Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Ji Linqiu waited until Peng Xing looked into the room to do his homework before calling Jiang Wang aside.

“Why did you send me a card too?”

Jiang Wang wanted to light a cigarette before answering him, but remembering that he didn't seem to like smoking by himself, he put down his groping hand.

So had to face the problem immediately.

"Because...respect." He said the first sentence slowly, and the second sentence quickly: "You have changed me a lot."

Ji Linqiu looked at him suspiciously and seemed to accept this explanation.

"It won't be the stars that force you to write it." He asked him again: "If that's the case...I would feel a pity."

"Why is it a pity?" Jiang Wang finally looked at each other.

"Because," Ji Linqiu was also asked, thinking for a few seconds before answering: "I hope you really want to write me a greeting card."

Not out of coping.

"Of course I mean it."

Jiang Wang finished answering, as if he was afraid of other questions, he left quickly.

He went back to his room and sat at the end of the bed for a while, not knowing what he was doing.

Others didn't understand, but found that I didn't want to smoke at all.

Maybe for a long time, he smoked just to escape some problems temporarily.

He probably doesn't need to smoke at all.

Life went by smoothly. One night, Peng Jiahui suddenly sent a text message.

I didn't seem to be in a good mood when sending the message.

"Boss Jiang, are you free to have a drink with my buddy?"

Jiang Wang was drinking beer to watch football at that time. He neither likes drinking beer at night nor drinking football. He just occasionally misses the life in the next twenty years.

Look at the watch at 11:30 in the evening, it is really not a good time.

I thought about it, but I didn't refuse.

The wine glass in front of Peng Minghui was full, and the empty glass was also filled.

When Jiang Wang sat in front of him, the middle-aged man had already drank a little and burped before he could speak.

Jiang Wang came here today and has no intention of being a nanny for this bastard, just to see what this guy wants to toss.

It may also be because he was called brother by his father in the middle of the night, so he could only bite the bullet.

"Dumped again?" He said calmly: "You also said that love is not a good thing."

Peng Jiahui waved his hand, taking care of himself.

The beer barrels in the barbecue shop are actually mixed with water, the degree is not as high as that in the freezer, and it is durable.

Wait for more than half of the cup to be eaten before Peng Jiahui spoke with a sullen face and slapped some skewers. The content was nothing more than how much he was angry in the company.

In the past two months, in order to get promotion and salary increase, Peng Jiahui took the initiative to take on difficult and troublesome work to solve the company's problems.

He turned his head and the supervisor above took this achievement to himself as a reward for his merits, without even mentioning Peng Jiahui.

"Fuck it, it's all for my grandson."

Jiang Wang thought to himself that this kind of boss might have to wear small shoes for you in the future, but he didn't say anything, he only occasionally took two sips of malt beer and listened quietly.

When he sees that his father is not doing well, his heart will be dark, and his conscience will not be so painful.

After all, when I was a child, I was beaten so many times that I cried and cried.

Peng Jiahui scolded him so hard that he even scolded himself, and he felt distressed about the money when he drank. He also carefully sipped off the rim of the cup. After all, he didn't get a penny of the bonus.

After scolding enough, I finally rested for a while, looking over as if waiting for Jiang Wang to speak.

Jiang Wang looked at him, but did not speak.

I'm not Doraemon, I can help you with everything, so just listen to the complaints here and don't interfere.

Peng Jiahui couldn't look at someone with Jiang Wang's temperament for too long.

"What else can I do."

The worst part of being an adult is here.

As a primary school student, as a junior high school student, you can ask the teacher if you encounter difficult problems, and parents if you have troubles.

Peng Jiahui's expression became very bitter, as if he finally began to understand the world directly after sober, and passively accepted the polishing.

"Should I resign now?" He muttered: "Still follow up and report the problem, or find a new unit before running?"

Jiang Wang beckoned: "Madam, roast five more scallops, don't put minced garlic!"

The proprietress responded and put a lot of garlic in her hand.

Jiang Wang: “…”

Peng Jiahui was tangled and tired, and finally chose the one that looked the best, and asked Jiang Wang nervously.

"How about I jump to a better place?"

Jiang Wang was noncommittal, saying that he was still listening.

"Yes, change jobs," Peng Jiahui encouraged himself: "I have enough business ability, I can change jobs, I will do my best!"

He accompanied his father to drink from eleven thirty in the evening to one in the morning.

The living room was still lit when I returned home, and Ji Linqiu was still writing lesson plans.

Jiang Wang smelled the smell of beer and garlic before entering the door, and then walked in like a dog.

Ji Linqiu didn't lift her head: "Don't ask, I just finished my homework."

"Don't ask, promise not to ask." Jiang Wang raised his hands and wondered if he had complained about the teacher's profession too many times, making Ji Linqiu so nervous.

However, most of the profession is to be a grandson, and he himself said some nonsense when buying goods from the publisher.

Ji Linqiu wrote accumulatively, rubbed her brows against the back of the chair, and sniffed casually.

"You went out to have a meal with your friends and didn't bring me something to eat?"

"No," Jiang Wang did not change his face: "Night supper hurts the stomach, I have a good conscience."

Ji Linqiu was too tired to argue with him, so he first fell from the back of the chair to the table, paralyzed for a while, and then forced himself up to write a lesson plan.

Jiang Wang watched for a while, and helped to adjust the angle of the lamp.

"Tomorrow I will also put a lamp in this batch of documents. The living room is very cozy."

Jiang Wangzhen did this the next day, and Peng Xingwang was so upset when he saw it that he wanted to write together.

I really moved a stack of homework and extracurricular books to Teacher Ji's side, and set up a third desk lamp.

The long log table used for the high-profile and gorgeous dinner party has officially become an office desk.

Ji Linqiu looked up at them a couple of times in the middle, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at." Jiang Wang didn't lift his head: "I'm busy with my work, don't disturb me."

Peng Xingwang nodded. After finishing his homework, he still lingered. He practiced words for a while and continued to read.

It was fine at first, but after a long time, the two adults couldn't stand it.

Peng Xing looks good everywhere, and he knows how to change some of the stinky things.

I just like to think of books as menus.

He likes to read books, and relying on his family to open a bookstore, he has read all the Chinese texts from grades two to six.

Then I rushed to read the long texts and recommended readings in junior high school, and read them with great interest.

Looking and holding a book to read with my brother and teacher.

"—they eat very elegantly, holding the oysters in a small handkerchief, with their heads slightly forward, so as not to soil their robes; , oyster shells thrown into the sea."

Blink after reading.

"Have you ever sucked oysters, brother?"

Ji Linqiu is still changing her English homework: "Oysters are oysters, you have eaten them."

Peng Xingwang was envious when he heard this, and began to be full of hints.

Jiang Wang fully understood what he meant and refused mercilessly: "It's ten o'clock in the evening, and it's also the weekend to eat oysters."

Peng Xingwang tried to struggle: "Brother, don't you want to invite Teacher Ji to eat oysters!"

Ji Linqiu didn't give a chance: "No, Teacher Ji nourishes his stomach at night and doesn't eat."

The child whimpered and collapsed.

After two days, Peng Xingwang took this book and read it, and then suddenly said that he wanted to eat salted duck eggs.

Jiang Wang knew that this child listened to the wind as rain, and refused decisively with the keyboard.

"It's 11:40, you should go take a shower and sleep now."

Mr. Ji was burying her head in writing the report and nodded in agreement.

Peng Xing hoped that the thief would not die, and read it to them in a loud voice.

“The characteristic of Gaoyou salted egg is that it is fine and oily. The protein is soft and tender, unlike the dryness and powder of other places. The mouth is like chewing lime.

Ji Linqiu's red pen paused, and continued to read as if he didn't hear it.

"I usually eat it, I usually break the "empty head" and eat it with chopsticks. As soon as the chopsticks are pierced, the red oil will come out. The yellow of Gaoyou salted eggs is red. ."

Jiang Wang was focusing on replying to his emails, even typing spaces and changing lines in the middle, which was basically unaffected.

Peng Xingwang persevered, read the whole article line by line, and read it with sound and emotion.

Then stop abruptly at the end and look left and right in the silence to see how they both react.

Jiang Wang stood up with a dark face: "I went to the supermarket to buy duck eggs, there should be a supermarket open at this point."

Ji Linqiu sighed and covered the red pen: "...I'm going to cook porridge."

I really boiled millet porridge at night. The golden millet was fully stirred and boiled until it was bubbling.

When the smell of porridge drifted into the small yard, Jiang Wang pushed in the door with a bag of salted duck eggs, stood on the shoulder of Jilinqiu, washed the eggs and cut the eggs, cut out the golden red egg yolk, and the petals Set up like this.

Peng Xingwang took a look at the kitchen door.

"Brother, did you buy red duck eggs from Gaoyou?"

"Grandpa Wang said that Beijing's eggs are not authentic, and Beijing's eggs are light yellow!"

Jiang Wang couldn't bear it any longer: "Yes yes yes! Come and get chopsticks and bowls!"

Ji Linqiu held back a smile and turned off the fire, scooping the porridge into a bowl.

Peng Xingwang was waiting by the side, looking at Teacher Ji carefully: "Teacher, are we really eating Gaoyou's eggs?"

Ji Linqiu glanced at Jiang Wang, who wiped his neck.

"Yes," Ji Linqiu meekly helped deceive the child: "It must be."