During that period, Wei Qian came home later and later, and had a lot of "social events" with Brother Le.

In the past, Wei Qian could push these things away whenever he could, but after Ma Zi's death, he and Brother Le were determined to fight to the death. Of course, he had to lurk around Brother Le quietly and earn enough trust.

Besides, the atmosphere at home was indeed weird, and Wei Qian was 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 March of the Gregorian calendar was the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, when the dragon raised its head. This year's late spring was unusually cold. Just as spring was about to come, a heavy snow fell, almost burying the entire city.

As usual, Wei Qian was outside accompanying Brother Le, but he seemed a little uneasy. He kept looking down at the "little pager" (note) that Brother Le had just given him. When he was halfway through drinking the wine, his little pager rang, and when Wei Qian picked up it, his face changed.

Brother Le tilted his head and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Wei Qian lowered his voice and said, "My sister is sick, Brother Le. Children with high fevers are prone to developing illnesses. I...I want to go back to see her."

Brother Le seemed a little unhappy, but after all, he still gave him face and asked casually: "I'll find a few people for you?"

Wei Qian said hurriedly: "No, I'll go home and take a look and come back soon."

After Wei Qian finished speaking, he stood up and apologized to everyone first. Then, without waiting for others to react, he used the corner of the table to rub the wine bottle open and blew out the whole bottle of beer on the spot, giving Brother Le enough face.

Amid the cheers of the gangsters, Wei Qian bowed respectfully and said softly, "I have called the driver and car and prepared them for you. I have asked the driver of the Shield to turn on the heater for you."

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

If Wei Qian doesn't do anything, it's fine. But whenever he takes over, he always seems to be able to scratch his itch. Brother Le thought to himself that it's not without reason that he has been taking care of him. This young man is sharp, willing to risk his life, and able to hold up the scene, but he is not a reckless person who only knows how to rush forward. Wei Qian has his own unique slickness. He knows how to save his own face and also knows how to give face to others.

After dealing with these people, Wei Qian hurried home. Before he got home, he saw Old Lady Song carrying Xiaobao with great effort, walking in the heavy snow with one step deep and one step shallow. Wei Zhiyuan was following beside them, holding an umbrella for them. Half of the boy's body was soaked by the snow.

After all, Old Mrs. Song was old and didn't know how to take a taxi. Her back was bent by Xiaobao, and the heavy white air she exhaled from her mouth floated in the snow where water had turned into ice.

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

Xiaobao has been moving to a new place recently, which has made her very busy. In addition, there is the kind of mutual hatred between her grandmother and eldest brother that even a blind person can see, and Xiaoyuan's grudge against her is hard to get over. For a time, her psychological pressure was unprecedentedly great.

Xiaobao had never kept so many things in her heart before. Just when a viral cold started to spread in school, she died heroically.

The heavy snow outside seemed to foreshadow the endlessness of this winter. The iron bed in the hospital was so cold that it could not be warmed up. The northwest wind was whistling against the window, and Xiaobao was receiving an IV with a flushed face.

The other three were already in a state of disgrace.

Old Lady Song had no experience. Before, Wei Qian was the one who took care of everything, such as registration, taking the little girl for checkups, blood tests, and hospitalization procedures. She had no say and didn't understand. She had always acted like a firecracker in front of Wei Qian, almost representing the highest fighting power of the majority of middle-aged and elderly women in rural areas, but now she seemed helpless and fragile.

Her somewhat cloudy eyes always turned restlessly with the occasional doctors and nurses coming and going. She sat on a bench in the corridor waiting, not caring that she was soaked by the melting snow, and only dared to sit close to the edge. Every time someone approached her inadvertently, she would stand up suddenly like a primary school student who had made a mistake, and rub her palms unconsciously on the wet trouser legs, revealing the backs of her hands that were rough and cracked due to lack of care.

Wei Qian settled Song Xiaobao down. It was already late. He looked at the old man and the child who followed him, put on his coat and left the hospital. He bought two bowls of hot noodle soup from a nearby small restaurant that was about to close. He packed them up and brought them up. He condescended to put one bowl in front of Old Lady Song and pushed the rest to Xiaoyuan, saying in a low voice, "Eat."

Wei Zhiyuan: "Brother, you eat first."

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

Wei Qian waited for them to finish eating, then looked outside and saw that the snow had stopped at some point. He handed the umbrella to Wei Zhiyuan, thought for a moment, and took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into his pocket, "It's too late. You two should go back and call a taxi downstairs. You can also try the feeling of taking a taxi. You can use it for the rest of the family. The doctor said Xiaobao needs to stay in the hospital for a few days."

Wei Zhiyuan: "You're not going back?"

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

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

Wei Qian said in a gentle voice: "What can you do here? Don't look back, you've caught a cold too. Be obedient and go back."

Wei Zhiyuan remained silent stubbornly.

He really didn't want to be alone with the old woman, otherwise he wouldn't be so twisted. Wei Zhiyuan actually knew that his elder brother's nice voice could only last two and a half sentences at most. If it exceeded that, he would become impatient.

Sure enough, Wei Qian frowned and directly scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, go back, and don't cause trouble for me here!"

After scolding him, Wei Qian raised his hand and touched his hair. He found that it was dry, so he urged him, "Let's go. There is some isatis root at home. Go back and make some water for yourself."

Old Lady Song was standing aside. For the first time, she spoke to him in a weak tone: "Then I'll stay here. I'm old and don't sleep well..."

Wei Qian glanced at her and said bluntly, "You? What can you do?"

Old Lady Song: “…”

Wei Qian sneered, turned around, opened the door of the ward, and signaled them both to "get out".

Old Mrs. Song walked out hesitantly, but couldn't help turning back and saying to him, "Then... don't buy food outside tomorrow morning. I'll make it for you and bring it over..."

This time, Wei Qian didn't even raise his eyelids, his brows were cold, as if he automatically blocked out her words.

Wei Zhiyuan followed Old Lady Song dejectedly for a few steps.

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

Wei Zhiyuan immediately ran back as if he was called by the Lord.

Wei Qian bent down, almost close to Wei Zhiyuan's ear, and whispered to him: "Don't forget to ask the teacher for leave for your sister when you go back. These few days...be careful when you go out in the morning and evening, and try to walk with other classmates. If someone stops you, don't panic. Just tell them what they ask you. It doesn't matter. Tell them that I've been accompanying Xiaobao in the hospital. No one will embarrass you...If there is anything at home, just come to the hospital to find me. Don't call me. I don't turn on my phone."

Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him in surprise. Wei Qian's gaze seemed particularly deep in the poorly lit corridor. His eyes were cold and calm, and there seemed to be a dark light flowing in them.

"Besides that, you know nothing. Remember?"

Wei Zhiyuan nodded.

The corners of Wei Qian's thin mouth slightly raised, revealing a vague smile in the backlight.

"Xiaobao, it's okay. It hasn't turned into pneumonia yet. It's just a viral cold. She will be fine in a week." Wei Qian said, "She got sick at a very strange time..."

Later, Wei Zhiyuan recalled that it was from that night that his brother ended the fight with his grandmother and eased the relationship, even to the point where they shook hands and made peace... Oh, later he, like Xiaobao, called Old Lady Song grandma.

So many things happened that night, and it seemed like a miraculous turn of fate for all of them. However, Wei Qian's vague whispers always made Wei Zhiyuan believe that sometimes those seemingly miraculous destinies could actually be man-made if you dig deeper into the problem.

Xiaobao's illness was just as the doctor said, coming and going quickly. The next morning, her high fever had turned into a low fever. Old Mrs. Song came early in the morning as promised, bringing egg custard for Xiaobao and tea eggs and lean meat porridge for Wei Qian.

The tea eggs were probably boiled overnight, so they were full of flavor.

Wei Qian took it and ate it in big mouthfuls without hesitation. He found that this old man was not good at other things but was quite good at cooking.

Xiaobao ate something, forced himself to say a few words to his grandmother, and then fell asleep again. Old Mrs. Song sat on the side with a stiff look on her face. She tried to talk to Wei Qian several times, but Wei Qian didn't appreciate it and was too lazy to give her face. He kept ignoring her and reading an old magazine with missing pages over and over again.

Old Mrs. Song was a little worried. The two were silent for a while. She finally stood up and said softly, "Brother, then you...then what do you want to eat for lunch? I'll go home and make it."

Wei Qian sneered in ignorance: "Just take care of your granddaughter. I don't need you. I'm afraid you'll poison me with rat poison."

Old Mrs. Song frowned and looked like she wanted to curse again, but she moved her lips and finally held it back. She turned and left without saying a word. At noon, she still endured the humiliation and brought Wei Qian's meal.

She prepared three meals a day and sent them to him, in different styles with obvious flattery, basically making whatever the man liked to eat. By the third day, Wei Qian finally gave in a little, and although he didn't really buy into the food as usual, at least he stopped being sarcastic - he shut up and said no more good or bad words.

As soon as Old Lady Song left, Fatty San came.

Sanpang brought some fresh fruit to Song Xiaobao, teased her absentmindedly, then pulled Wei Qian's clothes and whispered, "Qian'er, come out, Third Brother has something to tell you."

Sanpang had a solemn expression, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his round face seemed to have shrunk a little, almost turning into a pancake shape.

Wei Qian gave Xiao Bao a few instructions, then went outside with San Pang, and found a corner where no one was. San Pang grabbed Wei Qian by the collar and said, "Why don't you turn on your phone? Do you know what happened outside? You..."

Wei Qian grabbed his hand, freed himself from his collar, and said calmly, "The sky won't fall."

Sanpang: "Fuck, you're still acting like a god at this hour, Le Xiaodong is in trouble!"

Wei Qian looked at him expressionlessly.

"The night before yesterday, the day you sent Xiaobao to the hospital, Le Xiaodong and his friends were stopped on the way after drinking. It was said that his Cadillac was knocked over by someone stretching his back... At that time, all his brothers were furious and started fighting with the other party in the street. It was in the downtown area. They were a bunch of unscrupulous bastards and alerted the police in the blink of an eye. The city had just said that it would focus on cracking down on gangs, and now they ran into trouble. Do you think they are stupid..."

Sanpang talked a lot, but Wei Qian suddenly interrupted him.

Wei Qian's voice was suppressed in his throat, as low as a whisper, his youthful voice had faded away, and it was low like some kind of gloomy piano sound, as if carrying some kind of echo.

Wei Qian asked: "Is Le Xiaodong dead?"

Sanpang was stunned for two seconds, then looked at Wei Qian in disbelief. After a long while, he asked stupidly, "No, you...you knew it a long time ago?"

Wei Qian gave a sarcastic and pointed smile, looking extremely handsome.

Sanpang thought about it in his mind and immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "What role did you play in this? Are you looking for death, Wei Qian? Are people like Le Xiaodong something that small fry like us can do anything to? You..."

Wei Qian raised an index finger to his lips.

He approached Sanpang, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and whispered, "San Ge, you are right. I am just a small fish, not a big player. I left before I finished my meal. I didn't know when he would leave, nor which way he would go. Do you think Brother Le would be ambushed if he moved to a new place every night? It's too bizarre."

Sanpang's stunned expression looked as if he had just been abducted by aliens.

"But knowing that he's dead, I feel relieved." Wei Qian held his chin with one hand, rubbed his slightly bearded face with his fingers, and walked out with the cigarette box. Smoking was not allowed in the hospital, and he was almost suffocating these days.

In that major drug trafficking case, not only scapegoats like Ma Zi were involved, but also the real Big Head and Old Cannon. Brother Le stayed out of it, and even outsiders could see what was going on, not to mention the people involved.

Le Xiaodong is just like Yuan Datou back then. He was busy making trouble and biting Duan Qirui. As a result, people all over the country unanimously agreed that it was he who assassinated Song Jiaoren.

The same goes for Le Xiaodong. As a short-sighted conspirator, when things happen, he doesn't think about how to take charge of the overall situation. He tries to get himself out of it first, and his way of doing it is not very clever.

Wei Qian knew that since that incident, countless eyes had been staring at Le Xiaodong - because someone had once looked for him, and as Le Xiaodong's most popular thug, he also had a close personal relationship with the deceased Ma Zi, so his position was delicate.

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

If it weren’t for the loyal and foolish little brother, who would send their Brother Le to hell?

Le Xiaodong is born in the year of the dragon. Although at least one twelfth of the world's population shares this zodiac sign, he believes that his zodiac sign is unique and has an imperial aura.

He celebrated the Dragon Raising Day on February 2 as a festival every year, and he would definitely hold a grand banquet for his guests. Before leaving, Wei Qian prepared Le Ge's favorite car - Le Xiaodong owned several luxury cars, but he liked the Cadillac the most from the bottom of his heart, not for any other reason, but because this car had appeared in a skit on CCTV, and people all over China knew it and knew how expensive it was.

...and these four words appear high-end and fashionable.

Wei Qian's flattery was very satisfying, and Brother Le was very satisfied at that time.

Le Xiaodong has many places to stay, determined to have three burrows, so no one can find him. Every time he gets on the bus, he decides where to go on the spur of the moment, and he thinks it is impossible for others to predict his itinerary in advance.

Unfortunately, one year his wife went shopping in Northern Europe and brought him an expensive watch. Regardless of whether it was early spring or not, Le Xiaodong insisted on wearing short sleeves in order to show his watch. That time, Wei Qian knew that he would take that route tonight.

Le Xiaodong drank the wine with great pride and entertained his guests like a local emperor. His thoughtful subordinates prepared a local emperor's car for him. He was drunk and he would feel very uncomfortable if he didn't go to the square in the city center to take a ride and show off his car.

After a round trip from the square, it just connects to the viaduct to the north city. Le Xiaodong has a single-family house of more than 900 square meters in the north city, which is the king of the villas in that area. He keeps three strange mistresses who can live peacefully with each other. One of them just called Le Xiaodong to "wishes for his birthday" under the guidance of a "careful person". She deliberately said that "Dragon Raising its Head" is his birthday to please him, and wished Le Xiaodong a happy birthday. It's on the way. If he doesn't go to see his "three palaces", how uncomfortable he will feel.

Oh, by the way, Le Xiaodong never drives and never sits on the passenger seat. He thinks the front two seats in the car lower his value.

So just hit from behind.

People who are too extroverted are more suitable to be a small figure, because they are destined not to go too far and they usually die inexplicably along the way.