Brother Le asked Wei Qian to go to work during the day first, and when his arms were removed, he would go to the evening.

The night shift treatment in the night club is very good. Two groups of people work, one shift only costs four hours, but the money is three times that of the day. This means that he can only work four hours a day, so that his family can live a very prosperous life - of course, the one who gets a high salary is the thug, not the kind of hard-working guy like Mazi.

With Wei Qian's qualifications, he could not have been on this glorious night shift. In order to show his closeness, Brother Le personally gave an order to the manager and promoted him in an extraordinary manner.

Mazi was so envious, but Wei Qian was not very happy, and he smoked cigarettes even more fiercely.

The future is dangerous and confused. Even if Wei Qian is a money shop, it is difficult for him to express his joy in the extra income.

On this day, Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan came home from school. Wei Qian put in half a halves of a small watermelon that was more than two pounds, and asked them to dig in half with a spoon to eat it, and after eating it, they went to do their homework.

Song Xiaobao sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating all over his mouth with watermelon soup, and said enthusiastically while eating: "Brother, Sister Niu Niu is dead."

Wei Qian was stunned: "Who?"

"Sister Niu Niu, so tall, there are two small nests on her face, and her eyes are like this, combing... Such hair, living in the small bungalow in front..." Song Xiaobao described her eyes stretching out her hand to open her eyes, and she described her hair pulling her hair. She said her words and was full of body language. It can be seen that there is a reason why she failed the first grade Chinese.

Wei Qian leaned back and hid far away from her: "Sit down for me, speak well, and swear at me - dead? How did you die?"

"I'm dead like this." After Song Xiaobao said that, he rolled his eyes on the spot, held half of her watermelon and poured it to the side. A line of watermelon juice flowed out from the corner of her mouth as expected.

Wei Qian: “…”

Although his little sister is still young, she has an extraordinary imitation ability that penetrates the essence through phenomena. Wei Qian thought it would be a pity for the first time that this girl was not good-looking, otherwise she might be able to become an actor when she grows up.

Wei Zhiyuan calmly added beside him: "I died of taking rat medicine."

Song Xiaobao recovered from his death state and asked hurriedly: "How did you know?"

Wei Zhiyuan said calmly like a person who had seen the world: "She foamed in her mouth and her face was of that color. She must have died of taking rat medicine. I have seen it before."

Song Xiaobao said admiringly: "Why have you seen everything? Is mouse medicine good?"

Wei Zhiyuan was asked by her stupid question beyond expectations. After three seconds, he decided to cooperate with this idiot with insufficient blood supply in the brain, so he said in a serious tone: "It's okay, colorful, red, red, and apple-flavored, and mice like to eat it."

Song Xiaobao looked furious: "Is it crisp?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Crispy."

Wei Qian: “…”

Wei Zhiyuan is a child after all, and Wei Qian can actually see that he sometimes pretends to be stupid, but Wei Qian always thought that Xiaoyuan was trying to please Xiaobao and never thought about him.

...After all, he rarely received care in his life, and even he ignored himself.

Wei Qian had heard of this, because he could not remember who "Niu Niu" was through Xiaobao's narration. But this thing he ignored did not go over. In the evening, Sanpang and Mazi bought vegetables together and came to his house to cook. When serving the dishes, Sanpang deliberately kicked Wei Qian with dissatisfaction: "I'm here to serve you as a master, right? Don't sit there and wait for food. Don't you have a hand? Take the dishes and chopsticks!"

Wei Qian shouted: "Ma Zi!"

Mazi agreed neatly and wanted to work for him. Sanpang was so scared that he shook back when he was glaring at his eyes.

"Ma Zi," Wei Qian stood up slowly and commented pertinently, "You are so cowardly!"

Mazi was not ashamed but proud, and said happily: "Yes!"

Wei Qian: “…”

Wei Qian swung to the kitchen, opened the cabinet with his toes, and took a lazy look at the cottage. The two little boys finally calmed down, each occupying a corner of the table and doing homework.

Wei Qian's mood suddenly improved uncontrollably, and he felt that there were two small things in the room that could breathe, which looked like home.

"Qian'er," at this time, Sanpang suddenly said, "Look at our sister Xiaobao these two days. Don't let her go out and run around after school."

Wei Qian responded casually: "What's wrong?"

Sanpang said: "Do you know Niu Niu?"

Wei Qian: "Hmm?"

"The one living in front of me, the one with a braid is one year older than Xiaobao." Sanpang looked into the two small houses, lowered his voice and leaned into Wei Qian's ear and said, "That girl is gone this afternoon, she died of taking rat medicine."

Wei Qian was too lazy to listen to other people's bad things, and he couldn't even think about his own bad things, so he looked at Sanpang impatiently: "I think you are so idle, fat man, you are either matchmaker or three rats and four eyes. You..."

Sanfat slapped his injured arm with a serious expression: "You fucking softer!"

"Hiss...I'll fuck you..."

Sanpang said seriously: "Listen to me! That little girl was ruined by someone. The child was timid. After several days, she didn't dare to tell the adults that they were hot all day long. I heard that the bottom of her was purulent in the end. I didn't know how serious the crime was. I dare not say that I didn't think about it yesterday and committed suicide by taking rat medicine. Can you give your sister a snack?"

Wei Qian frowned and looked at him: "Nonsense..."

"Who is nonsense with you? Is there anyone who is nonsense about this? Everyone is dead! Am I so immoral?" Sanpang glared at him, "I'm talking serious to you. I'm going to keep my sister a little tight these two days, have you heard?"

Wei Qian reached out his hand and gestured on his waist incomprehensible: "That little brat has thin arms and legs. Isn't it a chopstick when he poked it? What's the best one? Who? Are you sick?"

"I can't tell you a grandson who is not good at knowing money every day, and you know how to fight. What else do you know?" Sanpang waved his hand impatiently, "Some people just can't be hard against normal women. Some people like children who haven't grown up, and some people like men. Niu Niu's mother is almost crying and yelling to call the police. Now she is locked at home by her grandmother."

Hearing the word "man", Wei Qian frowned untreatedly and asked again: "Why don't you call the police? Her grandma is so dementia?"

"The old lady's mind was not turning. She felt that if this matter was reported to the police, their family would not be able to raise their heads and behave. Alas, in short..." Sanpang suddenly stopped talking because when he looked up, he saw Wei Zhiyuan lying on the kitchen door at some point, and he didn't know how much he heard.

Sanpang was startled: "Oh, this unlucky child, no matter how he walked, he didn't move, he was like a weasel!"

The weasel Wei Zhiyuan looked exactly the same, as if he hadn't heard them talking, and he raised his chest and said, "I'll help my brother carry the plate."

"Hey, this little weasel is quite filial!" The big slap of the three fat palm fan stuck on the back of Wei Zhiyuan's head, almost wrapping his little head in, and hurriedly pushed him on the back, "Go quickly."

After saying that, he and Wei Qian looked at each other, and the two stopped the topic just now.

For several days afterwards, Wei Qian picked up and dropped off two children from school.

It is very difficult for Wei Qian to cooperate with them to work hard for them to go to school in the morning and to get out of school in the evening.

He could barely make do with the morning, and the afternoon was particularly unethical at the end of school. At around 3 o'clock, Wei Qian was still early to get off work. He had to drag his arm with a cast on both ends, and rushed to the primary school as fast as possible every day. He hurriedly brought the two kids home, and bought a "double popsicle" worth 50 cents for each, then locked them at home, and ran back in a flash as if they were reincarnated.

Literally, he really ran with his legs. Because Wei Qian was going to transfer to the night shift, many people secretly disliked him. He was afraid that he would waste too long and give others a chance to talk, but he was reluctant to let the little money on the car.

In this way, he practiced a pair of scues that surpassed the bus.

Song Xiaobao's heartless person didn't know how to feel sorry for her brother. He was quite satisfied with such a life because he had one and a half of "double sticks" every day... The extra half came from Wei Zhiyuan. Wei Zhiyuan usually broke the double sticks apart and ate half of them first. Most of the time, the remaining half was cheaper to Xiaobao.

He was lazy and had a good taste - he had already figured out the urinary nature of this little sister and was very good at dealing with her.

He ran back and forth like a donkey like a mill and for more than ten days. When Wei Qian went to the hospital for a follow-up examination, he was scolded by the doctor on the spot and issued a serious warning: "If you want to do this again, just wait for your arms that are bent on a mountain road!"

Wei Qian felt quite embarrassed because Mazi was waiting outside with two small things. The big and small ones had never seen the world. Wei Qian felt that being scolded in front of them was very shameless, and his elder brother's authority was destroyed.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say a word, and felt like he was being knocked in his heart, sore and sore.

He felt a manly desire to protect himself, but his body was still young and childish.

The contradiction between the growing desire for a strong heart and the limited physiological conditions of children constitutes the main psychological contradiction before Wei Zhiyuan's adolescence.

In the middle of the night that day, Wei Qian heard ping-pong thoughts in the kitchen. He reached out and touched him. The boy next to him got up at some point. Wei Qian rubbed his eyes and cursed, walked into the kitchen, raised his hand to pull the kitchen light, and while raising his hand to block the dazzling light, he said impatiently: "If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you messing around?"

Wei Zhiyuan was dragging a long steel pipe and looking up innocently at him.

The half of the kitchen and the balcony are usually used to cook, and the other half is used to pile up all kinds of debris. There are many kinds of weapons that Wei Qian threw in it.

Wei Zhiyuan dragged out a scrap steel pipe from this pile of debris. This time he picked a shorter one. He would not drag it on the ground as embarrassingly as last time. He would feel very powerful when he held a weapon in his hand.

Wei Qian was stunned: "What are you doing with it?"

Wei Zhiyuan glanced at his arms that had changed into new bandages, and said with his chest straight: "I'll take it to school, and you won't use it tomorrow. I'll take Xiaobao back. When I get home, I'll see her not running around, and she will lock the door."

He said this with a certain natural attitude, and he was like a little adult who could take on the task.

Wei Qian felt so furious that the boy he picked up was not a jealous wolf. He was sensible and knew that he felt sorry for others. However, Wei Qian still frowned unceremoniously, picked up Wei Zhiyuan with one hand, turned on the faucet and rushed his dirty hand: "You are still able to do it - wash your hands, sleep me honestly, and I will beat you up!"

Wei Zhiyuan obediently did not argue. Although his elder brother's expression was stinky and his words were not nice, Wei Zhiyuan didn't care. Instead, he loved to listen. He was a child who had been really abused and could tell which one was truly malice and which was just a different form of care.

However, although Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything at that time, he still stuffed the water pipe into his schoolbag while Wei Qian was not paying attention the next day.

In the afternoon, when Wei Qian came to pick up people according to his usual time, he saw Xiaoyuan taking Xiaobao to the direction home halfway.

These two guys didn't wait for him and were brave enough to go home by themselves.

Because they didn't see Wei Qian across the road, and Wei Qian didn't go over, but just followed from behind from a distance.

Although it was nutritious and a little bit bigger, the little boy was only two fingers taller than the little girl. However, he was like a powerful protector, with a serious expression, holding his sister with one hand and a dirty steel pipe with the other, making this short journey home as if he was breaking into the sky gate formation without hesitation.

Wei Qian was a little ridiculous and watched the two children arrive at home. Wei Zhiyuan asked Xiaobao to enter the house very seriously. Then he held the ridiculous steel pipe like an underground worker, poked his head out and investigated carefully near the home. He failed to detect the enemy situation, but found that his brother was standing under the wall not far away, looking at him.

Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that Wei Qian was not only angry at him, but instead smiled at him.

Wei Qian raised the unique, extremely thin chin of the young man, and pointed at Wei Zhiyuan, signaling him to lock the door.

Wei Zhiyuan obediently turned around and entered the room, locked the door, climbed onto the bed, pulled open the curtains, and lay on the window. He watched Wei Qian lit a cigarette and finished smoking silently. He took a rest and quickly turned around and left.

"I haven't even drunk my saliva," Wei Zhiyuan thought so.

That night, when Wei Qian returned home, he was surprised to find that someone had cooled him a cup of boiled water in the enamel jar on the table. He reached out and touched him. It was neither cold nor hot, and the temperature was just right.

This happened the next week. Wei Zhiyuan took Xiaobao out of school alone, and then Wei Qian decorated them from afar, watching them lock the door when they arrived home and left.

Finally, it was a month since Niu Niu's incident, and no other uneasy happened nearby. Wei Zhiyuan looked very reliable. Wei Qian decided not to pick them up and drop them off. The three of them returned to their normal lives.
Chapter completed!