The next day, when Wei Qian went out, he saw that the little boy was still there. He had a big head and thin limbs, and he had shrunk into a round ball.

Wei Qian was nearly tripped by the ragged guy.

After a night, the anger in his heart had mostly subsided. Wei Qian looked down at the little thing that had curled into a ball helplessly, wondering what this kid was thinking.

Wei Qian felt that he was emitting the light of revenge on society, neither the light of Buddha nor the infinite heavenly master. Looking back, it seemed that he had never given the other party a good face.

Wei Qian didn't understand what this little creature, who seemed to be ready to fight at any time, saw in him. It actually let down its guard so easily and even depended on him.

Fortunately it was summer. If it was winter, the little boy would have been frozen to death if he had to sleep outdoors for a night in the north.

Such a tiny thing, standing up and looking almost as big as Xiaobao, Wei Qian couldn't really go home and take out a kitchen knife to kill him, so he poked the ball under his feet with his toes: "Hey, hey, hey, get up, don't sleep here, do you hear me? Our house isn't open yet, why are you sleeping here?"

The dirty coal ball raised his head sleepily, and when he saw Wei Qian, he immediately became energetic and looked at him expectantly, just like a stumbling little kitten, with the tip of its tail trembling, but still trying hard to get under people's feet, trying to show how well-behaved and harmless it is, and asking to be adopted.

Anyone who saw this would feel sorry for him. It was a pity that he had to meet such a heartless person like Wei Qian.

Wei Qian had no sympathy and would do anything to bully people. He decisively ignored his pitiful look and locked the door without saying a word. He bent down, picked up the boy's thin arm, and carried him downstairs. Then he threw him onto the neglected grass and said bluntly, "Don't bother with me. Get out of here."

The boy fell in the weeds and watched him walk away like a villain without looking back.

The little boy took a long time to get up. He looked up at the dilapidated tube building which was very tall to him. After a moment, he lowered his head. The toes of his bare feet were tangled together. He felt extremely disappointed.

This little fellow was indeed a child who had been abducted and sold - Wei Qian was cruel and vicious, and he was right.

He was too young when he was stolen and he could not remember the whole story. The trafficker kept him for a few months and then sold him to a farmer in a very remote area.

It doesn’t matter. He is still a son no matter who he is. He even enjoyed the life of an only child for two years.

Unexpectedly, in the third year, his adoptive mother, who had been diagnosed as infertile by the village doctor, miraculously became pregnant. A year later, she gave birth to a healthy and fat boy.

From then on, the boy seemed redundant in his adoptive parents' home, and his life went from bad to worse.

That day, when the boy was washing dishes in the cold well water, his fingers were numb from the cold and he accidentally broke a bowl, which angered his adoptive father who came home drunk.

His adoptive father stripped him of his clothes and made him stand in the middle of a freezing yard in the dead of winter.

The boy felt like he was going to freeze to death, and finally, he made a decision that was surprisingly bold for someone his age - he ran away.

The little boy stole some adult clothes, put them on casually, then climbed over the wall with the help of a ladder at night. He quietly hid in a truck that was transporting winter cabbage to the city, and was taken to a city.

From then on, he became a little wanderer.

Such an unattended little boy is easy to be targeted. During this period, the boy was almost abducted again several times. Some people tried to sell him, some tried to make him a thief, and two people discussed selling his organs - the boy overheard it when he was peeing in the middle of the night and ran away overnight.

The fact that he has lived to this age and has managed to escape successfully every time is simply a miracle, and he has become a semi-escape expert.

He secretly rode on trains, changed several cities in succession, met all kinds of people, and occasionally someone tried to talk to him, he pretended to be dumb and couldn't speak, and quickly tried to find a way to escape. Maybe there were really kind people among them, but unfortunately the boy didn't dare to let his guard down - it would be fine if he was sold wholesale, but he was more afraid of those who planned to cut open his stomach and take out his body parts one by one to sell them retail.

However, even though he had to sleep in the open and suffer from hunger and starvation, he still instinctively envied those who had a house to live in and a home.

The little guy hasn't known what home is for a long time, but he can't have a home because he is afraid of contact with anyone.

In the eyes of the little boy, there seemed to be only two kinds of people in the world. One kind of people thought he was dirty, so they walked around him from a distance and even threw stones at him. The other kind of people were kind to him, but actually wanted to sell him out.

Until he met such a unique person.

He had heard others call him "Qian'er" using the local erhua pronunciation. This person had helped him drive away a big wild dog and had given him food, but he would just throw the food away and walk away without ever saying a word to him.

Of course, more often than not, this person would turn a blind eye to him.

Wei Qian's indifference and lack of communication made the boy feel safe, and at the same time, his occasional acts of charity made the boy feel a rare touch of warmth.

The little boy actually kept moving to different places, but in order to secretly watch this person every day, he had unknowingly lived in this alley for several months.

During these months, the little boy, through careful observation and prudent reasoning, used his malnourished brain due to always not having enough to eat to come to a conclusion - this older brother was a good person.

This was the first time in his wandering career that he involuntarily felt the desire to contact others... But to his disappointment, when he stretched out his tentacles and tried to touch someone, the bastard who was suspected to be a "good guy" didn't seem to want to adopt him.

The boy was disappointed and sad. He wandered there for a while, wondering whether he should give up.

Before he could figure out the answer, it started raining, and the boy had no choice but to hide back in the corridor.

The heavy rain did not stop until the evening. Sanpang's mother came downstairs at noon to heat up Xiaobao's meal. When she saw the little boy curled up in the corridor, she was surprised and bent down to look at him carefully: "Hey, whose child is this?"

The boy immediately raised his head fiercely like a little wild animal with its fur standing on end. His whole body was tense, as if he was ready to rush up and bite her at any time. His fierce eyes frightened Sanpang's mother so much that she took a half step back: "Oh, this little beggar is crazy!"

Sanpang's mother was afraid of getting into trouble, so she looked at the little boy warily, quickly opened the door with the key left by Wei Qian, and walked into the house in two steps.

In the evening, Wei Qian came back from school and did some odd jobs. When he looked down, he saw the little ball in the corner, and his face immediately looked unhappy.

He strode over and wanted to throw the bad boy out again. When the little boy saw him coming, he thought he was going to be beaten, so he retreated to the corner in fear and took a defensive posture.

Wei Qian felt oddly satisfied that the little boy was also afraid. The middle school boy snorted coldly, raised his head to glance at the rain outside the window, turned around and went into the house, actually letting the little boy go.

It is hot and humid in the summer, so Wei Qian usually only closes the security door with a layer of screen, and does not close the main door to allow ventilation in the room.

When Xiaobao saw a kid outside, he asked in a baby voice, "Brother, who is that person outside? He's so embarrassing, he's not even wearing pants."

Wei Qian said, "Just play your game, mind your own business."

After a while, Xiaobao said again: "Brother, he always comes to our house."

Wei Qian walked over, stood at the door and yelled at the boy fiercely: "Get away from me!"

The boy was startled by him and took a few steps back hesitantly.

But when he came out of the kitchen with the dishes, he saw Xiaobao squatting at the door, looking outside and saying, "Brother, he is still looking at our house, please let him in."

This time Wei Qian was too lazy to even scare her. He simply ignored her, put the dishes on the table, then walked over, raised his hand and slammed the door, completely blocking out the two envious prying eyes outside.

Let him in? Wei Qian thought to himself, if he were a millionaire, he would like to raise eight or ten of these kids, and let them line up and count their names every morning.

But is he?

He was just a poor little gangster who didn't even know where to get the 400 yuan tuition for the new semester!

Unfortunately, girls are extroverts, and this little girl Song Xiaobao is simply a worthless thing. It has only been two days since she took off her diaper, but she has already learned to turn her elbows outward.

Within two days, when Wei Qian came home, he found that Xiaobao had already brought the kid into the house.

Wei Qian was afraid that the wild kid outside might have infectious diseases and parasites that would infect Xiaobao, so he immediately got angry at his sister, scaring the little girl into crying. He reached out and picked up the kid's vest, and threw him out again like a rag.

The little boy struggled in his hands, but failed, so he stared at him with his bright black eyes. Those eyes were like black stones in the mountains that had just been washed by rain. They were particularly eye-catching on the dirty little face whose facial features could not be seen clearly. They looked so wild, and full of resentment, loss, and vague pleading.

"You bastard." Wei Qian scolded him.

Xiaobao is really the kind of person who only remembers food but not beatings - mainly because Wei Qian never really beat her. Although he didn't express it much, in fact, he loved her so much that he never even touched a hair of hers. As a result, Comrade Song Xiaobao would forget about the scolding as soon as she put down her hand.

Less than three days later, she brought the kid back.

This ghost is still lingering, and this time, her cold and bad-tempered elder brother was finally enraged. Wei Qian reached out to grab the boy, but the boy sensed the danger and quickly jumped up to avoid it, making Wei Qian's raised slap in the air.

Wei Qian was furious and kicked him in the stomach. The boy was kicked hard and felt hurt, but he didn't cry out. He just groaned, knelt on the ground, stretched out his arms and hugged Wei Qian's legs.

Xiao Bao, the naughty child, finally gained some experience. She had never thought that the big brother she lived with day and night could be so violent. She was so scared that she burst into tears and howled, "Brother!"

The boy didn't know why, but when he heard this, his mind seemed to be moved. He had pretended to be dumb for more than a year, but now he spoke to Wei Qian without thinking. Although his voice was too hoarse to be that of a child and his pronunciation was very strange, Wei Qian still heard his words clearly. He imitated Xiaobao and said, "Brother!"

Wei Qian raised his foot to stomp hard, but suddenly he couldn't move.

What was he doing? Wei Qian wondered blankly, beating up such a kid? What was the difference between this and his bitch mother?

Finally, Wei Qian sighed, slowly retracted his feet, walked into the kitchen without saying a word, hastily prepared a pot of watery noodle soup, and brought it to the little boy: "Eat."

The boy didn't want to appear too useless, but unfortunately, this bowl of noodles was like a long-awaited rain for him. As soon as he smelled the fragrance, the word "successful" happily abandoned him and eloped with the other boy.

He almost buried his face in the bowl and ate it guzzlingly, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. He finished three bowls in a row and his stomach was full.

Wei Qian sat quietly beside him, and when he finished eating, he cleared the dishes and said to the boy, "Do you understand what I'm saying? Okay, I know you do."

Wei Qian shook off the dishwashing water on his hands, squatted down, and put his eyes level with the little thing.

"I can't afford to support you," he said, using almost all his patience. "You've come to the wrong place."

There was still some soup on the boy's mouth, and his eyes as bright as stars were staring at the boy in front of him.

Wei Qian gently pushed him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's go after you're full."

A minute later, the boy walked out of his home upright for the first time, instead of being thrown out violently by him.

For two or three days, Wei Qian didn't see the pestering little boy. Until the evening of the fourth day, when he dragged his tired body home and calculated how much money he still owed for tuition, he saw the little boy again at the door of his house.

This time Xiaobao didn't dare to open the door. The two children, one standing inside the door and the other standing outside the door, heard the footsteps, raised their heads together and looked at him eagerly.

The boy standing at the door was dragging a huge snakeskin bag in his hand, with a clanging sound inside. Wei Qian lowered his eyes and took a look, and found that it was a bag of bottle caps and cans.

"This can be sold for money." Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, the boy explained in a low voice. As if he was afraid that Wei Qian wouldn't believe him, he stretched out his dirty little hand, holding a two-yuan and fifty-cent note in his sweaty palm, "Really, I sold it."

Wei Qian remained silent.

Xiaobao called out softly at the right time: "Brother."

Wei Qian closed his eyes and thought, "What the hell is going on!"