Unfortunately, his proposal was rejected by Old Bear without a second thought.

Wei Qian: “Why?”

Old Bear said in his characteristic voice, "We have different values."

Wei Qian: “…”

At the same time he thought: Your mother.

Wei Qian asked, "Why didn't you mention that we had different values ​​when you hired me to run the store?"

Lao Xiong answered with reason and evidence: "That was an employment relationship. Now that you want to go with me and invest, we are in a partnership. I cannot have a partner whose values ​​do not match mine."

Wei Qian asked patiently: "No, what kind of values ​​do you want?"

Old Bear: "Asking this question shows that you simply cannot describe your three views in effective language. You don't even have the concept of that thing. Alas, pathetic secular people, without a guiding beacon in life, how muddled their lives must be!"

Wei Qian wanted to know which mental hospital director was so derelict in his duty as to let such a person out to harm society.

Lao Xiong looked at him calmly: "You must think I'm sick, that's because we have different values."

Wei Qian took a deep breath and patiently bargained with him for three hundred rounds.

The old bear was like a turtle eating a weight, and was determined not to take him with him. Wei Qian was eager to beat him up, but he didn't want to offend such a rich and stupid person, so he said from the bottom of his heart: "I will pay for my own food and drink. I can do hard labor and fight in groups. You can just treat it as hiring one more person. You don't have to pay for it. What's wrong with you taking me with you?"

Old Bear had been in a trance at first, turning a deaf ear to everything. But when he heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Wei Qian suspiciously: "Group fight? You know how to fight?"

Wei Qian: "Yes, second major."

The old bear looked at him, thought seriously for a minute, and nodded to his surprise: "Okay, as long as you can endure hardship, I'll take you with me."

Wei Qian was satisfied and got on his bike: "Okay, thank you, Boss Xiong."

Lao Xiong called him again: "Hey, we might leave in two days, is your school okay?"

Wei Qian said generously: "No problem, I won't read it anymore."

The old bear's fleshy face showed a little appreciative smile: "Although we have different values, I still have to say that I admire your courage to skip school and pursue your career. You are a real warrior."

Wei Qian, riding his bicycle, turned back from a distance and replied, "I've been admitted. I'll be in school in the fall."

Old Bear: “…”

After a moment, the deceived old bear began to curse behind Wei Qian in a long voice like an old woman: "Shameless admission party! You still want to mix in the ranks of the working people, you, you..."

Wei Qian rode away humming a tune.

In this way, Wei Qian began another suicidal journey in his life, valuing money over life.

This time, when Wei Qian left, he did not leave quietly.

Firstly, it was not a bad idea to follow Old Bear out to do some small business. Secondly, he had indeed grown two years older.

Putting himself in Kim Jong Un's shoes, Wei Qian thought that if he were Kim Jong Un, and suddenly received an inexplicable text message asking for help, and heard such horrifying truth, he would definitely go crazy.

The passing of time was not without traces. He began to realize that it was Ma Zi and the third brother who had always spoiled and indulged him, and now it was Old Lady Song who tolerated and cared for him. He also began to admit that he was full of bitterness and hatred, but in fact he had always been willful and reckless.

Ma Zi has no chance in this life, but there are two left, and he wants to be nice to them.

Before leaving, Wei Qian notified Old Lady Song and informed Sanpang, and finally ran to Mazi's house, said goodbye to Mazi's mother, and left her a thousand yuan, coaxing her by saying that it was sent back by Mazi.

Didn't tell the kids.

There is no need, and after the last trip to the south, Wei Qian was almost afraid of Wei Zhiyuan.

The boy is not small in stature, but he is always clingy and never seems to grow up.

It was summer vacation two years ago, and this time Wei Qian was afraid that he would not even go to school, so he just quit and left with him - Wei Zhiyuan would definitely do such a thing.

However, Wei Zhiyuan still noticed some clues.

It all started the night before Wei Qian was leaving. In order to prepare for a long journey, he bought a pack of common medicines. As soon as he got home and put them down, Ma Zi's mother pushed a wheelchair out and called him downstairs, saying that the TV was broken.

Wei Qian hurried over to help her fix it and forgot about it.

When he came back, he found Wei Zhiyuan sitting in a chair, carefully studying the types of medicine.

Wei Zhiyuan opened his mouth and asked: "Brother, where are you going?"

Wei Qian himself didn't know why, but when he heard this question, his hair stood on end. He almost felt a kind of panic of being caught cheating. His tongue got tied and he stuttered before reporting to their little ancestor in a deceitful way: "Where, where? Where to? Nowhere! Oh, it's almost summer, and people are prone to heatstroke and colds, so I'm going to go in advance."

Wei Zhiyuan silently looked up at him, without saying a word, and put the plastic bag containing the medicine back to its original place. He clearly saw a packet of medicine to prevent motion sickness and several oral glucose tablets in it.

Old Lady Song was told by Wei Qian not to tell the two children, fearing that they would be distracted, especially afraid that Wei Zhiyuan would not study hard. She came out of the kitchen with food, caught a glimpse of this scene, and hurriedly said, "I asked your brother to buy it, he is not going anywhere. This child is really imaginative. Hurry up and get the chopsticks, we are going to eat."

She lied in a tone that sounded like a Sha Jia Bang. How could Wei Zhiyuan not hear it?

He looked back again and saw several plates of dumplings on the dining table - well, the dumplings were for fun and the noodles were for welcoming guests. She still respected tradition quite a bit.

Wei Qian had nothing to say to the old man who kept stabbing him in the face. He had seen through her. If he asked her to spread the gossip, she would have to promise to be worthy of the organization. If he asked her to keep the secret, she would be asking for trouble.

Since ancient times, Old Lady Song has had only one way to keep secrets: fearing that others don’t know.

Wei Zhiyuan was not a gentle person, but he also never learned to lose his temper. Due to his natural character, no matter how turbulent his heart was, he would never vent it by making a loud noise. He would only express his extreme disappointment and grievance with silent expressions and eyes.

He had already heard what his elder brother was going to do, and grandma knew it.

And they all regarded him as an ignorant child...even though he no longer acted crazy and foolishly to chase and play with Xiaobao, and no longer pretended to be innocent and acted coquettishly, even though he was running all the way towards the standards of adults in wind and rain, and did not dare to stop for a moment.

As a boy of thirteen or fourteen, the restlessness of puberty and the rapid physical and mental changes made Wei Zhiyuan increasingly unable to tolerate his elder brother's attitude towards him. He had no way to vent his anger, so he had to suppress it like an underground fire under the volcano that was brewing in his heart.

Before going to bed at night, Wei Zhiyuan took out a notice and handed it to Wei Qian: "Can you sign it for me?"

When he said this, it was as if he was handing in a letter of apology. He lowered his head and looked at his toes without raising his eyelids, with a cold expression.

Wei Qian glanced at it and said, "Summer camp? What summer camp?"

Wei Zhiyuan said coldly, "Our school organized a selection competition for the Mathematical Olympiad a while ago, and I was selected. I was sent to participate in training during the summer vacation... Oh, those who have participated in the training can directly enter the key class of the junior high school department of our school."

If it were any other child, they would have happily shown off to the adults, but Wei Zhiyuan seemed to just want Wei Qian to sign as the guardian, with a tense face and no joy at all.

He couldn't be happy. No matter what, he was powerless in front of his elder brother.

But his young guardian was very surprised - especially when he saw the notice that only one student from the whole school would be selected for each subject, Wei Qian felt very proud and couldn't help but smile. However, he then felt that he shouldn't show his joy too much, lest he make the child proud and complacent, so he coughed dryly, forced the corners of his mouth to flatten, signed, and said seriously: "Since you are going, study hard. The school teachers let you go because they think highly of you. Don't make a fool of yourself when the time comes."

Wei Zhiyuan lowered his head and nodded submissively.

Wei Qian touched his trouser pocket, then remembered something, opened the locked small drawer, took out some money and put it in an envelope. When he did this, he was in such a good mood that he knocked over a bottle of toilet water that Xiaobao had placed on the table. Although he quickly picked it up, some money still got on his wrist.

Wei Qian tore off a piece of paper to wipe his wrists, then handed the envelope to Wei Zhiyuan: "I'll leave this outside for you. If you want to move out, don't feel wronged when eating and drinking outside."

After saying that, he raised his hand and rubbed Wei Zhiyuan's hair.

There was still a scent of toilet water mixed with alcohol on his wrists, and his fingers were slender and strong. Wei Zhiyuan suddenly felt as if an electric current rushed into his brain, and he couldn't help blushing.

After blushing, he began to feel an inexplicable mixture of shame and anger in his heart, the feeling was indescribable.

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly called out: "Brother..."

Wei Qian turned around and looked at him.

Wei Zhiyuan wanted to tell his brother that from now on, he had his own way to go and his own direction to grow up. He would no longer cling to his elder brother like Zuo Sizi, and he would never follow in his elder brother's footsteps desperately like he did two years ago, traveling thousands of miles and risking everything to be a burden.

He will become a Wei Zhiyuan who stands tall and proud, rather than a follower who is at a loss as to what to do.

However, facing Wei Qian's happy and restrained expression, the words that were on the tip of Wei Zhiyuan's tongue rolled around in his throat for a few times, and then rolled back to where they came from, scattering into a stomach full of silence.

He shook his head silently, and didn't want to say anything else.

The next day, Wei Qian watched Wei Zhiyuan ride his bicycle and take Xiaobao to school. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, packed his luggage and went out to meet Lao Xiong and the others.

Wearing big sunglasses and a sun hat, chewing gum, Lao Xiong instructed Wei Qian before leaving: "I can take you, but let's be frank, the railway over there hasn't been repaired yet. We have to drive in. We don't know where we're going. The flat areas are at high altitudes, and the roads are difficult to travel in areas with lower altitudes, especially mountain roads. Every year, a large number of wronged ghosts overturn their cars and fall down the mountain and end up hanging on the walls. We can't come back until the end of July at the earliest. That's too much suffering for a human being. Are you sure you want to come with me?"

Wei Qian nodded without hesitation.

Old Bear shook his head and sighed, and was about to continue his long speech at the speed of a hypnotic story, but was interrupted by Wei Qian who could no longer bear it.

Wei Qian: "Boss Xiong, listening to you speak always reminds me of a poem."

The old bear looked at him.

Wei Qian said: "I sew my clothes tightly before leaving, fearing that I will be late in returning."

Wearing his sunglasses, Lao Xiong thought for a long time. It was not until the car drove into the city that he suddenly woke up and asked, "No, that's not right. You were talking about my grandmother, right? You idiot."

Wei Qian knew that he was uneducated, but he didn't know he was so uneducated. What amazed him even more was that he was so uneducated, yet he had the audacity to pretend to be cultured... This person was truly extraordinary and hard to describe.

Wei Qian followed Lao Xiong and disappeared quietly for several months. At first, he would occasionally call to report his safety, but later there was no news at all.

During this period, Song Xiaobao mentioned it several times, but Wei Zhiyuan didn't mention it at all. Old Mrs. Song suspected that this hot-tempered child was holding it in his heart.

Wei Zhiyuan slept alone in the empty big bed. He had to stay up until after midnight every night. He would turn his used homework books into calculation papers and fill every corner with writing. He could finish an entire thick book in three or four days.

Old Mrs. Song looked at the calculation processes that she could not understand, but she was reluctant to sell them, so she kept them as a treasure and used them as a tool to educate Song Xiaobao as part of her daily routine.

Song Xiaobao was brutally tortured because her kind grandmother only said one thing to her: "Look at others, and then look at yourself."

Song Xiaobao muttered without much ambition: "I am just an average student."

"Average students," Grandma hit her on the head with chopsticks, coming to an unfounded conclusion, "average students are a disgrace!"

She couldn't even understand the subtitles at the bottom of the news broadcast when interviewing foreigners. She couldn't read a single word, and yet she had the audacity to comment on average students...

Being an average student is good, it’s not the last one!

Song Xiaobao felt that his grandmother knew nothing and her explanation didn't make any sense at all.

The eldest brother threatened to cut her hair, the second brother was that damn "other person", and grandma became a chatterbox. Song Xiaobao felt that she was just a picked-up bitter vegetable in this family, and nothing she did was right.

Soon, summer came, and there was still no news from Wei Qian.

That day, Wei Zhiyuan went to take part in a mock exam at school and did not go to class. He went home early. His grandmother asked him to buy 20 kilograms of rice, so Wei Zhiyuan rode his bike there. Halfway through, he passed by a community activity center. Wei Zhiyuan was riding past it casually, but somehow, he suddenly braked.

There was a large platform in the activity center. Probably because Children's Day was approaching, a person who looked like a teacher was leading several children around eight or nine years old to rehearse a program inside. Of course, there was nothing interesting to see children rehearsing a children's program. Wei Zhiyuan's eyes fell on a man.

The man was in his early forties, but his back was hunched, he had an unshaved beard on his face, and he was wearing dirty clothes, looking very wretched.

The man was sitting on a public bench, staring intently at a few children who were jumping and dancing to the music in the venue.

His eyes almost became material, and they were barely touching the children.

Even if this guy turned into ashes, Wei Zhiyuan would recognize him - this was the perverted pedophile who he had once beaten away with a steel pipe.

Wei Qian had been looking for this person at the time, but unfortunately he never found him. Unexpectedly, he ran into Wei Zhiyuan's hands so unexpectedly.

Wei Zhiyuan pushed the cart and hid behind a corner, like a little leopard that was hunting for the first time but was extremely patient, observing the man from behind while the oriole stalked the cicada.

After waiting for more than an hour, the children finally finished their rehearsal. Wei Zhiyuan noticed that when several children came out of the iron gate of the community activity center in a noisy manner, the pervert couldn't help but stand up.

Unfortunately, the accompanying female teacher followed him all the way, so he didn't find a chance to take action.

The man stared for a long time with his mouth salivating, like a goose with its neck pinched. Only when the children had disappeared did he turn around, panting heavily, with a bulge in his crotch.

There were not many people on the street at that time, so the man put his hand on his crotch without hesitation and rubbed it as he walked.

He staggered in another direction. Wei Zhiyuan hesitated for only a second before locking the car on the side of the road and quietly followed him.

The primary school nearby is a branch of a public primary school that has just been established here. It is located in a relatively remote area. Wei Zhiyuan guessed that this might be the reason why the perverts started to come here.

Wei Zhiyuan followed him for nearly forty minutes before he saw the man walk into a meat processing factory.

Then Wei Zhiyuan remained calm, returned the same way, bought rice and went home. After arriving home, he said nothing. As usual, he and Song Xiaobao washed the dishes one by one, cleaned the kitchen by one, and then did their homework in their respective rooms.

Old Mrs. Song gave some instructions and went out to do her work again.

Wei Zhiyuan reviewed his lessons and read part of the Olympiad mathematics book given to him by his teacher. The room was so quiet that even the ticking of the clock could be heard. After doing all this, Wei Zhiyuan raised his eyes and glanced at Xiaobao's closed door. His dark eyes were like thick ink dots.

Then he pulled out a new notebook and wrote down the date and the address of the meat processing plant.