was so light that it was almost impossible to hear. His eyelids seemed to be stuck together. He opened a gap with difficulty, but basically couldn't see anything. The cold sweat on the forehead kept flowing down the bridge of his nose, and he couldn't even breathe.

Before Wei Zhiyuan could stretch out his hand, Wei Qian's knees became weak. He shook his whole body and fell down.

Wei Zhiyuan picked him up with a hand, and through the thick winter clothes, he could feel the heat of his body as if it was burned with charcoal.

Old Mrs. Song was stunned, quickly threw down the broom, ran over with a scream: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Wei Zhiyuan reached out to try on Wei Qian's forehead, and he could cook eggs. He immediately bent down and carried the unconscious Wei Qian: "I have a fever, grandma, please find the thermometer and the medicine."

Old Mrs. Song responded, turned around and saw Xiaobao standing there at a loss, and suddenly she was angry again: "What are you looking at? It's all your fault! You are all angry."

Wei Zhiyuan shrewd her, "Don't make noise."

Old Mrs. Song inexplicably obeyed his instructions. From when she began to believe in this half-baby as she had believed in Wei Qian back then.

Wei Zhiyuan carried Wei Qian to his bedroom, tugged Xiaobao and grandma around, and then stripped Wei Qian of the damp coat, poured hot water and fed him medicine.

At this time, Wei Qian had already woken up from his brief coma.

He pushed Wei Zhiyuan first: "It may be a cold, stay away from me and spread it to you."

Wei Zhiyuan was pushed away and then came over as it was.

The boy didn't argue with him, just stared at him after taking the medicine, then added another layer of quilt to him and carefully pressed the corner of the quilt.

At this time, someone knocked on the door carefully outside, and he knew it was Xiaobao - Old Lady Song learned not to knock on the door, and she usually used it to smash it.

Wei Zhiyuan asked Wei Qian for instructions with his eyes, and Wei Qian turned his face aside without saying a word, and closed his eyes at the same time, as if he was asleep at the speed of light. Wei Zhiyuan smiled and understood what he meant.

Xiaobao stood at the door and looked at Wei Zhiyuan who came to the door. At this time, the height difference between the two people had reached a point where they were hairy. If they stood very close, Xiaobao had to tilt his neck to see Wei Zhiyuan's face. She was like a sunflower wilted by the sun. She looked up at Wei Zhiyuan, whimpering and whimpering.

Wei Zhiyuan stretched out his index finger and stood up to his mouth: "I've taken the medicine and went to bed, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Xiaobao felt something unpredictable in his eyes through his hazy tearful eyes. With her IQ and experience, she could not tell what it was, and she had no choice but to nod in obedience and walked back and turned around.

Wei Zhiyuan sent her away, closed the door again, moved a chair, took a book, and sat by the bed guarding Wei Qian.

After a while, the sleeping ingredients in the medicine took effect, and Wei Qian really fell asleep.

The book that Wei Zhiyuan opened in his hand did not go down a page. He simply threw it aside, held his fingers together, staring at Wei Qian unscrupulously.

In such an unusual tranquility and tranquility, he suddenly realized that he understood the silence of his elder brother at home.

In nature, Wei Qian is definitely not the kind of very quiet and introverted personality. Otherwise, Sanpang would have been so annoyed that Sanpang had long been so angry that he would not have been able to get along with him. Wei Qian actually said a lot, and his mouth was quite poisonous when he got angry, but he was a little stingy with his family in his words.

He never talks at home, or even communicates much. It seems that someone talking in his ear can make him feel noisy.

Why?

Wei Zhiyuan watched Wei Qian's face gradually being covered with a little sweaty sweat from the thick quilt, and couldn't help but reach out to push a strand of sweaty hair on his forehead away - the boy figured it out, because that was the eldest brother's unique way of escape and weakness.

Wei Zhiyuan used his eyes to describe Wei Qian's outline, thinking in his mind, if this person is younger or weaker, and there is no way to do anything about it, he is carrying a home on his back. Although he doesn't say a word, will he really be free from resentment?

Can he be calm and regretful?

How is that possible? He is not a stone.

This man, all he longed for throughout his life, hurt him deeply.

And all he hated in his life was haunted by his soul.

He is like a small squeezing tree buds that have been squeezed in a crack in the rock for billions of years, shaking, describing it as twisted, but lush.

Wei Zhiyuan knew that he was not very healthy in personality and lacked the ability to sympathize. This lack was not adult-like, hardened coldness, but that he did not know how to sympathize most of the time.

Whenever Xiaobao and Old Lady Song cried to death against the bitter drama, he felt incomprehensible.

This has nothing to do with age or intelligence - very young children are affected by the emotions of the adults around them, and even puppies will express comfort to crying strangers in animal ways.

Wei Zhiyuan found it difficult to feel other people's emotions and to establish emotional connections with others. Most of the time, he used some kind of disguise to integrate into the environment.

Only the elder brother is different.

Wei Zhiyuan pondered over Wei Qian's feelings, like a child who prying open the top of the temple and peeped out, feeling that precious emotional connection.

About... all the true joys, anger, sorrow, strength and cowardice of a man who was like a god when he was young.

Like a transparent soul standing in front of him, Wei Zhiyuan even felt that his heart was about to melt.

When Wei Qian woke up the next day, he found that he was actually lying in Wei Zhiyuan's arms.

Perhaps he unconsciously tried to kick the quilt while he was sleeping, so Wei Zhiyuan simply hugged him and the quilt.

This was nothing, they lived together since they were young, but when they opened their eyes, Wei Qian felt a little awkward inexplicably.

Wei Zhiyuan has a strong sense of existence.

He occupied half of the bed, and instantly he narrowed the spacious space, and his hands and feet were wrapped around him. Wei Qian felt that he was too worried, but he just felt like an animal... the sense of crisis that his territory was invaded.

After taking the body temperature again early in the morning, Wei Qian had already changed from a high fever to a low fever.

Old Mrs. Song pressed Xiaobao in and apologized. Xiaobao probably didn't sleep well for another night. Her eyes were as red as a little rabbit. She looked at Wei Qian with unconscious words and expressed her deep sin.

Wei Qian no longer mentioned the matter of cutting his hair or leaving the dance team, and this matter was just revealed in a confused manner.

In front of the closest relatives, the rules and regulations of the bottom line are all made of paper, and they will turn into slag when the wind blows. In the end, it seems that there is only a confusion and a mediocre life left.

At noon, Sister Xiong came to the Sanbao Temple for no reason. She took Xiaobao's qualifications and wanted to take it back to teach herself.

Wei Qian did not stop him, so he cheered up and responded to Sister Xiong's words, thanked him, and turned a blind eye to Song Xiaobao.
To be continued...