Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

"Brother Jiang, I really tried my best this month. There are still several customers who think the room type is not good and the price is too expensive, so I can't talk about it."

Xiaoping shook his cheap suit and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"I know that the performance appraisal at the top is tight. Brother Jiang, please help me. I have two little ones to support in my family."

The man turned his back to him, leaned against the streetlight and smoked silently.

Smoke is cheap Hongta Mountain, and it scatters to the ground like scorched snow.

He held his head flat for a few seconds, then took out a stack of red notes rolled up at the corners, and reached out to stuff the man's old coat that he had been wearing for more than ten years.

"Take it away."

The two salesmen next to them showed panicked eyes and begged: "Brother Jiang—"

"Grace for another two months," the man put the cigarette **** on the street light pole, his voice was low and deep: "I will show you the results of the previous transaction, there is no next time."

Pingtou nodded again and again like waking up from a dream, holding the stack of old bills in his hand, neither taking it away nor accepting it.

The person next to him hurriedly winked and said, "Why are you still stunned, Brother Jiang, let's go to dinner!"

Before Jiang Wang could speak, there was a sudden burst of tearing brakes not far away.

He instinctively kicked away the subordinates beside him, and the next second his throat was sweet and his body rose into the air, and was directly hit in the air by the out-of-control truck.

"Jiang Wang!!"

"Brother Jiang!!"

The world is shaking upside down.

He lost his center of gravity and fell in the reflection of skyscrapers and dilapidated houses.

It fell into the lake with a thud, and everything fell into darkness.

Jiang Wang looked at the gloomy sky, his pupils gradually lost focus.

The police don't even have to notify anyone of the death, either.

What a pity for this coat.

The water of the lake poured into the lungs with rotting moisture, making people want to vomit.

Jiang Wangshen decided to dig out after about ten seconds.

He is average in water but flexible in body. He closed his eyes and endured the smell of blood in his throat and swam up to the heights, thinking that the order in the afternoon might be late.

The chaotic sound is like a train passing through a tunnel, shreds of light hovering above the water.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes and looked up, stretched out his hand to brush away the water plants and kicked hard.

He appeared on the water wet, surrounded by silence.

Something is wrong.

This is not a provincial capital.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath and swam to the shore.

He was hit so that his collar was soaked with blood, his chin was bruised and half of his palm was cut open, and his leather shoes and socks were filled with water.

The park lake has turned into a small river, the city is flat enough to see the horizon at a glance, and at this moment a flock of birds is flying over the clear sky.

Jiang Wang hadn't seen a flock of birds for many years. He supported his body and walked to the height of the dam, and found that something was wrong.

There is a crossroad two hundred meters away, and there is a new newsstand next to it, and the smell of paint is straight to the nose.

He stumbled over, ignoring the strange eyes of passers-by, picked up the local newspaper, and found the date in a crowd of flip phones and health supplement advertisements.

"Fuck."

It is June 10, 2006.

He is back in City A.

Outdated cars and old streets are like the nostalgic set in a period film, and a dog spread his legs and urinated beside his suit pants while he was stunned.

Jiang Wang turned around and walked back to the river without saying a word, and got bored.

It was still 2006 when it surfaced again, but there were a few more children pointing at the shore.

Jiang Wang soaked in water and his face stinks.

"Mom—"

"Go back to dinner! Don't look neurotic!"

The small town woman in floral clothes drove the child back, and the sky gradually darkened.

The man swam back to the shore silently, wringing his clothes and walking deep into the street.

Jiang Wang is very familiar with this place.

Closed and remote, it is a small city in the fifth and sixth tiers with the latest high-speed rail connection, and it is also a ghost place where he left in a hurry when he was a teenager.

The only thing to confirm is…

If it's 2006 now, do I still exist 20 years ago?

The town is not big, you can walk to familiar places in ten minutes.

Someone in the mahjong hall was joking and laughing, and the shuffling sound of ping ping pong pong was like a lottery.

An open-air stall hung a light bulb to sell braised chicken and braised duck.

Everything is exactly like childhood memories.

The man usually has no emotions, but at this moment he kept his voice silent and walked deeper into the narrow street like a memory.

Sometimes the company team will organize movie watching, he knows some things.

The same person on different timelines cannot see each other, otherwise it will trigger antimatter and cause annihilation.

He was just about to forget something completely.

There was an aunt who was chatting with the neighbors with green onions and pork, shaking her hands and sighing when she was excited.

"What a business."

Jiang Wang passed through them and turned into the shanty town, and suddenly heard the cry of a child.

He took a breath.

First, the wine bottle tumbled and fell, and then there was the sound of a broken belt.

"Stop hitting, Dad—please, Dad!!"

The child almost screamed and howled, and the sound cut through the night like a mistreated kitten.

Jiang Wang's blood stagnated in this second, and his original thought of taking a look and leaving was aroused even more impulsiveness.

No, that was me, I couldn't—

The alcoholic overturned the table and smashed the floor, yelling and kicking again.

Then opened her eyes and saw Jiang Wang standing at the corner.

The drunk alcoholic yelled and opened the door to come out to catch him.

Jiang Wang took a deep breath for a second, picked up the child and ran away.

No matter what the laws of time and space are, the world will be destroyed.

The child was caught in the armpit and spoke with a wavy line: "You you you are who are you ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Jiang Wang’s arm strength is amazing and explosive. The physique he has trained for five years as a soldier can run 800 meters under load without breathing at all.

He completely forgot that the alcoholic can't chase very far, as if he had to escape until his last breath was exhausted before he dared to stop.

At first, the little boy squealed and stomped his legs, and then he was silent like a rabbit was caught by the back of the neck.

The two stood in an unfamiliar corner where they had no idea.

After the boy was put down, he didn't dare to scream or run, he even covered his mouth consciously and looked at the stranger under the dim light.

There is a scar at the end of the eye, a broken eyebrow, blood on the clothes, wearing the clothes of the gangster in the Hong Kong film

—definitely not a nice guy.

Jiang Wang propped up the wall with one hand and was still breathing, completely unaware that he was classified as illegal.

The child held back and did not dare to speak.

Jiang Wang glanced at him, stretched out his glove pocket, and took out four bills and a few coins from his waterproof wallet.

Twenty years later, banknotes are no longer needed, and I used to bring them to check property security to facilitate showing customers.

The child became more nervous when he saw that he was counting money, and the ostrich seemed to shrink its neck.

It's over, I guess I'll be sold.

"Hungry."

The child took a deep breath for a few seconds and looked up at him tremblingly.

1.9 meters tall, looking against the light is terrifying.

"Uncle... Hi uncle, my name is Peng Xingwang."

Crap, don't mention this ghost name.

Jiang Wang was even more murderous, frowned and said, "I asked you what you want to eat."

Children Peng Xingwang was already trembling, and now he insisted: "Uncle, I can pick up bottles and do arithmetic. Don't sell me to the coal mine, okay?"

Jiang Wang grinded his teeth and walked forward with his collar.

"I am staying with me at the guest house tonight."

He randomly found a barbecue stall, ordered two cans of beer and a plate of fried noodles, and thought about ordering a bowl of egg porridge for the child.

Peng Xingwang hadn't eaten anything decent for three days. He couldn't even run away with hot porridge.

Jiang Wang finished drinking two cans of beer with a sullen face, feeling as stinky and damp as his clothes.

The child across the table was wearing fat old clothes with a pink cartoon pig printed on it. At first glance, the neighbor aunt couldn't stand it and gave him the leftovers of her daughter.

Peng Xingwang swallowed when he smelled the meat smell of cumin mutton skewers.

Jiang Wang's eyes were poisonous, and he felt even more angry when he saw this scene.

"Eat if you're hungry."

"No food, no food." The child shook his head: "I'm full."

Jiang Wang pushed the plate over with a straight face.

“Eat or not?”

Peng Xingwang nibbled at the mutton kebab with tears in his eyes, cowardly when he was frightened.

Jiang Wang, a member of the army gave him the nickname 89 sniper soul chaser. Before retiring, he dared to kill wild wolves in cross-country training. After retiring, he could sell a dozen suites with a straight face. Excessive temper.

The 20-year-old slug is very popular now.

Peng Xingwang ate clean skewers and scooped up the bottom of the porridge with a small spoon. Seeing the remaining half of the bowl of fried noodles on the opposite side, he showed a pity expression. He followed the strange man obediently and continued to walk without daring to resist.

"Uncle."

"Don't call me uncle."

Peng Xingwang nodded and said in a low voice, "Thank you, uncle."

“…call me Big Brother.”

Someone's underworld identity is completely confirmed by children.

The guy in the guest house looked at his ID card and thought he was not from the city.

As soon as Peng Xingwang came back to a place like this, he felt a little sad when he thought that he would have to dig coal in the kiln tomorrow, biting his mouth with a tangled face.

Jiang Wang did not wait for the person to see the registration date of the ID card, and urged with a cold face: "Can you still open it?"

"Open, open." The man returned in a hurry, instructed him to register his name and phone number, and took the key to lead the two of them to open the room.

Jiang Wang glanced at him before closing the door: "Give me a cigarette."

The guy carefully took out two for him.

"Fire."

Jiang Wang went to the toilet and simply washed his hair and face, took off his dirty clothes, soaked them in water and dipped them in the sun on the balcony. Broken hands tied with gauze on medicine.

The little boy watched quietly for a while, and handed a cotton swab to the underworld elder brother who had just finished shopping.

I have some brains.

Jiang Wang praised himself inwardly and motioned him to lift up his clothes: "I'll help you get the medicine."

Don't turn your head and lift your clothes, the bruising and purple scars are all exposed.

I used a wooden board with nails before, and it was scratched in several places.

Jiang Wang's eyes became colder, and he dealt with his wounds without saying a word.

The child suddenly choked and cried.

Jiang Wang paused: "Does it hurt you?"