Wei Qian was afraid that "Dog Ghost Hero" would suffer in agony if he did not die thoroughly, so he considerately hit the dog's head a few more times with the brick until the dog's head was smashed to pieces. Then he threw the brick down with a heavy breath and smeared the dog's blood on the wall.

Only then did he have the chance to look up at the little brat who had caused him so much trouble, but the ungrateful little bastard had actually snatched the bucket of cans while he was beating the dog, held it in his arms, and began to devour it.

Perhaps Wei Qian's eyes were too murderous, the little boy shivered noticeably, looked at Wei Qian with his big black eyes, and a line of canned soup accidentally flowed down the corner of his mouth. He immediately reached out to catch it in fear and licked his hand clean.

Wei Qian's rage grew even stronger, and he wished he could step on the brat's head and make him lick his shoes to his heart's content.

Seeing his terrifying look, the little guy thought he was going to steal his can, so he immediately became alert, hugged the can tightly, stood up, leaned against the corner, and put on a heroic posture of defending his territory to the death.

Wei Qian immediately became discouraged again, thinking why should he bother with such a small thing?

He then spat on the ground in boredom and turned away.

While waiting for the results, Wei Qian did not waste his precious vacation. During the day, he went to a stall with Ma Zi San Pang to sell pornographic videotapes. At night, he found a job in a billiard hall and earned ten yuan a day as a watchman's fee.

He found that the kid he met that day seemed to have made his home in the garbage-filled alley. Every time Wei Qian went out, he could see him looking for his dinner in the garbage dump.

When Wei Qian passed by, if he was in a good mood, he would occasionally throw a steamed bun to the little kid.

Wei Qian has always hated his biological parents. Children first learn how to interact with other people in the world from their interactions with their parents, so it is difficult for him not to hate society. His love is more limited than the spring rain in the north. The reason why he occasionally looks at the little guy differently is that he has observed this child.

He found that the little boy had all his arms and legs intact, without any physical disabilities. Not only was his intelligence fine, it might even be better than that of ordinary children. His appearance could not tell, but his eyes were black and bright, so he should not be that bad. If his parents had really died and there was no one to take care of him, he should be sent to a social welfare home. At his age and conditions, he would definitely be sought after for adoption.

The little boy was wandering outside. Wei Qian guessed that either he had a guardian, but the guardian abused him and he ran away on his own, or he was abducted since he was a child and finally escaped.

No matter which one it is, it's all escape. It's because others treat them badly and they can't live anymore, so they escape. Wei Qian understands that feeling, and he even feels a little sympathy for them.

Of course, even though they shared the same pain, Wei Qian would only feel pity for the little thing when he was in a good mood occasionally. Most of the time, he managed to keep his cold and sarcastic heart.

However, even these few sporadic acts of kindness on his part actually brought him into trouble.

That day, Wei Qian's high school entrance examination results came out. He did well, 20 points higher than the admission score of the best high school in the city, and was ranked in the top ten in the district. If it were someone else, the parents would probably treat everyone to a meal, but Wei Qian didn't have anyone to treat, so he didn't buy steamed buns for dinner, but bought a bag of meat buns, as a way of celebrating.

Wei Qian thought he should be happy, but he wasn't. His heart seemed to be blocked by two huge stones. One stone was the high cost of going to high school, and the other was his depression that no one could talk to him no matter how good and outstanding he was.

He tried hard to ignore those things, and ended up in a very strange state—his brain was hot, but his heart was cold.

As he passed by, he threw a meat bun to the little boy next to the garbage dump, and thought to himself: This is like throwing a meat bun at a dog, it's gone and never comes back.

Unexpectedly, the little guy did not let his bun go without returning. He stuffed the bun into his stomach in a few bites, and then chased after him with both the man and the bun.

Just like a little stray cat, he will stick to whoever feeds him a piece of sausage.

Wei Qian looked back in surprise, thinking something terrible was happening, buy one get one free!

He was already upset and was getting impatient with being followed. He turned back several times to curse fiercely. He also pushed the little boy, making him squat on his butt, and even pretended to hit him. But the other party still followed him relentlessly and followed him all the way to their home.

Wei Qian's house originally belonged to his grandfather, who was the father of his dead mother. His grandfather was angered to death by his mother, so the house belonged to Wei Qian's mother. Now she is dead, and the house was passed to him. It has been quite a few years.

The old tube-shaped building is a typical urban shantytown. There is a garbage dump downstairs and it is a mess. The quality and economic ability of the neighbors are generally below average, and many people living here are not very friendly.

Righteous and selfish, warm-hearted and unfriendly, they coexist seamlessly with the poverty and backwardness of this residential area in an eerie harmony.

For example, the single old lady who lived opposite was rather unfriendly. Every time she saw Wei Qian, she would start rolling her eyes from a distance, then slam the door as if she had seen something dirty, and sometimes she would deliberately throw garbage at his doorstep.

At first, Wei Qian was too lazy to argue with her. He was a grown-up kid raising a small child, and it was already hard enough for him to worry every day, so he was too lazy to pay attention to these trivial matters.

Besides, why should the poor make things difficult for the poor?

Later, Wei Qian understood that the poor can only make things difficult for the poor, and will only make things difficult for the poor. Otherwise, what else can they do?

His mother is a bitch and he is the son of a bitch. Logically, the old lady's curse is actually correct.

But today is different.

He did nothing wrong. Even from a traditional perspective, he was better than anyone else. Why was he the only one who had such a hard life?

His outstanding high school entrance examination results pulled his upper body into another world, while his lower body was still sinking in the boundless swamp. It allowed him to see the boundless world, but also made it impossible for him to break free from his inherent identity and class.

Even if he was a pure-blooded social scum and hooligan like Sanpang and Mazi, he would not be so miserable.

Wei Qian's overheated brain and overcooled heart finally pushed him to a critical point. He lowered his eyes and stared at the smelly garbage in front of his house. Veins popped out on his arms. His eyebrows and eyes looked very much like his mother's, but they were not as beautiful as hers. The hatred and gloom that shrouded him all year round almost became his natural temperament. He was dazzlingly handsome, but also gloomy and oppressive.

The young boy Wei Qian squatted down silently and picked up the fruit peels and rotten leaves in front of his house bit by bit and threw them away.

The little boy who came back didn't know what was going on and just watched from the side.

Wei Qian walked two steps silently with the garbage in his hand, and suddenly he didn't want to do it anymore. He threw the garbage in his hand at the door opposite, turned around and roared at the boy: "What the hell 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 against the corner with his back, looking at him cautiously with his big eyes.

Wei Qian took a deep breath. He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. As an "adult", he didn't want to lose his composure in front of the brat.

However, at this moment, he found that he could not control himself, even his eyelids kept twitching... After all, he was not a real adult.

Wei Qian suddenly turned around without warning, picked up a large stone from the ground, and smashed it on the window of the old woman opposite with a bang. Broken glass fell to the ground with a "clatter", and a scream came from inside the house.

Wei Qian: "Listen to me, you old fool. I didn't bother with you before because you are in your seventies and eighties and don't have many years left to live. If you mess with me again, I will fucking wipe out your whole family!"

From the room came the old woman's fierce shouting and cursing. It was obvious that she didn't take this young boy seriously.

Without saying a word, Wei Qian turned around, picked up a kitchen knife from home, and kicked her door, breaking the door lock. Only a metal chain was left precariously connected. The young man took the kitchen knife and chopped hard on the door. His face was pale and his eyes were red, like a psychopathic murderer. He actually scared the cursing old woman into tears.

From then on, the old woman began to avoid Wei Qian and spread rumors that he was a murderer. However, the old woman never dared to curse in front of Wei Qian again, nor did she throw garbage at their doorstep again.

It seems that bullying the weak and fearing the strong is human nature.

But at that time, Master Wei's appearance like a ghost demanding death scared the old woman to tears, but failed to scare the little boy. The little boy still persisted in staying at the door of his house.

Wei Qian completed his intimidation and slammed his door in front of the little boy with a bang, locking him outside. The little boy wandered outside alone for a while. Finally, he bent down, picked up the remaining garbage at Wei Qian's door, packed it up and threw it away.

He even picked up a few twigs, tied them together, and swept the ground.

Then he curled up at the door like an unwanted puppy and slept like that all night.