Wei Qian once imagined that one day, a press conference would find him and his younger brother and sister living like dogs in such an old tube building. Then the reporter would take a few photos and wave a pen, saying "Ambassisted young man works for his younger brother and sister to go to school, and a young shoulder carries a home." Such a tear-jerking disgusting question would be caused by government agencies to come to pay, and there would be various wealthy money that would be too much to spend to donate to their house. He just had to go on TV and hold a big check with them to take a photo.

However, reports like "poor college students", "poor middle school students" and "poor primary school students" are still broadcast on TV every day, but none of them came to Wei Qian and the others.

Maybe there were too many poor people back then, and I had to queue up to get lottery tickets when I went on TV like I bought a car later.

The end of the period is coming soon, and the weather is getting colder. Before dawn when we went out in the morning, Wei Qian rode a second-hand bicycle out on a starry and moon.

He had no gloves, and when he arrived at school, his hands were so cold that they almost no sense of consciousness, so he had to run upstairs with his head down and rub his hands quickly.

On that day, he happened to meet his class teacher when he went upstairs. The class teacher was a middle-aged female teacher with a surname of Li. He was very kind to him. A student like Wei Qian who studied very seriously, had good grades and was low-key and did not cause trouble. If he happened to be more energetic and the teacher was a woman, he was basically destined to be a type of person who was particularly favored by the teacher at school.

Teacher Li called him: "Oh, I happened to meet a young man. Come and carry something for me!"

Wei Qian helped her take the 20 kilograms of rice and two barrels of oil from the school and carry them all the way to her office. Teacher Li asked him with a smile: "Have you had breakfast?"

Wei Qian paused and shook his head.

Teacher Li took out a loaf of bread and a ham sausage from under the table and handed it to him: "You should get up late in bed in the morning, so take it to eat."

Wei Qian smiled a little embarrassedly and took it and thanked him.

Teacher Li didn't know his family situation. At that time, the children in high school were all wearing school uniforms. Except for some clean ones, the young men were all the same sloppy and unkempt. The brand-name bags and the bags bought on the street stalls were stuffed and they couldn't tell the original shape. They asked the girls for a small potato chip bucket that they had finished eating. They poked the table and saw a pen holder.

At that time, people were unexpectedly equal. After scanning the surface, they could not tell which one was the mayor's son or which one was an orphan who had to work odd jobs to survive.

Only at the beginning of school, there was a family situation survey form, with the column of parents' work unit. Wei Qian stared at the space for a long time, and finally wrote the word "individual" in a random way...

Anyway, no one asked him if he was a living or a dead person.

Teacher Li stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder, instructing him: "Go quickly, today on Monday, the flag-raising speech is ready. Go back and read it twice again, don't forget the words in a while."

It is an old tradition of the school to send students to the stage by each liner to the rostrum. Before Wei Qian went to the rostrum, he couldn't help but stand up straight. It was not that he was nervous, but that he was hit by a stick in the back during the melee last night. When he got up in the morning, he saw that it was covered in black and painful.

Wei Qian stood on the stage without a manuscript, finishing his speech full of dreams and main themes like flowing water. As usual, the following are all the students who yawned all over the sky and politely applause.

Wei Qian smiled very lightly, then took two steps back and gave the microphone to the host.

When he was about to step down, Wei Qian finally stood on the high rostrum and scanned the panoramic view of the campus-

A row of ginkgo trees with yellow leaves about to fall, a 400-meter standard sports field, a red brick teaching building, those students wearing school uniforms and ignorant... and a few big cherry trees in front of the teaching building. It is said that they were hybrids of cherry trees in the south and locally planted. Every spring, the petals that float down have a thick layer, which can bury people's feet. Unfortunately, he entered school in autumn and had not had time to see it.

Wei Qian seemed to put all this into his eyes, and then he turned around and walked down the rostrum along the stone steps without looking back.

Before everyone disbanded, he quickly packed up everything about him, picked up the application for withdrawal written in advance, and walked towards the Academic Affairs Office.

The director of the teaching director did not understand the student situation, but just asked the reason routinely. Wei Qian did not want to make himself like a poor out-of-school child. It was useless to say it. The school may have been sympathetic and received scholarships for him after difficult turnover. However, his main problem was not the scholarships, he needed more money, or more time to earn money to support his family.

If the problem cannot be solved, why should he raise his fragile self-esteem and make people watch it?

So Wei Qian, who had a secondary school illness, just explained lightly that his family was going to move to another place and could not continue reading here.

After leaving the Academic Affairs Office, he passed by the basketball court. The specialty student of basketball sports was training. A ball flew towards him. He quickly reached out and then blew a whistle and threw it back. The boy on the stadium waved at him from a distance: "Thank you, buddy!"

Wei Qian smiled at him, but then his smile became dry. He stopped stopping and quickly lowered his head and walked by.

Wei Qian carried his heavy schoolbag to a ragged old man not far away, poured out all the books and papers in his bag, and sold them for one or two cents. Wei Qian raised up another 80 cents and used the two cents to buy a carnation. While Teacher Li was in class, he slipped into her office and placed the flowers on her desk. Then he left the school with his empty bag on his back.

He rode his bicycle home. The two Mazi, who sold breakfast, had not closed the stall yet. When Mazi saw Wei Qian, he asked in surprise: "Qi-Yi-Qian'er, why are you back? Forget, Forget, Forget, Forget..."

Wei Qian got out of the car, threw his empty schoolbag behind him, and calmly interrupted him: "No, mazi, I won't read it anymore."

Mazi seemed to have not realized what he meant for a moment, and he repeated it blankly: "No, no, no, no, no, no?"

Wei Qian: "Well, I've dropped out of school."

Mazi's reaction is always slow, probably because he has a brain problem. Wei Qian sometimes wonders if he slapped him in the face. It will take him a minute to realize the pain.

Ma Zi, who had a problem with his brain, stood there blankly, for more than half a minute. His big bumps with small bumps blushed into a piece of red iron carbon, and his chest was fluttering violently. After a moment, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Then Mazi rushed towards him and pushed him suddenly at Wei Qian's chest. Wei Qian staggered, his bicycle fell to the ground, and the wheels were still spinning around.

Ma Zi opened his mouth and shouted "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Although he was not speaking properly, he had a sad voice.

Wei Qian's chest was almost bursting.

Perhaps it was no big deal to drop out of school in his long life, but for a young man who has been studying hard and looking forward to this to change his destiny, dropping out of school was as if he had been trying hard to support it, and the shaking sky fell.

But the sky fell, and Wei Qian didn't want to hug Mazi and cry on the road, as he looked so ugly.

So Wei Qian just bent down and covered the sad expression that flashed through his face with the action of supporting the car. Then he raised his head and squeezed out a smile that was indifferent and even contemptuous to Mazi: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet. I've quit school and retired. Haven't you all been on the way? What a big deal, what's the matter?"

Mazi cried even harder, hoarsely, and lost intently.

Wei Qian finally couldn't speak anymore. He stood two steps away with his old canvas bag on his back, watching his silly brother wiped his tears with his hands.

The bitter and dry wind and salty tears rushed through the frozen cracked hole in Mazi's hands, revealing the young and bloody flesh inside.

This long winter began with the sound of a little fried dough stick crying like a bear.

Wei Qian embarked on his career as a professional hooligan and became an unknown little thug under Brother Le.

The half-aged child of fourteen or fifteen years old, just picked up his body, and his flesh had not yet reached the bones, and his face was still childish. He showed Brother Le and was silent every day because he had nothing to say to those big men who kept saying three words from women, but he always had more ruthlessness when fighting, and he seemed to have an indescribable anger in his heart.

Brother Le was very disappointed at first. After all, he had great expectations for Wei Qian. He originally wanted to send Wei Qian to university and let him study law or finance majors. Brother Le thought that his business should not be shameful. If he wants to succeed, he would have to take advantage of legal loopholes in the open, and he would take care of the matters of the situation. This person is smart and must be completely trustworthy. It is Wei Qian.

Brother Le had already outlined his grand blueprint for the future like a formation. Everyone had the use of each person one by one, but he didn't expect that Wei Qian, who had high hopes, would be so muddy that he could not get on the wall, so he dropped out of school and stopped studying in high school.

For a while, Brother Le stopped paying attention to Wei Qian because it was useless.

But he didn't expect that after a year of silence, this kid became famous.

After all, Wei Qian is a teenager, and his physical strength is not much like that of a real adult, so he doesn't have much advantage in doing "physical work" like thugs. Brother Le doesn't value him very much. He usually just lets him on duty during the day - the entertainment venue under Brother Le's name is actually a nightclub. Although it is also open during the day, it is just an ordinary place to eat, and there is a highlight at night.

If there are really troubles, they usually go to the evening. This is a consensus in the industry.

Unexpectedly, there were thirty-six industries, and there were hooligans in the real hooligan industry, and there were also bad practitioners and people who ignored professional ethics. Those people belonged to another entertainment city in the city. The boss was rich and wanted to choose the local tyrant, Brother Le, but the person was not in the local area and was beyond the reach, so he sent his subordinates to make arrangements.

His men are a strange man, and he has gathered several major features such as being timid and shameless, and it is rare to be useless.

This man thought about it carefully for a while and felt that he might not be able to beat others when he went tonight. He was afraid that he would not be able to go in, but he did not dare to disobey the boss' orders. So he ran to the nightclub in broad daylight to make a fuss.

The other party brought more than a dozen burly men who were strong outside and were strong at the same time, and came to the nightclub of Xiao Shu with a strong aura.

Those who watch the scene during the day either use security guards hired through serious channels or are half-grown children like Wei Qian who are placed as vases by Brother Le. They can pretend to be good, but they can't see the true sign when they do it.

The people who were kicking the hall saw that they were not good at first sight, and no one dared to stop them when they broke in.

The leader sat down to the hall, and it was obvious that he was making trouble, talking foul words loudly, teasing the little girl holding the plate, and the wine bottle broke all over the floor. The few people who had already eaten were so scared that they stood up and wanted to leave.

The lobby manager frowned and whispered to the little brothers below to call Brother Le.

As a result, before the little brother could go, Wei Qian, wearing the entertainment city uniform, walked over with expressionless expression. A troublemaker thought he was the little security guard who came to stop him. He grabbed his collar and did not take him seriously at all: "Call your boss, don't come out as a gun..."

Before the word "cannon fodder" was said, he suddenly changed his tone. The man screamed and hurriedly let go of Wei Qian, and took five or six steps back, showing fear.

A big bloody cut in his chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Only then did people realize that Wei Qian was carrying a machete for chopping bones in the kitchen.

Wei Qian cut people without any mercy. After slashing, he didn't even wipe his face. He held the machete in one hand and picked up a half-shattered wine bottle with the other hand. He didn't even say anything, and rushed forward to fight like a murderer of his father.

There is a saying that "the stupid ones are afraid of being arrogant, and the arrogant ones are afraid of being desperate." These people avoid the peak of abortion at night and come to cause trouble when the day is quiet. It can be seen that they are not arrogant at all.

So more than a dozen people were killed by a desperate person on the spot. With his shocking appearance, the legend was fulfilled.

When Brother Le heard that when he brought people to hurry up, the battle was over, he saw blood and drinks all over the place.

Half the boy with blood was covered in blood, and he sat on the sofa, stretching his arms to let the three fat man who rushed over to hear the news, tremblingly clearing the broken glass pieces on his arm. His hands were hanging unnaturally, and he didn't know whether it was a dislocation or a fracture.
Chapter completed!