During that time, Wei Qian returned home late and later, and he had many "social engagements" with Brother Le.

In the past, Wei Qian would give up on these things, but after Mazi died, he had a heart of irreconcilable love with Brother Le. Of course, he would lurk by Brother Le without hesitation and earn enough trust.

Moreover, the atmosphere at home is really weird, and Wei Qian is too lazy to go back.

This strange atmosphere lasted until March of that year, when Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao had already started school.

One day in the third month of the Gregorian calendar, it was the second day of the second month of the old calendar. The dragon raised its head. The late spring of the year was so cold that it was so cold that it was so cold that it was almost buried in the entire city.

As usual, Wei Qian was accompanying Brother Le outside, but he seemed a little restless. He kept looking down at the "Little Lingtong" (note) that Brother Le had given him. When he was halfway through the drink, his Little Lingtong sounded. Wei Qian responded and his face changed.

Brother Le turned his head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Wei Qian lowered his voice and said, "My sister is sick, Brother Le, the child has high fever and is prone to problems. I...I want to go back and have a look."

Brother Le seemed a little unhappy, but after all, he still gave him face, so he asked casually: "How many people will I find for you?"

Wei Qian hurriedly said, "No, I'll come back home and check it out."

After Wei Qian finished speaking, he stood up and recouped everyone first. Then, before anyone could react, he rubbed open a bottle of wine with the corner of the table and blew a whole bottle of beer on the spot, giving Brother Le enough face.

Amid the cheers of the gangsters of all sizes, Wei Qian bent down respectfully and whispered: "I have called the driver and the car for you to prepare. The 'shield', ask the driver to turn on the heating for you."

Brother Le waved his hand with a smile: "Go."

Wei Qian is not doing anything, but whenever he takes over, he always seems to be able to scratch his itch. Brother Le thought to himself that it is not unreasonable for him to take care of him. This young man is aggressive, can sacrifice his life, and can hold up the scene, but he is not a reckless person who just rushes forward. Wei Qian has his own unique slickness, knows how to save his face and how to give others face.

After dealing with these people, Wei Qian hurriedly ran home. Before he could get home, he saw Mrs. Song struggling to carry Xiaobao, walking in the heavy snow with deep and shallow feet, following Wei Zhiyuan next to them with an umbrella for them. Half of the boy's body was wet with the snow.

After all, Old Mrs. Song is old and doesn't know how to take a taxi. Her back is bent by Xiaobao. The white breath exhaled from her mouth floats heavily in the snowy day when water is dripping into ice.

Wei Qian strode over, took Song Xiaobao over, reached out and touched him, his forehead was hot, and he immediately took off his coat, wrapped it around her, and hugged her straight to the hospital.

Xiaobao has been changing places recently, which has caused her to have a lot of money. In addition, the mutual hatred between her grandmother and her elder brother can be seen by blind people, and Xiaoyuan's grudge against her is hard to eliminate. For a moment, her psychological pressure was unprecedented.

Xiaobao had never hidden so many things in his heart. Just as the viral cold began to spread in school, she became heroic.

The heavy snow outside seemed to indicate the boundlessness of this winter. The iron beds in the hospital were filled with the coldness that could not be warmed up. The northwest wind slapped the windows with a "whirring" look, and Xiaobao's face was red and he was fed with liquid.

The other three were already in a mess.

Old Mrs. Song has no experience. Before, Wei Qian was running away for registration, taking the little girl for examination, blood test, hospitalization procedures, etc. She couldn't get into it and didn't understand. She has always acted like a kick in front of Wei Qian, which can almost represent the highest combat effectiveness of middle-aged and elderly women in rural areas, but at this time she seemed helpless and fragile.

Her somewhat turbid eyes always turned uneasy with the doctors and nurses who occasionally came and went, sitting on the bench waiting in the corridor, not caring that the snow was soaked that she was wet, and her butt could only sit next to one side. Every time someone approached inadvertently, she would stand up like a primary school student who made a mistake, and her palms were unconsciously rubbing on her wet trousers, revealing the back of her hand that was rough and cracked due to neglect of maintenance.

Wei Qian settled Song Xiaobao, it was already very late. He looked at the old and young people who were following him, put on his coat and turned around and left the hospital. He bought two bowls of hot noodle soup from a small restaurant that was about to close. He made a bag and brought it up. He placed it in front of Old Mrs. Song a bowl, pushed the rest to Xiaoyuan, and whispered: "Eat it."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, you eat first."

Wei Qian waved his hand, took out the cigarette box, stuffed it back, turned around and went out to talk to the doctor.

Wei Qian waited for the two of them to finish their meal and looked at it again. Seeing that the snow outside had stopped at some point, he handed the umbrella to Wei Zhiyuan. After thinking about it, he took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it to him: "It's too late. You two should go back, go to the bottom of the building to call a car, and try the taste of "beating". The doctor said that Xiaobao would stay in the hospital for several days for the remaining household use."

Wei Zhiyuan: "You won't go back?"

Wei Qian: "Well, I'll accompany her here."

Wei Zhiyuan secretly curled his lips, lowered his head and looked at the tip of his shoes, and said awkwardly: "Then I won't go back."

Wei Qian said in a nice voice: "What can you do here? Don't look back and you have a cold, obediently, go back."

Wei Zhiyuan stubbornly said nothing.

He really didn't want to get along with the old woman alone, otherwise he wouldn't be so twisted. Wei Zhiyuan actually knew that his elder brother's good voice could be at most two and a half words. If he surpassed him, he would be impatient.

Sure enough, Wei Qian's face sank and shouted directly: "Stop talking nonsense, get back, don't cause trouble for me here!"

After scolding, Wei Qian raised his hand and touched his hair, and found that it had already dried up, so he urged him, "Let's go quickly, there's some isatis root at home, go back and soak it in water to drink it myself."

Old Mrs. Song was on the side and spoke to him in a way of showing weakness for the first time: "Or I'm here, I'm older and I feel less..."

Wei Qian raised his eyes and glanced at her, and said without hesitation: "You? What would you do?"

Old Lady Song: “…”

Wei Qian sneered, turned around and opened the ward door, signaling them to "get out quickly".

Old Mrs. Song walked out hesitantly, and couldn't help but turn back and say to him: "Then... don't buy food outside tomorrow morning, I'll prepare it for you and send it here..."

This time Wei Qian didn't raise his eyelids, his eyebrows were cold, as if he had automatically blocked her voice.

Wei Zhiyuan followed Old Lady Song a few steps.

"Wait." Wei Qian suddenly remembered something and called him.

Wei Zhiyuan immediately ran back happily as if summoned by the Lord.

Wei Qian bent down, almost pressing into Wei Zhiyuan's ear, and whispered to him: "Don't forget to ask the teacher for a leave of absence from my sister when you go back. These days... You go out to watch it sooner or later, try to go with other classmates. If someone stops you, don't panic. If you ask you anything, just tell them that it doesn't matter. Tell them that I have been hospitalized with Xiaobao, and no one will make things difficult for you... If there is anything at home, just go to the hospital to find me directly. Don't call me, I won't turn on the computer."

Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him in surprise. Wei Qian's eyes looked particularly deep in the corridor with poor lighting. His eyes were cold and calm, and there seemed to be a dark stream of light inside.

"Other than that, you don't know anything, do you remember?"

Wei Zhiyuan nodded.

Wei Qian's thin mouth gently raised the corners, showing a specious smile in the backlight.

"It doesn't matter if Xiaobao is not bad. Before she can turn into pneumonia, she is a viral cold. She will be cured in a week." Wei Qian said, "She is a coincidence in this disease..."

Later, Wei Zhiyuan recalled that his brother ended the struggle with his grandmother from that night, eased the relationship, and even shook hands and made peace later... Oh, and later he called Old Grandma Song like Xiaobao.

Too many things happened this night, and it seemed to be a turn of their fate, which was extremely magical. However, Wei Qian's vague whispers always made Wei Zhiyuan believe that sometimes those seemingly miraculous fates would be artificial if they dig into the roots.

As the doctor said, Xiaobao's illness came and went quickly. Early the next morning, she had already changed from a high fever to a low fever. Old Mrs. Song arrived early as promised and brought the egg custard for Xiaobao, tea eggs for Wei Qian, and lean meat porridge.

The tea eggs were probably cooked for a whole night and the taste was soaked.

Wei Qian was not polite and took it over and ate it. He found that this old man was not good at doing anything else, but he was quite good at cooking.

After eating, Xiaobao forced himself to speak a few words to his grandmother, and fell asleep again. Old Mrs. Song sat aside with a restrained look and tried to talk to Wei Qian several times, but Wei Qian was not grateful and was too lazy to give her face. She kept ignoring her and reading it over and over again with an old magazine with a missing page.

Old Mrs. Song was a little nervous. She was silent for a while. She finally stood up and said softly: "Brother, then you...what do you want to eat at noon, I'll go home to make it."

Wei Qian sneered ungratefully: "Just take care of your granddaughter, I don't need you, I'm afraid you will give me rat medicine."

Old Mrs. Song stood her eyebrows and seemed to want to curse again, but her lips moved and she held it in the end. She turned around and left without saying a word. At noon, she still endured humiliation and brought Wei Qian's meal.

She prepared all three meals a day and delivered them. She had different styles and was obviously pleased. She basically made whatever she liked to eat. On the third day, Wei Qian finally became a little soft-hearted. Although he was not very satisfied as usual, he was not sarcastic at least - he shut up and stopped talking badly.

As soon as Mrs. Song left, Sanfat came.

Sanpang brought fresh fruit to Song Xiaobao, teased her absent-mindedly, then pulled Wei Qian's clothes and whispered: "Qian'er, come out, I have something to say to you."

Sanpang's face looked solemn, with thick dark circles under his eyes. The big cake's face seemed to have almost shrunk, and he almost rushed to the shape of the cake.

Wei Qian told Xiaobao a few words, and went outside with Sanpang. He found a corner where no one was around. Sanpang grabbed Wei Qian's collar: "Why don't you turn on the phone? Do you know what happened outside? You..."

Wei Qian grabbed his hand and rescued his collar, saying calmly: "The sky cannot fall."

Sanpang: "Damn it's time to pretend to be a god with me, something happened to Le Xiaodong!"

Wei Qian looked at him expressionlessly.

"The night before yesterday, the day you sent Xiaobao to the hospital, Le Xiaodong and the others finished drinking, and they were intercepted halfway. His Cadillac was said to have been knocked over by someone on the spot... At that time, all the brothers who followed him were red and fucked each other on the street. It was in the downtown area. His mother was a group of unprovoked bastards, and they alarmed the police in the blink of an eye. Some time ago, the city just said that they were going to focus on cracking down on the gang, so they hit the gun. Do you think they were stupid..."

Sanpang said a lot of words, but Wei Qian suddenly interrupted him.

Wei Qian's voice was pressing into his throat, as low as a whisper. His teenager's tone had faded, and was as low as some kind of gloomy piano sound, as if it had some kind of echo.

Wei Qian asked: "Is Le Xiaodong dead?"

Sanpang was stunned for two seconds, then looked at Wei Qian in disbelief, and after a while, he asked blankly: "No, you... did you know before?"

Wei Qian showed a sarcastic and sharp smile, so handsome.

Sanpang turned around in his heart, and instantly he felt cold sweat: "What role are you playing in it? Are you looking for death? Wei Qian! Can Le Xiaodong and the others move us shrimp fish? You..."

Wei Qian raised an index finger on his lips.

He approached Sanpang, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and whispered: "San brother, you're right. I'm just a shrimp and fish, no role. I left before I finished my meal. I didn't know when he would go or which way he would go. Do you say that Brother Le changed places every night and could he be ambushed? It's so bizarre."

The three fat fat man's stunned Erque's expression seemed to have just been kidnapped by an alien.

"But I feel relieved when I know he is dead." Wei Qian held his chin with one hand, rubbed his face with his fingers, walked out with a cigarette box, and the hospital did not allow him to smoke. He was about to suffocate to death in the past few days.

In that major drug trafficking case, not only were scapegoats like Mazi, but also real big heads and old cannons. Brother Le was alone, and even outsiders could see clearly what was going on, let alone the people involved.

Le Xiaodong was like Yuan Datou back then, busy putting in trouble and biting Duan Qirui. As a result, the people of the whole country agreed with unanimous opinions that he assassinated Song Jiaoren.

The same is true for Le Xiaodong. As a short-sighted conspirator, he doesn't think about how to take charge of the overall situation when encountering problems. He picks himself out as soon as possible, but he doesn't get very clever.

Wei Qian knew that since that incident, countless pairs of eyes were staring at Le Xiaodong - because someone had looked for him, as a popular thug under Le Xiaodong, he had a close personal relationship with the dead Mazi and had a subtle position.

However, Wei Qian did not agree in person, and turned around and sold the other party to Le Xiaodong, expressing his sincerity, and reassured Le Xiaodong, who was a little hesitant about him because of Mazi.

Not the foolish little brother, who will send them to the underworld?

Le Xiaodong belongs to the Great Dragon. Although at least one-twelve people in the world have this zodiac sign, he just thinks that his zodiac sign is unique and has the spirit of an emperor.

He regards the second day of February as a festival every year, and must have a big banquet for guests. Before leaving, Wei Qian prepared his beloved car for Brother Le. Le Xiaodong has several famous cars, but from the bottom of his heart, he likes the Cadillac the most. Nothing else, because this car has been on a CCTV sketch, all Chinese people know it and know it is expensive.

...and four words look high-end and fashionable.

Wei Qian's "flattery" was so slapped, and Brother Le was very satisfied at the time.

Le Xiaodong has many residences and is determined to have a cunning rabbit's three holes, but no one can find him. Every time he gets in the car and decides where to go, he thinks that others can't predict his itinerary in advance.

Unfortunately, one year his wife went to Nordic shopping and brought him a sky-high-priced watch. Whether it was early spring or not, Le Xiaodong forced himself to wear short-sleeved clothes to reveal his expression, Wei Qian understood the way he would take tonight.

Le Xiaodongzhi drank with pride and the guests were like a local emperor. The car he car was prepared for. The drunkenness was so bad that he would not feel so uncomfortable if he didn't go around the square in the city center to show off his car.

After walking around the square, I happened to connect to the viaduct to the North City. Le Xiaodong has a single house of more than 900 square meters in the North City. It is the king of the villa. It has three strange mistresses who can live in peace. One of them was just guided by the "heartfelt people", and took advantage of Le Xiaodong's good mood to call him to celebrate his birthday. He deliberately said that "the dragon raised his head" was his birthday to please Le Xiaodong, and he wished Le Xiaodong very much. It was all the way. If he didn't go to see his "three palaces", he would feel so uncomfortable.

Oh, by the way, Le Xiaodong never drives or takes the passenger seat. He thinks that the two positions in front of the car have lost his price.

So just hit the back.

People who are too exposed are more suitable to be small people because they are destined to be unable to go too far, and they usually die unjustly halfway through the road for no reason.
Chapter completed!