Dage

下午 On the afternoon of August 15th, Wei Qian bought two boxes of moon cakes. As he passed the hospital, he dropped in and dropped a box for Ma Zima.

Asako pushed his mother out and turned around, but Asamu was not very comfortable. She was spit by half of her face with hot oil. She was basically disfigured, and was particularly sensitive to the eyes of others-if others looked at her face, She would hide away in panic, but if others do n’t look at her face, she will feel scary and uncomfortable.

She can only relax when she sees Wei Qian and San Fat. They are more diligent than Mazi. Even if her face burns into a piece of black charcoal, they are both used to it.

"Auntie, I bought some moon cakes. I'll put you down a box. It's a holiday. How much do you try?" Wei Qian said, he didn't buy moon cakes in bulk, they came in boxes.

Aunt Mazi didn't thank him, and she blurted out: "Why buy this? You're spending money blindly!"

Wei Qian followed her remarkably well: "Who said no, and this greasy thing didn't know what was delicious, who made my two" bosses "love it?"

Aunt Asako laughed, "You can't get used to it this way, you'll get used to it by then."

She didn't say anything on her lips, but she always felt that she was a heavy burden. No one had the financial resources to ask her for a professional caregiver. Most of the time, Mazi had to live alone in the hospital alone, not even a speaker. To her, having an acquaintance to talk about trivial matters is a great enjoyment.

Not to mention that her son took the whole afternoon to push her around.

It's been a long time since she was so happy, and that day, even though her smile was ugly, she was really ugly.

Wei Qian is not accustomed to talking with other people about the mountains. He sat with Mama for a while, and almost spent half a month's smile at once, and he talked dry and his face was a little stiff before leaving.

As long as he was asleep, Asako was still listening as usual.

When Wei Qian left the hospital, he had the same sense of ease of unloading. He and San Fat had already retrieved the pockmarks. In the future, as for the pockmarker, it is not a big deal that everyone will take turns to take care of him. Anyway, he does not have a mum. what.

When Wei Qian came home and pushed the door, the two small things that were originally sitting on the sofa were exactly like the jackals, and they extended their necks and turned their heads back. It was hopeful that Xiao Bao just wanted to speak. Zhixian saw the box in Wei Qian's hand, his eyes were straight, and he jumped incoherently and said, "Moon cake! The TV is broken!"

"..." Wei Qian looked at her and said, "OK, let it repair it for you."

Song Xiaobao shook her head and said, "Hey, hey, hey."

谦 Wei Qian talked too much in the afternoon. At this time, he was too lazy to open his mouth again, so he stretched out a finger and pointed to the direction of the kitchen. Song Xiaobao stared blankly along his hand: "There are moon cakes in the kitchen?"

Suddenly Wei Zhiyuan had trained to jump off the sofa, drill into the kitchen, and take out the toolbox under the storage box.

This puppy leg has been cultivated to the point where it can read brain waves. Wei Qian feels very relieved, and at the same time reproaches Song Xiaobao: "Go away, it's impossible to talk to you."

Tong Song Xiaobao was wronged: "You said nothing at all!"

His TV has been repaired more than once ... His home has been repaired more than once.

Wei Qian is already a skilled worker. He sat on the ground and removed the cover of the TV. Song Xiaobao glared at the mooncake box with a wink, but Wei Zhiyuan lay on his shoulders to watch him check for faults, obediently.

谦 Wei Qian glanced at him, and felt that the boy was more eye-catching than the little girl, and also looked like a sweet cotton-wadded jacket than the little girl.

Xi Weizhiyuan looked at him admiringly: "Brother is really amazing, I will also be a TV repairer in the future."

Wei Weiqian: "..."

Wei Weiyuan stared at him with big ignorant eyes.

Wei Qian said, "I'm offering you a book to make you a TV repairer?"

Wei Weiyuan hesitated and said, "Then ... I can be a TV seller!"

Wei Qian laughed-the little cub pretended to be silly and cute.

魏 Since Wei Zhiyuan started to go to school for 800 years, the transcript has fully reflected the talent of this boy. Wei Qian was unusually precocious and precocious when he was a kid. In retrospect, he is not necessarily better than him.

In the evening, Wei Qian repaired the TV, divided the moon cakes with a knife, and sat down to accompany them while eating moon cakes while watching TV shows.

In "Biography of Heroes of the Eagle Shooting", Guo Jing just left Mongolia, followed by Jiangnan's Seven Monsters and returned to the Central Plains. Their door was suddenly knocked.

的 The knockers are not heavy, it seems a little uncertain, knock a few times, and hesitate a few times.

Wei Qian thought that he was a brother, and he didn't wear a shirt. He took a cigarette and covered his bandages and went to answer the door.

As soon as the door opened, he froze for a moment, and saw an old lady standing in front of him.

The old lady had gray hair, but she was emaciated and not tall. She had not reached Wei Qian's shoulders. She was black and thin. She wore an old-style cardigan that was common when the old rural people went out. Dividing the pants and hanging the legs, revealing her thin, thin ankles.

She was carrying a gray bag behind her back, carrying a plastic bag full of empty cans and beverage bottles in her hand, her hair was neatly combed, not messy, and her clothes were clean. About six or seven Ten years old, but he doesn't bend his waist and doesn't have a camel.

This old lady is probably a pick-up, but it is the most decent pick-up that Wei Qian has ever seen.

At the same time, the old lady looked in horror at the young man who was obviously not a good citizen. Obviously she didn't expect to be the person who opened the door, but she did not step back, raised her chest subconsciously, and asked with openness: Do you live here? "

Her attitude is not good, and there is a certain kind of very unfriendly alert. Wei Qian didn't have time to think about it, just felt that the word "Song Dawei" was familiar, and he didn't remember who it was.

Seeing his expression blank, the old lady said, "Did Song Lili also live here?"

"Song Lili?" Wei Qian frowned and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Xiao Xiaobao heard it in the room and ran out, "Oh! Who is looking for me?"

At first, she jumped out, and the old lady who was so thin and trying to show herself not to be afraid of the field suddenly froze. She greeted Song Xiaobao's head curiously and trembled more and more suddenly, suddenly When Wei Qian didn't have time to stop, she grabbed the little girl by hand, and then burst into tears without respect.

Until then, Wei Qian remembered it later, "Song Dawei" was the father of Song Xiaobao, the short-lived father who had allowed him to live a good life for several years.

It's very dramatic, this old lady is the mother-in-law of his stepdad.

In the early years, long-distance train tickets were expensive for rural residents in remote areas. The migrant labor flow had just formed and the climate was not yet there. It was quite normal for people who went out to work for three or five years to go home. Inconvenient, loved ones mainly rely on correspondence and remittances.

Later, there was no news from Song Dawei. The old lady was very anxious to take a look at it. Coincidentally, at that moment, her wife had a stroke. In those few years, she was immature, and the letters the trustee wrote to her son were also sinking into the sea. Wei At that time, Qian's mother didn't expect to contact Song Dawei's family. She was devastatingly taking drugs and dying.

Finally, just after the Dragon Boat Festival this year, the old lady's sick and crooked old man followed in the footsteps of Xiansheng, thoroughly blowing the lamp and pulling the wax shabu-shabu table.

Mrs. Song became an out-of-one lonely wife. She cried out and sent the old man, picked up her few possessions, barely put together some money, and came all the way by picking up the tatters. I saw this on the post office remittance slip. Came to her son in the northern city.

When the old lady knocked on the door, she raised her head and raised her eyebrows. Although she was carrying a bag of easy-open cans that had not had time to sell, she tried to protect her countryman in this strange city as much as possible. Dignity.

And this dignity finally shattered into a **** after she found out that her son had died early.

The Mid-Autumn Festival, the Reunion Festival, the reunion of the entire Chinese people, no one knows that in the dilapidated building, an old lady was panicked and found that her wife's son was gone, and no one gave her retirement and no care. She was killed by her, and her first half of her life was alive, and she was desolate at night.

She sat on the ground and cried like magic sounds pierced her ears, so much that everyone didn't even eat moon cakes well.

Wei Qian looked at the old black and white photos that the old lady brought with him. The silly boy on the vaguely looked like his short-lived stepfather, and checked the remittance slip brought by her, and basically believed that she was really Xiaobao's grandma.

After all, he was a blood relative. Although Wei Qian felt that the silly old lady was annoying, she did not blast her out on the night of the August Festival, and temporarily kept her and Xiaobao in a room.

But who knows that the old lady didn't know what to do, and wiped away her tears. Her pair of small eyes that are exactly the same as Wei Qian ’s stepfather Song Dawei are full of smart and cunning light. After a quick glance, we know that Wei Qian is not a good thing. After a few words, he first talked to Yan Yuese, and later learned that he turned out to be a punk in a nightclub watching the scene, and the old lady was finally unbearable.

In those days, the old lady in the countryside didn't understand what was confusing and triad. In her eyes, Wei Qian was a bad gangster who didn't learn well.

Alas ... Of course, her opinion is correct.

Of course, the old lady could not let the baby granddaughter live with a stinky hooligan, but she could also see that Xiaobao was very dependent on this big brother.

老 This old thing has experienced a complete history of modern China in her life. She has rushed through all the two wars, changes in dynasties, and various sports since the founding of the People ’s Republic of China.

She knows everything about strategy, so she didn't rush into the face with Wei Qian, and decided to follow suit first, and carefully figure out how to "rescue" her granddaughter from this stinky rogue.

But Wei Qian had no time to care what she thought, because something happened that night.

At half past three in the morning, the door of Wei Qian's house was slammed hard. Wei Qian crawled up, and it was strange that he was woken up so roughly when he slept most. His first reaction was not scolding, but It was a cold sweat first-as if he had predicted something had happened.

Wei Zhiyuan stumbled up and wrapped up in a blanket, he didn't know what was happening, and a mass of mud in his head jumped out of bed instinctively barefoot and followed Wei Qian to open the door.

谦 Wei Qian's door has not been completely opened, and a thing jammed in the door suddenly fell out. He picked it up and saw that it was an envelope with a stack of money in it.

The three fat men at the door were still shirtless, wearing only slippers and big pants, exposed with white plump fat, apparently just rolled off the bed. He was holding an identical envelope in his hand, and did not wait for Wei Qian to respond, San Fat quickly said, "It's Mazi! The envelope I saw when I got up to pee in the middle of the night must be the grandson of Mazi!"

At that moment, Wei Qian's head was surprisingly calm, and he whispered, "Where did he get so much money?"

Twenty-Three Fat: "I won't sell it to anyone ..."

"Impossible!" Wei Qian interrupted him, "Impossible, Brother 3, you don't know that group of people. They want you to die for a long time, and they will definitely hang you little by little, not once. Sexually gives you so much money. "

I understood that Wei Qian was implying that Mazi might have done something more serious than drug trafficking, and San Fei looked at him in a rare and panicked manner.

"I saw him this afternoon ... I should have seen that he was wrong," Wei Qian said quickly, reaching for the phone on the table, pressing a number, and calling a brother who was on duty at midnight the following day, After a long while, Wei Qian put down the phone, and his face was ugly.

"How ..." San Fat held his breath unconsciously, lowering his voice.

"There was an accident over there tonight. I heard that a large group of policemen came. They searched inside and out and took away a lot of people." Wei Qian quickly put on his jacket and shoes, "I didn't see Mazi, I hope he It has nothing to do with it ... "

He Sanfei grabbed his arm with a hand: "He ... what can he have to do with this?"

谦 Wei Qian lowered his voice: "How do I know? I took a look and you went to the hospital to ask the nurse on duty to see if he was there at night."

之 Wei Zhiyuan trot quickly followed Wei Qian, Wei Qian grabbed his arm, and carried him back to the room: "What are you following? Go back to sleep, not going to school tomorrow?"

Wei Weiyuan: "I'll help you out to find Mazi."

"Little cub," Wei Qian glanced at him impatiently, "you don't mess with me is a big help."

Wei Weiyuan's footsteps slammed, and his bright eyes instantly dimmed.

He suddenly felt his own contradiction-if he showed his precocity, it would not be so easy to get the attention of his brother, but he behaved as stupid as Xiaobao. Although he usually pleased his brother, but at the critical time, he would also be As a hairy child like Xiaobao.

The two "adults" have already panicked at this time, and no one can care about speculating Wei Zhiyuan's heart full of contradictions.

"Qian Er ..." San Fei didn't move. His palms were cold and sweaty. His voice was very dry. "If he was caught by the police, what would happen to him?"

Wei Qian raised his head and looked at him in the living room without lights. His eyes were black and white, his eyes were like knives.

"What do you say?" He asked back.

San fat's heart sank.