Song Xiaobao spoke haltingly and unclearly, and it took him a lot of effort to explain what had happened.

Ever since Wei Qian stopped picking them up from school, Xiao Bao no longer had the benefit of a "double stick" every night. She was very unhappy about this, but she didn't dare to ask Wei Qian for money. Wei Zhiyuan would definitely not take it. And it was unrealistic to expect their eldest brother to be able to think of such a trivial matter on his own.

So the two of them agreed to pick up cans along the path every day, and then secretly hide them under Xiaobao's bed, waiting to sell them for money.

For some reason on this day, Xiaoyuan was walking halfway as usual when he suddenly stopped her from taking the side road, and the two of them went back to the main road. Song Xiaobao didn't understand what was going on, and as usual, she started arguing with him, but this time Wei Zhiyuan didn't even respond and just dragged her along without saying anything.

Wei Zhiyuan's expression was so terrifying at the time, so Song Xiaobao finally obeyed meaninglessly.

Song Xiaobao is a typical cowardly kid. She is always very timid and can turn into a coward in a second if someone speaks harshly to her.

Fortunately, she is a girl, otherwise she might be a good material to become a father-in-law when she grows up.

Wei Zhiyuan took her to wander aimlessly on the street, first to the department store at the intersection, turned around in a circle, and after coming out, he looked around very vigilantly, and took her to several small shops, entering from the front door and exiting from the back door, and wandered outside for more than half an hour.

Afterwards, Wei Zhiyuan took Xiaobao and walked towards home. It was already getting dark by then.

To go home, you have to go through a small alley. It is the only way and there is no way to go around it.

Song Xiaobao saw that Xiaoyuan did not carry his schoolbag properly, but held it in his hand. The zipper of the schoolbag was unzipped and he put one hand in the bag. No one knew what he was looking for. He searched all the way without taking his hand out.

Then she heard footsteps, Wei Zhiyuan's nerves seemed to tense up all of a sudden, and Song Xiaobao saw a man walking towards her.

She couldn't tell clearly how old he was or what he looked like, even though she was crying. She could only say that he was an adult, a stranger as old as Sanpang's father.

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly pushed her hard and told her to run quickly.

Until this time, Song Xiaobao still couldn't figure out what was going on. However, Xiaoyuan's attitude brought her great fear. Although Xiaobao didn't know what she was afraid of, she was so scared that her hair stood on end.

She instinctively obeyed his words and ran to the end of the path. The more she ran, the more scared she became. She couldn't help but look back and found that Xiaoyuan had taken his hand out of his schoolbag. It turned out that there was a steel pipe hidden in his schoolbag. The boy held it with both hands, leaned sideways against the wall, and looked at the stranger vigilantly.

Seeing her looking back, Wei Zhiyuan shouted at her angrily: "Run! Call your brother!"

Song Xiaobao didn't dare to stop and ran home in one breath. But when she reached the door of her house, she realized that she didn't have any keys at all - there were three sets of keys in his house, one set was kept by Wei Qian, one set was kept as a backup, and the other set was previously kept by Sanpang's mother and was now given to Wei Zhiyuan.

Wei Qian originally thought that since the two children always go in and out together, a set of keys would be enough. Xiaobao is clumsy and he was afraid that she would lose the key if he gave it to her. But at the critical moment, the two children forgot about it.

If the little girl hadn't met Lei Zi who had rushed over after receiving a call from Sanpang, she would still be crying at the door in a daze.

Wei Zhiyuan had wandered outside before, and was much more sensitive to all kinds of malicious people than Xiaobao. He probably felt that he was being followed halfway, so he took Xiaobao on a detour. His way of handling it was actually correct, but the child was still young after all, and in the end he was unable to get rid of the other party and was still blocked.

At this time, Sanpang also arrived. He was really worried, so after making the call, he took a taxi back.

As soon as he got out of the car, he said to Wei Qian breathlessly: "It's okay, Qian'er, don't worry, Brother Le has also heard about it. After he knew it was your family's matter, he immediately sent someone to help you find it. You..."

His words were suddenly interrupted because Wei Qian raised his hand expressionlessly and slapped Xiao Bao's face to the side.

Lei Zi was startled and quickly jumped up to block Wei Qian and Xiao Bao: "Qian'er, hey, Qian'er! She is still young, a little kid, what does she know? Why are you so anxious with her?"

Sanpang was more rude. He rushed over in two steps and roared into Wei Qian's ear: "Fuck, are you a donkey? Where are you hitting? You can't hit a child in the face, don't you know that! Wei Qian, are you crazy? You are such a heavy-handed guy, what if you hit her and make her deaf? Huh?"

It was the first time Xiaobao was beaten in her life. She was so shocked that she didn't react at first. After a while, she felt the burning pain on her face. She covered her face with her hands in disbelief. Her skin turned red and tears began to well up in her eyes.

Wei Qian, who was pulled aside by Sanpang, looked at her coldly: "I don't think you dare to cry! Do you still have the nerve to cry?"

Xiaobao really didn't dare to cry anymore and tried her best to hold back her tears. But when she couldn't help it anymore, she sobbed like a cramp and her face turned from red to purple.

Wei Qian pulled his arm free and looked down at the pitiful little girl: "Where did you leave him alone?"

Xiao Bao sobbed and said the name of an alley: "I... I just told Brother Lei Zi just now..."

Lei Zi said quickly: "Yes, yes, I just notified them, and now some brothers are going over there, Qian'er, don't worry."

Wei Qian bent down and looked directly into Song Xiaobao's eyes: "You are a wise man who wants to protect yourself. You are not going to run away from the battlefield. Song Lili, did I ever teach you to be a good person?"

There were two words in this sentence that Xiaobao didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from getting the gist of it. This hurt more than her brother slapping her in the face, and Song Xiaobao finally burst into tears.

Sanpang couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Xiaobao behind him: "How can you talk like that? You are taking your anger out on others! You will feel better only if you drag your own sister into this, right? Are you sick?"

Wei Qian ignored him, took out the key from his pocket and handed it to Lei Zi, saying politely: "Thank you, brother. Go inside and have a drink of water. I can't entertain you today. I have to take a look first."

After saying that, he turned around and left without even looking at Song Xiaobao.

Song Xiaobao cried even harder, and Sanpang quickly bent down and picked her up, clumsily patting her back like a big bear, coaxing her, "Sister, don't cry, your brother didn't get vaccinated this year, and he has rabies. It's okay, I'll find you a towel to apply, and it won't hurt in a while, don't be afraid, I'm here, your brother won't dare to hit you again."

Xiaobao lay on his shoulder and cried his heart out.

In Song Xiaobao's childhood, she only remembers the arms of one person, her fat brother.

When summer comes, Fatty has a smell of sweat on his body that can never be washed off. No matter how clean he is, he still smells stinky. Not to mention that sometimes he is also covered with the smell of oil smoke and vegetables, which is very choking... However, that is almost the only warm comfort she can get.

Her short-lived mother died so early and so ignominiously that she had no impression of that woman.

And her brother... Ever since she could remember clearly, her brother seemed to have never hugged her, and the most intimate thing he did was to touch her head a few times.

Sometimes Xiaobao kicks off the quilt in the middle of the night, and refuses to cover herself up even when she wakes up from the cold. She does it on purpose. She pretends to be asleep and waits for her brother to cover her up. Her brother will very gently pull up the quilt, tuck in the corners, and sometimes even push the hair off her face to the side.

That was a rare warmth that he didn't have during the day.

Her brother loves her, Xiaobao knows that, and he will give her whatever she wants, but she is still afraid of him. Many times, when she takes the initiative to ask for things, she feels nervous and not very confident, because her brother always has a cold face at home, frowns and comes and goes in a hurry. He doesn't even have the patience to say a few words to her or watch TV with her.

Xiaobao always felt that although her elder brother loved her, his love was very limited. If she was too annoying, her elder brother might take back the little love he had and no longer give it to her.

Xiaobao burst into tears, not because Wei Qian hit her, but because she was more afraid that her elder brother no longer liked her.

Unfortunately, Fatty is a rough guy and he can never comfort people in the right way.

Wei Qian met Xiao Yuan on the way. Xiao Yuan was following a younger brother of Le Ge. That brother was called Xiao He. Although he was not very familiar with Wei Qian, they occasionally interacted with each other.

Xiao He was walking in front, looking back from time to time to see if the children behind him were following. Wei Zhiyuan had met him once and knew him, but he refused to let Xiao He hold him and just walked behind him, carrying his steel pipe without saying a word.

The little guy didn't look up when he walked, but focused on looking at his feet. From Xiao He's perspective, he could only see the small whorl on the top of his head.

When Xiao He found Wei Zhiyuan, he didn't see the pervert who was said to target children. Instead, he saw an old lady in her sixties holding a long-handled broom and watching over Xiaoyuan, asking him questions from time to time.

The pervert had already run away. Two buttons of Wei Zhiyuan's coat were broken, half of his face was swollen, and there was a big cut on his head. It was obvious that someone had pressed the child's head against the wall. There was a little blood on the tip of the steel pipe, and there were traces of sharp steel pipes on the wall and the ground, which showed that there had been a fight.

The little warrior never gave up his weapon until he luckily alarmed an old lady who happened to pass by.

When Xiao He walked over, Wei Zhiyuan was huddled in the corner to rest. Feeling someone approaching, his shoulders visibly tightened and shrugged, and his whole body tensed up. Although he didn't move, Xiao He had an illusion that if he took another step forward, the kid would dare to cut his head with the steel pipe in his hand.

Xiao He stopped and tentatively called out "Xiao Yuan". Wei Zhiyuan struggled to open his swollen eyes, looked at him for a moment, recognized Xiao He, and his body relaxed slightly.

The old lady looked at the young man who looked like a gangster suspiciously and asked worriedly: "Child, do you know him?"

Wei Zhiyuan nodded.

The old lady was relieved and left with her long broom. At last she sighed, "What kind of people are they? They should be shot. This world is too chaotic."

Xiao He checked and found that the child's clothes were still intact, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked in front, and Wei Zhiyuan followed behind him not too close, his steps were a little staggering, but his attitude was very tough. He refused to let anyone help him, and did not look up at anyone. Xiao He felt that this boy, at such a young age, had the temperament of a desperado, as if he did not feel pain or fear, and would instinctively fight with others.

Xiao He no longer tried to talk to him, because the kid's face was covered in blood and wounds, and his murderous look made him a little creepy.

Until Wei Qian rushed over and hugged Wei Zhiyuan.

The little boy seemed to be stunned for a few seconds before he realized who was holding him. He belatedly relaxed, and the steel pipe in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" and bounced twice. Xiao He saw the pale little hands covered with dust and blood tightly grasping Wei Qian's clothes. Then, Wei Zhiyuan began to tremble all over, as if this child was born with a slower reaction than others. Only now did he understand what was happening and only now did he feel afraid.

He cried like a kitten: "Brother..."

Xiao He watched the child carefully bury his head in Wei Qian's neck like a kitten, and thought he was going to cry, but Wei Zhiyuan didn't cry. He just trembled in his brother's arms for a while, and after a while, as if to confirm something, he called out "Brother" again.

Wei Qian asked: "Does it hurt?"

Wei Zhiyuan never knew that his elder brother could be so gentle. He was almost flattered. He nodded instinctively at first, and then he came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

Unexpectedly, when he shook his head, two lines of blood flowed from his nose. Wei Zhiyuan immediately raised his sleeve and wiped it off, then secretly put his bloody hands behind his back, fearing that his elder brother would dislike him.

But this time, his elder brother with a bad temper and sharp tongue did not despise him or give up on him. He even allowed him to put his arms around his neck and rest his head on his shoulder, and carried Wei Zhiyuan all the way back home.

Wei Qian is still a teenager. He is almost the same height, but his shoulders are not fully developed, so his bones are a bit uncomfortable, and his muscles have not had time to grow into shape and are stiff.

But the more this hard shoulder hurt, the safer Wei Zhiyuan felt.

The little boy fell asleep unknowingly in such a hard embrace with a slight smell of medicine.