The next day, Wei Qian went out and saw that the little boy was still there. His head was big and his limbs were thin, and he curled into a round ball.

Wei Qian almost let the ragged ball trip.

After a night, most of the anger in his heart had disappeared. Wei Qian could not helplessly looked down at the little thing that had become a ball, wondering what the little cub was thinking.

Wei Qian felt that his whole body was filled with the light of revenge on society, not only did the Buddha's light shine and the Immortal Heavenly Lord. When he recalled it, he seemed that he had never given the other party a good face.

Wei Qian didn't understand that this little thing who seemed to be always ready to fight was interested in him, and he easily let go of his guard and even relied on him.

Fortunately, it was summer. If it were winter, sleeping in the north for a long time in winter would freeze the little boy to death.

A little thing that was so big, stood up and looked similar to Xiaobao. He couldn't really go home and take out a kitchen knife to kill him. Wei Qian stretched out his toes and poked the dumpling under his feet: "Hey, hey, get up, don't sleep here, have you heard? Our house is not open yet, why are you sleeping blindly?"

The dirty coal pellet ball raised his head in a daze. When he saw Wei Qian, he immediately became energetic and looked at him with expectant face, like a stumbling petite little cat with a stuttering tail tip, and he was still trying hard to get under the feet, trying to show his well-being and harmlessness, and requesting adoption.

No matter who sees it, he can't bear it. What a pity that he met a person with a heartfelt heart like Wei Qian.

Wei Qian had no sympathy and did everything to bully cats and beat dogs. He decisively ignored his pitiful little eyes, and was too lazy to waste a word. He turned his hand and locked the door. When he bent down, he picked up the boy's thin arm and carried him downstairs. Then he threw it on the grass that was neglected to take care of, and said simply: "Don't put your nose on, get out."

The boy fell into the weeds and watched him leave without looking back.

The little boy got up after a while, looked up at the dilapidated tube building that was very tall for him. After a while, he lowered his head, his naked little feet and toes were entangled with each other, and he felt very disappointed.

This little guy is indeed a child who has been abducted and trafficked - Wei Qian is cruel and vicious, and he is right.

He was too young when he was stolen and I don't remember it very much. The traffickers kept him for several months and later sold him to a very remote farmer's home.

It's nothing. Everyone who is son is a son, and he also enjoys the life of an only child for two years.

Unexpectedly, in the third year, his adoptive mother, who was determined by the village doctor to be infertile, miraculously became pregnant. Another year later, his adoptive mother gave birth to a healthy fat boy.

Since then, the boy has become redundant at his foster parents' home, and his life has also become worse and worse.

That day, while the boy was washing dishes in the cold well water, his fingers were numb because he was frozen and accidentally broke a bowl, angering his drunken adoptive father.

The adoptive father stripped his clothes and asked him to stand in the middle of the ice-dropped yard in the cold winter.

The boy felt that he was going to freeze to death, and finally, he made a decision that was a bit amazing for his age - he ran away.

The little boy stole a few adult clothes and put them on his body casually. Then he climbed over the wall with the help of a ladder overnight. He quietly hid in the car that was pulling winter cabbage into the city, and was pulled into a city.

From then on, he became a little wanderer.

Such a little boy who was unattended was easily targeted. During this period, the boy was almost abducted and trafficked again several times. Some attempted to sell him, some attempted to get him to be a thief, and two others discussed selling his organs. The boy overheard him when he was peeing in the middle of the night and ran away overnight.

He was able to survive so long that he successfully escaped every time. His luck was so good that he became a miracle and became half an escape expert.

He secretly took the train, changed several cities in a row, and met all kinds of people. Occasionally, someone tried to talk to him, but he pretended to be mute and couldn't speak, and he quickly tried to escape. There might be really kind people among them, but unfortunately the boy didn't dare to let go of his vigilance - it would be fine if he was sold in a whole set. He was even more afraid of those who planned to cut open his stomach and take out the parts on his body to retail.

But when he was sleeping in the open and hungry, he still instinctively envied those who had a house to live in and had a home.

The little guy hasn't known what home feels like for a long time, but he can't have a home because he is afraid to contact anyone.

In the eyes of the little boy, there seem to be only two types of people in the world. One person thinks he is dirty, and walks around him from a distance, throws him and hits him with stones, and the other person is kind to him, but in fact he still wants to sell him.

Until he met such a unique person.

He had heard others call him "Qian'er" with local characteristics. This man helped him kill the big wild dog away and gave him food, but he threw it away and never said a word to him.

Of course, most of the time, this person will turn a blind eye to him.

Wei Qian's ignorance and non-communication made the boy feel safe, and at the same time, his occasional charity behavior made the boy feel a little rare warmth.

The little boy actually kept changing places to live, but in order to secretly look at this person every day, he had been living in this alley for several months without realizing it.

In the past few months, the little boy has carefully observed and made a prudent argument, and used his malnourished brain because he was not full of food since he was old, to come to a conclusion-this big brother is a good person.

This was the first time in his wandering life that he couldn't help but feel the desire to touch others... But what disappointed him was that when he stretched out his tentacles and tried to touch them, the bastard who was suspected to be a "good man" didn't seem to want to adopt him.

The boy was disappointed and sad, and he wandered around for a while, thinking about whether to give up.

Before he could think about the result, it was raining, and the boy had no choice but to hide back into the corridor.

The heavy rain did not stop until the evening. Sanfat's mother came downstairs at noon to help Xiaobao warm up the meal. When she saw the little boy curled up in the corridor, she was shocked and bent down to look at him carefully: "Oh, whose child is this?"

The boy immediately raised his head fiercely like a little wild beast with hair blown up, his whole body tense, as if he was about to rush up and bite her at any time. His fierce eyes shocked the three fat mother to take a step back: "Oh, this little beggar is crazy!"

The mother of Sanfat was afraid of getting into trouble, so she glanced at the little boy vigilantly, quickly opened the door with the key left by Wei Qian, and entered the house in three steps and two steps.

In the evening, Wei Qian came back from odd jobs after school. When he looked down, he saw the little dumpling in the corner. His face suddenly looked bad.

He strode over and wanted to throw this little boy out again. When Xiao Tuanzi saw him coming, he thought he was going to be beaten. He quickly faded into the corner of the wall in horror and posed in a defensive posture.

The little devil also knew that he was afraid of this, which made Wei Qian feel strangely satisfied. The middle school boy snorted coldly, looked up and glanced at the rain outside the window, turned around and went into the room, and actually let the little boy go.

It is stuffy in summer, and Wei Qian usually only closes the security door with a layer of screen windows, not the main door for ventilation in the room.

When Xiaobao saw a child outside, he asked in a silly voice: "Brother, who is that person outside? I'm so embarrassed and don't wear pants."

Wei Qian said: "Play yours, don't care."

After a while, Xiaobao said again: "Brother, he always looks at our house."

Wei Qian walked over and stood at the door and shouted viciously at the boy: "Get away!"

The boy was startled by him and hesitated to take a few steps back.

But when he came out of the kitchen with the food, he saw Xiaobao squatting at the door, looking outside and saying, "Brother, he is still looking at our house. You can let him in."

This time, Wei Qian was too lazy to scare him even so he ignored her, put the dishes on the dining table, then walked over, raised his hand and threw the door over, completely isolated the two envious snooping gazes outside the door.

Let him come in? Wei Qianxin said that if he was a millionaire, such a little boy, he would be willing to raise ten or eight, and let them stand in a row every morning to call for numbers.

But is he?

He was just an outstanding gangster. He didn't even know which Monkey Mountain to go to when he paid the tuition fee of 400 yuan he had to pay at the beginning of school!

Unfortunately, the girl is outgoing. Song Xiaobao, a little girl, is nothing. She has learned to turn her elbow out after just two days of taking off her diapers.

Within two days, as soon as Wei Qian entered the door, he found that Xiaobao had put the little boy in the house.

Wei Qian was afraid that the little wild children outside would have infectious diseases and parasites that would be transmitted to Xiaobao, so he immediately got angry at his sister, which scared the little girl to cry. He reached out and picked up the vest on the little boy's body, and threw him out again like throwing a rag.

The little boy struggled in his hands, but he stared at him with his shiny black eyes. The eyes were like black stones washed by the rain in the mountains. They looked particularly eye-catching on the dirty little face that could not see clearly, looking so wild, full of resentment, loss and vague pleading.

"Dog," Wei Qian scolded him.

Xiaobao is really a thing that can be eaten and beaten - mainly because Wei Qian has never really beat her. Although he doesn't express it much, in fact, the baby has never touched a single hair of her, so that Comrade Song Xiaobao forgot about being scolded.

Within three days, she brought the little baby back again.

It was still dark. This time, her cold and bad-tempered eldest brother was finally angry. Wei Qian reached out to grab the boy. The boy noticed the danger and hurriedly jumped up to avoid it, causing Wei Qian to wave his high slap.

Wei Qian was anxious and raised his legs and gave him a soothing. The boy was kicked hard and hurt. He didn't even scream. He just groaned, knelt on the ground, stretched out his arms, and hugged Wei Qian's legs.

Xiaobao, a naughty child, finally gained knowledge. She never thought that the elder brother who was with him day and night would be so violent. She was so scared that she burst into tears and howled, "Brother!"

Somehow, the boy felt as if he was touched when he heard this. He had been pretending to be mute for more than a year, but at this moment he spoke to Wei Qian without thinking. Although his voice was hoarse and his pronunciation was very strange, Wei Qian still heard his words clearly, and he imitated Xiaobao and said, "Brother!"

Wei Qian's feet, which were about to step on, suddenly couldn't move.

What are you doing? Wei Qian thought blankly, beating such a little boy? What is the difference between this and his slutty mother?

Finally, Wei Qian sighed, slowly retracted his feet, walked into the kitchen without saying a word, and put a pot of clear soup with noodle soup, and brought it to the little boy: "Eat it."

The boy didn't want to act too boring, but unfortunately this bowl was like a long drought and rain. As soon as he smelled the fragrance, the word "prosperity" happily abandoned him and eloped with him.

He almost buried his face in the bowl and ate it hard. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. After drying three bowls, his stomach was full.

Wei Qian sat next to him calmly. When he finished eating, he cleaned up the dishes and then said to the boy: "Can you understand human words? OK, I know you can understand."

Wei Qian shook the dishwashing water on his hand, squatted down, and let his eyes level with the little thing.

"I can't afford you," he said almost as if he had the greatest patience of his life, "you, you've found the wrong place."

There was still a dish soup beside the boy's mouth, and his eyes were as bright as stars staring at the boy in front of him.

Wei Qian gently pushed his shoulder: "Okay, just eat and leave."

A minute later, the boy walked out of his home for the first time, rather than being violently thrown out by him.

For two or three days, Wei Qian didn't see the entangled little boy until the evening of the fourth day, when he dragged his tired body home and calculated how much he was missing for tuition, he saw the little boy again at the door of his house.

This time Xiaobao didn't dare to open the door. One of the two children stood in the door and the other outside the door. Hearing footsteps, he raised his head together and looked at him eagerly.

The boy standing at the door was dragging a huge snakeskin bag in his hand, which was "dang bang" inside. Wei Qian lowered his eyes and glanced at it, and found that it was a bag of bottle caps and cans.

"This can be sold for money." Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, the boy explained in a low voice. He seemed to be afraid that Wei Qian would not believe it, and stretched out his dirty little hand, holding two 050 cents of banknotes in his palms, "Really, I've sold it."

Wei Qian was still silent.

Xiaobao called out softly at the right time: "Brother."
Chapter completed!