Weiqian afraid of "dog ghost Xiong" death impervious to suffering, so considerate and brick hard to make up for a few times, until the dog's head smashed a broken, which is gasping for breath and threw down the bricks, wiped his hand on the wall of the dog's blood.
He then had a chance to look up and survey the little cub that had caused him to go sideways, but the little white-eyed wolf had actually snatched the bucket of canned food while he was beating the dog, cradled it in his arms, and gobbled it up.
Probably Wei Qian's eyes were too murderous, the little cub visibly shivered and looked at Wei Qian with a pair of big, ebony eyes, a row of canned soup accidentally flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and he immediately reached out to catch it in fear and licked his hand clean.
The nameless fire in Wei Qian's heart grew even more, and he couldn't wait to stomp this little brat's head off and let him lick his shoes for a while.
The little fellow, seeing his ghastly gaze, thought he was going to snatch his cans, and, instantly on his guard, clutched them tightly, and stood up with his back to the corner, assuming a gallant attitude of defending his territory to the death.
Wei Qian was immediately deflated again, thinking to himself what is the point of fighting with such a gadget?
He then spat on the ground in a bored manner and turned to walk away.
Waiting for the results of the past few days, Wei Qian did not waste the precious vacation, he went to practice stalls during the day with hemp three fat, selling yellow video tapes, and at night in the billiard hall to find a job, earning ten dollars a day to watch the venue fee.
He realized that the little cub he had bumped into that day seemed to have made a home in the garbage-filled hutongs, and every time Wei Qian went out, he could see him searching through the garbage for his supper.
When Wei Qian passed by, if he was in a good mood, he occasionally
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Er will throw the brat a bun.
Wei Qian has always been hateful to his biological parents, children first learn how to contact the rest of the world from spending time with their parents, so it's hard for him not to hate society, his love is more limited than the rain in the northern spring, and the reason why he occasionally looks at the little guy differently is that he has observed the child.
He found that the little boy arms and legs are complete, the body does not have any disability, intelligence is not only not a problem, may also be higher than ordinary children, looks can not be seen, but a pair of eyes black and bright, should not be bad, if he really is the parents are dead no one to take care of, it should be sent to the social welfare institutions, such an age and conditions, absolutely will be snatched for adoption.
The little boy was wandering outside, Wei Qian guessed that either he had a guardian but the guardian mistreated him and he ran out on his own, or he was abducted from a young age and escaped with great difficulty.
Either way is to escape, are others are not good to him, really can not live to escape, that kind of feeling Wei Qian understand, he will even be a little sympathetic.
Of course, even if he was in the same boat, Wei Qian would only feel sorry for the little thing once in a while when he was in a good mood, and for the most part, he did a good job of keeping his cold and acerbic heart intact.
And it's the few sporadic acts of kindness like this that he's even attracted trouble.
That day, Wei Qian's midterm results came down, he did well, than the city's best high school's admission line is still twenty points higher than the district's top ten, put on other people, I'm afraid that the parents want to invite guests, Wei Qian did not have guests to invite, so the dinner did not buy steamed bread, bought a bag of meat buns, but also counted as a celebration.
Wei Qian thought he should be happy, but he did not, his heart is like to block two big stones, one stone is the high cost of high school expenses, a stone is his good and excellent but also no one to talk about the bitterness.
He tried so hard to ignore that that his whole being was in a very weird state - his brain was hot and his heart was cold.
As he passed by, he threw a meat bun in his hand to the little boy next to that garbage pile, amusing himself with the thought: this is a meat bun that never returns.
Who knows that the little thing unexpectedly did not let his buns a go, he three or two mouthfuls of the buns into his stomach loaded, and then even the person and then the buns, together with the unrelenting chase up.
Like a little stray cat, he recognizes whoever feeds him a mouthful of sausage.
Wei Qian turned back to look surprised, and said big deal, this also has to buy one get one free!
He was already blocked in his heart, and was followed impatiently, several times turned back and viciously scolded, but also pushed the little boy, the little guy pushed a butt squat, and even made a gesture to hit, but the other side is actually still persevering to follow, and has been followed to their home.
Wei Qian's house originally belonged to his maternal grandfather, that is, his deadbeat old lady's father, maternal grandfather was his mother alive and angry, so the house went back to Wei Qian's mother, and now she is also dead, only to be passed to his hands for a certain number of years.
Old silos, typical urban shantytowns, a dump downstairs, messy, neighbors generally below average in quality and means, many of the people who live here are not very friendly.
Righteousness and selfishness, warm-heartedness and unfriendliness, they co-exist without contradiction and in eerie harmony with the poverty and backwardness of this residential neighborhood.
For example, the old one-woman woman who lived across the street was a bit more unfriendly; every time she saw Wei Qian, from a distance, she would start rolling her eyes and then fling the door open as if she had seen something unclean, and sometimes she would intentionally throw garbage in front of his house.
At first Wei Qian was too lazy to get along with her, he was a big kid with a small child, and he was not worried enough to worry every day, so he was too lazy to pay attention to this chicken skin.
Furthermore, why should the poor make things difficult for the poor?
Later Wei Qian realized that the poor could only make things difficult for the poor and would only make things difficult for the poor, otherwise what else would they do?
His mom is a b*tch, he's a b*tch raised by a b*tch, and reasonably, the old lady was actually right in her scolding.
But not today.
He's done nothing wrong, he's better than anyone else even according to conventional wisdom, so why is he the only one who's had such a hard time?
His over-achieving midterm grades had pulled his upper body into another world while his lower body was still sinking in a rambling swamp that both opened his eyes to the infinite greatness of the world and how he couldn't break free of his inherent identity and class.
Even if he was a purebred social dregs punk like San Fat and Pocky, he wouldn't suffer like this.
Wei Qian's overheated brain and overcooled heart finally drove him to a critical point, he lowered his eyes to stare at the stinking garbage in front of his house, his arms burst out a line of blue veins, his eyebrows look like his mother, but far from being as beautiful as she was, and that lifelong shroud of hatred and gloom has almost become his natural gas, handsome to the eye, but also gloomy to the point of being forced to people.
Teenager Wei Qian silently squatted down, bit by bit, picking up those fruit peels and rotten leaves in front of the house and throwing them away.
The little boy who had followed him back didn't know what was going on and watched from the side.
Wei Qian took two steps carrying the trash in silence and suddenly no longer wanted to do so, he violently threw the trash in his hand at the doorway across the street and turned his head to snarl loudly at the boy, "What the fuck are you looking at?!"
The little boy was startled and instinctively took a step back.
Wei Qian said viciously, "Little bastard!"
The little bastard leaned his back against the corner and watched him carefully with wide eyes.
Wei Qian took a deep breath, he wanted to try hard to suppress the evil fire in his heart, as an "adult", he did not want to lose his temper in front of the little kid.
However, at this moment, he found that he could not restrain himself, and even one of his eyelids was jumping ...... He was not really an adult after all.
Wei Qian without warning suddenly turned around, picked up a large stone from the ground, "bam" smashed on the door of the old lady's window, broken glass "clatter" fell all over the place, the house came a scream.
Wei Qian: "Listen to me, old man, I didn't bother with you before because you're old and you don't have many years to live, if you touch me again, I'll kill your whole family!"
The old woman's pugnacious shouting and cursing came from the house, and the other party obviously didn't take him, a half-grown boy, seriously.
Wei Qian without saying a word, turned around and carried a kitchen knife out of the house, kicked in her door, directly kicked her door lock broken, only a metal chain shakily connected, the teenager took the kitchen knife, vigorously hacked at the door of the house, face pale, eyes red, living like a psychotic homicidal maniac, froze the cursing old woman to cry.
Since then, the old woman began to avoid walking with Wei Qian, spreading rumors around that he was a murderer, but the old woman never dared to curse in front of Wei Qian again, and never threw garbage in front of their house again.
It seems that bullying is in the nature of things.
But at that time, the young master Wei's appearance of the evil spirit demanding his life at that time scared the old woman to tears, but failed to scare the little boy to tears, and the little boy still persistently relied on the door of his house.
Wei Qian completed his intimidation, "bam" bang, in front of the little boy slammed the door of his own home, locking him out, the little boy wandered outside alone for a while, finally, he stooped down, picked up the remaining bits of garbage in front of the door of Wei Qian, cleaned up and threw it away.
He even picked up a few twigs, bundled them together, and swept the floor.
Then he curled up in the doorway like an unwanted puppy and just hunkered down and slept the rest of the night.