When Song Xiaobao saw Wei Qian, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, with a kind of despair of "the end is near" appearing on his face.

Old Lady Song picked up a piece of paper on the ground, jumped three feet high and launched herself in front of Wei Qian, shouting at him at the top of her voice: "Look at this! It's outrageous! What kind of people are these? Oh, are all the people educated in your school such shameless people? Tell me who this is, and I'll go find him!"

Wei Qian took it and read it carefully, then he was immediately amused and confused.

What Old Lady Song handed over was undoubtedly a love letter.

As for how the illiterate old lady Song figured it out, that was all thanks to the maker of the love letter. He was very creative and filled a piece of A32 paper with drawings, which looked exactly like the "tabloid" template that primary school teachers often asked children to make.

At the very top was a huge title "To Song Xiaobao", and oddly enough it was circled with some crude hand-drawn thing resembling a vine, and highlighted with different colors using watercolor pens... Wei Qian didn't know if this person was trying to create the effect of a circle of neon lights.

In the lower left corner is a picture of a big peach heart pierced by an arrow, and on the right are two little figures, a man and a woman...

Old Lady Song pointed at the two little guys and jumped up and down like a hen with its feathers standing on end: "They're still kissing!"

Compared with its complicated form, the content of the love letter is very concise and easy to understand. The main text consists of only one line of words: Song Lili, you are a great beauty and I like you very much.

The whole cause and effect is explained clearly without any hesitation.

At the end, as if to show off his artistic accomplishment, the young man wrote two lines of ancient poems copied from somewhere in crooked "artistic words" outside the dazzling lace. He copied them without understanding them very well, which made people feel very confused.

On the left is "If you come back again, I will not forget where we were. I will pour a cup of wine on my grave" and on the right is "The end of the world may come, but this hatred will last forever."

Okay... this is the rhythm of life and death.

Wei Qian knew he should remain serious, but he couldn't help laughing. The corners of his mouth trembled for a long time between suppression and laughter, and he couldn't find the rhythm. He felt that from the visual effect, his expression was probably closer to a grin.

However, he then inevitably thought of the magazine he found in Xiaoyuan's room, and finally he was no longer in the mood to laugh at this love letter that was "full of poetry and youthful feelings."

He finally smiled bitterly, looked at Wei Zhiyuan with a sad look, and said to him: "Don't stand here and watch the fun, go do what you need to do. As for you..."

He turned to Old Lady Song.

Old Lady Song roared, "You do this every day in school! I think you'd better stop studying this!"

Wei Qian took a step back and sighed, "Can you please be quiet for a moment and stop yelling? You're spraying me in the face."

Old Lady Song also realized that the trajectory of her shell had deviated from the target route, and immediately turned to Song Xiaobao, who was hunching his neck and shoulders, and continued to roar: "No, you must give me an explanation today, do you want to study or find a partner!"

In fact, Xiaobao was very innocent this time. She didn't know who this brainless tabloid madman was. She had a backpack on her back and was pushed around in the school after school. Someone stuffed something into her bag when she wasn't paying attention. How could she notice it?

Although her vanity and curiosity made her a little surprised when she saw it, she thought that it was just normal to be surprised, and definitely not as extreme as her grandmother said.

However, even though grandma had beaten her with a broom, Xiaobao was still not afraid of the old lady. Instead, she was more afraid of her elder brother. She looked at Wei Qian's expression and explained in a low voice, "I didn't have it. I really don't know who put it in my bag."

Old Lady Song insisted: "This is definitely not the first time! No, I want to go to your school to find your teacher."

Song Xiaobao: "Oh grandma, I will be too ashamed to live in school if you do this!"

Old Lady Song's mouth opened and closed, just like the iron teeth of an Amazon piranha. She spoke so fast that people couldn't catch the movement of her lips: "You don't study hard and have nothing to do with your love life. Do you think you have the nerve to live like a human being? Let me tell you, Song Lili, this would have been a work style issue in the past. Work style issues are a big deal, don't you understand? If you act like a hooligan for no reason, the court will sentence you!"

Song Xiaobao was a little anxious: "I told you I didn't!"

Old Lady Song: "Then why don't you write for others but just for you? You must have problems yourself!"

Faced with the unreasonable grandma, Song Xiaobao had no choice but to yell and say something without thinking: "He is just a turtle looking at mung beans, how would I know!"

Old Lady Song keenly caught her mistake in the sentence: "Oh, you finally told the truth, right? Turtle and mung bean? They are in love with each other, right?"

Song Xiaobao; “…”

Whenever she wanted to quote allusions, idioms or allegorical sayings when speaking or writing, nine times out of ten they were irrelevant. She never thought it was a big deal and always made fun of herself by saying that it was a creative application. This time, she finally buried herself alive with her creativity.

Seeing that she had no intention of repenting, Old Lady Song rolled up her sleeves and decided to stop talking. Wei Qian then stepped forward calmly and said to her grandmother, "Don't you have to get up early tomorrow? Go to bed early, I'll tell her... Okay, it's not that serious. If you get high blood pressure again, you, come with me."

Thanks to Wei Zhiyuan, everything now seems less serious in Wei Qian's eyes.

Song Xiaobao took a hateful look at the troublesome tabloid in her elder brother's hand and decided that she should find out who the stupid author was and make sure to break off all ties with him.

Xiaobao walked into her eldest brother's bedroom, which was like the dean's office. As soon as she closed the door, she began to complain bitterly. She explained her entire day's schedule in a crackling manner, and made reasonable speculations about how this inexplicably embarrassing love letter was stuffed into her schoolbag. Finally, she swore to the heavens to make her position clear: "I really didn't fall in love prematurely! I really don't know what's going on here. Grandma is just wronging me!"

After saying that, she anxiously observed her eldest brother's reaction: "...Brother?"

Wei Qian kept his head down, as if listening to her, but Xiaobao knew him well enough to know that he couldn't be that patient. He didn't speak for a long while, so he was probably distracted.

Wei Qian was brought back to his senses by her call. He raised his head suddenly and blurted out, "The person who wrote this for you is a man?"

Xiao Bao thought there was something wrong with his ears, and couldn't help stretching his neck, and asked blankly: "Huh?"

Wei Qian: "Was it written to you by a male classmate?"

Xiaobao felt like he had entered the wrong channel and said inexplicably: "Then, then it should be, right? Otherwise?"

Wei Qian sadly discovered that he really didn't feel angry at all, and even had a vague sense of strange comfort of "Thank God, it's a boy."

He twirled his fingers, craving a cigarette again, and waved weakly at Song Xiaobao: "Alright, I get it, go ahead, if you don't have it, then don't. I believe you this time, and it won't happen again."

Song Xiaobao was released from prison after being pardoned. Before leaving, she noticed Wei Qian took out his cigarette case again. After a pause, she couldn't help but say, "Brother, the doctor told you to smoke less. He also said that your lungs have become like Fuqi Feipian."

Wei Qian said angrily, "Go away now, stop causing trouble, and letting me live two more years is better than anything else."

Wait...what do you mean by "you guys"?

Song Xiaobao's ears pricked up, and she felt as if she had heard some incredible inside information - could it be that her second brother, who was always gentle, respectful, frugal and modest, and a role model in inspirational textbooks, was also in trouble?

When she thought of this, she felt indescribably elated, and a kind of gloating pleasure arose in her heart.

After running away from home, Song Xiaobao has become more open-minded... or shameless. Seeing that his elder brother didn't pursue the matter, he soon became bright again after a little sunshine.

At this brilliant moment, the words in her heart were like the intestines of a bird, and she couldn't hold them in for too long.

The next day was Saturday. Xiaobao found a more professional dance teacher recommended by Mrs. Xiong and started to learn the dance quite seriously. So she had to catch the bus to the teacher early in the morning. She took Wei Zhiyuan's bicycle to the bus station.

On the way, Xiaobao happily packed up and sold her dear elder brother.

Song Xiaobao: "Second brother, what trouble have you gotten yourself into recently? Tell us so we can learn from each other, okay?"

Wei Zhiyuan realized that his spy from the king had come to report the situation, so he calmly prevaricated and changed the subject: "What can I do? Didn't my brother scold you last night?"

"Ahaha, not at all." Song Xiaobao was swaying in the back seat. "I was so scared last night that my legs were cramped, but you were so easy to talk to."

Then, without waiting for Wei Zhiyuan to ask, she consciously learned the cause and effect of the incident.

Finally, Song Xiaobao concluded his speech: "Actually, I felt that my brother was a little bit off yesterday. He was not in the right mood, and later he asked me a very funny question."

Wei Zhiyuan: "What did he ask you?"

Song Xiaobao: "He asked me if the person who wrote the love letter to me was a man. If not a man, then what was he? How fresh is this... Ouch!"

Wei Zhiyuan's handlebars shook and the bicycle turned directly into a pothole on the side of the road. Fortunately, he was an excellent rider and he stretched out his leg to support himself and rode out again. At least Song Xiaobao didn't fall in.

Song Xiaobao patted his chest and said with lingering fear: "I'm so scared. I'm so scared. What are you doing, second brother?"

Wei Zhiyuan stretched out his legs to prop up the bicycle and said simply, "We're here. The bus is coming. Let's go."

Song Xiaobao looked and saw that the bus she was supposed to take had arrived at the stop. Without waiting to find out anything else, she picked up her schoolbag and jumped off the bus, running away like a wild dog.

Wei Zhiyuan managed to maintain his composure, but his palms were already soaked with cold sweat.

He suddenly understood where his elder brother's abnormal behavior the day before came from, and he was so proud of himself that he even took the risk of kissing him!

So...did Big Brother feel it at that time or not?

Wei Zhiyuan felt his scalp tingling when he thought about the loophole he had left.

The question is how did Big Brother find out?

This is not right.

In the following days, Wei Zhiyuan dared not act rashly until a week later, when he received a notice from Mr. Zhang saying that the pre-sale certificate could be obtained within a month.

The three shareholders were going to make a stage-by-stage work summary soon. Wei Qian thought he was almost well enough and rushed out of town, and then Wei Zhiyuan found an opportunity.

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Wei Zhiyuan sneaked into Wei Qian's room alone, searched it from top to bottom, and finally found the fatal magazine in the bottom drawer.

As one of the few books he had ever opened, Wei Zhiyuan recognized it at a glance.

Wei Zhiyuan racked his brains but could not figure out how this thing had escaped his genocide-threatening carpet-style search. What was even more unbelievable was how it was such a coincidence that the thing he had searched his own territory for several times and failed to find just happened to fall into his brother's hands.

Wei Zhiyuan reset everything, and a sentence finally flashed through his mind, which was enough to describe his current mood -

Alas, this is God's will for our Chu State, not our fault for fighting!

Wei Qian left and didn't come back until he was about to submit his thesis. He came here in a hurry, submitted his thesis and defended it, and then ran away again.

And that time, even though he only came back for two days, he actually brought gifts for everyone.

You have to know that the word "gift" does not exist in Wei Qian's dictionary at all, so when Wei Zhiyuan took the basketball with the signature of a star whose name he was not interested in knowing, he was completely shocked.

But when Wei Zhiyuan tilted his head, he found that his elder brother was observing his reaction with a tentative look. The boy reflexively revealed a slightly innocent smile to comfort him, pretending to be very surprised and happy.

At the same time, Wei Zhiyuan understood in his heart - he didn't know how his elder brother came to this conclusion, and thought that he went astray because of lack of love.

The continuous overt and covert conflicts in the family seemed to have dealt a heavy blow to Wei Qian, and he attempted to improve his image as a dictator at home.

When Xiaobao was jumping around in the house wearing the new clothes Wei Qian brought back, Wei Zhiyuan watched Wei Qian with frowned brows as he abruptly separated the two lovers, and tried hard to put on a kind attitude.

…Although he may have misunderstood the meaning of “kindness”, his expression looked like he was smiling on the outside but not on the inside, as if he was ready to stand up at any time and make his usual sarcastic remarks.

Song Xiaobao has become accustomed to her brother's unfriendly attitude and sarcasm. She has been waiting, but in the end, she never gets what she wants. Finally, she can't get used to it anymore.

Before Wei Qian picked up his bag and left again, Xiao Bao came forward and asked in a provocative manner, "Brother, why didn't you say anything to me when you came back this time?"

Wei Qian: "What did I say to you? What did you do again?"

Song Xiaobao blurted out, "Oh, I failed the Chinese midterm exam by one point, so I asked my second brother to sign for me."

Wei Qian looked up at her with annoyance, and Song Xiaobao then realized something and covered his mouth in panic.

It is conceivable that due to Song Xiaobao's unremitting destruction, the final fate of Wei Qian's "kind" mask was to leave no trace.

When Wei Qian came back again after some free time, time had already moved from midsummer to the end of the year. The pre-sale of their short-term residential project was packaged very high-end by General Manager Zhang. After the whole autumn, all that was left was some finishing work - the project could be inspected and accepted immediately in the spring of the following year, and sales were almost at the end.

They invested 30 million, and later on Lao Xiong gradually raised more than 10 million, with a total investment of more than 40 million. Judging from the current situation, the amount has basically more than doubled.

Old Bear was so happy that he came back triumphantly with Wei Qian and Sanpang.

They jumped with all their might and finally stepped over the threshold.

On the day he came back, Lao Xiong held his head high as if he had returned home in glory, and said to Sanpang and Wei Qian with deep emotion: "You two boys really made me proud this time. I can hold my head high in front of your sister-in-law in the future! In the future...ah, I won't ask her to prepare slippers for me like Japanese women do, and welcome the master home every day. At least give me a few smiles, isn't that too much? This is the life a man should live!"

Sanpang and Wei Qian turned their faces away at the same time - what a great achievement!

Lao Xiong: "Okay, our lives of military service have just begun. Everyone has worked hard recently. Go home and rest for a few days. We agreed to celebrate on the weekend! Oh, by the way, Qian'er, dress nicely. Your sister-in-law is still thinking about introducing you to someone."

Sanpang's eyes lit up: "Brother Xiong, what about me?"

Lao Xiong patted his belly and said, "I'd like to introduce you to an advertiser who wants you to shoot a special-effect weight-loss drug commercial - 40 million! Only 40 million! Losing ten pounds is not a dream! And if you can't lose weight, you won't get your money back..."

It was afternoon when Wei Qian arrived home. Old Mrs. Song came out to greet him: "You're back! What would you like to eat? Grandma will make it for you."

Wei Qian had just put his things down and hadn't had time to say anything when he saw the door of Wei Zhiyuan's room open. His younger brother, who was becoming more and more worrying and troublesome, smiled warmly at him: "Brother."

Wei Qian was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Hey, why are you at home? Didn't you go to school?"

Old Mrs. Song said loudly, "He won several awards in the competition! I don't know what awards he won, but he must have won first place, right, Xiaoyuan? He is just like you, he doesn't have to take the college entrance examination. Oh, the smoke from this grave must be thirty miles away!"

"That would be a forest fire." Wei Qian turned to Wei Zhiyuan, "When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

Old Lady Song started yelling again: "This kid said you were busy and didn't want us to bother you with such a small matter... Hey, kid, is this a small matter? Back home, we would have a banquet for this!"

Wei Zhiyuan bent down to help Wei Qian carry the suitcase into the house, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

This was not surprising. Wei Qian felt sad that the child was no longer under the control of his father. What made him even sadder was that Xiaoyuan was simply an amazing child. He was good in everything, but...

By the way, has his illness been cured?

When Wei Zhiyuan was helping him pack his things, Wei Qian nonchalantly asked him, "You've graduated from high school now, and you'll be an adult now. I won't interfere with what you want to do... Well, you can have a girlfriend."

Wei Zhiyuan was reaching for a bunch of scattered paper documents. When he heard this, his hand fell from mid-air and just covered the back of Wei Qian's hand: "Brother, I don't plan to find a girlfriend."

Wei Qian's heart tightened.

Wei Zhiyuan looked up at him, his eyes were deep, as if hiding a world of depth and shallowness. However, after a moment of silence, he retracted his hand and gave a very healthy and positive reason: "It is more important to study and do more professional practice. Time is so precious, I don't want to fall in love so early."

Wei Qian nodded unhappily, thinking with a bit of stomachache: It’s not well yet, how worrying.

At the same time, Wei Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, thinking with some melancholy: I touched his hand like this, but he didn't even react. Did he not think about it at all? It's really depressing.

In the evening, as soon as Xiaobao came back, she asked her brother for a gift.

Wei Qian laughed at himself: "Well, I gave it to you once, and you will want it the second time - I threw it on your bed, you can see for yourself."

Song Xiaobao was delighted.

Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so late today? Have you eaten?"

"I ate with Sister Lulu. Oh, I also saw Brother Xiong. I don't know what's wrong with him. When he came home today, he stuck out his belly and pouted like a rich landlord. But Sister Lulu just waved her hand and told him to 'go cook.' Brother Xiong immediately became a farmhand and went to wash vegetables and cook in a dejected manner."

"Sister Lulu" is Sister Xiong, whose name is Chen Lu. The fresh sound of her name reminds people of small flowers about to bloom in the first rays of morning light.

Unfortunately…the name is deceiving.

"Sister Lulu is very nice, but she said to me today: 'Xiaobao, you are seventeen, and I am thirty-four. I am as old as you two, so don't be so slick calling me sister to them. Just call me godmother'... Oh! This is really nice, thank you brother - and then I said to her: 'Hahaha, sister, don't be so funny, there is no generation difference, you are indirectly taking advantage of my brother!'"

While this girl was talking, she took off her coat and changed her shoes, then ran to her room to look at the gifts. After making a fuss, she continued with her own words. The series of actions and background sounds were done in one go. After Old Lady Song, she became another chatterbox in the family. There was basically no room for others to interrupt. She could perform a one-man drama of love, hate and vengeance by herself.

It sounded quite cordial at first, but in the end, Wei Qian wished he could sew her chattering mouth shut.

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend. Wei Qian first accompanied his sister, who was as noisy as a parrot, out to dance to get a new pair of dancing shoes, and then took his love-deprived brother to the community activity center to play a one-on-one basketball game. However, in the later period, it was obviously Wei Zhiyuan who played with him. Wei Qian's skills were really not good, and the time he could play with his peers was almost zero. All his opportunities to touch basketball in his school days were limited to a few physical education classes.

Of all the sports, he was only relatively proficient in wild fighting. However, sitting in the office all day in a suit and tie, he suspected that the only thing he was proficient in would be abandoned in a few years.

Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Wei Qian hopes to spend more time with Wei Zhiyuan and understand more about what he really thinks.

After this fulfilling day, Wei Qian went to Lao Xiong's banquet in the evening.

Sister Xiong didn't come, saying that she had something urgent to do, so the matter of introducing her to a date was of course shelved... Wei Qian breathed a sigh of relief for an unknown reason.

He suspected that Old Bear was too cocky when he got home, so his wife gave him a good beating. He looked extremely haggard, with swollen eyelids.

From beginning to end, it was only Sanpang who was making jokes. Laoxiong was not in a good mood and even drank too much in the end.

Old Bear didn't make any noise when he was drunk. He just sat there silently, as if his ears had stopped working and he ignored anyone who spoke.

Finally, when the party was over, Sanpang pushed him and said, "Brother Xiong, can I take a taxi to take you home? After drinking like this, will your sister-in-law let you in? Why don't you find a hotel to stay overnight?"

When the old bear was pushed by him, he fell to the other side and bumped into Wei Qian.

Wei Qian was stunned, and the next moment, Lao Xiong grabbed the hem of his clothes and covered his face with it, and burst into tears without any warning.

He cried so hard that his heart was broken, and in the end even his voice was hoarse. The indescribable and unbearable roars and cries of pain that came from the depths of his soul were barely even the sound of a human voice.

Both Wei Qian and Sanpang were frightened.

The two waited until he fell asleep from exhaustion from crying, and then they carried the old bear together and found a hotel to stay temporarily. In the process, they considered countless possible tragedies - such as bankruptcy, terminal illness, death of both parents, being cuckolded, etc.

They were worried all night, and when the fathead fish woke up the next day, they asked him and found that he had no memory of anything.

It turned out that crying when he was drunk was this guy's personal characteristic. Sanpang and Wei Qian, who were angrily upset about wasting their energy, teamed up to beat him up, and then went home separately.

Wei Qian had to deal with Wei Zhiyuan with great difficulty. He decided that even after a long tug of war, he had to bring this kid back from his evil path.

This is a battle.