Wei Zhiyuan refused to say a word to his enemy Song Xiaobao for two days. As long as Wei Qian was at home, the boy would go out and go out every day to follow him.

Every time Wei Qian turned around, he would stumbling behind him. Wei Qian was really annoyed by him, but he also knew why Wei Zhiyuan was so awkward, so he didn't want to get angry with him.

So Wei Qian rarely muddled with him: "Fun and play together, don't fight."

This time the imperial edict was issued, and Wei Zhiyuan had no choice but to thank the Lord for his kindness and resentfulness to establish diplomatic relations with Song Xiaobao again.

When Wei Zhiyuan competed for favor, Song Xiaobao couldn't catch up even if he was so arrogant - there was no way, she was born with little stubbornness in this regard.

For example, as soon as Wei Qian pushed the door in, he could find that the little boy was shrouding the floor and wiping the table alone. Xiao Bao's eyes were on his face, as if he was breathing, and he sat on the sofa watching TV in a silence. She just came back, and Wei Qian didn't want to have a quarrel with his sister, but he said a few words to her, but in sharp contrast, he rewarded Wei Zhiyuan with an extra ten yuan for pocket money.

The next day, the jealous Song Xiaobao got up in the morning and did a big cleaning at home. He finished it quickly before noon. Wei Zhiyuan watched coldly and wanted to sneer. Sure enough, Wei Qian came back in the evening and didn't notice that the house had become clean.

For example, after taking a shower at night, Wei Qian looked for the dirty socks he took off, and planned to wash them. But he found that Wei Zhiyuan was hanging the washed socks on the clothespin. That day, Wei Zhiyuan shook his head and wagged his tail and enjoyed the brother's touching and praise that he felt embarrassed.

Song Xiaobao was envious and jealous, so he tried to follow the example. The next day, she stretched her little paws to the underwear that the eldest brother had changed, and was snatched away by Wei Qian with a blushing face, and... she got the eldest brother's roar like he was stepped on his tail: "What are you moving?"

It can be seen how unfair it is in the world - Wei Zhiyuan and Song Xiaobao actually belong to the same species!

As soon as Old Lady Song found out that Xiaobao was missing, she knew she had returned to the "little hooligan".

Not far from the shanty town where Wei Qian and his friends live, there is a privately run collective dormitory, which is divided into men and women, and is exclusively for migrant workers to stay in the city, one dollar per day - if Xiaobao and grandma sleep together, they only have to pay one person's money.

Old Mrs. Song originally planned to save some money and take Xiaobao to find a small bungalow to rent a house. If it really didn't work, she took Xiaobao back to her hometown with her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the concept of "returning to my hometown" was thrown out, Xiaobao ran away. She couldn't bear to leave her home where she had lived for nearly ten years.

Since she returned home, Old Lady Song has sneaked around Wei Qian's house every day so that she can secretly take a look at Xiaobao while Wei Qian is out.

The end of the year is approaching, and winter is rampant. A young girl in the female worker's dormitory was unfortunately infected with infectious tuberculosis. Everyone had to move in groups while scattering and feeling suspiciously whether she had symptoms of cough and low fever.

Old Mrs. Song also carried her luggage rolls on her back and moved them out.

She walked in this overly chaotic city and saw a homeless man who was about to die of freezing under a bridge hole. She stopped for a while and found that the person had been ignored and was almost frozen. It was not until the afternoon when a middle-aged couple who happened to pass by stopped to check and called the police.

The police car drove quickly and pulled the man away. Old Mrs. Song heard the comments from passers-by and knew that if this person survived, he might be sent to a homeless shelter or deported back to his hometown.

Origin...

Old Mrs. Song looked up at the vast and gloomy sky in this northern city, and thought to herself: It’s the Chinese New Year, why don’t I go back to my hometown?

However, is it still considered a year for a lonely woman to celebrate the New Year alone?

Old Mrs. Song lowered her head, wiped her frozen snot, and made up her mind to not have this old face.

And Song Xiaobao finally turned his elbow out again, living up to everyone's expectations.

It was the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month. When Wei Qian returned home with the sugar melons he had just bought and the meat he made of dumplings, he saw that the doorstep was in chaos and a silent war was going on inside.

Song Xiaobao was greedy and could not let go of the elder brother who had brought her up since childhood, nor could he let go of the grandmother who had been connected with blood, so when her grandmother came to the door with tears in her eyes, she still let her in... Even though everything that happened before was enough to make her understand the tension between her grandmother and her brother.

Before the eldest brother came back, Wei Zhiyuan, who had been as silent as a transparent person, stopped doing it for now.

Since Xiaobao recognized this second brother and stopped provoking, Wei Zhiyuan has been treating her well and has hardly turned his face to her. It seems that a title can make the child understand humility and care. The cold war two days ago did not count, and Song Xiaobao believed that he was in the wrong.

So Xiaobao didn't expect Wei Zhiyuan's reaction to be so great. He was like a vicious dog invaded the territory, staring at Old Lady Song and Xiaobao at the door with a fierce look.

If they had a reaction that they had planned to cross the line, he would be ready to rush over and fight to the death.

Old Mrs. Song has always been disgusted with Wei Qian, but she has no objection to Wei Zhiyuan - Wei Zhiyuan is just a child, beautiful and has no annoying personality. At first glance, she is more likable than the noisy little baby.

Old Mrs. Song first stood at the door and tried to reason with him, but unfortunately Wei Zhiyuan didn't listen to a word of human words. His fierce and even resentful eyes ejaculated from such a big little boy, which looked particularly creepy.

Old Mrs. Song gave up resolving the problem peacefully with him, took a step into the door, and put her luggage in.

Wei Zhiyuan snatched the old lady's bag and threw it out mercilessly. He didn't think it was enough, so he turned around and started to throw Song Xiaobao's schoolbag. The things Song Xiaobao put on the table and scattered all these flowers. He turned around and ran to the bedroom, throwing out the pillow and quilt on Xiaobao's bed.

It would be great if Song Xiaobao didn't exist, but it would be great if neither of them existed - Wei Zhiyuan was stunned by anger and only this sentence was left in his heart.

Song Xiaobao was about to push him, but Wei Zhiyuan pushed his butt and squatted.

"Traitor!" He pointed at Song Xiaobao's nose, hypocritically not expressing his demands, first set her a high-sounding crime, and instinctively concealed his heart, "You are a big traitor!"

Song Xiaobao tried to defend at the beginning: "I am not a traitor, that's my grandma."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Bah! She is a shameless old witch!"

When Song Xiaobao heard this, he stopped doing it and jumped and said, "Call me! What qualifications do you have to scold my grandma? This is my family! My brother! My grandma! You are not from my family! You go!"

Wei Zhiyuan was stunned for two seconds and then he lost his words.

He cooled down from his fierce anger and realized that there was nothing wrong with what Song Xiaobao said.

Wei Zhiyuan almost forgot that this is indeed not his family, Wei Qian is indeed not his biological brother, and he is indeed not qualified to decide whether to let who enter the door or not.

The boy's aura disappeared suddenly, and he was still there, his face turned red after "brushing". It was impossible to tell whether it was anger or shame.

In the blink of an eye, his young self-esteem was shattered.

Song Xiaobao blurted out his words and immediately regretted it, but her clumsy nature in human relationships and worldly affairs once again prevailed. Even if she regretted it, she didn't know what to do, so she had to keep her stubborn and willful expression and stand there.

The two children were silent for a minute at the same time, and then Wei Zhiyuan passed over her without saying a word, turned around and walked out.

Song Xiaobao finally felt something was wrong and called him in a low voice: "Second brother."

Wei Zhiyuan didn't even stop.

He walked out empty-handedly, with a desolate determination that he was almost burning to the boat.

Wei Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and thought: It's nothing. At most, he went to the trash can to grab things with the wild dogs. In any case, he must be better than before. He has grown up three years old and realizes he is a man. Not to mention the wild dogs, even if he meets an adult with bad intentions that day, he can defeat him with a steel pipe...

Then he hit a man's arms in the wind and Xiaoxiaoxi Yishui coldly.

The man, from the familiar and inferior smell of smoke, brought Wei Zhiyuan's mood to an instant change that he could not understand - in the blink of an eye, he changed from a man who was brave enough to a little boy full of grievances.

Wei Zhiyuan buried his face in Wei Qian's arms, grabbed him tightly, stood still, not allowing his brother to walk in, and refused to look up. He tried his best to hold back and not cry, and he grabbed Wei Qian's coat with both hands and folds layer by layer.

As soon as Wei Qian looked up, he saw the messy luggage and bedding in the corridor. Old Mrs. Song, whose face changed from embarrassment to defense... and Xiaobao who looked at him timidly.

Wei Qian took a deep breath and wanted to slap this old guy to death, but Xiaobao... his baby girl finally came back.

He was afraid of the rat.

Wei Qian understood that if he wanted to keep Xiaobao, he probably had to give in to this shriveled, thin, and stinky old woman... Even though the bump in his heart was as big as a fist, he wanted to break through his chest and shout out.

He claimed that even if he was as cheap as mud in his life, he would never bow to others... until his sister forced him to compromise for the first time in his life with her tears.

After a stalemate for a long time, Wei Qian finally reached out and gently pushed Wei Zhiyuan's shoulder. The child was awkward and refused to move. Wei Qian then used some strength to lift Wei Zhiyuan's head with his chin.

The boy sighed, picked out the largest candy melon from the paper bag and stuffed it into Wei Zhiyuan's mouth.

Wei Zhiyuan licked it in a daze and found that it was sweet. He liked to eat sweet food, but he didn't like the sweetness of sugar melons, so he pushed it aside with his tongue, and a piece of his cheek bulged. He used his teeth to isolate the sugar melon from his tongue, waiting for it to melt slowly.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Qian stuffed the plastic bag and paper bag in his hand into his arms, then reached his hands under his armpit, picked him up like a kitten, and carried him into the house.

"Help me wash vegetables, let's eat dumplings tonight." Wei Qian said, deliberately ignoring the fact that there were two other people in the room. He asked Wei Zhiyuan with a gentle attitude, "Is the sugar melon delicious?"

Wei Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and nodded. After a while, the little boy secretly took back the candy melon isolated from his teeth and licked it. He felt it was okay and not that bad.

Wei Qian ignored Old Lady Song and did not stop Xiaobao from putting her in, nor did he help Xiaobao pick up things.

...However, Old Mrs. Song walked into the kitchen in a daze, observed his reaction for a moment, and tried to chop the filling and roll the dough, he didn't say anything either.

Wei Zhiyuan was uneasy, Song Xiaobao was worried, and the remaining adult reached a strange tacit understanding with a young man who could almost be an adult. They both maintained the superficial peace, neither of them lost nor any of them won.

Old Mrs. Song finally couldn't snatch her baby granddaughter away from the stinky hooligan, and Wei Qian had to pinch his nose and tolerate such an annoying old man living in his already small home.

Although they looked up and saw each other, they perfectly regarded each other as air and ignored each other.

That night, Song Xiaobao apologized with Wei Zhiyuan. Wei Zhiyuan glanced at Wei Qian's expression and reluctantly said that he would not care about her.

After this matter was over, Xiaobao was still a younger sister, and Xiaoyuan was still a second brother. In the days that followed, they would occasionally get together to answer the answers to their winter vacation homework.

In the past, they all did their homework together in Song Xiaobao's hut, where there were desks and simple small bookshelfs, but since that day, Wei Zhiyuan has never entered the hut again.

He moved out his textbooks and exercise books, and used two pieces of cardboard to mat a small table with different legs and feet that were usually not very useful in the living room, and from then on he settled the house there.

Wei Qian knew it in his mind, so he let him go.
Chapter completed!