The way Song Xiaobao and Wei Zhiyuan get along with each other is more puzzling than the popular clothes worn by girls every year.

Usually they can switch seamlessly between "fighting" and "reconciliation" several times within five minutes.

...faster and more unpredictable than lightning, too fast for foolish mortals to follow.

Song Xiaobao used her rare talent for language to give Wei Zhiyuan nicknames. Her favorite nicknames were "bastard", "big-eyed lamp", "sheep dung ball on top of a reed stick" (abbreviated as "sheep dung ball"), "little bastard", "bastard", etc. Wei Zhiyuan was more concise, and usually the three words "ugly girl" could kill her completely in the blink of an eye.

However, after that day, Song Xiaobao's way of addressing Wei Zhiyuan suddenly became less varied. She simply called him "Second Brother".

Song Xiaobao stopped her unilateral provocations. In front of Wei Zhiyuan, she finally changed from an annoying brat to a lovely little girl. Wei Zhiyuan reciprocated by calling her "Xiaobao". From then on, the two little guys evolved from enemies to a normal brother and sister relationship.

However, Wei Qian had no time to watch the quarrels and reconciliations of these children. As long as the two of them did not fight, he would not be able to tell even if they had a quarrel, and he would not feel anything if they reconciled. Wei Qian was born with the ability to turn a blind eye to things that did not interest him.

That day, after Wei Qian applied anti-swelling medicine on Wei Zhiyuan's little face, he remained expressionless and didn't show any expression. He awkwardly comforted Xiaobao, who had been the target of his anger.

Xiao Bao looked at him with tears in his eyes. His pitiful look was heartbreaking: "Brother, are you still angry with me?"

Wei Qian lowered his eyes and twirled his fingers unconsciously at his sides. His face was serious, but he felt embarrassed and annoyed in his heart. Facing his beloved sister, Wei Qian could neither hold his head high and say "I'm sorry, brother shouldn't have hit you" like a normal person, nor could he simply shake his head and say "I'm not mad at you anymore."

The two stood there in a stalemate for more than ten seconds before Wei Qian spoke up: "I...well, I'll give you two ten dollars a week from now on. Don't you like popsicles?"

The fat man, who was listening with his ears perked up, was almost stunned by what he heard. He was impressed by this donkey who squints when the hair goes well and gets angry when the hair goes wrong.

Wei Qian wiped Xiaobao's tears, coaxed her, and sent the two children to bed. Then he walked out of the house and said to Sanpang and the others, "I will find this man and destroy him."

When he said this, his expression and tone were restrained and almost indifferent, as if he was just casually saying "I'm going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes."

It was probably from that time that the young Wei Qian began to learn not to show his emotions.

Sanpang felt that he should agree out of brotherhood, but for some reason, he always felt a little bit of fear. He was too embarrassed to say it in front of others, as it would make him look like a coward. Wei Qian was a popular person among Brother Le, and Xiao He and the others were more or less trying to curry favor with him. They all vowed to help him find this person. Sanpang patted the boy's thin shoulder without saying a word.

On the surface, others have said everything and Kim Jong-un has left it all to himself. But in fact, in Kim Jong-un's inner world, some huge worries began to emerge.

Fighting, making trouble, and even petty theft are all part of the daily routine of these gangsters. Although they are not good things, they will not cause any big trouble. However, Wei Qian only said that one sentence and did not mention the matter again. He turned around and thanked Xiao He and the others politely.

Sanpang understood him and knew that he was planning something big. He sensed the desperate, lawless killing intent and felt that this was a prelude to Wei Qian going crazy.

At that moment, Sanpang sincerely hoped that the pervert would stay away and never be found by Wei Qian.

Wei Qian was really going crazy, so he removed the plaster the next day and moved to the night club of Monsters and Demons, so that he could continue to pick up and drop off his two children during the day.

At that time, new drugs such as ecstasy had not yet become popular, and related regulations were not strict. There was everything in the nightclubs, including early sex workers, sick drug addicts, crazy dance floors for young people, and theaters where rock youths party late at night.

We stayed up all night and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.

After two bowls of yellow soup, people got drunk and there were troubles almost every day.

Wei Qian was dealing with this group of people.

As soon as his arm grew back, he began a new period of intensive fighting. He led others to fight almost every day and came back drunk and injured in the early morning. In just two months, Wei Qian emerged like a mad dog and became a famous thug.

Brother Le never treated his capable brothers unfairly, and he made a lot of money during that period. And his younger brothers had been asking him about the news of the pervert.

I don’t know if the prayers of the fat boy moved God, but he has never been found.

Wei Qian's body became stronger through fierce conflicts again and again, and some people began to call him Brother Wei. At an incredible speed, he acquired the dangerous aura of a real thug, and was completely different from the boy who sneaked out of school at noon and ran to the billiard hall to eat.

Violence is a very dangerous behavior. In this behavior, it can constantly reward itself, reinforce itself, and ultimately change a person's personality.

Those who have not been exposed to it will never understand why some people are addicted to violence. It is like a drug that can ignite the adrenaline in the body in an instant, and can use an unconventional way to establish a distorted self-esteem and self-confidence, a sense of security, and a sense of belonging. Even under the fearful eyes of his younger brothers, Wei Qian can find a certain degree of self-"value" in it.

It can bring people an experience similar to "success", and just as "success" can subtly turn a person into a "successful person" mindset, "violence" can also subtly turn a person into a "violent person" mindset.

People who are addicted to it will involuntarily begin to expand their egos, avoid normal people's concerns about "consequences", and avoid other ways of thinking to solve problems.

Fear and guilt will collapse first when one is in self-denial, and then self-control will begin to collapse, until finally, all of a person's conscience, sense of morality, and warmth will be destroyed in his heart, and he will finally reach a "hopeless" point.

Some people say that the so-called "desperadoes" are mostly people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for money. In fact, this is not accurate. What they risk their lives for is far more complicated than the value of simple "money".

And Wei Qian walked on this broad road with clear steps.

He was clueless and Kim Jong-un, who was watching from the sidelines, was terrified.

Sanpang finally couldn't help it, and said to Wei Qian in private for the second time: "Don't do this anymore, go to the Internet cafe, it's so relaxing there, you can rest for a while during the day, and I'll pick up and drop off our brothers and sisters from school for you, okay?"

It was already late autumn. Wei Qian, relying on his youth and strength, slept on a cold kang and carelessly put his head under the faucet to wash it with cold water. When he heard these words, he just raised his head.

He picked up a towel and wiped his face all over, then shook his head vigorously from side to side and replied, "No, don't meddle in my business."

The fat man had no choice but to shut up again.

The third brother watched Wei Qian grow up and understood this kid. If he said it once, it would be fine. He would know that it was well-intentioned and would know how to appreciate it. But if he said it too much, his temper would come out and he would be so angry that he would not recognize anyone.

Sanpang had to change the subject: "Hey, what's wrong with that pockmarked man? He appears and disappears like a ghost. We live next door to each other, and I go to the hospital once a day to see his mother, but I haven't seen him for half a month. What's going on?"

Ma Zi's mother stayed in the intensive care unit for a long time. The high hospital bills almost made the three brothers sell everything they had. Finally, Ma Zi mortgaged their house and borrowed some money. At least his mother survived. However, she was burned beyond recognition. One of her arms and one of her legs were completely amputated. She could never stand up again. It is estimated that she will have to live like a half-human for the rest of her life.

From now on, they would have no place to eat the soy milk and fried dough sticks she made.

Wei Qian was stunned. When he had nothing to do during the day, he would go to the hospital to see if there was any money in the account and make up for it to the best of his ability. But he hadn't seen Ma Zi for more than half a month - he and Ma Zi worked in the same nightclub.

Sanpang frowned and said, "You said that grandson is so stupid, nothing will happen to him, right?"

After he mentioned it, Wei Qian took it to heart. One night, he happened to be on duty in the second half of the night, and Wei Qian deliberately dawdled for a while and waited in the monitoring room. It was past three o'clock, and Wei Qian was almost asleep. He saw Ma Zi coming out after cleaning the first batch of vacated boxes. The surveillance was not clear, and Wei Qian saw another person not far from Ma Zi. He couldn't see clearly what he looked like, but he kept the same distance from Ma Zi.

It seemed as if he was trying hard not to let others know that he and Ma Zi were together.

Wei Qian was startled. He walked out of the monitoring room, was careful to avoid the cameras, and followed Ma Zi carefully.

He didn't dare to follow too closely because the man with Ma Zi was too alert and kept looking back several times.

Ma Zi and the man walked into a small sheltered alley. It was still dark and Wei Qian was standing too far away, so he could only barely see Ma Zi take out a stack of money and give it to the man. The man took it and counted it, then took out a few bills and handed them to Ma Zi, and also gave him a small package.

The two broke up in a hurry, and Wei Qian had a headache from the early morning wind in late autumn.

After making sure that the man had left, Wei Qian carefully followed Ma Zi for a while until he felt safe. Then he came out and called out, "Ma Zi!"

He was ready to interrogate Ma Zi about what had just happened, but when Ma Zi turned around, he ran away like a frightened bird.

Wei Qian immediately chased after him.

Ma Zi ran as fast as a rabbit, turning here and there in the alleys. Before long, Wei Qian lost his trail.

Wei Qian kicked a stone away with all his strength and cursed, "Fuck!"

Then he went home and waited outside Mazi's house.

It was almost dawn when the lights in his house were turned on, Xiaoyuan and Xiaobao got up and prepared to go to school, but he was still unable to stop Mazi.