Wei Qian was so angry that he felt tinnitus and his whole body became weak. Wei Zhiyuan pressed against him with a high horse. He struggled for a few times but did not break free.

Old Mrs. Song in the kitchen hurriedly threw down the broom and walked in quickly. Seeing this scene, she was really afraid that Wei Qian would attack Xiaobao without any hesitation, so she hurriedly protected the calf in a cunning and subtle way. She slapped Xiaobao's back and blamed her, "Why are you talking to your brother? Crazy?"

Song Xiaobao was stammering his neck, still trying to show that he was tough and never compromised, but tears poured heavily.

Old Mrs. Song sighed, standing in the whirlpool of family conflicts - between Wei Qian and Xiaobao, and said with a attitude of presiding over the overall situation: "If you want me to say, Xiaobao, it's all you are wrong. Did your brother say you were wrong? You are young and don't go to school well, so what will you do in the future? Buying vegetables with me at the vegetable market is not enough to be a change, and I'm still a middle school student, alas!"

Xiaobao wiped his tears hard: "What middle school students learn is not about change!"

With his unique purely illiterate perspective, Old Mrs. Song retorted with confidence: "Fart! Our village party secretary is a middle school student, and he had a good plan back then."

After the old lady was irrationally mixed up, Wei Qian's head was finally calmed down a little. He raised his head back, stared at the ceiling for a while, then took a deep breath, eased his tone, and said to Wei Zhiyuan: "Let me go."

Wei Zhiyuan kept suppressing him. He felt his violent heartbeat finally calm down bit by bit, and then he slowly let go of the hand pressing his wrist. He looked down and found that the elder brother's wrist had been pinched to a large piece of red.

Wei Zhiyuan quickly held it gently in his palm and rubbed it with his fingertips: "Brother, Xiaobao is so sensible when you are not here. She is just acting cute with you. Look at that girl is almost crying as Meng Jiangnu, don't be angry."

Old Mrs. Song, who was on the other hand, nodded repeatedly, and thought with regret, this is the difference between being cultured and not being cultured. Why can't she say such easy words?

Old Mrs. Song quickly said, "That's right, her brother, have something to say."

Wei Qian had never learned what it means to "speak something if you have something to say". At this time, he no longer wanted to say anything. He felt a sense of fatigue that was almost hungry and cold, even though he didn't want to eat anything, the heating was warm enough.

Wei Qian stood up slowly, his chest ached a little. He seemed too lazy to look at Song Xiaobao again, and went straight past her, turned around and returned to his room, and threw it into the door.

After a crisis passed, Old Mrs. Song turned her head and glared at Xiaobao, and whispered: "I still cry! What's wrong with you? Do you deliberately seek to be beaten?"

Song Xiaobao shouted at her with a "scream" and said, "I won't cut my hair! I won't cut it!"

Wei Zhiyuan looked at her incrediblely. Not to mention the two hairs on his head, as long as the elder brother said a word, he shaved his head and hung it in the living room as a light bulb.

Song Xiaobao keenly read the fact that he had no allies from their eyes. For a moment, she felt like a vast universe, like a small boat in the stars, and her loneliness that was alone and unshorely made her heartbroken. Xiaobao sat on the sofa and cried heartbrokenly - she was about to part with her beloved for a long time.

Unfortunately, no one can understand her girlish sadness.

Old Mrs. Song didn't want to watch her playful childish temper and continued to go to the kitchen to clean it. Wei Zhiyuan silently returned to his room, busy recalling the full heart she had just hugged in a hurry... After Wei Zhiyuan understood what he wanted, he no longer restrained and began to let his imagination go. The fantasy seemed to have built a world for him. He often sat in it for a while, and Wei Zhiyuan could always get enough comfort and peace.

That little bit of youthful feelings and supernatural powers that are unique to the young man, which is as powerful as the spring month, has diluted a lot of paranoia and coldness inherent in his nature.

After facing the terrifying violence of his elder brother, Song Xiaobao was ignored by the whole family. She thought angrily: "It turns out that he is good to you, but he hates me alone."

Just in the blink of an eye, two abnormal lines in Song Xiaobao's mind were connected inconsistently. The spark of the short circuit flashed with a "crackling" and she decided to run away from home.

After leaving, the sky was wide open. No one forced her to go to school to do her homework, no one forced her to wear an ugly school uniform, and no one forced her to cut her curious hairstyle with both ears and ears.

Just like a freedom fighter who has fought against her father for thousands of years, Song Xiaobao has taken out her rare action power that has never been seen in a century and has put this sparkling idea into practice.

Generally, the old lady who wakes up the earliest in the morning is Old Mrs. Song. Although Wei Qian told her not to do heavy work, she has been a working woman all her life, and enjoying happiness is a skill she cannot learn, so she still insists on selling tea and eggs and boiling corn every morning.

The second person to get up was Wei Qian. Wei Qian didn't seem to be relaxed after going to college. The course schedule for science and engineering is no longer easy. He also had to squeeze out time to make money everywhere. It would be good to have five hours of sleep a day. Now that the holiday is on, although the school is not necessary, he has to argue with Lao Xiong for the sake of the project, so he needs to get up early to prepare. There is still a tough battle to fight in the morning meeting.

As for Wei Zhiyuan, their teachers were crazy and extraordinary. On the winter vacation, Wei Zhiyuan and his team were on New Year's Eve and had three days off on the first and second day of the lunar calendar. All the other time was in class and training, and there were no weekends or holidays. Wei Zhiyuan basically got up and left, and got breakfast on the way to eat.

For various reasons above, none of the three people went out after 7:30 in the morning, which was too early, so no one went to ask Song Xiaobao to get up.

However, on this day, Wei Qian, the last one who left, locked the door. He was angry and did not intend to let Xiaobao run out all day like a big wild horse.

But he didn't know that his behavior was redundant, nor did he know that Song Xiaobao was no longer at home at this time.

In the middle of the night before, Song Xiaobao became more and more unrestrained. So when it was late at night, she made up all the pocket money she had saved, totaling 208.50 cents. Because pocket money might be deducted for one or two small mistakes at any time, Song Xiaobao was used to leaving food for herself like a little hamster.

As for her usual expenses, she mostly spent money from Wei Zhiyuan.

Xiaobao put the coldest clothes outside, stuffed a few pieces of clothes to change clothes in his bag, brought her favorite head flower and hairpin, packed a kettle and a bag of bread, and left with full preparation.

It took half a day in the morning, and no one noticed the busy family.

Wei Qian was still torturing Lao Xiong without distraction. Early in the morning, he placed the entire project's trading mode in front of Lao Xiong in detail, and printed it out half a centimeter thick. I don't know how he made it out in such a short time.

This is a prelude to the devil's devilishness... Old Xiong said helplessly: "You guy is really a turtle eating weights, are you determined?"

"I have written all the solutions to the several problems you asked me that day." Wei Qian did not tease him, and briefly explained, picked up the cup and drank half a cup of water in one sip. I don't know if it was a cold or a irritated by Xiaobao, but when he woke up early in the morning, he felt his throat felt very uncomfortable, and his saliva was sore, as if it was a sign of inflammation.

Lao Xiong sighed and took his plan over, feeling that there was a living creditor sitting opposite him who wanted to pay.

He briefly looked through it, quite amazed. Lao Xiong hired some young people of similar age as Wei Qian, and there were many whimsical ones, but they were not as bold as this guy.

Old Xiong moved his butt and sat upright, coughed dryly, and put on a formal face: "Without considering practical operability, some places are indeed a bit obvious and creative. But no young people running all over the street are lacking in creativity. I don't need a plan of 'how bold people are, how much the land is produced'. Sweetener-filled dumplings are unprecedented, right? Try cooking a pot and standing on the street to sell them? You can't convince me with this thing."

Wei Qian looked at him and said indifferently: "I have never been tempted, I can do it if I can write it."

The old bear stared at Wei Qian's eyes. The man's eyes were as gentle as ever, but they were always hidden in the cotton. Wei Qian refused to give in and said word by word: "As long as I want, even the moon in the sky, I will chew it down like a moon cake. Do you believe it?"

Lao Xiong was calm on the surface, but he felt in his heart that this was really something that boy Wei Qian could say. With Lao Xiong’s understanding of him over the past few years, he might be able to do it.

For a while, Lao Xiong was almost infected by the desperate bets of Wei Qian, and probably moved forward, and firm people could ignite with the blood of others.

However, it is only "almost" after all.

Lao Xiong sighed in his heart: He is young after all.

Men in their thirties and forties are still full of vitality in their careers. They are energetic and strong, and their ambitions will reach the peak of their lives as conditions mature. However, in their early twenties, the kind of rampage that belongs to young men cannot be found again.

Lao Xiong could hardly remember what it was like when he was a teenager. When he looked at Wei Qian, he began to suspect that he was old.

How come this kid can still fight like nothing?

Maybe Wei Qian either still mentally thinks he has "nothing" or he is born a madman like a gambler.

Don’t worry about how many glorious years have passed in Lao Xiong’s heart. His face, which looks dull and honest like a fat-headed fish, never showed any clues. Lao Xiong crossed his fingers and placed them on the table, and asked Wei Qian word by word: “Okay, I will discuss the last issue with you, 30 million. Now I can’t bear the risk of this capital. What if I bring the money to you and you can’t get the project? You can’t get any guarantee, and no one dares to do it for you ‘cross the bridge’ [note]. At that time, just occupying the interest of this money, you will have to say less than 10,000 yuan every day. What reason do I have to bear the cost of this capital for you?”

Wei Qian said without blinking: "I have a family and I can't move the house. For the rest of the years, I can raise you 200,000 yuan. If you agree, I will go there overnight tonight. Twenty days later, will you be able to give you a rough result. If there is no show at all, I will sell it and return the money to you."

Lao Xiong shook his head and smiled: "You are not a desperate person, but you haven't sold your house yet."

Wei Qian: "Did you agree?"

Lao Xiong thought for a moment. Maybe it was the young man who awakened his young blood, or maybe it was moved by the guarantee given by Wei Qian. Lao Xiong finally gave in: "Let's do this, I want to get you money these two days, but even if I ask our old man to make a guarantee, it will take about twenty days to lose a month. In total, I will give you a month and a half. Not to mention the planning permission, you will at least give me a land use agreement with the government. Then I will give you a 251-day trip with you, how about it?"

Wei Qian's eyes lit up in an instant.

Old Xiong was afraid that he would be so proud that he knocked on the table: "But the ugly words are ahead, brothers will settle the score clearly. If you really can't get it, come back as soon as possible and pay me a lot. Have you heard?"

Wei Qian's first smile that had been around for the whole day was revealed on his face. Only then did he feel his throat so dry and painful. Before he could unfold his smile, he was blocked by a cough.

At this moment, the phone in Wei Qian's pocket suddenly rang. He looked down at the caller ID and actually called from home.

Wei Qian sighed tiredly, not knowing what happened to Song Xiaobao. For a moment, he even tightened his temples. He quickly drank a few sips of warm water and pressed down his cough, and then he picked it up: "Hey..."

Song Xiaobao, who was not here to come to make trouble on the other end of the phone, heard the trembling voice of the old lady Song: "Brother, did you lock the door in the end?"

Wei Qian: "Well, what's wrong?"

Old Lady Song: "Xiaobao is gone!"

Wei Qian: "What?"

He no longer had to argue about whether the project was fat or lean meat, nor did he care about whether it was a big bet or a carefully designed competition. The endless heavy snow of goose feathers fell outside the window, and Wei Qian was left with only one problem in his mind.

Where can Xiaobao go on this cold day? Is she rich? Have she worn enough clothes? What did she eat and what would she drink?

When Wei Qian rushed out of Lao Xiong's office without any soul, he happened to run into Sister Xiong who came to deliver food to Lao Xiong. Sister Xiong looked at his reincarnation inexplicably and asked inexplicably: "Is his house on fire?"

Lao Xiong reached out to pinch a dumpling from the lunch box, and interpreted what "chronic" means to the fullest. He chewed it calmly and swallowed it before answering: "No, the little girl ran away from home."

When Mrs. Xiong heard this, she opened her apricot kernel eyes wide, raised her slap and covered the old bear with a dark cloud: "Then what else are you eating? Are you trying to die? Hurry up and find someone to help you find it!"

The old bear was almost choked to death by the fire-like attack that day, and was slapped on the table and pounded his chest for a long time.

He looked at his wife's face and had to obey the imperial edict. He was wronged and empty-handed, following his own popular sister-in-law, and helped find the teenager who ran away from home. He had met Xiaobao several times, and knew what kind of heartless girl was, and he didn't think she could go far.

Who hasn't run away from home when he was young and frivolous? He will come back naturally after spending the money. Why are you anxious?

Wei Zhiyuan received the news and took a short break to come back. He went home and opened Xiaobao's piggy bank. He looked in and asserted, "She took more than 200 yuan away."

Old Lady Song: "Where did she get so much money?"

Wei Zhiyuan glanced at her: "...what I want."

Old Mrs. Song was irritated and rushed to the doctor. She instinctively caught someone and blamed her. She slapped her thigh and almost cried out: "If she wants you, just give it to you? Why are you spoiling her for this problem? This is not to care for her, it is to harm her!"

"Okay! Don't make trouble with him." Wei Qian walked out of Xiaobao's house, drank Old Mrs. Song, took out the phone and said to Sanpang on the other end, "She should be wearing a white down jacket and carrying a bag... Ah? What is the bag? The bag..."

When he said this, his temples became tighter and tighter, and his head hurts more and more. Wei Qian pinched his eyebrows hard.

Wei Zhiyuan gently mentioned him next to him: "The orange backpack has a Mickey Mouse head hanging on the zipper."

Wei Qian quickly repeated his words, then hung up the phone: "I'll go out for another round."

Old Mrs. Song immediately jumped up and said, "I'll go too!"

Wei Qian ignored her and had already thrown the door and left.

Wei Zhiyuan quickly put on his coat and said to Old Lady Song: "Don't go with him. It's so snowing outside, and it's a bit slid and falls. Then it's even more messy. I'll go and see."

Old Mrs. Song really listened to him.

This was the second time, she had become accustomed to it - when everyone was anxious, Wei Zhiyuan kept his usual calmness unusually. Old Mrs. Song never knew whether he was a bit slow or was just born cold-blooded, and he couldn't get much deeper feelings when he was together day and night.

She didn't know what to touch Wei Zhiyuan. It seemed that she could not do anything, and he just knew what to do at any time.

The snow melted when it hits a human face, and the people passing through the heavy snow were quickly wet. When Wei Zhiyuan caught up with Wei Qian, he felt that his cheeks seemed to be red in abnormal condition.

Wei Zhiyuan hurried over and said to him: "She had neat quilts. I guess it's unlikely that she had folded it specially before leaving. She probably didn't sleep last night and left in the middle of the night. Last night, it was about ten degrees below zero and dripping water turned into ice. She couldn't wander outside. Most likely, she called a car and found a place to live... Brother, are you sick?"
To be continued...