Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

-1-

Hongshan Elementary School is located at the T-junction. There are more than a dozen small restaurants scattered in the south direction. Jiang Wang is also idle when he is idle. , after a long time the cooks will take the initiative to say hello.

"Brother Jiang! The yellow-bone fish in the store today is fresh, come and try it?"

"It's not in the queue yet, no hurry."

Jiang Wang eats this street as a cafeteria, and the child gets bored after following the restaurant for a few days, so he goes home and cooks instant noodles in high spirits.

The man didn't pay much attention to him, and continued to compare the taste of pea mixed noodles and fried sauce noodles.

Aunt Hu's noodle shop is not big. There are six tables full of stools that are almost stacked to the ceiling. When it comes to dinner, the business is not generally good.

After all, in the three streets before and after, only her noodles are made of duck egg yolk and wheat flour.

The beef bone soup has a thick white milky fragrance.

Jiang Wang ordered a few guys to handle cross-city business, and came over half an hour earlier to eat noodles.

The stool was not hot yet, and someone knocked on the window.

"What a coincidence." Ji Linqiu said hello, looking at the side of her face through the low-resolution cobalt blue glass window, she looked a bit Hong Kong handsome.

Jiang Wang was a little surprised. Seeing Teacher Ji walk in and sit opposite him, he smiled uncomfortably.

"The taste of this shop is average, and the time is still early. Would you like Teacher Ji to try it in another place?"

"You said you owe me a meal two days ago, but today you can't bear to ask for beef noodles?" Ji Linqiu's eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, as if scrutinizing and teasing: "Don't worry, Just order another pot of nine-day-wing Japanese abalone, Mr. Jiang is bold and will definitely not refuse me."

It's strange, there are several old customers in the store on weekdays, and they play cards and chat to cheer even if they don't eat. Next to it lay a worn canvas bag.

The proprietress was not in front of the counter, and the man hurried to the back kitchen after ordering, but refused to come out to pour tea.

Jiang Wang's eyes changed slightly, and he wanted to find a reason to drive people away, but there was a sharp brake sound at the door.

It's too late.

Three Altos blocked the front and rear passages of the store. More than a dozen social youths got out of the car and poured into the store. There were people outside with U-shaped locks.

Click and lock completely.

Ji Linqiu glanced at the door and forgot to pour tea.

"Mr. Jiang looks like a foreigner, have you ever drunk the camellia here?" As if he didn't see the surrounding street ruffians, he took a sip and said, "The local dialect here is called this kind of tea three skins. The jar sounds vulgar, but it is actually made of Taishan Begonia, and the aroma is very unique."

Jiang Wang took the tea he handed, and his eyes were a little more scrutinized.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Ji Linqiu looked around and looked slowly: "It's a coincidence, there are three other students I taught."

"Xia Peng, Feng Zhaoyang, Li Hai, they should be in the second and third year of junior high, right?"

The three people who were named looked disheveled and didn't start unnaturally.

Jiang Wang suddenly realized that Ji Linqiu was here to find him today. He didn't figure out the reason for a while, and just held his breath and looked at these bastards.

There are twelve people inside and outside, four high school students, five junior high school students, and the leader looks no more than twenty-four years old.

"Jiang Wang, right?" Brother Social took a sip of the Ninety-Five Supreme, and puffed smoke from his nostrils and mouth like a humidifier: "You are quite capable."

"People who dare to mess with me," he sneered, took another breath and continued to puff his nostrils: "Don't kneel down and call me grandpa today, don't think about walking out of this store with all your head and tail today. ."

"It's all must and all tails." Ji Linqiu corrected slowly: "In Beijing slang, the last two words should be read yier, you can't say Erhuayin."

Several high school students looked at each other, Jiang Wang looked curious.

Society brother pretended to be embarrassed in public, and raised his eyebrows in anger and cursed: "Who is this teacher who stepped on the horse? Who let a teacher in on the horse?!"

The gangster in charge of stalking said in a panic: "He came over suddenly, I can't help it."

"Listen clearly, if you offend me, Master Gong, you offend Zhanlong Feitian!" The social brother roared back: "If you say nonsense again, I will **** you first!"

Ji Linqiu sat in a relaxed posture, propped up his chin and repeated it playfully.

“…do, me?”

Jiang Wang's heart suddenly felt like being scratched.

Several students couldn't bear this kind gaze at all, so they held back for a long time to save the scene.

"Brother Gong, he taught us a few things, why don't you let him go..."

"Yes, Brother Gong, he is an English teacher, he doesn't know anything, it's none of his business."

"I'm going to use the teacher to make a knife today." Brother Social backhand slapped the sharp knife on the table and inserted it between Jiang Wang and Ji Linqiu, full of meaning to fight hard.

"It's great to be a teacher? It's great to be a business?" The young people in the society were even more hostile, stepping directly on the middle of the table with one foot: "Those who dare to rob labor and capital, you are paralyzed!"

Jiang Wang had planned for a long time, but the sudden addition of a primary school teacher in the battle made the atmosphere absurd and wonderful.

Ji Linqiu stood up slowly.

"Master Gong, the leader of Zhanlong Feitian, right?"

As soon as he stood up, several escorts next to him all followed and alerted.

"Knifegame, have you heard of it."

The young man drooped his eyes, his long eyelashes a little warped.

He seemed to be completely unaware of the danger, and reached out to take the sharp knife in Brother Gong's hand.

"What are you doing?!"

"I warn you!"

"Teacher, don't mess around!!"

Jiang Wang didn't make a sound to stop him, just folded his fingers and watched silently.

Ji Linqiu opened his right hand on the table and laid it flat on the table. The knuckles of the hand used to write chalk are distinct and the edges of the nails are trimmed to look good.

He hummed in embarrassment, and the sharp knife in his left hand turned a flower neatly.

Without waiting for anyone to react in the next second, the tip of the knife turned upside down like a falling star.

Ji Linqiuping glanced at these students, and turned the flower with his left hand again, like playing with a ballpoint pen, turning the sharp knife upside down, stabbing from the right side of the tail finger all the way to the left side of the thumb!

The time before and after is only a split second, and the whole finger will be destroyed on the spot!

Jiang Wang raised his lips and whistled.

Ji Linqiu stared at the social man and said unhurriedly, "You are their leader."

"I ask you, do you dare."

It is difficult for a person to have two contradictory lights at the same time.

It is both gentle and pure, and sharp and arrogant.

The social man turned pale, and instinctively took a step back when he wanted to find the dagger in the opponent's hand.

"Don't retreat." Jiang Wang said lazily: "The door is locked, why are you retreating?"

"You—" The social man motioned for his subordinates to take out both the knife and the stick, thinking that if they were to bleed a little today, they would have to protect the face of the gang.

The students present did not expect that he would give such an order, and even if he took the arrogant guy, he dared not point it at the teacher.

—If only this foreigner came today, they would never hesitate for a second, and would even be eager to try.

Jiang Wang raised his hand to signal a pause.

"That, hold on."

Everyone turned their heads.

The man took out the hand-operated folding chainsaw from the mountaineering bag, unfolded it to a length of nearly one meter five, and pulled it twice with a kind expression.

The sound of a crazy motor that can saw through a skull resounded through Aunt Hu's noodle shop.

The social man saw his eyes go straight when he saw the chainsaw.

"Unlock and unlock! I don't want to fight! Let me go out!"

"Open the door!! People!!"

Ji Linqiu sat beside him watching Jiang Wang play the chainsaw, took a sip of tea and said, "Are you ready?"

"The crystallization of wisdom in the industrial age," Jiang Wang sincerely praised: "Who wants to fight melee with this thing."

Several junior high school valet have hid in the corner with knives, they can't escape, but they can't beat them.

The elder brother of the gang was already smashing the door with his fist, and many people outside were curious and pointed.

"How many of them?"

"Yeah, I heard that you didn't finish junior high school, and you still pointed a knife at the teacher?"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk"

Jiang Wang seemed to be playing with a big motor, the whole noodle shop was shrouded in the classic sound effect of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the social brother directly screamed: "I won't fight, I won't fight anymore I surrendered! I surrendered!!"

"Help me!"

Jiang Wang reached out his hand to turn off the chainsaw, knocked on the table and said, "Stand in two teams and line up neatly."

"The one at the door, come here and stand in line."

The elder brother of the gang was so frightened that he collapsed by the door and couldn't stand up.

Ji Linqiu picked up the chainsaw curiously.

Society brother scrambling and crawling to the team to stand up, while being punished to stand while crying, has never suffered such grievances.

"Okay, Uncle Chen, torture people?" Jiang Wang turned his head and said.

The old man in the corner of the noodle shop hadn't finished eating, so he wiped his mouth and opened the canvas bag in public.

It was filled with bright silver handcuffs.

Seeing more than a dozen people lined up in handcuffs and receiving education from the police, Jiang Wang stood at the door and squinted to blow air.

"It's almost time," Ji Linqiu put her hair behind her ear: "I'll go back to teach Xingwang."

"What did he tell you about today?" Jiang Wang laughed dumbly: "Children know how to make up their minds."

"No, I also happened to join in the fun." Ji Linqiu smiled softly and turned to leave.

"Wait."

Jiang Wang stopped him and made a knifegame gesture.

"I don't dare to come here easily, how can you do this?"

Ji Linqiu let out a cry, put one hand in his pocket and laughed, the white jade pendant on his wrist flickered.

"I don't even have a magazine to teach in the mountains, it's boring."

-2-

The shock of successfully defending the justice of Hongshan District was no longer than the few seconds of witnessing the teacher playing with the knife.

When Jiang Wang dealt with emergencies, most of his mind was still filled with work and rationality. After returning home, he became better and better.

The game of knives is very popular among the soldiers in the United States, and it is originally the western culture of their side.

But this kind of thing is done by Ji Linqiu, who is holding books to the students every day, which is extraordinarily different.

He thought he was very familiar with the teacher, but now he has a lot of things he wants to know more about.

What is in line with the usual but unreasonable is that after this incident, Ji Linqiu continued to go to school like no one else at school, the children still chatted around him and quietly kissed his face, and the parents also Pulling his sleeves and chatting non-stop, his face is full of appreciation and liking.

Jiang Wang looked behind the crowd for a while while picking up the child from school.

Peng Xingwang looked up and observed him: "Brother, do you want to get closer too? Come early next time."

Jiang Wang reached out and cut his head.

"Ah! Why are you knocking me again!"

Following the begging and begging for mercy by the gangsters, Zhanlongfeitian and other related organizations were quickly removed.

This kind of small gang has no fixed base at all, it is purely a combination of unemployed people and second-stage children pretending to be dreaming, and it will collapse with a single blow and have no resistance.

In any case, this is to cleanse the social atmosphere and eliminate potential safety hazards.

The police station specially issued a certificate to Jiang Wang.

"Excellent Citizen of Hongshan District"

Jiang Wang took a group photo with the police comrades with the award in both hands.

"Everyone is for me, I am for everyone. This is what I should do, thank you for the encouragement."

The man deliberately wore a more handsome pure black leather jacket, and his back was hot with sweat after taking the photo.

But wearing this is really handsome, looking like the eldest brother in the TV series Congliang, especially righteous and brave.

Peng Xingwang strolled the award certificate to the side wall of the living room on his feet, staring at himself smiling silly in the photo for a few seconds.

"The eyes are too small to look good." He sighed softly: "If only I looked like a big brother."

Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and pulled the child's face to both sides: "What are you thinking?"

…It was clearly carved out of a mold.

Having said that, Jiang Wang discovered some details earlier.

The current Peng Xingwang is very likely to be very different from when he was a child.

He knew exactly what he looked like in his early ten years.

Peng Xingwang has not suffered for many years in the future, but he was pulled out of the abyss by himself twenty years later. It looks very pleasing.

The man looked at his appearance for a while, and reassured: "It's okay, it's good to be naive."

The child was silent for two seconds, not thinking it was a compliment at all.

"That's right..." Peng Xingwang took out a receipt from his schoolbag and hesitantly said, "There are summer camp activities in the school, but you can participate or not."

Jiang Wang took a look at the list and had a little idea.

Summer camp is only a few days away. In fact, it is a group of teachers who take the children on an outing in the surrounding area to give parents a holiday in disguise.

He signed the agreement in two strokes, and pointed the tip of the pen on the paper to see what else to fill in the back.

The child came to the side, for fear that he did not see the price clearly.

"Two thousand eight..."

Jiang Wang stopped to see him.

Peng Xingwang was a little at a loss: "Why don't I write an account book, and I will pay you back when I grow up."

He couldn't understand this feeling of detachment from his parents' blood relationship, he didn't want to show his filial piety, but he also tried his best to reciprocate.

This is hard for a seven-year-old.

Jiang Wang pondered for a while and filled in the address bar number at the back.

"Actually, your eldest brother was taken care of by many people like this when he was a child."

He said slowly: "If you feel embarrassed, when you grow up and meet children who have a bad life, it's good to help them more."

"If you can't meet such a child, and save the kitten and puppy who are about to freeze to death on the roadside, the eldest brother will be very satisfied."

Peng Xingwang took the receipt and nodded earnestly, staring at the words on it for a while.

Jiang Wang knows that the child has too many concerns, but it is impossible to say that in fact I am you and you are me, and can only rub his head over and over again like a dog.

The child let out a long sigh.

"Brother," he held up the receipt, "your birthday is actually on the same day as mine!"

"And it's the day after tomorrow!"

Jiang Wang's hand stopped in midair.

Oops, he forgot about it.

Before filling in the date on the timeline, the birthday has not changed.

Peng Xingwang would look at the ID number information in the first grade, and when he saw 19780711, he caught the key at a glance.

The child seemed to be afraid that he had read it wrong, and handed the receipt to him: "Really?!"

Big brother nodded slowly: "Okay... what a coincidence."

Peng Xingwang cheered loudly.

He seems to realize that he is actually a lucky child. He is as happy as the three-good student award to be able to have the same birthday as the big brother he admires.

"Big brother, big brother! We actually have a super destiny!"

"Then, then, can I celebrate your birthday! I want to sing to you!!"

Jiang Wang reached out and covered his face.

Trouble.

Let's not mention that he hasn't had his birthday in the past ten years, and sometimes he has given his colleagues a serious excuse to go out to eat and drink.

To celebrate each other's birthdays for yourself is like calling into a mirror.

Peng Xingwang only thought that he was embarrassed, and simply pulled out the piggy tail of the piggy bank, held out all the coins and notes in it, and hummed a song before going out to order a cake for him.

"Wait." Jiang Wang was really embarrassed, the iron-blooded man had never eaten cake with a child in his life.

He stopped Peng Xingwang, but he couldn't speak when he saw the bright smile of the child.

So if she refused, she twisted it back into her stomach.

"Don't order chocolate flavor," the man said with a sullen expression: "Nor strawberry, just ordinary cake."

"Okay!"

On the 11th of July, the alarm clock hadn't rang, and the child blew the ribbon and exploded as if someone shot.

Jiang Wang simply ejected the quilt from his sleep, and his temples throbbed when he saw Peng Xing with the paper crown on his head.

"Big! Birthday! Star!" The child put on a birthday hat on tiptoe: "Happy birthday!"

Peng Xingwang was actually embarrassed, but he still mustered up the courage to give him the birthday card he wrote, and took out a gift wrapped in red card paper from the king's cloak surrounded by bath towels .

"Thank you! Thank you! You!" He said loudly: "Brother, I love you!"

Before Jiang Wang could react, the child ran away: "I'm going to school!"

Jiang Wang took a deep breath and lowered his head to open the greeting card after witnessing the whole process of his shy behavior as a child.

The greeting card was bought at the canteen next to the school. It can be seen that the child is trying hard to avoid the cardboards full of flower fairy Ultraman and find the most minimalist perfume card.

I wish you Dao 700 years old!

Be sure to be happy!

Your Peng Xingxing”

Twenty-eight five-pointed stars are drawn with crayon next to it.

Jiang Wang rubbed his brows and kept laughing, now he wants to press the child back to practice calligraphy.

I’m going to the second grade, and I’m going to be in the second grade.

The cardboard can be seen from the package he wrapped with double-sided tape in art class. The corners are crooked and the adhesive surface is exposed, but the front of the gift was drawn on the red cardboard with a pencil Two adults were holding a child, and a crow flew in the sky.

…Give me a birthday present and remember Mr. Huaji, okay.

Jiang Wang's expression was disgusting, he got up and took a fruit knife and slowly opened the paper along the glue surface, not willing to destroy the stickman drawn by the child.

After he came to this world, every second he spent with Xingwang was like exploring his forgotten self.

In the repressed, numb, fierce adult shell, the once fresh, happy and bright self.

The gift is like an onion, carefully wrapped in three layers.

Two layers of gift paper were peeled off, and inside was a wooden box.

Something moved in Jiang Wang's memory, but he couldn't remember where the box appeared.

When the box is opened, a little bear crystal ball is revealed.

The plush resin bear hugged the crystal ball and slept soundly. The crystal ball was a brightly lit log cabin, and it was also the home of the bear's dream.

Shake it gently, and the bright six-pointed snowflakes dance along with it, and the forest cabin is even warmer.

He remembered.

This was the last toy his mother bought him before leaving the city.

But Peng Xingwang gave it to him again.

Jiang Wang never dared to ask for anything at home when he was a child.

Even if it's her birthday, she's smart enough to pretend she doesn't know anything.

He couldn't remember the trivial quarrel when his mother left, but he only remembered that it snowed a lot that day, and the sky was so gray that the moon could not be seen.

The woman bought him the bear he had been looking at for a long time in the window, then kissed his forehead and left.

The little bear was locked in the back of the bookcase, and was forgotten by everyone.

Jiang Wang stood holding the crystal ball for a long time, and suddenly realized that his twenty-eight-year-old self sometimes still couldn't guess the eight-year-old self.

The child gave this forgotten home to himself, what did he want to say.

Jiang Wang scratched his hair irritably, suddenly not knowing what kind of gift he should give back when he picked him up from school at night.

The star has given him the most precious and the only gift that he can take out.

It seems like I want to thank him for his care and protection these days, and it seems like I want to tell more secrets that I dare not say in my heart.

Jiang Wang skipped a half-day shift and visited most of the gift shops in the city.

Expensive is not good, cheap is not good, nothing is good.

The man really had no choice, so he called Ji Linqiu halfway, and then he suddenly became enlightened.

When school time came, Peng Xingwang walked out with Teacher Ji anxiously, as if waiting for an answer from Jiang Wang.

Men are still cool.

Wearing the best looking motorcycle jacket, waiting for him with pockets in the middle of a group of gray-haired grandfathers and old ladies.

Mr. Ji patted her shoulder lightly, Peng Xingwang trotted over, still embarrassed.

Jiang Wang picked him up and kissed him very hard in public.

"I'll call you brother."

"I am your brother."