Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Peng Xingwang did well.

The first grade didn't pay anything, but the small town is also fashionable. Children generally learn English early, so he can't keep up.

Jiang Wang is the adult version of this kid. In the army, he doesn't need to take the fourth-level test to practice oral English, and his level has not improved much after so many years.

"Ithinkthat—"

Peng Xingwang touched his lips and said, "Hey wake up—"

The final exam is just a few days away, I can make up a little bit.

Jiang Wang's office has senior parents in this field, who teach him to cut cigarette boxes into word cards and teach children while making yarn.

"It's that simple?"

"Hey, enlightenment, you have to accompany him to develop an interest first."

Jiang Wang took the word card and taught him well after returning home.

"Card, that, ah, broken."

Peng Xingwang sat upright.

"Card, ah, that, broken."

"Wrong, wrong, try again."

After teaching ten times, Jiang Wang turned the word card over.

"What about pineapple?"

Peng Xingwang is full of confidence: "Ah!

Jiang Wang was able to take the 62 exam before tutoring, but he dropped to 48 after tutoring.

The child's nose was red from crying, and he dared to go home after wiping away his tears. When he handed the paper to Jiang Wangshi, his mouth slumped, ready to show his **** for him to pump at any time.

Jiang Wang had no urge to condemn.

It's not that he is more in favor of encouraging education or anything else, it's purely because he had a lower test in junior high school.

…Geography twenty-nine.

Peng Xingwang observed the man's expression carefully like a searchlight when he was looking at the papers.

Jiang Wang showed no expression: "Where to sign?"

Peng Xingwang hesitantly said, "Aren't you mad at me?"

…Why should I be angry with myself.

The child saw that he had no reaction, and took the initiative to frank his thoughts.

"Brother, you...you're so busy now, remember to do my homework for me, I'm even worse on the exam...I'm sorry."

Jiang Wang touched his chin and suddenly remembered something: "What did Mr. Ji say?"

Peng Xingwang's eyes turned red again: "Mr. Ji criticized me."

"He asked me who I learned these pronunciations from, and I said my eldest brother." The child was particularly aggrieved: "Then he asked me to listen to the tape more, and check my reading next Monday."

Jiang Wang finally realized what the point was.

The tail of the crane can't help the tail of the crane, indeed.

"This way," he rubbed the child's head, and pulled out the milk candy from the drawer for him to eat: "I will contact the next teacher later to see if he can make up for you on weekends, okay? Is it?"

Peng Xingwang decided to punish himself for not eating candy, and put the candy in the stationery box very cherishly: "Will Teacher Ji hate me, I'm so stupid."

Jiang Wang laughed: "Do you think Big Brother is stupid?"

“…not at all!”

"If you are not stupid, you are not stupid, remember?"

The child didn't understand the logic at all, so he nodded obediently.

When he went back to the living room to watch TV, Jiang Wang sent a text message to Ji Linqiu.

It's really inconvenient to have no WeChat, and he really wants to see what Teacher Ji's circle of friends will post.

[Mr. Ji interrupted, Xingwang's English foundation is relatively poor, I wonder if it is inconvenient for you to make up for him privately? Thank you very much for your hard work. ]

After about fifteen minutes, the other party came back.

[Mr. Jiang is very kind, I have free time on Friday night, just ask him to come over at 8:00. ]

The conversation should stop here, but Jiang Wang is still looking at the screen.

He doesn't really want to talk to this man about money.

Even if Jiang Wang's image of 'the gentle and handsome teacher Ji' is transformed into 'the occasional wet teacher Ji', the pure white halo is still inseparable and should not be tainted by any trivialities.

The man didn't think about how to repay for a while, and the phone vibrated again.

[Does Mr. Jiang often go to the provincial capital on weekends? ]

[If it is convenient, could you drop me a ride, thank you very much. ]

Jiang Wang's eyes lit up.

He goes to the provincial capital every weekend to meet with clients for meetings. He basically drives by himself and the seats are very empty.

[Convenient, where is Teacher Ji going? ]

[There is often a weekend book market near the Normal University, and some lectures are also held. I have always been interested. ]

[Okay, see you then. ]

Jiang Wang always has some obsessions with Ji Linqiu.

He inquired vaguely, and the feedback from the neighbors was also consistent with his memory.

Ji Linqiu has a friendly and friendly relationship with his colleagues, and there are not many friends.

How can such a good teacher live alone until he is in his 40s or 50s.

Every time he thinks of him, there will be a childish obsession in his heart.

I want to make the teacher happy and make the teacher's life more lively and comfortable.

They are sure to chat a lot on the road on weekends.

Just as he was thinking about it, Jiang Wang glanced at a small point.

"What are you thinking." Peng Xingwang was the first to speak: "I've been laughing."

The man glanced at him: "Anything?"

The child first held it at the door for a while, then rubbed against his chair with two or three steps, and held it for several seconds.

"That... bro, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, I'll be straight."

Peng Xingwang's cheerful aura disappeared a little, looked down at his toes and said, "I...I want to find a time to go home."

For fear of hurting the heart of his beloved eldest brother, he quickly raised his head and looked at the man's expression: "You must not misunderstand!"

"I...I'm afraid Dad will die."

"Although he beats me often, Grandma Huang still said that he made my mother angry... But I was very afraid that he would die."

Jiang Wang was silent for a few seconds before reaching out to hold him.

"I'll take you there tomorrow, please."

He knew what he was afraid of when he was young.

Drinkers don't care about others, let alone take responsibility for themselves.

Once a person is deeply intoxicated, his self-consciousness will continue to disappear, and it is easy to choke on vomit.

Jiang Wang used a hot towel to wipe his father's face many times when he was a child.

The towel was originally a new towel given to him by Aunt Zhang next door to wash his face. It was snow-white and pears were printed on it. Later, it was dyed into a tattered rag with yellow vomit.

So much so that Jiang Wang will stay for a long time when he buys towels in the supermarket many years later.

But no matter what, I still have to accompany Peng Xing to see it in person, so as not to do anything out of the ordinary.

School was dismissed very early the next day, and the sky was still clear at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Wang accompanied Peng Xingwang slowly towards the old home.

Children now have many things they can only dream of.

Neat and clean room, desk lamp and favorite book, after finishing homework, you can happily watch two episodes of Blue Cat's Naughty Three Thousand Questions.

But he was still thinking about his father who never treated him well.

Jiang Wang walked in step by step, imagining what his father was doing now.

The two roles of parents, like teachers, have a halo of nothingness and unbreakable for children.

It seems that as long as they are mentioned, the bloodline will evoke a lot of longing and joy, even if they know it shouldn't be.

Peng Xing was jumping up and down when he saw the vaccine, and the more he walked in, the more nervous he became.

"Actually, sometimes my dad is pretty good," he suddenly defended himself: "When my dad doesn't drink, he will take me to the park to play, and he will fry fish for me to eat. "

"Dad, he...the work pressure is too much, and there are always unhappy things, so he drinks so much."

The man listened quietly, and the yellowish memories also emerged scene after scene.

"Really, big brother," Peng Xingwang showed an embarrassed smile: "Will you... hate my father?"

Jiang Wang looked down at his young self and thought about it for a long time.

"I don't know." He replied, "Perhaps I don't...not very familiar with him either."

The two walked deep into the shanty town and suddenly smelled the aroma of pork ribs and seaweed soup.

The child's eyes suddenly lit up: "It's the soup made by Dad! I drank it a long time ago, brother, did you tell him in advance that we are coming??"

"It's good he didn't drink," Peng Xingwang tried his best to be more natural, rubbed his eyes and kept laughing: "I told you, don't tell Dad, really..."

Before she finished speaking, a woman with strong perfume rubbed their shoulders and walked over.

Peng Jiahui was tasting in the kitchen when she heard footsteps and hurriedly brushed her hair twice to meet her.

"Sorry sorry, I should come out to pick you up, Xiaoyan, are you tired from walking? Let me peel an apple for you?"

The woman let him wrap his arms around his waist, and walked in with a tender smile: "Pengge~ It's a lot to see."

The child stared blankly into the distance, suddenly not knowing what to do.

He was only seven years old, and he seemed to have great ideas in everything he did. At this time, he finally showed his age-appropriate panic.

Two steps forward to see the balcony and living room through the window.

Jiang Wang calmed his breath for a few seconds, and wanted to bend over to pick up the child.

Peng Xingwang took the first step to go back, his voice was much lower: "Brother, it's getting late, I'll go home and do my homework first."

Jiang Wang wanted to say something comforting, but Peng Xingwang turned his back to him and walked faster: "Okay, I can rest assured that he didn't choke, thank you eldest brother for coming with me. "

It was not until the child was sent home that the man went downstairs in his coat and returned to the shanty town alone.

He was smoking in a place not too far away, not so much smoking, but more in a daze.

The kelp soup is very fragrant, and you can smell it from a distance of more than ten meters.

He hasn't had pork ribs soup for years.

There is a large pot of tens of yuan in the Mingming restaurant, but he never drinks it.

I don't know how long I stood there before Peng Jiahui, who saw off the woman, came back and was shocked when he recognized Jiang Wangshi.

"Hey? Is that you?"

Jiang Wang leaned against the wall and breathed out a smoke ring, without looking at him or speaking.

Peng Jiahui, who was in his early thirties, showed an embarrassed smile, knowing that he had seen it.

"Xing Wang... is he okay?" Peng Jiahui also knew that he was ashamed to mention the child, so he explained in a stern manner: "I just changed jobs, and now I drink less than before."

"Everyone envy you for making money and say you manage him well. I have always been very grateful to you."

The middle-aged man did not know that Jiang Wang was a blood relative from the future, and said a lot to himself.

"I also know that drinking too much is not a good thing, but I have relied on it so much in recent years that I can't quit."

“When I can buy a decent house, I will…”

Jiang Wang suddenly interrupted him.

"Xingwang is worried that you are choking, so let me have a look."

"No, no," Peng Jiahui showed an embarrassed smile, quickly said you wait, ran home to get a few things, and took out a pile of broken money from his arms, trying to put Several large sums of money were selected and handed to Jiang Wang.

"This is an unfinished practice question for Xingxing, this is the lamb he likes to sleep with, ... and this book, I used to drink too much to blow his breath, and now it's glued ."

Jiang Wang watched him silently for a few seconds, took out five hundred dollars from his pocket with a cigarette in his mouth, and stuffed it back together with the pile of broken notes.

Peng Jiahui stood blankly at the end of the alley with the money, until Jiang Wang walked for a long time before leaving.

Jiang Wang went to the barbecue stall alone for a long time.

There are some things he doesn't want to distinguish, and he is not someone who can think about philosophical family problems.

He just drank two cans of beer, smoked a few cigarettes, and packed a fried ham and sausage to go home.

The child has finished his homework and fell asleep, and he hasn't moved his pocket money, not even the newly bought potato chips in the living room.

Maybe she didn't sleep, she just didn't want to face him.

Jiang Wang didn't speak, leaned over and shoved the dirty and old lamb against the child's face, and after thinking about it, he tucked the quilt into the lamb.

He heard faint sobbing as he left the room.