The old city is such a great place. Although there are a bunch of twisted alleys, you can walk out and get the city center, which is convenient to go anywhere.

Therefore, there are many troublemakers, and the nail households line up the word "people" and then "one", which made the demolition office roll and almost peel off a layer of skin before finally getting all these people settled.

The old neighbors can get a considerable compensation.

The Sanpang family and Wei Qian had discussed it. Under Lao Xiong's instigation, they took a fancy to three houses in a good location, which happened to be three households - the two of them were the ones left to leave for Mazi's mother. She is a disabled person and is inconvenient for anything. She must be taken care of by someone nearby.

On the other side of the new house, Lao Xiong's wife took over the land with her. Sanpang's parents would often go there. Sanpang and Wei Qian were the bosses at all and didn't even look at it.

Lao Xiong's wife is a very puzzling person. Her personality is like a second kicker who is ready to go to the moon and ascend to heaven at any time. She is very popular. Especially when Lao Xiong is often scratching her ears and twisting her flesh, she is also willing to beat her and be willing to be beaten - she is like Wang Xifeng in "Dream of Red Mansions". Whenever she encounters something that can show her ability, she will hurry forward, focusing on taking responsibility on herself with intercourse.

She is as clean and neat as hers.

One day, Wei Qian walked over and took a look, and was shocked by the semi-finished products. People like him who live in five-star hotels and pig nests had to admit that Sister Xiong's taste was up to standard.

All signs show that Sister Xiong is probably well-educated, and such a woman who is not content with her family's personality and ability, has no idea why she has become a full-time housewife of Lao Xiong. To be honest, there is really nothing to do with the old Xiong family. Both sides don't have to worry about the elderly, and they hire someone to do housework. The couple has been married for ten years and have no children. Mrs. Xiong doesn't know what she can do at home all day long, so she has to be so idle.

Sanpang once curious about why she didn't work and didn't want children, so she was stopped by Wei Qian in anger. Wei Qian was impatient to inquire about the trivialities at home since he was a child.

Everything went smoothly with Sister Xiong, but Wei Qian and the others did not go very well.

On that day, Sanpang ran to Wei Qian's house. Wei Qian rarely went home early and didn't go anywhere. The two of them mainly wanted to discuss what Mazi's mother should do.

After several years of hardship, they followed Lao Xiong and had some savings. However, from beginning to end, they fulfilled their promises to the dead.

Mazi's mother never had a short meal and had someone to take care of her at all times. During the holidays, Sanpang and Wei Qian must take turns to take her to their home.

But no matter how close my godson is, he is not a biological son.

It has been six or seven years since her ugly son Mazi has never been home to read it. Apart from sending money, she only occasionally sent a few letters. Her handwriting is ridiculous and crooked, and her words are just a few words. Every time Wei Qian reads it to her, she feels that she has not had time to hear it and it is gone.

However, the method of forging letters is becoming less and less useful. In recent years, with the popularity of mobile phones and the convenience of communication, Mazi's mother sometimes wonders that her son goes out for business and gives her so much money every time she gives her so much money, why don't she install a phone number?

Every time she talked about this with Wei Qian and the others, the two kids could sweat coldly on their backs.

Fortunately, she hasn't mentioned it recently.

The old house is about to be demolished, and Mazi's mother was unhappy to leave without any surprise. Even though the two of them had already taken turns to blow the new home, she still couldn't bear it. Mazi's mother said that she was afraid that her son would not be able to find her home when she moved out.

When Wei Zhiyuan pushed the door open, he found Sanpang and Wei Qian standing by the window, one holding a cigarette in his hand, and the other leaning against the window on one side, looking at the direction of the big locust tree together, competing with the silence of the game.

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly saw Wei Qian and hesitated at the door: "Third brother... brother, why are you back?"

He broke the silence with a throat. Sanpang then moved, turned around and looked up at the young man, and said in pain: "Qian'er, what did our brother ask you to feed you? How did he grow into a big beam?"

Wei Qian was very upset and pinched the cigarette on the windowsill: "The beam of the house is better than you to grow into a door panel - you... Oh, forget it, I'll talk to her again."

After saying that, he walked downstairs quickly. Mazi's mother was sitting under the big locust tree to cool off. Her face was still uneven. She was only middle-aged, her eyes were already turbid, and the dusk aura of the elderly was coming.

Seeing him coming, Mazi's mother looked up and smiled at him: "Qian'er."

"Auntie." Wei Qian walked over, picked up his trousers and squatted beside her, while thinking about the words in his mind. He really had no words anymore. He said everything he could think of, and it would be a mess of things.

Wei Qian was really a little broken. He was so busy that he was not stuck in the ground every day. He only took a quick look at his new home and could no longer take time. He had to hurt his energy all day long to argue with Mazi's mother.

If someone else had jumped up and was anxious, but Ma Zi's mother... Wei Qianwen squatted on the ground with a grievance, smiled bitterly, and had to pinch his nose and endure it.

He said to Mazi's mother with a little depressed depression: "I don't understand. What's the best place to live in in this ghost place? What's the new house better than this?"

Mazi's mother slowly lowered her eyes and looked at him gently.

Wei Qian continued: "I think you are thinking too much. Mazi is so adult. He is not a three or five-year-old boy. Even if he really can't find a home when he comes back, can he ask anyone? I..."

Mazi's mother suddenly asked, "Auntie, have you caused trouble with San'er?"

It was more than just a trouble, it was so troublesome! Wei Qian complained in his heart that he had to come back in a hurry for this matter. Before dinner, he had to pack himself up and act as a follower with Lao Xiong, and drove the train overnight to see a project from another place.

Wei Qian was blocked in his throat in one breath, and bitter bile was almost pouring out of his stomach. He still squeezed out a smile: "No...why?"

Ma Zi's mother looked at him for a while and suddenly felt relieved beyond his expectations. She said, "Then...why don't you forget it. Auntie is really not trying to cause trouble for you. I am old and have lived here for most of my life. I suddenly asked me to move. I felt a little bit like a clue, and I couldn't beat my teeth for a while."

Wei Qian heard the implicit meaning of her loose tone, and was simply ecstatic. He didn't expect that he could really move the world after repeated repeated times, making Mazi's mother, the old stubborn, relaxed her mouth, and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, asking: "Auntie, are you willing to move?"

Mazi's mother avoided his gaze, lowered her head, and after a while, she nodded slightly: "Then move."

Wei Qian felt relieved for a moment and stood up from the ground: "Okay! That's fine, tomorrow I'll ask my third brother to take you to sign a contract to receive compensation, okay? Oh my dear aunt, you nodded, otherwise I would really kneel down for you."

Mazi's mother said, "I'll leave in the future. I want to see the old neighbors again. Can you push me around?"

She only had one arm to put her strength in. She could barely push herself out of the yard in a wheelchair, but she wouldn't be able to do it when the road was long.

Wei Qian knelt down on one knee without saying a word: "What are you pushing, I'll carry you on my back!"

He walked slowly through every dirty and messy alley with his Mazi mother on his back. It was still bustling with little cubs running all over the ground. However, the cubs from the previous generation had grown up and had changed a batch of those who were running downstairs to play. They were still parked bicycles everywhere, illegal pergolas were everywhere, and the resident convenience store was converted with his own balcony; it was still the old locust tree that fell green endlessly in summer.

Wei Qian walked while talking to make Mazi's mother happy. For example, at which intersection did he and Mazi work together to deal with Sanpang, how did the three meet and smile to eliminate their grudges? For example, where did their old fried dough stick stall be... Suddenly, a drop of cold liquid fell on Wei Qian's neck, causing him to suddenly stop talking.

Then, tears fell one after another on Wei Qian's neck, and a suppressed and hoarse whimper came from behind him.

Wei Qian paused, and at that moment, he just wanted to give himself a big mouth.

The two of them spent six or seven years making up the lies full of loopholes, and finally they were exposed after countless times of being in danger.

The first time he heard Mazi's mother say that, he should have realized it.

How come a living person can’t find a home?

Wei Zhiyuan kept watching by the window.

He saw Ma Zi's face covered with scars, and when he started crying, the scar was so red that it became more and more scary. When his elder brother was not at home, Wei Zhiyuan gave her food. Every time he went over, she would diligently grab a handful of candy or snacks in his pocket - even though he was not young anymore.

Wei Zhiyuan always felt a kind of Mu Ran who accepted her fate, and was almost humble and pleased her, as if she could even keep him for five minutes and say a few more words.

Wei Zhiyuan had never seen Mazi's mother cry like this.

And her tears fell on Wei Qian's face, as if he had cried too.

But Wei Zhiyuan knew that the eldest brother would not cry. He saw a kind of restraint like a knife in his gritted teeth and deep eyes.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't know why, but when he saw the side face, the blood in his heart seemed to suddenly flowed backwards, flowing warmly and warmly across his entire chest, soaking his heart almost soft.

After three years, whenever he approached his elder brother, Wei Zhiyuan would feel the sticky feeling that made him disgusting and anxious. In this moment, the sticky feeling miraculously dissipated. He stared at Wei Qian and put Mazi's mother back on the wheelchair and pushed into the courtyard of Mazi's house until she could not see it.

Wei Zhiyuan felt lost for a moment - he was trying to imitate and surpass his elder brother to reduce his tension about getting close to his elder brother. He never looked forward to his elder brother's return home, because the person always shook in front of him, which would disrupt his rare peace - and at this moment, Wei Zhiyuan suddenly felt a feeling of almost "missing". Even though Wei Qian was still under his nose just now, he urgently wanted to say a few words to his elder brother calmly, wanting to let himself get closer to his elder brother, and listen to what he thought.

The fire of the rushing karma that had been burning in his chest seemed to suddenly peel off his domineering behavior, gradually weakening and slowly becoming a warm flame, spreading out a kind of dark, gentle, twists and turns.

Wei Qian came back soon, threw himself on the bed with his back, and sighed heavily.

After a while, Wei Zhiyuan sat down beside him.

Wei Zhiyuan took the knife and apple on the table, carefully peeled the apple and handed it to Wei Qian: "Brother, why are you so kind to Aunt Hawthorn? She is not your biological mother."

Wei Qian took it and touched the corner of his mouth: "Why so many whys, not why."

Wei Zhiyuan: "How come it is not why?"

Wei Qian paused: "Your Brother Mazi... Do you still remember your Brother Mazi?"

Wei Zhiyuan nodded.

The apple was not big, Wei Qian ate half of it in one bite, his cheeks were bulging, but wisdom teeth were growing inside, and it was awkward to chew things. It took him a while to swallow them. Then he said to Wei Zhiyuan: "If it were me who died, even if you, Brother Mazi, would have brought you and Xiaobao together."

Wei Zhiyuan bent his long legs and put them on the edge of the bed. He quietly lowered his head and looked at Wei Qian's eyebrows and eyes carefully. He felt a trace of unusual meaning from it. He almost wanted to reach out and touch it.

The boy thought to himself, why are he so kind to me? I am not your brother either.

But he didn't ask this question, and he turned around in his heart, and finally disappeared into his limbs and bones.

Wei Qian suddenly remembered something, and turned over and sat up from the bed, grabbed the apple and took out his hand, took a bag, waved to Wei Zhiyuan: "Come."

After saying that, he looked at the hut again: "Xiaobao is not at home, right?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Their school dance team has gone to train."

"What is the dance team... Her thoughts cannot be used in the main place." Wei Qian frowned. He was obviously not satisfied with hearing this organization, but he quickly threw it aside and handed the bag to Wei Zhiyuan, "Open it and take a look."

It was a computer bag, and Wei Zhiyuan had already seen it. He looked at Wei Qian hesitantly and opened it carefully, and saw a brand new laptop inside.

Wei Qian sat on the chair with his legs crossed his legs and scolded him, "Aren't you going to participate in that computer competition? Your teacher called me yesterday and said that it was very inconvenient for you to run to the school computer room - why didn't you tell me? Let's just tell me what I lack in the future, what is the purpose of making money?"

Wei Zhiyuan smiled. He lowered his head a little embarrassedly like a real child, and rubbed his fingertips carefully over the computer's shiny lid.

Wei Qian looked down at the watch: "Oh no, I have to leave, don't play with Xiaobao, it's better not to let her see her. She is so playful, have she heard it?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Thank you brother."

That day, Wei Zhiyuan kept watching Wei Qian take his luggage, but he didn't forget to carry a book casually, strode to the intersection, and called a taxi to leave.

The boy stood there, savoring his feelings just now, as if he wanted to come up with something, understand it well, but he quickly gave up.

If it wasn't for some reason, how could it be considered a heartbeat?

By the end of the Gregorian year, when Wei Qian was tortured by the opening report and an unsolved project on the other end of the old Xiong, they moved into their new home together, and Wei Zhiyuan finally had his own room.

When Old Lady Song opened the door for the first time, she was like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden. She had never lived in such a beautiful home in her life, so she was so restrained that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

Old Mrs. Song seemed to be split and asked in a sleepwalking moment: "Is this our family? Will we live here in the future?"

After a while, he cursed Wei Qian with his eyebrows raised his eyes and said, "I think that bastard is just a little money to burn! He has just had a few days of full meals and his tail is soaring to the sky! How much does it cost? This bastard who has lost his family and longevity, why don't he buy a royal residence? I just earned a few dollars. Tsk, the three rooms in the Sun cannot tolerate him!"

This time, the three brothers and brothers tacitly ignored her cheerful curses together.

On the one hand, we celebrated the housewarming, and on the other hand, we also thanked Sister Xiong for her efforts. Sanpang and Wei Qian's family gathered together to invite the old Xiong couple to a meal. After halfway through the meal, we realized that it was Sister Xiong's birthday.
To be continued...