Dage

Wei Qian also read a lot of such inspirational stories when he was young, but he forgot, probably because his emotional development didn't keep up with the average level. He didn't feel anything at that time, and he was only slightly touched until now.

He casually told the two children, "Your teacher is a bit of a standard, and the reading outside the class is good."

的 San Fat, who was cooking, poked his head out of the kitchen, and said in a pile of frying and frying voices, "What did you say? Come and talk to your brother loudly."

Wei Qian cleared his throat and planned to show San Fat the voice of raising the flag. As a result, he hadn't had time to read a word, and Wei Zhiyuan's cub suddenly said beside him, "Brother, I don't want to go to school." "

He reiterated the old story. Wei Qian ignored him and didn't take it seriously, because as a competent feudal parent, he planned to carry out the glorious tradition of dictatorship to the end. He did n’t go to school, and he could n’t post his own words opinion.

Wei Qian said to the three fat 厨房 in the kitchen: "Let you be educated too. Let me see where to start ... well, just this one-ideal ..."

"Brother." Wei Zhiyuan came over, crouched in front of Wei Qian, looked at him directly, and said again, "I don't want to go to school."

Xi Xiaobao was used to adding chaos, and hurried to run over, saying crisply, "Brother, he doesn't learn well, hit him."

Wei Weiyuan frowned, and rightly said to her, "While you go, you are everywhere."

"You just give me a side," Wei Qian casually took the reading materials out of the classroom and slammed on Wei Zhiyuan's head, and slipped out, "One more sentence, I broke your leg."

This sentence has its origins. When Wei Qian was a child, there was a classmate in their class. The teacher found his parents because of mischief. The classmate's father hit him on the head of the kid and said viciously: I interrupt your leg. "

Xiao Youwei Wei Qian always felt that this statement was very parental. At that time, he was young and ignorant, so he wrote this sentence on the excerpt notes, and the teacher made a big cross ...

In short, he has been eager to apply this sentence to teach others once.

Wei Weiyuan looked at his hanging arm with a complex look.

He resisted school for the first time because he didn't know what school was for, but this time, the little boy was well thought out and justified his thoughts: "I don't want to go to school anymore. But it will take me many years and spend a lot of money. I will go out and earn money with you. I will work, fight, support myself, and support you. "

It's a pity that Wei Qian is a person who can't communicate. Xiao Yuan's justifications are regarded as earwinds.

Wei Qian glanced down at Wei Zhiyuan and felt that the little cub was unknowingly tall. He felt itchy and wanted to stab the little cub—Wei Qian thought that he would go out and wear the moon every day. As the competition pressure in the industry increased, he had to bleed all the time. Sweating and preparing to fight with all walks of life, the young man said that it seems that such a technical matter can be done by an individual. Really his mother is n’t aware of Chai Migui, and he does n’t know that other people support him. His hard work.

However, Wei Qian didn't move when he saw his seriousness and vowed to feed himself.

Little things ... Anyway, a little conscience.

So Wei Qian perseveredly said to him: "Then you study hard, you wo n’t be able to graduate from university, you wo n’t be able to graduate with a master's degree, you have to be a postdoc, postdoc, and call someone" Kokte "Wei, and you try to get us a" "Shekert" Wei, that's burdock. "

Xi Weizhiyuan lowered his head. He read a little book and understood something. He heard that he was joking with his elder brother. There was obviously no room for discussion.

Song Xiaobao, the bear child, came together with a smile, shook his head and whispered, "Cut Wei, hey hey hey."

Wei Weizhiyuan: "Go aside, little girl film."

Song Xiaobao refused to be outdone: "I'm not a film, I'm a drum! You are a sheep dropping ball on a reed stick!"

Wei Weizhiyuan: "... ugly girl film."

Tong Song Xiaobao screamed angrily: "Sheep dung ball!"

Wei Zhiyuan calmly replied, "Call yourself."

The two of them got together, and Wei Qian looked at him beside him. There was no intention of pulling a frame. I wish they could be more active. Watching the children fighting was also one of his entertainments, which was not bad anyway.

When he first arrived, Wei Zhiyuan's eyes were very wild and difficult to tame, and his character was always duller than his peers. Every day, he was in stark contrast with Xiao Bao, who babbled at home to express his unsuccessful views. At that time, at first, Look, Wei Zhiyuan is like stuffing a big adolescent child into the body of a little guy. He always feels that people don't match the looks.

However, in the last six months, he has become more and more "small", and his behavior has also become childish.

While Wei Zhiyuan and Xiaobao were fighting each other, Yu Guang glanced at Wei Qian, and found that the elder brother with one arm happily watched the battle between the two of them. Only then did he continue to rub the fire of Song Xiaobao.

上次 Since the last joke was made after changing teeth, Wei Zhiyuan accidentally found a way to please his elder brother-that is, to pull the IQ to the same level as Song Xiaobao, and often do something silly with her.

越 The more naive and indifferent the two of them are, the older the brother will be more relaxed and less pretentious.

Wu Zhiyuan went further and further down this road.

His natural qualifications could have made him a cool person, but he has embarked on a path of second-comer, and his life encounters are really elusive.

Wei Zhiyuan's affection for Wei Qian and the family is very hot. He is not the same as other children. Other children are born with a home. Wei Zhiyuan does not. He treats "home" as a business.

As long as he can stay, stay in this home, let alone pretend to be stupid, let him desperately.

Xiaoyuan always remembers that one day, he was caught cold in school during the day, always cold. After falling asleep, he unconsciously got into Wei Qian's arms, nestled in that warm arms, and fell asleep until the next day.

In the early morning, when the boy woke up, he was lying on the place where he couldn't bear to move for a long time. He opened his eyes and looked up at the face of the sleeping teenager beside him, and suddenly called "Brother" silently in his heart.

Brother Yun was naturally inaudible, but Wei Zhiyuan called it in his heart like this.

Xiao Yuan and Xiao Bao ended the bustling war with three fats. Three fats each with one hand, and tore the two cubs like puppies: "Oh my little ancestors, is this going to make a big deal in Tiangong? Let ’s end the truce first. After dinner, we will fight again. Do n’t worry! ”

He Sanfa took the egg fried rice out of the kitchen and placed it in a small basin without holding a bowl. He scooped four spoons, one for each person, and started eating around a bowl of rice.

Three fat is a good teacher, and he is more embarrassing than Tang Seng, and he ca n’t plug his sausage mouth. He educates his children while eating: "Children must have ideals, they ca n’t be like a big belly all day long, endless. Hey, your brother is two hundred and five, and he doesn't care ... "

谦 Wei Qian was innocently affected and just wanted to clean up the fat man so that he knew how many eyes Master Ma had, but before he could speak, the two cubs rushed to the fat with their enemies: "Don't say my brother!"

San Fat: "..."

Wei Qian alone clipped a piece of ham sausage: "Well done, eat more."

San Fat ’s big pie face was twisted for a while, and relying on his thick skin, he reluctantly carried on the topic of talent: "Okay, not to mention your brother-you see, I have learned so much about ideals in school. Brother Nian Nian Nian Nian, what are your ideals? "

Wu Xiaobao said, "I want to be a singer."

Wei Weiyuan said plainly: "Make money, raise my brother."

Wu Xiaobao glanced at him and added: "I want to make a lot of money as a singer and support my brother."

San Fat is like a wretched child kidnapper ... No, like a great educator, he kindly and seduces Wei Zhiyuan, "Look, Xiaobao's ideal has more goals. What about Xiaoyuan you, you How can you make money to support your brother? "

Wei Zhiyuan said without raising his eyelids, "I can watch the market, sell dishes, apply for a permit, and get a share ..."

Susan Fat suddenly felt distressed, turned his head and said to Wei Qian, "Qianer, I don't think you're a child."

谦 Wei Qian looked at a serious Wei Zhiyuan, and his eyes fell on the cheeks he had bulged, and he suddenly wanted to laugh, so he laughed, and by the way, pointed out a clear way for San Fat: "Go!"

When he smiled, Wei Zhiyuan felt that he was worthy of splashing and rolling tonight, so he stopped snoring, saved energy, and bowed his head fiercely.

Wei Weiyuan's appearance of eating was very cruel, as if he wanted to turn every grain into his bones and meat.

In fact, Wei Qian also has an ideal. His original ideal was to be a scientist, wearing a white coat and moving around in the laboratory, recording all kinds of information, writing papers, playing with materials, researching something, studying every day, and studying sleep. Except for the things studied, don't take anything into your heart.

Of course, Wei Qian knew in his heart that this ideal had become an illusion at the moment, so he never mentioned it to others, pretending that he was an old churros in the society when he was born, and never fooled him.

San San made the meal, and he was responsible for cleaning the dishes after eating. He grumbled while washing: "Hey, your third brother owed you money in the last life, and he will raise you as a child in this life ..."

Which happened to be heard by Wei Zhiyuan passing by, Wei Zhiyuan rubbed his sleeve without saying a word: "San brother, I wash."

Twenty-three fat waved his hands with tears of laughter: "There are also those who are rushing to raise children as children, you should go watch the cartoon with Xiaobao."

Wei Zhiyuan looked up and asked Wei Qian, Wei Qian nodded him with a centimeter floating up and down: "Go, don't stumble here."

Dismissed the child, and then San Fei said to Wei Qian leaning on the kitchen door frame, "Does your arm hurt?"

Wei Qian lighted a cigarette: "OK, a bit."

Bian Sanfai didn't talk to him, and he was silent for a moment. San Fat asked him with seriousness: "What do you want? Keep going like this?"

Wei Qian saw that he had something to say and didn't say anything, waiting for him to say.

Three fat is bigger than him and Mazi, already nearly twenty years old, and he wants more than his two little brothers: "I say you do n’t like to listen, Le Ge-Le Xiaodong, It ’s not a good stubble. What good end can you do if you follow him? Even if you go to work on floor tiles and sell them with strength, the two dollars that Le Xiaodong gave you are to kill you. "

After a while, Wei Qian asked, "What can I do?"

"Why can't you eat?"

Wei Qian leaned on the door frame and thought blankly for a moment, looking down at his hand that was wrapped like a cripple, feeling the painful pain in the heart, and whispering, "I don't know anything."

"Either you work or work in a small business," San Fat paused, and said, "It's a big deal, you follow San Brother. Let's drive the cooked food to the two. Isn't it a living?"

Wei Qian smiled softly without a word.

"As long as you nod, I'll tell my dad when you go back ..." San Fat said this, and suddenly looked back with some feeling. He found that Wei Qian was no longer there. Listen.

Susan chumps his lips, throws the water on his hands angrily, and angrily says, "Grandson, you will regret that day sooner or later!"

He Sanfa had a small friendship with him, and it would never hurt him. Wei Qian knew in his heart that what he said made sense.

He has been in the entertainment city for more than a year, and has gradually let go of his blind worship of Le Ge. What he does for a living, Wei Qian knows a little.

Wei Qian sometimes thinks, why no matter how hard or arduous others can go, he can take the right path, only he can do this?

Is he willing to be a hooligan?

虽然 Although he is confused, he also knows that he has been a good student in school for so many years, not to drop out of school to be a hooligan.

Is it for money?

Alas, Wei Qian acknowledged that Le Ge gave him more money, but San Fat was right. He sold his life and could not double his money.

Is that afraid of suffering?

Probably not. It ’s the big bubbles on the slabs of the hands and the pain of sunburn, or the pain of being broken by a stick with a stick alive. This is hard to compare.

为了 Why is that?

Wei Qian asked himself countless times like this, but later he found out that it was probably his fatal self-esteem that worked.

He was destined to be inferior since he was born in the world with the first cry, so when he grew up a little and had a little choice, he would not want to bow his head when he died—even if it was like Now it would be so fierce that everyone would fear and hate it.

Letting others be afraid of him is better than looking down on him.