Mazi seemed to know that Wei Qian would squat at his doorstep to block him, so he simply stopped going home.

He didn't even go to the hospital. He only secretly paid when he was almost out of money in the account. Since he saw Wei Qian once in a nightclub, he began to hide from Wei Qian with determination.

That night, Wei Qian was not on duty. He and Sanpang were wandering around Mazi's house for many times. Sanpang snatched a cigarette from Wei Qian, squatted on the ground, stared at the ant nest on the ground and said, "You can hide it, hey Qian'er, you said that when that kid was studying, if he had such a roundabout mind, could he not even count the number?"

Wei Qian was annoyed by his words: "Shut up, you're so much talking, are you talking?"

Sanpang covered his chest: "You little bastards are all so big, right? I'll shit and pee..."

Wei Qian glanced at him with a chill.

Sanpang's voice came to an abrupt end. After a moment, he said meaningfully in a half-joking tone: "Didn't you notice that your anger has become more and more serious recently? Has Mao Xuewang eaten too much?"

Wei Qian ignored him. On the glass on the third floor, Wei Zhiyuan lay on the window, pointed in a certain direction, and lipped towards them.

Sanpang: "What are the monkey kids doing when he lie on the window like a gecko?"

Wei Qian grabbed Sanpang, turned into the alley behind Mazi's house, and whispered to Sanpang: "I asked him to stare at the distance and look at me."

Sanfat Daqi: "Because of this, did you buy him a telescope?"

Wei Qian: "No, he didn't know where he got the plastic concave mirror, so he used the focal length to paste it with a paper roll."

Sanpang was filled with emotion: "Awesome, skillful, good seedlings for scientists... Damn, what is this?"

Wei Qian picked up a sack and a roll of hemp rope from the corner of the wall, picked up the sack himself, and threw the rope to Sanpang: "Discover me? Tie him."

Sanpang looked down at the roll of hemp rope on his hand, and felt even more moved: "Awesome, murder, kidnapping, a good seedling for the heroes of Liangshan!"

Wei Qian took two steps and recalled: "You call me a bandit?"

Sanpang: "Oh, baby, you really know yourself."

Wei Qian: “…”

Sanpang couldn't stand him, so he had to stab him twice every few days. Wei Qian knew it in his heart, but he didn't care.

He walked the path he chose, regardless of life and death, without any regrets.

But he was walking alone in the rain, with the bitter wind and rain, and muddy body. Others were willing to cover him with their palms, but he felt that it was smooth and not disgusted.

Mazi spied in a distance and confirmed that the fat man and Wei Qian were not there. Then he returned to his home like a thief. Mazi was so nervous that he took out the key tremblingly while searching around with a terrifying head. Finally, he inserted the key into the keyhole and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the breath was not relaxed to the end. Suddenly, his eyes turned black and he was pushed to the wall by someone. The man pressed his knee against his body, twisting his arms and his hands seemed to be hit by iron. Then, Mazi's hands were tied.

Mazi's heart sank, and an uncontrollable urge to pee surged up. His first reaction was that he was arrested by the police, and he only had two words in his heart - it was over.

Wei Qian and Sanpang arrived at Wei Qian's house with pockmarks on one side.

Song Xiaobao looked at her brother Mazi who was tied up in curiosity, jumped out and shouted: "Kidnap the ticket! I won't kill you if I give up the gun!"

Sanpang smiled bitterly: "Dear sister, you are really messing around."

Wei Zhiyuan quickly grabbed her, pushed her into the hut, and said in his tone: "Have you written your math homework? I won't copy it for you."

It was a big deal that there was no place to copy homework. Song Xiaobao pouted and lost interest in kidnapping.

Wei Zhiyuan pushed her into the room and looked out through the crack in the door. Sanpang saw it and quickly smiled, giving him a thumbs up to encourage him. Wei Zhiyuan smiled at him to show his friendship, but was still waiting for his elder brother's reaction.

Wei Qian took out a box of mint candy that nightclubs prepared for guests for free, and threw it over from the air. This time, Wei Zhiyuan smiled, reached out to catch it happily, and closed the door and left with satisfaction.

Sanpang felt that this situation looked very familiar, and later he remembered that this was a standard dog-taught action - Wei Zhiyuan almost opened his mouth to answer.

"You," Sanpang said to Wei Qian with his head shaking his head, "I am so immoral that there are all mutton skewers on the ancestral grave."

Then the two of them untied the sack on Mazi's head together.

Neither of them expected to scare Mazi like this - Mazi's eyes were scattered. It was not until after seeing them clearly for a while that his dull eyes turned around. He took a deep breath like anger, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground.

"Oh my second uncle," Sanpang squatted down and looked at his face carefully. "Even acne is scared, how many bad things have you done, brother?"

Wei Qian didn't intend to talk nonsense, so he pulled Sanpang away: "Who was the person you met that day? What did he give you? Why did you give you money? Why did you run away when you meet me?"

Sanpang pulled him: "Slow down, don't burn his brain."

"It's better to burn it!" Wei Qian picked up the collar of the pockmark, "Do you want to tell me or ask me to search your body?"

Mazi looked at his brother who was close to him, and his tongue seemed to be tied, and he couldn't say a word. He could only look at Wei Qian deeply, and some thrilling sadness reflected in his eyes.

Wei Qian did not care whether he was sad or not, and did what he said, and began to search his body with all his words. Soon, he found a few small paper bags from his pocket.

Of course Wei Qian knew what that was. He would never forget what he was like when he died. However, he couldn't believe it for a moment. After a moment of stunnedness, he slowly opened one of the paper bags, and the fine white powder inside finally became a reality that he could not escape.

"What is this?" Wei Qian asked, and then his voice suddenly changed tone, "What is this?"

A line of tears flowed down from the corners of Mazi's eyes, like a dying turtle beside a dry riverbed.

Wei Qian suddenly jumped up and kicked him in the chest. Unfortunately, he didn't kick it, so he was hugged by Sanpang and dragged it back onto the sofa. Wei Qian tried hard to break away from him: "Anyway, he doesn't want to die anymore, so I might as well kill him directly, so I can clean up, protect, save energy and reduce emissions!"

As a non-combatant, Sanpang couldn't hold him in his arms and quickly said, "Children, those two children are still in the house. Don't be here to fight and kill."

A word miraculously calmed down Wei Qian. Wei Qian subconsciously turned around and looked at the cottage, and found that the door of the cottage was pushed open a crack. Two pairs of small eyes were sneaking out, and the two cubs were peeking outside. When they met his eyes, they were shocked and closed the door with a "bang" and wanted to cover it up.

Wei Qian felt angry and dispersed most of the time with laughter and tears.

But Mazi could no longer suppress it. He seemed to suppress the desolation and hopelessness of the whole world in his chest. He leaned back and lay on the ground, his hands were still tied, curled up into a big shrimp, constantly snatching the ground with his head and crying loudly, as if he had to vent the depression in his chest that was one of the ten thousand.

Sanpang let go of Wei Qian, squatted down, and his round fingers were stained with powder that accidentally sprinkled on the ground.

He waited quietly for Mazi to cry for a while, and until his crying weakened, Sanpang asked softly: "Is this 'white face'?"

Mazi just cried "whimper" and couldn't speak. Sanpang lowered his head, and when he lifted it up, his eyes turned red. He looked desperately at the other side, trying to hold back his tears, and his lips unconsciously pursed into a line.

"I know this is definitely not something you sucked by yourself. You can't do this. I know that it's because our mother doesn't have enough money..." Sanpang's voice was hoarse, but he couldn't say it anymore. He took several deep breaths, and his broad back was like a undulating bellows before he could answer his voice, "But this is a dead end, brother, I can't watch you go to death! If our mother knows, she will be able to hang herself on the radiator in the hospital tonight. Why...you are all so ignorant!"

Wei Qianmu looked silent, and Mazi's tears seemed to have dried up, lying there dying without any response.

Sanpang wiped his fingers on his eyes, preventing others from seeing that he was crying.

The three of them were relatively silent in the small living room for a while. Wei Qian suddenly walked to the bedside table and opened it. There was a small stack of RMB inside, all of which he had accumulated recently. He stuffed the money into the pocket of Mazi's drug, and said word by word: "The third brother and his parents are not the leader of their family. I am the head of our family, and I have the final say - look at my house, how much is it worth if I take action? How long can I support my mother? After using the money, you tell me, I will give you money if I have money, and I will sell it if I don't have money."

Mazi's eyes slowly fell on the two of them, with bloodshot eyes in their eyes.

Wei Qian said impatiently: "What are you looking at? When you encounter something, you hug your head and cry. What's the profit of you two? Isn't it money? Isn't it money?"

He said this, but he couldn't get it.

Yes, what's so great about money? But they just don't have money!

Wei Qian stood up and sat on the shabby sofa, trying hard to calm his heartbeat - he heard the sound of the beast trapped in his chest.

Sanpang sighed, untied the rope of the pockmark, helped him up, picked up a few packs of "white flour", and all washed down the toilet.

That night, Mazi took the money given to him by Wei Qian and Sanpang and left without saying a word.

He walked to the front of the building - where he and his mother had fried dough sticks, suddenly stopped, Mazi raised her head and shouted upstairs: "Ah!"

Wei Qian and Sanpang opened the window and looked down.

Mazi knelt on the spot with a "thump", and the bent spine turned into a shrimp. He kowtowed to his brothers' sincere affection, then reached out to touch the soil and grass on his forehead, and stood up and left.

He is not good at speaking and cannot speak at critical moments. This is the case.

A new moon rises in the sky, and if it is round again, it will be Mid-Autumn Festival.

The pervert who specializes in bullying children still couldn't find it. Perhaps it was a pervert who didn't expect that the same rice could raise a hundred people. Among the children who were so fragrant and soft and bullied, there were also brave men like Wei Zhiyuan who fought and desperately killed him. The pervert probably made Wei Zhiyuan impotence on the spot with a tube, and he never appeared again after that.

On the first week of August Day, Wei Qian hung up a big lottery. It is said that people are wandering around the world, so how can they not be killed? He has only made a name for himself now. He really wants to become famous in this small world. Without killing one by one, he can't stand it.

This was the first time Wei Qian was taken to a machete. He was carried back. Although it was all skin trauma, his blood was so scary.

However, although he finally fell down, he still held the situation at that time. Brother Le was very grateful to him and thought he was a talented person. He gave him a lot of holiday expenses and asked him to go home to raise him for a few months. Wei Qian took a "paid" vacation.

Money can comfort Wei Qian's heart, but it cannot comfort Xiaobao's heart. Xiaobao has never seen so much blood in his life. At that time, he was like a rat with a butt blown by a bamboo stick. He howled at him, as if bursts of thunder sounded in Wei Qian's ears, annoying him to death.

Sanpang completely became their nanny and patted Xiaobao on the back: "Oh, don't cry or cry, it's okay, your brother is rough and thick-skinned, it's okay."

Xiaobao cried so hard that he burped.

"San, third brother..." She said intermittently, "My brother, is my brother... going to die?"

"..." Sanpang was silent for a moment, "Go to you, unlucky child, talk nonsense, can you hope for something good?"

Xiaobao cried even more heartbrokenly: "I, I saw him... rolled his eyes!"

Sanpang sighed heavily: "My ancestor, that's obviously angering you!"

Compared to her earth-shaking, Xiaoyuan's reaction was much more dull. He lowered his head and always squatted beside Wei Qian's bed without a sound, as if he had no presence behind his back. Wei Qian's head hurt because of Xiaobao's quarrel. Seeing her crying so sadly, he couldn't yell at her with a shout, so he had to try to distract himself.

Wei Qian stretched out his gauze-wrapped hands and rudely touched Wei Zhiyuan's head, leaning against the back of his head, making him raise his face: "Hey, why are you going to bow your head? You're going to pick up money..."

Wei Qian's speech suddenly stopped. He saw Wei Zhiyuan's eyes, who was originally lowering his head, were red, and he quietly "smacked" tears, gritted his teeth tightly, pinching his small fist, looking sad and angry.

Wei Zhiyuan was less than ten years old that year, and had grown a little bit, and had not had time to enter the crazy development of adolescence. He felt that he had dragged down his elder brother and made him work so hard for some money.

Only children who are older than honeypots do not want to grow up. Wei Zhiyuan was not. At that moment, he hysterically wanted to become strong and hysterically wanted to become a real man.

Song Xiaobao's crying made Wei Qian feel helpless, but Wei Zhiyuan made him feel moved. Wei Qian was rarely soft-hearted, moved to the side, freeing up a small space for Wei Zhiyuan, and reached out to pat him: "Come up."

Wei Zhiyuan climbed onto the bed obediently and carefully nested into his arms.

Song Xiaobao looked at him with a gaze: "Brother, I want to sleep with you too."

Wei Qian had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, come here too, I warn you, Song Xiaobao, this is the last time, you are a woman, what do you think of sleeping with a man? How old is you, I don't know how bad it is."

Three fat men were amazed. The little wolf cub Wei Zhiyuan grabbed Wei Qian's clothes like a boneless cat and refused to let go. He was so sticky. On the other hand, Song Xiaobao became a starling who only knew how to nag, and went back and forth: "Brother, we don't do this anymore, we are not allowed to do this anymore."

And a person like Wei Qian, who had a negative patient index, was not anxious with them.

At first Xiaobao said something, Wei Qian responded, but later he found that her words were like a car wheel, and he smiled angrily: "You go to bed quickly, don't talk!"

Xiaobao: "Brother, you are not allowed to do this."

Wei Qian: “…”

He sighed, forced himself to sit up, and patted Xiaobao to coax her to bed: "Listen to you, you are my boss, okay?"
Chapter completed!