Qianfan

"If there is one person in this world who has something to do with you, then this person is your brother."

I can't tell how old I was, but this sentence rang in my ears from time to time, it didn't seem like it came from someone's mouth, but it seemed like the blood was boiling and screaming, the voice was buzzing and fluttering, regardless of the occasion and time, but most of them It is the depths of sleep.What he can be sure of is that this sentence is not implanted in his body consciousness, but his life. His life at only 22 years old reminds him that there is someone in this world whose connection with him is as deep as blood. of.

The young man who was sleeping with the quilt rolled up showed a section of his slender legs, white and slender, just looking at his calves would make people think he was very thin.Let's say he is pampered. There are some circular scars on the inner thighs, which are burned by cigarette butts.Let's say he was in a difficult situation. This slender calf was cleverly gathered at the knee, which was a beautiful curve, with a full arc, which made people imagine that the upper thigh was smooth and delicate.But you don't expect that there are clearly visible bruises on it, dotted here and there, which are quite scary on the pale legs.

He was still asleep, and the dream was not pleasant at all, because he was shaking.

In the dream, his voice seemed dry and hoarse, and he spoke with difficulty: "Where is mom? Brother, let's go find mom..."

The dream started with his older brother who had just come home from school leading him to buy popsicles.He watched his brother stepping up to reach the tin can on the refrigerator, which was left by Xiduoduo after eating at home, and his father used it to store change. Sometimes when his father came home late, he would follow his brother to the small restaurant in the village eat a bowl.

His brother shook the jar and said, "It's all coins, I don't know how to keep a whole piece."

He is about three years old, and he can't understand what his brother is saying.It can't be his fault, his mother is out of town all year round, his father is an alcoholic, no one taught him this and that at all.He pulled the hem of his overlong clothes, the neckline looked like a dyeing workshop, colorful yellow, yellow, green, and purple, and he was wearing only a pair of boxers underneath, which were left over from his brother's clothes—he licked his lips, and his voice was as thin as Mosquito: "I agreed to buy popsicles today."

"When did brother ever lie to you?" The brother who was standing on the small bench gave him the back of his head, jumped off the chair, and stared down at a coin in his palm, so that he could only see his brother's hair twirling.His brother said in a cheerful voice, "This is for popsicles! I'll take you to dinner after I finish my homework!"

Everything in the dream was so real, but the detailed plots that could not be recalled in the memory reappeared one by one in the dream.Tears welled up in his closed eyes, and he shook his head, wondering if he should wake up.

It was really hot that evening, and the heat from the ground baked the soles of his feet through his rubber soles. He was covered in sweat from walking, and he simply hugged his brother's thighs and refused to leave.

His brother shook his head, sighed and squatted in front of him: "Come on."

He couldn't remember his brother's name, a middle-aged man's voice said in the dream: "Xiaofan is here, isn't your dad back yet?"

His brother replied nonchalantly: "Don't worry about him! If you love him, you will never return!" His voice was full of the stubbornness and pride of a teenager.

On the way back, his brother still carried him on his back, walking back step by step.He put his arms around his brother's neck with one hand, and licked and licked the popsicle with the other. His brother also said, "It's dripping on my neck, it's so cold and itchy!"

There seemed to be a lot of plots missing in the middle, the world in the dream was a little shaken, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, his brows were locked in pain, he held on to the quilt tightly, out of an instinct of survival and fear, he knew he couldn't let go .

Persevere a little longer, and his brother's face turned around——

"Little Sail."

He was pushed.

The shaky dream, the face that was about to turn around, disappeared in an instant, and disappeared without a trace, leaving no image behind.

There is only a little shock and subconscious fear.

Qian Fan opened his eyes, and knew it was Yu Xiaoyu without looking.

Yu Xiaoyu sat beside his bed: "I didn't mean to come in, I heard you whining in the room when I came back, did you cry in a nightmare?"

Qian Fan didn't want to talk, so he changed his posture and nodded while still covering himself with the quilt.

"My poor child, did someone bully you in the store?"

Qianfan shook his head.

Yu Xiaoyu stood up: "My Fan, if someone bullies you, don't be polite to Brother Yu, after all, Brother Yu can be regarded as a person who has hugged his thighs, and can help you out!"

Qian Fan smiled obediently: "Okay, I am a very good Brother Yu."

I have never seen anyone who can show such supreme glory after being taken care of by others, probably Yu Xiaoyu is the only one.

Yu Xiaoyu turned out to be an MB, but Qian Fan was not. They were colleagues, and Qian Fan was a part-time security thug in that store.

Xiaoyu was luckier, he was recruited by a boss after the third man, and he never took over.

Xiaoyu told Qianfan that the boss is in his early forties, he is not abnormal and healthy, he does not bully him, the key is to give him money and not bully him.

Qian Fan said, then you have a good time with him.

Xiaoyu said, such a man must have a white moonlight in his heart, or a bleak white moonlight. Those who are hurt by love are either infatuated or perverted.There is a picture of a man in his study, that picture looks like a little fish.

So, find a substitute to put the love that has nowhere to put it?Qian Fan put his arms around Xiao Yu's shoulders, saying that he was hit.

Back then Qian Fan was not in this industry, he was an honest and hard-working little poor man, setting up barbecues in front of a certain college, and fighting guerrilla warfare with urban management.

Xiaoyu is his frequent visitor.

Qianfan will remember that Xiaoyu is an evildoer who always has a strong perfume smell that overwhelms the aroma of barbecue, coupled with Xiaoyu's shiny clothes and pretty face, it's hard for people not to remember.

To put it bluntly, all of this is a fate of a certain summer night.

The university was located in a corner of a certain town, and its superior conditions, which stood out from the crowd, prospered the surrounding catering industry.Qianfan, a half-year-old who didn't graduate from high school, saw that this was an opportunity to make a small fortune, so he tinkered with a tricycle, modified it, bought materials, bought waste oil, and put up a scarlet eye-catching signboard on the front of the tricycle, which was also a It's a small business.

Qian Fan's grandmother is not his own grandmother, but the old man who picked him up, a lonely low-income household.Trembling sent him to the door that day, the wrinkles on her face no longer had the vitality to shout at life, she said: "Fan, it looks like it's going to rain today, won't you go tonight?"

If you don't go, you won't be able to make money for one day, and you will have no money for taking medicine tomorrow.Qian Fan patted the sun umbrella on the tricycle, it was picked up from a small store, the shop owner just threw out the big broken umbrella, Qian Fan picked up a bargain.He found a bucket and "borrowed" some sand and cement from the local tyrant who was building a house in the village, mixed it well, poured it into the bucket, and inserted the sun umbrella into it, and it became a big umbrella that could not fall down. .

From now on, there is also a canopy for selling barbecues, which is a big leap forward compared to the ones that are exposed to the sun and rain.

Qian Fan patted the umbrella and said, "Don't be afraid, the umbrella is big enough to cover the rain."

Grandma persuaded again, but to no avail, so she shook her head and sighed and went back to the house.

In fact, Qian Fan regretted it once, why didn't he listen to grandma that day?

He is enthusiastic about doing business, and he is handsome, so female students like to come to take care of his business.Seeing that the school's access control time is up, no one comes out to buy supper and prepares to close the stall and go back.As soon as the briquettes were piled up, Yu Xiaoyu, a young man who lost his footing, charged towards him, followed by several people.Looking menacing, those faces are especially terrifying in the dark night and rain.

Yu Xiaoyu was drenched all over, wiped her face, and shouted: "Don't spread rumors! I didn't sell it!"

"The person who sold the ass said he didn't sell it? Listen to everyone, are you laughing to death! You sold it to my house! Don't let me see you again!"

Qian Fan was only stunned for a few seconds at the beginning, and immediately packed up the rest of the utensils swiftly, he was even willing to lose a bunch of gluten!If this fight really started, it would be bad if it hurt the guy he was eating.

Qianfan packed up his business skillfully, stepped on the tricycle, and started fighting over there.

Seven or eight hit one.Qian Fan thought in his heart, this school is really bad, there was a fight at the gate and no security guard dared to come out to take care of it.

This pheasant school is like this, and the people who come to study are basically the second-generation ancestors who are stupid and rich.

He just stepped on the pedal twice, when Yu Xiaoyu, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face and was drenched in rain, suddenly swooped down and hugged his arm: "Take me away, brother! Otherwise, I will be beaten to death!"

The angle of Yu Xiaoyu's head was just facing the street lamp. Qian Fan saw that his face was smudged by the rain, some of which were spent cosmetics, and some were injured by iron fists. An invisible thread in his heart suddenly tightened. Some kind of wonderful and mysterious emotion was injected into his body, and he felt that this situation was familiar.

It seemed that on a rainy night, someone held him in his arms, but it wasn't him who had a bruised nose, a swollen face and an injured body.

Qian Fan later categorized that unexplainable feeling as brain-dead heroism, because he couldn't set up a barbecue stall, so it wasn't because he was too busy to save him?

After Yu Xiaoyu stayed at his house for two days, he received the eviction order. Qian Fan didn't have any spare money for the third person to eat and drink.

Grandma swung the cane cut by Yu Xiaoyu to hit Qian Fan: "Oh, that child is so considerate, he got this for the old woman. How dare you drive him away! He's still limping—is your name Xiaoyu? Come on." Here, grandma, I have medicinal wine from Nanyang."

As he said that, he poked the ground with the stick making a "crack" sound, which was to complain about his dissatisfaction with Qian Fan.Seeing Yu Xiaoyu's complacent look, Qian Fan gritted his teeth by himself.

He didn't understand, how could a broken stick buy grandma?

Later he discovered that Yu Xiaoyu had a talent for pleasing people.