Wei Qian was afraid that the "dog ghost hero" would not die alive, so he thoughtfully repaired the bricks with a few more times until he smashed the dog's head so badly that he threw the bricks down, and wiped the blood on his hands on the wall.

Only then did he have the chance to look up at the little boy who made him fussy, but this little ungrateful wolf had already taken the canned bucket while he was beating the dog, held it in his arms, and swallowed it voraciously.

Perhaps Wei Qian's eyes were so murderous. The little boy shivered clearly. He looked at Wei Qian with his big black eyes. A row of canned soup accidentally flowed down the corner of his mouth. He immediately reached out to catch it in fear and licked his hand clean.

Wei Qian's nameless fire became even more intense, and he wanted to step on the little boy's head and let him lick his shoes and lick them enough.

Seeing his terrifying eyes, the little guy thought he was going to steal his can. He immediately became alert, hugged the can, stood up and leaned against the corner of the wall, and put on a heroic posture of defending his territory to the death.

Wei Qian was immediately discouraged and thought to himself, why are he competing with such a gadget?

He then spat on the ground boredly and turned around and left.

After the results, Wei Qian did not waste his precious holidays. During the day, he went to practice stalls with Mazi Sanpang, sold pornographic videos, and found a job in the billiards hall at night, earning ten yuan a day to watch the venue fee.

He found that the little boy he met that day seemed to have settled in the alley full of garbage. Every time Wei Qian went out, he could see him looking for his supper in the garbage dump.

When Wei Qian passed by, if he was in a good mood, he would occasionally throw a steamed bun to the little kid.

Wei Qian has always hated his biological parents. Children first learned how to contact other people in the world by getting along with their parents. Therefore, it is difficult for him not to hate society. His love is more limited than the rain in the spring in the north. The reason why he occasionally looks at that little guy differently is that he has observed this child.

He found that the little boy had complete arms and legs, no physical disability, not only had no problem with intelligence, but might be taller than an ordinary child, and he could not see his appearance, but his eyes were dark and bright, so he should be nowhere to be worse. If he was really dead, his parents were not taken care of, he would be sent to a social welfare home. Such age and conditions would definitely be snatched to adopt.

The little boy was wandering outside. Wei Qian guessed that he either had a guardian, but the guardian abused him. He ran out by himself, or he was abducted and finally escaped since childhood.

No matter which one is a escaping, it is the one who is not good to him and only escapes if he really can't survive. Wei Qian understands that feeling, and he even feels a little sympathetic.

Of course, even if you are sympathetic, Wei Qian will occasionally feel pitiful only when he feels the little thing. Most of the time, he maintains his cold and sharp heart well.

And even his sporadic kindness caused trouble even after all.

That day, Wei Qian's high school entrance examination scores came out. He did well, and he was 20% higher than the admission line of the best high school in the city. He could rank among the top ten in the district. If he was on others, parents would probably treat him. Wei Qian had no customers, so he didn't buy steamed buns for dinner and bought a bag of meat buns, which was also considered a celebration.

Wei Qian thought he should be happy, but he didn't. He felt like he had two big stones blocked. One stone was a high expense for high school, and the other was a depressed thing that no matter how good or excellent he was, no one told him.

He tried hard to ignore those things, so he was in a very strange state - his brain was hot and his heart was cold.

When he passed by, he threw a meat bun to the little boy next to the garbage dump, and thought to himself: This is the meat bun to beat the dog, and he will never go back.

Unexpectedly, the little thing didn't let his buns go forever. He stuffed the buns into his stomach and put them in a few bites, and then he chased them up with the buns.

It's like a little stray cat, whoever feeds him a mouthful of sausage will recognize who he will be.

Wei Qian looked back and was surprised, thinking that something big was not good, so he had to buy one get one free!

He was already confused and was impatient by following him. He turned around and cursed people fiercely, pushed the little boy, pushed the little guy into his butt, and even made a gesture to beat him, but the other party still followed him and followed him to their house.

The house of Wei Qian's family originally belonged to his grandfather, which was his deceased mother's father. His grandfather was so angry that he was so angry that the house was Wei Qian's mother again. Now that she is dead, it has been passed to him for a certain period of time.

Old tube building, a typical urban shantytown, is a garbage dump downstairs, messy, and the quality and economic ability of neighbors are generally below average, and many people living here are not very friendly.

Righteous and selfish, warm-hearted and unfriendly, they coexist without contradiction with the poverty and backwardness of this residential area, and are strangely harmonious.

For example, the single old woman living opposite the door is relatively unfriendly. Every time she sees Wei Qian, she will start rolling her eyes from afar, and then throw it to the door as if she has seen something unclean, and sometimes she will deliberately throw the garbage at his door.

At first, Wei Qian was too lazy to see her. He was a big child with a child. He was not worried enough every day and was too lazy to pay attention to these trivial matters.

Besides, why should the poor make things difficult for the poor?

Later Wei Qian realized that the poor can only make things difficult for the poor, and they will only make things difficult for the poor. Otherwise, what should they do?

He is a bitch, he is just a bitch. In theory, the old lady scolds her is actually correct.

But today is different.

He did nothing wrong. Even according to the traditional perspective, he was better than anyone else. Why is he the only one living so hard?

His excellent high school entrance examination results pulled his upper body to another world, and his lower body was still calm in the endless swamp, allowing him to see the boundless world, but also allowing him to be unable to break free from his inherent identity and class.

Even if he is a purebred social scumbag like Sanpang and Mazi, he will not suffer such pain.

Wei Qian's overheated mind and cold heart finally pushed him to a critical point. He lowered his eyes and stared at the bad garbage at his doorstep. Blue veins burst out on his arms, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to his mother, but they were far less beautiful than hers. The hatred and gloom that had been shrouded all year round almost became his natural temperament, as handsome as he was, and so gloomy.

The young man Wei Qian squatted down silently, picking up the rotten fruit peels at the doorstep bit by bit and throwing them away.

I didn't know what happened with the little boy who came back, and watched.

Wei Qian took the garbage in silence for two steps, and suddenly he never wanted to do this again. He suddenly threw the garbage in his hand at the door opposite the door, turned around and roared at the boy: "What the hell are you looking at?!"

The little boy was startled and took a step back instinctively.

Wei Qian said viciously: "Little bastard!"

The little bastard leaned against the corner of the wall and looked at him carefully with his big eyes open.

Wei Qian took a deep breath, and he wanted to try hard to suppress the evil fire in his heart. As an "adult", he didn't want to lose his attitude in front of the little boy.

However, at this moment, he found that he could not control himself, and even his eyelids kept twitching... After all, he was not a real adult.

Wei Qian suddenly turned around without warning, picked up a big stone from the ground, and slammed the window of the old woman opposite the door with a bang. The broken glass fell to the ground, and a scream came from the room.

Wei Qian: "You are immortal, please listen to me. I didn't care about you before, but it was because you were seventy-year-old and eighty years old. You will be able to live a good life in the future. If you come again, I will destroy your whole family!"

The old woman was scolding fiercely from the room, and the other party obviously didn't take him as a half-baby.

Without saying a word, Wei Qian turned around and took a kitchen knife out of the house, kicked her door, and directly broke the lock of her house, leaving only a metal chain shakingly connected. The boy held the kitchen knife and chopped the door of the house hard. His face was pale and his eyes were red, and he looked like a lunatic murderer, and he scared the old woman who was scolding and cried.

Since then, the old woman has begun to hide from Wei Qian and spread rumors that he was a murderer. However, the old woman never dared to curse in front of Wei Qian, nor has she thrown garbage at their doorstep.

It seems that bullying the weak is a natural thing to be afraid of the tough.

But Young Master Wei's appearance of a vicious ghost trying to scare the old woman to cry, but he couldn't scare the little boy to cry. The little boy still stayed at his doorstep.

Wei Qian completed his intimidation, and with a "bang", he slapped his own door in front of the little boy and locked him outside the door. The little boy wandered outside alone for a while. Finally, he bent down, picked up the remaining scattered garbage at Wei Qian's door, packed up and threw it away.

He even picked up a few small branches, tied them together, and swept the ground.
Chapter completed!