On the afternoon of August 15, Wei Qian bought two boxes of mooncakes. When he passed by the hospital, he went in and put down a box for Mazi's mother.

Mazi pushed his mother out for a while, but Mazi's mother was not very comfortable. Half of her face was splashed with hot oil, and she was basically disfigured. She was particularly sensitive to other people's gazes. If others looked at her face, she would panic and avoid it, but if others deliberately did not look at her face, she would feel scary and feel uncomfortable.

She could only relax when she saw Wei Qian and Sanpang. They were more diligent than Mazi. Even though her face was burned to a piece of black charcoal, they were both used to seeing it.

"Auntie, I bought some mooncakes. I will put a box for you. During the festival, you can taste a piece of it." Wei Qian said that he did not buy bulk mooncakes, but packaging boxes.

Mazi's mother didn't thank him and blurted out: "Why are you buying this? You're spending money!"

Wei Qian continued her words in a good manner: "Who said no? I don't know what delicious food is like. Who made my two 'boss' like to eat?"

Mazi's mother laughed: "You can't spoil it so much, it won't be so spoiled by then."

She didn't say anything, but she always felt that she was a heavy burden in her heart. No one had the financial resources to hire a professional nursing worker for her. Most of the time, Mazi's mother had to live alone in the hospital, without even a person to talk to. For her, having an acquaintance to talk about trivial things in the family was a great enjoyment.

Not to mention that her son actually took the whole afternoon to push her out for a walk.

Mazi's mother hasn't been so happy for a long time. That day, even if her smile is ugly, she is sincerely ugly.

Wei Qian was actually not used to talking about the mountains in a long and long way. He sat with Mazi's mother for a while, and almost cleaned his smile for more than half a month at one time. He spoke so hard that his mouth was dry and his face was a little stiff before leaving.

During this period, Mazi was still listening silently as usual.

When Wei Qian left the hospital, he felt as relaxed as if he had taken off some ease. He and Sanpang had already recovered Mazi. In the future, everyone would take turns to take care of Mazi's mother. Anyway, he had no mother himself, so one more was nothing.

When Wei Qian returned home and pushed the door open, the two little things sitting on the sofa were like mongooses, and they stretched their necks and turned around exactly the same way, looking forward to the hope. Xiaobao was about to start accusing him, but he saw the box in Wei Qian's hand, his eyes straightened, and he jumped up incoherently and said, "Mooncake! The TV is broken!"

"..." Wei Qian looked at her and said, "Okay, let it be repaired for you."

Song Xiaobao shook his head and tail: "Hehehehe."

Wei Qian spoke too much in the afternoon, so he was too lazy to open his mouth again, so he stretched out a finger and pointed to the direction of the kitchen. Song Xiaobao looked along his hand blankly: "There are moon cakes in the kitchen?"

But Wei Zhiyuan had already trained to jump off the sofa, entered the kitchen, and took out the toolbox under the storage box.

The little dog legs have been cultivated to the point where they can read brain waves. Wei Qian felt very comforted, and at the same time, he accused Song Xiaobao of dissatisfaction: "Go away, it's impossible to tell you."

Song Xiaobao felt aggrieved: "You didn't say anything at all!"

His family has repaired more than once the TV... His family has repaired more than once more anything.

Wei Qian was already a skilled worker. He sat on the ground and took off the cover of the TV in a few seconds. Song Xiaobao glared at the mooncake box with saliva, but Wei Zhiyuan lay on his shoulder to see him check the fault, obediently.

Wei Qian glanced at him and felt that this kid was more handsome than the little girl, and he looked like a caring little cotton jacket than the little girl.

Wei Zhiyuan looked at him admiringly: "Brother is so amazing. I will also be a TV repairman in the future."

Wei Qian: “…”

Wei Zhiyuan stared at him with his ignorant big eyes.

Wei Qian said: "I offer you a study, just to be a TV practitioner?"

Wei Zhiyuan hesitated and said: "Then... I can be a TV seller!"

Wei Qian laughed—the little boy pretended to be stupid and cute.

Since Wei Zhiyuan started to go to school seriously, his transcript has fully demonstrated the talent of this kid. Wei Qian was unusually precocious and precocious when he was a child. Looking back, he may not necessarily have better grades than him.

In the evening, Wei Qian repaired the TV, used a knife to divide the mooncakes, and sat down to accompany them to eat the mooncakes and watch TV series.

In "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Guo Jing left Mongolia and followed the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan to return to the Central Plains. Their door was suddenly knocked.

The people knocking on the door were not heavy, and they seemed a little uncertain. They knocked for a few times and hesitated for a few times.

Wei Qian thought it was a brother, so he didn't wear a shirt, and went to the door with a cigarette exposed with a bandage on his body.

As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned for a moment, only to see a strange old lady standing in front of him.

The old lady's hair was gray, but she was energetic and not tall. She was not yet on Wei Qian's shoulders. She was black and thin. She wore an old-style double-breasted cloth jacket that was common when she went out in rural areas. Below were a pair of trousers that were neither fat nor thin. Her legs were hanging, revealing her thin and thin ankles with thin legs.

She was carrying a gray luggage behind her back, and a plastic bag filled with empty cans and beverage bottles in her hand. Her hair was neatly combed, not messy at all, and her clothes were clean. She was about sixty or seventy years old, but her waist was not bent and her back was not hunched.

This old lady is probably a rag picker, but she is the most decent rag picker Wei Qian has ever seen.

At the same time, the old lady looked at the young man in front of her who was obviously not a good citizen in fear. She obviously didn't expect that the person who opened the door was such a person, but she did not retreat, subconsciously raised her chest and raised her head, and asked with confidence: "Does Song Dawei live here?"

Her attitude was not good, and she still had some kind of very unfriendly alert. Wei Qian didn't have time to care about it, but he just felt that the three words "Song Dawei" were so familiar. He didn't remember who this was.

Seeing that his face was blank, the old lady said, "Does Song Lili live here too?"

"Song Lili?" Wei Qian frowned and asked, "What are you asking for her?"

Xiaobao heard it in the house and ran out jumping out: "Hey! Who is looking for me?"

She suddenly jumped out, and the old lady who was so thin that she tried her best to show that she was not nervous suddenly started to tremble. She looked at Song Xiaobao's head that was curious and trembled more and more violently. Suddenly, before Wei Qian had time to stop him, she hugged the little girl, and then started crying without any respect.

It was not until this time that Wei Qian realized that "Song Dawei" was the short-lived stepfather who had allowed him to live a good life for several years, Song Xiaobao's father.

And very dramatic, this old lady is his stepfather's biological mother.

In the early years, long-distance train tickets were expensive for rural residents in remote areas. The migrant workers had just formed and it was not yet a weather. At that time, it was normal for people who went out to do things to not go home for three to five years. It was inconvenient to make phone calls in the village, and relatives mainly rely on letters and remittances.

Later, Song Dawei disappeared. The old lady was very anxious to come and see it. Coincidentally, at that critical moment, her husband had a stroke. In those years, she had no time to be fussed, and the letters she asked someone to write to her son were all over the place. Wei Qian's mother didn't expect to contact Song Dawei's family at that time. She was just taking drugs and committing suicide.

Finally, just after the Dragon Boat Festival this year, the old lady's sick old man followed the footsteps of the ancient sage and completely blew the lights and pulled the wax to the pot.

Old Mrs. Song became a completely lonely old woman. She cried and made a fuss to send the old man, packed up her few possessions, barely raised some money, and relied on picking up rags to this northern city in the northern city she had seen on the post office remittance slip, and came to her son.

When the old lady knocked on the door, she raised her head with her eyebrows and eyes. Although she was carrying a bag of cans that she had not had time to sell, she was trying to maintain the dignity of her countrymen in this strange city as much as possible.

And this dignity finally broke into a mess after she discovered that her son had died early.

Mid-Autumn Festival, Reunion Festival, and the whole Chinese people reunite. No one knew that in the dilapidated tube building, an old lady panicked and found that her husband and son had disappeared. Now no one cared for her, and no one saw her off. Her first half of her life was in vain, and she lost her miserable evening.

She sat on the ground and cried like a magical sound, which made everyone not even eat mooncakes well.

Wei Qian looked at the old black and white photos brought by the old lady. The silly boy on it was vaguely his short-lived stepfather's appearance, and checked the remittance slip she brought, basically believing that she was really Xiaobao's grandmother.

After all, it was a blood relative. Although Wei Qian felt that this silly old woman was very annoyed, she did not bombard her on the night of August Day and temporarily took her and Xiaobao in to live in the same house.

But who knew that this old woman was ungrateful and wiped away her tears. Her eyes were exactly the same as Wei Qian's stepfather Song Dawei, and she knew that Wei Qian was not a good person. She asked him indirectly, and she was kind to her. Later, she learned that he was actually a gangster who was watching the scene in a nightclub. The old lady finally couldn't stand it.

In those days, the old ladies in the countryside didn't understand what the young and dandy were and what the underworld was. In her eyes, Wei Qian was just a stinky hooligan who was not good at learning.

...Of course, her views are correct.

Of course, the old lady could not let her baby granddaughter live with a stinky hooligan, but she could also see that Xiaobao was very dependent on this big brother.

This old man has experienced a complete modern Chinese history in his life, two wars, dynasty changes, and even various movements after the founding of the country. He has endless fun fighting with the heavens and people, so smart that he doesn't change the three monkeys.

She knew that everything was a strategy, so she did not face Wei Qian in a hurry and decided to stop moving first and figure out how to "rescue" her granddaughter from this stinky hooligan.

But Wei Qian didn't have time to care about what she thought, because something happened that night.

At three o'clock in the morning, the door of Wei Qian's house was smashed with force, and Wei Qian got up with excitement. It was strange that when he was sleeping the most, he was woken up like this roughly. His first reaction was not to curse, but to have a cold sweat first - as if he had a premonition that something was wrong.

Wei Zhiyuan got up in a daze wrapped in a blanket. He didn't know what was going on. He had a cloud of mud in his mind. He instinctively jumped out of bed barefoot and followed Wei Qian to open the door.

Before Wei Qian's door was completely opened, something stuffed in the crack of the door suddenly fell out. He picked it up and saw that it was an envelope with a stack of money in the envelope.

Sanpang at the door was still shirtless, wearing only slippers and shorts, revealing her white fat body. She had obviously rolled off the bed. He was holding an identical envelope in his hand. Before Wei Qian reacted, Sanpang said quickly: "It's Mazi! The envelope I saw when I got up in the middle of the night was definitely stuffed by Mazi's grandson!"

At that moment, Wei Qian's mind was surprisingly calm, and he asked in a low voice: "Where did he get so much money?"

Sanpang: "I won't go and sell it to others again..."

"Impossible!" Wei Qian interrupted him, "Impossible, third brother, you don't understand that group of people. They want you to work hard for a long time and will definitely hang you little by little. It is impossible to give you so much money at once."

After understanding that Wei Qian was suggesting that Mazi might have done something more serious than drug trafficking, Sanpang looked at him in a hurry.

"I saw him this afternoon... I should have seen something wrong with him," Wei Qian's heart quickly turned around. He reached out to pick up the phone on the table, pressed a number, and called a brother who was on duty in the middle of the night. After a while, Wei Qian put down the phone, and his face was so terrible that he looked so hard.

"Why..." Sanpang unconsciously held his breath and lowered his voice.

"What happened there tonight. I heard that a large group of police officers came, searched inside and outside, and took many people away," Wei Qian quickly put on his jacket and put on his shoes. "I didn't see Mazi, I hope he has nothing to do with this matter..."

Sanpang grabbed his arm: "He...what can he have to do with this?"

Wei Qian lowered his voice: "How do I know? I'll take a look. Go to the hospital to ask the nurse on duty to see if he is there at night."

Wei Zhiyuan quickly trotted to follow Wei Qian. Wei Qian grabbed his arm and carried him back into the room: "What are you doing with me? Go back to sleep, don't go to school tomorrow?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "I'll help you out and find Brother Mazi."

"Baby," Wei Qian glared at him impatiently, "If you don't cause trouble for me, you're going to help me."

Wei Zhiyuan's steps suddenly paused, and his shiny eyes immediately dimmed.

He suddenly felt his own contradiction - if he showed his precocious maturity, it would not be so easy to get the elder brother's attention, but he acted as stupid as Xiaobao. Although he usually pleased the elder brother, at critical moments, he would be regarded as a furry child like Xiaobao.

The two "adults" were already panicked at this time, and no one could take care of speculating on Wei Zhiyuan's contradictory heart.

"Qian'er..." Sanpang didn't move, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and his voice was extremely dry, "What would happen if he was caught by the police?"

Wei Qian looked up at him in the living room without turning on the lights. His eyes were clearly black and white, and his eyes were like a knife.

"What do you think?" he asked back.

Sanpang's heart sank.

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