Brother Le was quick to do things, and Wei Zhiyuan's household registration was quickly dropped, and it was on Wei Qian's household registration book. Now there is no problem sending him to elementary school.

It is actually not difficult to support Wei Zhiyuan. Just give him a full meal. Wei Zhiyuan eats everything, is not picky about food, and seizes time to absorb all the nutrients he can absorb. After half a year of experience, he jumped half a palm-height and explained perfectly what it means to "give some sunshine to brighten."

He could no longer wear Xiaobao's clothes, so Wei Qian had to wear his own old clothes.

Wei Zhiyuan still doesn't like to take care of others. Except for Wei Qian and his brothers and sisters and the few brothers who often come to their homes, he doesn't talk to others, and he still has a strong sense of guarding against others.

Apart from this, Wei Zhiyuan, a child, had almost nothing wrong with him. He had the ability to observe his words and expressions. As long as Wei Qian frowned slightly, he could receive a signal immediately. Knowing that his elder brother was unhappy, he could disguise himself as a mural on the wall in three seconds and pretend that it did not exist.

He was extremely diligent at home and cleaned the house every day. Since Wei Zhiyuan came, the hot water in the thermos was always full of water, and the garbage never spent the night in the house. Anyone who changed the clothes he threw was seen by him would silently wash them.

He was alert and flattering, and positioned himself as a vassal, or a dog guarding the house. His eyes were so scary about strangers, his eyes were like black beans, and he was straightforward when looking at people. He was a wild dog who was not easy to mess with.

The above were observed by Comrade Sanpang, and Wei Qian didn't take it seriously after hearing it. He thought that a puppy was just a puppy, and this child was not troubled anyway. He was not at home, so he could ask him to be a companion for Xiaobao.

... Until something happened immediately.

That day, a group of ignorant people, Bafener pulled Le Brother's territory and opened the head of a fucking brother, Le Brother's brother. Their brothers took the guy there that day and had a fight with each other. Unfortunately, the location was on a street near Wei Qian's house.

Just as they fucked each other's heads into dogs, they suddenly heard the sound of water pipes scraping the ground in the street behind.

Before Wei Qian could look back, he heard Sanpang shouting and saying, "Oh, I'll fuck!"

Wei Qian was also shocked when he saw that Wei Zhiyuan was carrying a water pipe that was longer than others, dragging it on the ground, running towards this side in an extremely funny posture.

Wei Qian happened to see his eyes, and he found that Sanpang was right. The little guy's eyes were like a fierce wild dog. Although he was dragging such a long water pipe and couldn't even walk steadily, it was so strange that he could see from him that his determination to kill all the enemies.

To put it more amazingly, he has the kind of "killing intention" described in martial arts novels.

Sanpang: "Be good, what thing did you pick up to come back?"

Wei Qian: "Don't mention it. I didn't bring a magnifying glass when I picked it up. I would have known."

Sanpang was amazed and shouted at Wei Zhiyuan from afar: "Okay, baby, our brothers have finished work today, there is no need for you to show up, let's get back to the palace!"

Wei Zhiyuan knew Sanpang, and then stood there when he heard this. He blinked his big round eyes and looked at him, then looked at Wei Qian again, threw down the water pipe, wiped his nose, wiped his nose clean, and said, "Oh."

As a result, Wei Qian had a dream when he went home that night. He dreamed that Wei Zhiyuan turned into a perverted murderer. After killing others, he didn't know how to run away. He sat calmly among pools of blood, and spoke expressionlessly and called him "Brother".

Wei Qian woke up in cold sweat on the spot. He sat on the bed and saw the little boy sleeping on the dark side with his bare butt on the bed. He couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his soft hair.

Wei Zhiyuan was like a pig, rubbing his palm unconsciously.

Wei Qian pinched his little arms and legs again, and found that he was soft everywhere, as soft as Xiaobao, and didn't look like a murderer at all. He even smashed his mouth while dreaming, and didn't know what delicious food he dreamed of.

He sat next to him and observed him for a while, thinking that this kid is so big and so cruel, will he be able to repay him in the future?

It doesn't matter anything else, it's good not to go out and cause trouble for him.

In the future...ah, what a slim word "future" is.

Wei Qian couldn't sleep anymore, so he got out of bed, walked to the balcony, pushed the window open a little, and thought about his own illusory "future" in the late night.

The tuition in high school is so much more expensive than when he was compulsory education. Wei Qian was so expensive that he only barely paid for one semester. In the past six months of high school, the savings he got from his dead mother were almost spent. At present, as the weather became colder day by day, Wei Qian was almost at the end of his journey, but there was nowhere to be told about such a heavy pressure because he was the eldest brother.

Wei Qian dreamed of finishing high school, and dreamed of living in a decent manner like most people in this city, wearing suits and ties, nine to five.

"Decent", it was his dream of breaking bones and tendons, even though it seemed so stupid, distant and illusory.

Reality cannot tolerate him illusioning for such an illusory future. The heavy courses in high school take up all his time, and the teacher will not allow him to leave school alone when others are studying in the evening.

As for Xiaobao, he is already seven years old and is about to go to school. Because of his selfishness as a big brother, he only cares about his tuition and dreams, he missed the registration time for elementary school intentionally or unintentionally. This year has delayed her. Why didn't Wei Qian dare to delay her next year?

Wei Qian quietly walked into the kitchen. There were less than two kilograms of dried rice left in the rice jar, and there were a green onion and a few rotten vegetable leaves in the kitchen, and there were still ten or fifty cents left in his pocket.

He wants to buy food, daily necessities, and pay water and electricity bills...

He needs so much money to maintain a minimum livelihood.

This kind of life is like a sack full of holes, with holes everywhere, and the money Wei Qian got easily flowed out.

Wei Qian still has the way to get money by doing odd jobs every weekend. With more people at home, the money has begun to be insufficient.

Every morning when Wei Qian left, he would cook one dish, leave two steamed buns for the two children, and then claim to eat it at school.

If he doesn't save money on lunch, it won't be enough to spend it. But after all, he is at the age of high appetite and cannot be hungry, so Wei Qian would take advantage of the lunch break to climb over the wall and walk out of school, go to Le Ge's billiard hall to warm up the venue, and eat lunch at the same time. After a semester, he realized that billiards were almost half a professional level.

Every day...every day, the food, rice, oil and salt are a whip. From the moment he opened his eyes, he whipped him and ran around constantly and tried to find ways.

This made Wei Qian feel uneasy - under heavy pressure, no matter who is, he is in peace.

He felt half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Someone stuffed them to him during the fight in the afternoon. He suddenly remembered what others looked like when they were spitting out mist, so Wei Qian sat in the kitchen and lit the cigarette.

He coughed and learned to smoke his first cigarette without any instruction. The lack of oxygen in his lungs made him feel dizzy and even nauseous.

Wei Qian sat on the floor and leaned against the door panel for a while.

Otherwise... I won't go to school.

He thought this in a daze.

"I really have no choice." Wei Qian said to himself, "I'm really at the end of my life, and there's no way out."

He was so sad that he was about to cry, as if he was watching the door to another world and another kind of life slowly closed in front of him. He rushed desperately, but it was always beyond his reach.

At this moment, Wei Qian remembered what Brother Le said - if you have any difficulties, you can go to him.

Wei Qian opened his eyes wide and thought for a moment, and suddenly stood up as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He still clumsyly held a cigarette between his fingers, and he was trembling at the broad road that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Wei Qian was a little dry-mouthed, and he wanted to rush to Brother Le now.

Yes, Brother Le will definitely lend him money. When he finishes school, or even after he can finish college, he will come back to repay Brother Le, with a different identity.

As long as Brother Le is willing to provide him with, he will no longer have to worry about the whole meal every day, and will no longer have to calculate the little money at home, so his heart hurts. He can read the past few years steadily, and he promises that he will have first-class results...

The hot ashes fell on Wei Qian's hands, making him tremble.

He lowered his head silently, stared at the cigarette butts that were scattered with inferior cigarettes for a while, twisted the cigarette butts and threw them in the trash can.

Wei Qian's hot brain cooled down, and he found that he couldn't do it.

He always remembered the story of crossing the river, and it was particularly profound - the experience of listening to the story in his mother's arms was a unique and luxurious memory for him.

He remembered what a woman said, "You can't live too well. When you are full and full every day, you will be burping and fart when you are full and eat and get dark every day.

It's not far from catching a cold."

Can Brother Le help him once, can he keep helping him?

Help the poor but not the poor.

What is Brother Le’s obligation to give him money, to go to school, to eat and wear, and to make him worry-free?

For some reason, Wei Qian felt that he yearned for and was creepy when he thought about that kind of carefree life. He seemed to suddenly see the comfortable and weak self, like a pig surrounded by a circle.

Is there anything in the world that scares a boy like him more than "weakness"?

Is there anything in the world that makes a teenager like him more desperate than "no hope"?

If Wei Qian was not weak, he had to drop out of school and had to embark on a road without hope - leaving school, becoming a gangster, a thug, a odd job, becoming the scum at the bottom of a city, and struggling to survive this life, this is almost a road that can be seen at a glance.

Wei Qian didn't know how long he had been standing in the kitchen, but felt that his hands were numb from the cold, so he sniffed, returned to the small bedroom separated by a curtain in the living room, and lay back on the bed.

Wei Qian's family only has one bedroom and one living room. After Xiaobao was three years old, he felt that it would be difficult for her to sleep with him, so he gave the bedroom to his sister. He pulled out a curtain in the living room and placed a bed in the corner, which separated a bedroom.

Wei Zhiyuan has always slept with him.

When Wei Qian was lying back on the bed, the little guy next to him moved, not knowing whether he was not asleep or woken up.

Wei Zhiyuan opened his eyes carefully, looked at the elder brother's expression, and smelled a choking smell of smoke on his body. Wei Zhiyuan is not Xiaobao. He has never been spoiled like others since he was a child, so he dare not be as heartless as her.

Xiao Yuan observed his expression and shouted gently carefully: "Brother."

Wei Qian was upset and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Xiaoyuan waited for a long time, but before he could reply, he gently pulled his clothes. He asked, "Brother, are you not rich and can't support me?"

Wei Qian thought to himself, you still know - but he didn't say this, not to not hurt the child's heart, but to feel that "admitting his incompetence and lack of money" was very harmful to face, so he angrily shook Wei Zhiyuan's hand: "What are you talking about? Can you still sleep? Shut up!"

Wei Zhiyuan didn't say anything for a long time, and Wei Qian thought he was asleep.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the little guy came over and got into his quilt, and touched Wei Qian's cold hands and feet. The house was very cold in winter, and the heating was not popularized in such forgotten old shantytowns. There were children at home, and Wei Qian was worried about building the stove, so he spent more than half a year to buy second-hand electric heating, but that thing costs electricity after all, and they usually don't turn it on if they can.

The temperature of Wei Qian's cold skin made Wei Zhiyuan shrank instinctively, but the next moment, the boy came over again, hugged Wei Qian's hand with both hands, stuffed it into his arms, and tried hard to straighten his legs. His head almost buried in the quilt before he could barely reach Wei Qian's feet and gently put his feet on the eldest brother's cold feet.

In an instant, Xiaoyuan felt the temperature in his body flowing away rapidly.

After doing these things, he whispered with a little compliment, "Don't want me, okay? I can work, I can still pick up rags, and I can make money."

These gentle words almost made Wei Qian's mind tremble.

Perhaps because he hadn't answered for a long time, Wei Zhiyuan began to feel panic.

Wei Qian provided him with a safe and warm residence, gave him a home that he had been envious and unimaginable before, and had never beat him up, and he didn't even instruct him to do much in his life.

Even this winter, my elder brother bought him and Xiaobao a thick cotton dress.

Wei Zhiyuan felt that this was almost like a beautiful dream. He was afraid that he would wake up from the dream, and he was the wandering child who no one wanted, wandering in the coldest part of the city, making a living by picking up garbage.

"Please." Wei Zhiyuan's voice was trembling with a low pressure, "Don't throw me away."

Two seconds later, he added: "Brother."

Wei Qian felt mixed feelings. It was impossible to say that he didn't want to throw this bastard away and relieve himself a little bit of burden. However, he just pulled Wei Zhiyuan's head and simply ordered: "Sleep."

There is nothing else to say.

But after raising cats and dogs for more than half a year, it is time to raise feelings, let alone individuals.

Not to mention that this little guy revolves around him every day, trying his best to do things and work every day, just to make himself happier and keep him.

Wei Qian knew that he was soft-hearted, and he thought he shouldn't be soft-hearted, but he had no choice. After all, he was not a stone.
Chapter completed!