"Only by flowing across the sea can the true nature of a hero" - Guo Moruo.

The two years of life were almost peaceful.

Wei Qian entered the last year of high school with the first place in the class. Every day when he saw himself wearing a school uniform in the mirror, the four words "like a human being".

The heavy study compressed his spare time, but failed to compress his stellar-burning heart of wealth. His winter and summer vacations and all weekends were dedicated to the great career of working - among which the most favorable ones were the experience of working in Lao Xiong's pharmacy.

Lao Xiong's name is very shameless and called "Xiong Yingjun". Whenever everyone calls his name, they can't help but want to add "Pah" to the back, so over time no one calls it.

When he was young, others called him a little bear, but unfortunately he failed to be a "bear" for a few years. His actual age was only thirty years old, but his appearance was already ahead of him ten years later and he naturally became an "old bear".

Lao Xiong is a very uncontrollable rich second-generation. He is always there, and he wants to get involved in everything. Unfortunately, he is too skilled to be cloned, so he never sees the head and the tail of the dragon all day long. The pharmacy is often in a state of no one to manage and often asks someone to help him take care of it. During the summer vacation, Lao Xiong accidentally hired Wei Qian, a short worker, and threw the pharmacy to him. He didn't know where he died. Wei Qian was a store manager, a waiter, an accountant, and a cleaner. It took two months before Lao Xiong came back.

When we met, we paid Wei Qian a salary of 5,000 yuan.

I had previously promised that one thousand yuan a month, but I forgot about the 25-year-old man!

Wei Qian was startled and almost didn't have the nerve to accept it - the broken pharmacy that was about to close at this moment was hard to say whether the profit for two months was 4,000 yuan. But later he took it. Wei Qian figured it out, isn't it just for the creature like a sucker to live in the world?

There is no need to waste any guilty feelings on such rich people who should be burned to death.

After studying for a year of honesty, Wei Zhiyuan jumped into the graduation class directly. It seemed that he was trying to fulfill his tears in the middle of the night in a foreign land. After returning from the south, he had been deliberately preparing for this matter.

Wei Zhiyuan's heart and body were growing impatiently.

The little boy went to the teacher to apply for the grade. He didn't even say hello to his family, but he took action and then reported it. However, Wei Qian didn't say anything when he knew it. Although he didn't mention it verbally, Wei Qian knew it. With Wei Zhiyuan's IQ and the same book as Xiaobao, he really felt aggrieved his children when he thought about it.

Just when Xiaobao was in the fifth grade, Wei Zhiyuan had already entered the graduating class.

Common sense, girls will grow older than boys, and their family will be completely reversed.

When Xiaobao was still a little girl, it took Wei Zhiyuan only half a year to jump from the height that had just passed Wei Qian's chest to the point where he barely touched his elder brother's nose.

What matches his non-human growth rate is his increasingly terrifying appetite. The whole family uses normal rice bowls and only exchanges Wei Zhiyuan for a sea bowl.

The big sea bowl is bigger than the face. Once when Sanpang came to his house for dinner, he really gained some knowledge. He witnessed Wei Zhiyuan ate two big bowls of rice with the big face bowl. After the food was gone, Wei Zhiyuan brewed a bowl of vegetable soup with hot water and drank it in two sips, which made a slit into his stomach.

Sanpang asked tremblingly: "Brother, are you full?"

After drinking the soup, Wei Zhiyuan smeared his mouth and replied reservedly: "Absolutely, 70% or 80% of it. I'm going to go out for a run tonight. Let's eat this one today."

Sanpang accused Wei Qian with bitter tears: "Why is this kid not half as fat as I am even if he eats two meals in one meal!"

Wei Qian said without raising his head, "Because you are old and your metabolism is slow, the third uncle."

The third uncle, who was "old and fat", couldn't help feeling disappointed and left silently after hearing such a naked truth.

Wei Qian was no longer surprised by Wei Zhiyuan. He knew that when Wei Zhiyuan finished running, he could still eat a dry steamed bun with boiled water.

This kid's combat power instantly kills all humans and can crush all the leftovers into pieces.

In comparison, Xiaobao is simply anxious. She was already late to school, but when she stood with the little girl in her class, she seemed to be one or two years younger than others.

Song Xiaobao's growth and development process is extremely strange. From adolescence to her twenties, she has always maintained a constant growth of two centimeters every year, without panic or slowness.

Song Xiaobao, who is twelve or 33 years old, is like a malnourished cabbage. Wei Qian once suspected that she would be like this in her life. She was also a female "root number 2" when she was fifteen or sixteen years old. When she started to grow taller, she chased her up little by little. When she grew up, she saw that she was no shorter than anyone else.

In the year when Wei Qian was about to take the college entrance examination, Old Mrs. Song treated him as the serving of the Emperor. As long as he had the opportunity all day long, he had to ask about his well-being and pay his respects to Emperor Long live in a unique way of chattering.

But Emperor Wei was so annoyed that he wanted to throw a bamboo board into her and kill her.

But every weekend, a stewed chicken soup was served on the table. Seeing the old lady urging him to eat a few more bites, Wei Qian lost his temper with her again as if she was serving her confinement.

For a while, Old Mrs. Song didn't know who was deceived, so she got into contact with a small pyramid scheme group that had wandered to the local area, and went around to listen to the varieties and prices of other people's health products every day.

She seemed to be planning to grit her teeth and stomp her feet to make Wei Qian's brain two big ones.

... Fortunately, when she was going to pay the money, Sanpang's mother saw it. Sanpang came to inform her in time and asked Wei Qian to arrive at the health care product lecture and brought Mrs. Song back.

When he came out, the gangsters of pyramid schemes showed their essence. Seeing that they hadn't bought anything, a small glasses jumped out and stopped him from leaving. Old Mrs. Song was still happily introducing him to people: "This is my eldest grandson. He is about to take the college entrance examination and his grades are good. I just want to buy something that 'brain-strong' for him to eat..."

Wei Qian: "Shut up and eat your mom."

The small glasses sold are like a hooligan, but they are probably a little unwitting. Before they can understand what's going on, they hurriedly pulled Wei Qian to brainwash him. Their lips flew up and down and said, "Student, our product has been approved by relevant American departments. After taking a course of treatment, memory can be improved by 80%..."

Wei Qian looked at him coldly: "I don't need a treatment, just a brick can make you live in the memory of the people forever."

He was full of banditry, and his little glasses were all about cheating and had not lost the product. He couldn't help swallowing and took a step back. But Wei Qian still thought he was blocking the way, so he raised his hand and pushed him a butt and squatted, carrying the increasingly nervous little old woman back home.

Old Mrs. Song made the whole family chaotic and panic. Wei Qian felt that if her poor child had not been in the family early, the youth had experienced ups and downs and firmness, she would have to tortured herself into a mental illness.

In early April of that year, Wei Qian was in the classroom for self-study. Teacher Li pushed the door and called him out.

Wei Qian slept for less than four or five hours a day, and he was in a hurry to eat back and forth, and sometimes he even ate while walking. He solved the problem on the road, and he lost a lot of weight. He stood in front of the teacher with a tall man and his school uniform looked empty.

From the second half of the semester of the second year of high school, Teacher Li made him the class monitor. I wonder if it was because it was related to his experience in society. While he seemed steady, he was especially good at controlling those naughty little boys. Those boys all listened to him.

Teacher Li’s own child is about the same age as Wei Qian. Compared with each other, he always feels distressed.

Teacher Li called him into the corridor and said to him: "We are a key class - you know. Every year, our school has an excellent student cadres' admission quota for key classes. The quota given this year is A University. A University is of course a good school, and it is a local university. I think your family is in a special situation and staying in the local school will make it convenient for the family. Do you think about it? "

Wei Qian was stunned for a long time before asking uncertainly: "No, no, teacher... do you mean you want to send me a guide?"

Teacher Li was amused by him and asked back with a good temper: "Or what I would ask you?"

Wei Qian was stunned by the news. He never thought that such a thing would fall on him.

The society he had come into contact with was a society of all kinds that cultivated his gloomy and cynical spiritual world. Although as he grew older and had gained knowledge, the extremeness of his youth had become less sharp, Wei Qian still agreed with this truth from the bottom of his heart that people like him who want to make a name for themselves must be more fierce than others and must be more desperate than others. No one can expect it except himself.

Isn’t it a privilege for the children of officials, rich families, and related families to be admitted to college?

He never thought that a recommended place would fall on him.

"I..." Wei Qian was so sad that he was speechless. He had a mud in his mind, so he had to ask Teacher Li calmly, "Then, can I give it to me? Does anyone else have any objections? Other classmates, or from other classes..."

Teacher Li said: "What's wrong? The decision to give you a guide is not my final say. It is necessary for the grade group to discuss and decide. After review by the teaching director, the principal signed the decision and made the decision. The principal's signature was just sent to my office. Do you want to see it?"

Wei Qian was silent for a long time, and his chest was filled with thousands of words, all of which were blocked in his throat. He lowered his head in front of the head teacher who was a whole shorter than him, clenched his hands tightly. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said in a depressing and hoarse voice: "Thank you, teacher."

Teacher Li looked at him and sighed. She knew that she had never left school in her life, and the ups and downs she had experienced were not as good as this child, so she was not sure what she should say to him or what she could say to him.

After a while, Teacher Li thought about it and said softly: "You have good talents, and what's even more valuable is that you are willing to work harder than others. I have high expectations for you, so I hope you can become a good person. Do you understand what I mean?"

Wei Qian nodded and whispered: "I understand, you mean that taking the right path is harder than going to the wrong path."

Because it is harder to walk on the right path than to go on the wrong path, people who walk on the right path are better than people who walk on the wrong path.

This is a personal experience that everyone who has survived in the gap between the two roads has.

And doesn’t people just keep pursuing a stronger self?

Teacher Li pushed his glasses: "You know in your heart, so I won't say much. Go back, come to my office for evening self-study, fill out a few forms, and after filling in, you can go back and discuss with your family to see which major you choose."

Wei Qian ended his high school career in just over a year and a half in such a way that it was both inexplicable and ecstatic.

He quickly submitted the form, sought Teacher Li's opinion, and chose the popular life science major at that time. In fact, the most popular one at that time was computers. Unfortunately, the tuition for computers was higher than that of other majors, and he needed to bring his own computer. Wei Qian was somewhat reluctant to leave the cost.

He then officially became a quasi-college student. When Wei Qian left school, the big cherry blossom tree at the entrance of the teaching building was in full bloom. He stood for a while and was really buried by the falling petals.

Wei Qian wandered around at home for two days. After dealing with the fact that Old Mrs. Song, who was almost excited to have a heart attack, finally remembered to care about the two little boys who were free to raise.

He accidentally discovered that the small movements his little sister did when she was doing her homework had changed. When she couldn't do the questions, she liked to pick her fingers, but now she has turned to wrap her hair with a pen holder. After wrapping, she pinched it with her hands to fix it. A strand of hair in front of her will briefly form a small wavy curl. She will be alone for a while before continuing to do her homework.

Wei Qian was worried and found that this girl knew she was so beautiful.

When Xiaobao was a child, she loved sleeping in but not getting up early. He picked it up and pressed it in the pool, and then took cold water and scratched it on her face twice. Now she didn't need a reminder to wash her face. At home on weekends, she washed several times a day, and every time she looked in front of the mirror in the bathroom for a long time.

The changes of girls are simply another level of "perverted development" in biology. They can really grow into unrecognizable appearance when they grow up.

Song Xiaobao, who was a black monkey when he was a child, began to turn white like a black monkey, his eyes began to lengthen, and his long and thick eyelashes grew. Although the bridge of his nose was still not high, it at least looked not collapsed as the cartilage was fixed. A small chin appeared under his lips. Wei Qian was surprised to find that she was like a caterpillar, growing in the direction of a butterfly in a blink of an eye, and he could see a little beauty's prototype.

However, this prototype is nothing in the eyes of her warlord-like elder brother.

In Wei Qian's opinion, Song Xiaobao is still a "half-person". Before these little boys grew up, they all looked like they were neither male nor female, and had no gender at all.

She has no breasts in front and no butt behind her, and is such a small thing like bean sprouts. Wei Qian can't understand what she is so beautiful.

He firmly believed that Xiaobao's beauty had no benefit except for wasting time and affecting his study.

So when he caught Xiaobao's hair curling with a pen, he walked into Xiaobao's room and talked to her very seriously in the way Jia Zheng treated Jia Baoyu... No, he unilaterally scolded the little girl, and found a small bottle of nail polish from Song Xiaobao's desk, and took it away and confiscated it.

Finally, he arrogantly stipulated that Song Xiaobao should not look in the mirror for more than one minute every day.

Xiaobao was very aggrieved and developed a rebellious mentality to his elder brother for the first time. Wei Qian felt that it was not enough. Before going out, he held one hand on the door frame of the small house and turned back righteously and said, "Oh, by the way, I see that other little girls in your school have cut their hair, so you can cut it too, so you can avoid combing it for so long in the morning. Besides, I heard that hair is too long to absorb nutrients and affect my brain."

This was subjected to fierce resistance from Song Xiaobao. She jumped up and shouted at the elder brother with courage: "I won't cut my hair! I won't cut my hair! If you cut my hair, cut my head together!"

Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, not expecting that hair was so important to her, but before he could scold her, Xiaobao was frightened by his rebelliousness and started crying on his own.

Wei Qian sighed, and had no choice but to take care of her, so he had to sternly say: "Why are you crying? I will cry again."

He came up with a compromise plan and sentenced Song Xiaobao to a probation: "That's OK, depending on your performance and performance. If you regress at the end of the period, don't talk nonsense. Cut your broken hair quickly. Do you hear it?"

Song Xiaobao sobbed and asked, "What's the cut... what's it like?"

Wei Qian said without thinking: "It's all the ears in front and back, it's cool."

Song Xiaobao imagined how his hair was so full of ears, and was scared to death on the spot. From then on, she began the most hard-working period of her life. She firmly defended the acre of land on her little head and must not fall into the claws of her elder brother.

Wei Qian retreated from Song Xiaobao's house and was hit by Wei Zhiyuan who had exited the kitchen. Wei Zhiyuan's forehead almost hit his nose, and he hurriedly supported Wei Qian's wall with one hand and avoided him sideways.

Wei Zhiyuan called out "Brother" in a muffled voice - he started to change his voice, his voice was uncomfortable, so he had to press the sound down octaves when speaking, and it sounded as low as a big man.

Wei Qian was a little dazed for a moment, remembering that when he picked him up, he was not as tall as the dog, but now he has become a half-sized man.

Although the two brothers still live together, they don’t know when it started, but Wei Zhiyuan no longer crawled into his arms... He couldn’t even get into the trap even if he wanted to.

It’s really... there is no need to worry about growing seedlings.

Wei Qian remembered the instructions of Mrs. Song and asked him to go to the suburbs to wholesale eggs, so he dragged his bicycle out and rode to the chicken farm in the suburbs. When he came back, he happened to pass by Lao Xiong's shop, and saw Lao Xiong commanding a few young people to load their luggage into the car, as if he was about to go on a long journey.

Wei Qian stopped and said hello: "Old Xiong, where are you going to impart yourself to help the poor?"

Boss Xiong glanced at him and said slowly: "The dog can't spit out ivory."

Wei Qian jumped down and parked the car aside: "Okay, where is the money you'll pay this time?"

Lao Xiong said: "Around the summer solstice, it's the day to collect Cordyceps. I plan to go to Tibet to buy some Tibetan medicine - by the way, I'm just looking for you. Are you still looking for a short-term worker on the weekend? Do you come to see the store for me when you have time?"

Wei Qian felt a little moved. He brought back 30,000 yuan two years ago. After Old Lady Song's thrift and the two of them seized all the time to find work to subsidize the household income, there were still 22,000 yuan left... and most of them were spent for Mazi's mother.
Chapter completed!