Unfortunately, his proposal was rejected by Lao Xiong without thinking.

Wei Qian: "Why?"

Lao Xiong said in his inherent tone that the flowers bloom slowly on the fire and the room can bloom on the street: "We have different views."

Wei Qian: “…”

At the same time, he thought to himself: Your mother.

Wei Qian asked: "Why don't you say that your three views are not consistent when you hire me to look at the store?"

Lao Xiong replied reasonably and well-foundedly: "That's an employment relationship. Now you want to go with me and you also have to invest. Then we are a cooperative relationship. I can't ask for a partner with disagreement."

Wei Qian asked patiently: "No, what kind of views do you want?"

Lao Xiong: "Ask this question, it means that it is difficult for you to describe your three views in effective language. You don't have the concept of that thing at all. Oh, a sad secular person, without a guide to his way, how confused he should be!"

Wei Qian wanted to know which mental hospital director was dereliction of duty and was willing to release this guy from the society.

Lao Xiong looked at him calmly: "You must think I'm sick, that's because we have different values."

Wei Qian took a deep breath and bargained with him for 300 rounds.

Old Xiong was like a turtle eating a weight, and he was determined to refuse to take him. Wei Qian wanted to beat him up, but he didn't want to offend a person with a stupid and expensive way of wealth. So he said with all his heart: "I take care of the food and drink costs myself. If I can work hard labor or fight a group fight, you should just take more people. You don't have to pay for your salary. What the hell is that if you take me alone?"

The old bear turned a deaf ear to the beginning as if he had entered a meditation. When he heard this, he suddenly looked at Wei Qian with suspicion: "In a group fight? How can you still fight?"

Wei Qian: "Yes, the second major."

The old bear looked at him, thought seriously for a minute, and nodded unexpectedly: "Okay, as long as you can endure hardship, I will take you one."

Wei Qian was satisfied and stepped on the bicycle: "Okay, thank you, Boss Xiong."

Lao Xiong stopped him again: "Hey, we might set out in two days. Can you do that in your school?"

Wei Qian said boldly: "No problem, don't read it anymore."

The old bear, who is as fleshy as Ganoderma lucidum, showed a smile of admiration on his face: "Although we have different values, I still have to say that I admire your spirit of daring to skip school and pursue your future, a real warrior."

Wei Qian rode on the bicycle and turned around from a distance to answer: "I'm going to be allowed to go to school in the autumn."

Old Bear: "…"

A moment later, the old bear who was deceived with his feelings dragged his long voice like an old woman and began to yell behind Wei Qian: "Shameless and unscrupulous party! You still want to hang out in the hard-working mass team, you, you..."

Wei Qian hummed a little tune and rode far away.

In this way, Wei Qian began another journey of dying in his life, asking for money but not being alive.

This time, when he left, Wei Qian did not speak silently.

First, it is not impossible to tell if he follows Lao Xiong out for some small business, and second, he has indeed grown up two years older.

Putting himself in his shoes, Wei Qian thought that if he was Sanpang, he would suddenly receive a message of help and hear such a horrifying truth, he would have to go crazy.

The passing time was not without trace. It began to make him realize that Mazi and the third brother had been spoiled and accommodated him, but now Mrs. Song tolerated him and took care of him. He also began to admit that he was full of suffering and hatred, but in fact he had been willful and reckless.

Mazi has no chance in his life, but there are two left, and he wants to be nicer to them.

Before leaving, Wei Qian notified Old Lady Song and told Sanpang. Finally, he ran to Mazi's house, told Mazi's mother, left her a thousand yuan, and coaxed her to say that it was sent back by Mazi.

Didn't tell the two children.

There was no need, and after the last trip to the south, Wei Qian was almost afraid of Wei Zhiyuan.

That kid is not small, but he is always clingy.

It was summer vacation two years ago, and this time Wei Qian was afraid that he would not even go to school, so he just gave up and left with him - Wei Zhiyuan would definitely do such a thing.

However, Wei Zhiyuan still noticed clues.

The cause was that the night before Wei Qian left, in order to prepare for a long trip, he bought a pack of regular medicine. As soon as he got home, Mazi's mother pushed out in a wheelchair and called him downstairs, saying that the TV was broken.

Wei Qian hurriedly ran to help her repair it, and forgot about it.

When he came back, he found Wei Zhiyuan sitting on a chair and carefully studying the types of medicines.

Wei Zhiyuan opened his mouth and asked, "Brother, where are you going?"

Wei Qian himself didn't know why, but after hearing his question, his hair stood up, and he almost felt a sense of fear of being caught. He tied his tongue and stumbled, and then he reported to their little ancestors in a fooling manner: "Go, where to go? Where to go? No! Oh, that's almost summer, people are prone to heatstroke, heat and colds, I'm going in advance."

Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him silently, without saying a word, and put the plastic bag containing the medicine back in its original place. He clearly saw a pack of medicine to prevent motion sickness and several oral glucose inside.

Old Mrs. Song was told by Wei Qian, don’t tell the two young men, for fear that they would be overly worried, especially for Wei Zhiyuan not to go to school. She brought the meal out of the kitchen and caught a glimpse of the situation. She quickly said, “That was bought by your brother. He didn’t want to go anywhere. This child is really a fool. Take the chopsticks quickly, we’re going to have a meal.”

She was so lying and sighing, almost making a comeback from Shajiabang. How could Wei Zhiyuan not hear it?

He looked back and saw a few plates of dumplings on the dining table - she respected tradition quite well.

Wei Qian had nothing to say to the old man who was persevering in his words. He saw through it and let her spread the rumors. She promised that she could be worthy of the organization and kept the secret. That would be a sin to be committed to her own fault.

Old Mrs. Song has only one way to keep secrets since ancient times: she is afraid that others will not know.

Wei Zhiyuan is not a kind of gentle personality, but he never learns to be arrogant. Due to his natural personality, no matter how bloody he is, he will not vent his riots and make noises. He will only express his extreme disappointment and grievances with silent expressions and eyes.

He had already heard it, grandma knew what the elder brother was going to do.

And they unanimously regarded him as an ignorant child... Although he no longer pretended to be crazy and chasing Xiaobao, no longer pretended to be innocent and acted spoiled, even though he was running towards the adult's standards in a storm, he did not dare to stop for a while.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, the restlessness and rapid physical and mental changes during his adolescence made Wei Zhiyuan increasingly unbearable to the elder brother's attitude towards him. He had no way to relieve his anger, so he had to suppress the volcano in his heart like the fire of the earth.

Before going to bed at night, Wei Zhiyuan took out a notice and handed it to Wei Qian: "Can you sign me?"

When he said this, he seemed to have handed over a letter of review, looking down at his toes, his eyelids did not raise his eyes and his expression was cold.

Wei Qian glanced at it: "Summer camp? What summer camp?"

Wei Zhiyuan said coldly: "A while ago, our school organized a selection competition for the Mathematical Olympiad. I was selected and was selected to participate in the training during the summer vacation... Oh, those who have participated in the training can directly enter the key classes of the junior high school department of our school."

If any other child had been happy to show off his adults, but Wei Zhiyuan seemed to just ask Wei Qian to sign as the guardian, and his face was tightly tight and he was not happy at all.

He couldn't be happy. No matter what, he was powerless in front of his elder brother.

But his young guardian was very surprised - especially when he saw the notice that when the school only selected one student in one subject, Wei Qian felt extremely long-faced and couldn't help laughing. However, immediately, he felt that he shouldn't be too happy to show off to prevent the child from being proud and complacent. So he coughed dryly, flattened the corners of his mouth, signed the letter, and said in a straight line: "Since you go, study hard, let the school teacher look down on you, and don't lose the chain and embarrass you."

Wei Zhiyuan nodded with his eyebrows down.

Wei Qian touched his pocket, then remembered something, opened the locked drawer, took out some money, and put it in an envelope. When he was doing this, he was so happy that he knocked down a bottle of cauliflower that Xiaobao put on the table with sorrow. Although he quickly helped him up, his wrist was still stained.

Wei Qian tore up a piece of paper and wiped his wrists, and handed the envelope to Wei Zhiyuan: "I'll leave this for you outside. If you want to live out, don't feel wronged when you eat and drink outside."

After saying that, he raised his hand and rubbed Wei Zhiyuan's hair.

The still remaining floral water on his wrist was mixed with the aroma of alcohol, and his fingers were slender and powerful. Wei Zhiyuan suddenly felt an electric current on his head rushing into his mind, and he couldn't help but blush.

After blushing, he began to feel inexplicable shame and anger in his heart, and the taste was indescribable.

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly shouted: "Brother..."

Wei Qian looked back at him.

Wei Zhiyuan wanted to tell his brother that from now on, he has his own way to go and his own direction to grow up. He will no longer want to pester his elder brother like a silkworm. He will never follow his elder brother in scrutiny like he did two years ago, and go all the way to do a drag.

He will become a standing stubborn Wei Zhiyuan, rather than a distracted follower.

However, facing Wei Qian's happy and restrained expression, Wei Zhiyuan rolled his words in his throat for a few times, and then rolled back wherever he originally came from, scattered into a silence.

He shook his head silently, and he had no idea what to say.

The next day, Wei Qian watched Wei Zhiyuan ride his bicycle and take Xiaobao to school, and then he breathed a sigh of relief to judge the gentleman with a villain's heart, packed his luggage and went out to meet with Lao Xiong and the others.

The old bear, wearing a big toad mirror and a sun hat, was chewing gum. Before leaving, he was telling Wei Qian: "You can take you, but we are ugly sayings ahead. The railway there has not been repaired yet. We have to drive in. Maybe where to go. Flat places are high in altitude, and roads are not easy to walk in at a lower altitude. Especially on mountain roads, a large number of unjust ghosts have fallen down the mountain every year and then hung on the wall. We will not come back as early as the end of July. That sin is really not something that people suffer. You must go with me."

Wei Qian nodded without hesitation.

Old Xiong shook his head and sighed, preparing to continue to use his hypnotic story-like speed to make a long speech, which was interrupted by Wei Qian unbearably.

Wei Qian: "Boss Xiong, listening to your words always reminds me of a poem."

The old bear looked at him.

Wei Qian said: "I sew tightly before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late."

Old Xiong was thinking for a long time with a toad mirror. Until the car had already driven in the city, he woke up and asked, "No, what was said just now is a grandma's? You bastard."

Wei Qian knew that he was ignorant and did not know that he was so ignorant and so ignorant. What surprised him even more was that he was so ignorant and dared to be arrogant and elegant... This person is really, and it is hard to describe in one word.

Wei Qian followed Lao Xiong like this and walked quietly for several months. At first, he would occasionally call back to report his safety, but later he simply lost all the news.

During this period, Song Xiaobao also muttered several times, but Wei Zhiyuan didn't mention a word. Old Mrs. Song suspected that this terrifying child was kept in her heart.

Wei Zhiyuan slept alone in a large empty bed. Every night, he had to stay until twelve o'clock. The used homework books were ordered into calculation paper, and the corners were filled with every inch of land. He could use up a thick whole book in three or four days.

Old Mrs. Song looked at the calculation process that she couldn't understand, but she couldn't bear to sell the junk and treasured it as a tool to educate Song Xiaobao on a routine basis every day.

Song Xiaobao was tortured inhumanely because her amiable grandmother left her with only one sentence: "Look at others, look at you again."

Song Xiaobao muttered and said without ambition: "I am a middle-aged student."

"Medium student," Grandma hit her head with chopsticks and gave an unfounded conclusion, "Medium student is embarrassing!"

She couldn't even understand the subtitles placed when interviewing foreigners in the news broadcast, and couldn't read a lot of big words. She even praised the middle-aged students with shameless words...

Medium-class students are pretty good, not the tail of the crane!
To be continued...