Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Jiang Wang rarely thought about the future.

Before adopting Peng Xingwang, his life was like a cedar tree.

Lonely and cold, even the branches and leaves are stingy to extend the simplest lines, refusing to have more shapes.

He suddenly has a lot of things to care about now, and he is very willing to save money to cope with the wave of change in the future.

This busy, really busy for nearly three months, abruptly from October to mid-January.

The main focus is on the matchmaking of many network resources in Yuhan, as well as the formal preparation of the Golden Twelve Volumes.

Jiang Wang set up an editorial committee first, and came up with a complete set of papers from the first to the third grade, and distributed them to the five high school students for free.

He originally thought that this batch of papers would have to wait for at least one semester to receive feedback, but it took three to seven days for the students in the provincial capital to complete a set of papers.

A set of twelve, on average, two to four per day.

Awesome. Really awesome.

Duan Zhao and several other teachers were eating hot pot with him, digging out the hearts while sipping the tripe.

"Your question - it's really not difficult enough, so it's not worth it."

Boss Jiang's smile froze: "You said this is difficult, does it have a reference?"

"Is it necessary to follow the competition questions?"

"Hey, little Jiang, you're a layman. The competition questions are more important than raising the scope of knowledge points. Some college entrance examination questions are really more difficult than the competition questions."

At present, the team that produces and compiles questions is not good enough."

"Old Chen will comment," Duan Zhao's nose turned red, he took out a tissue and slammed it, and said in a serious tone: "We are also a strong province in education, and the difficulty must be on par with Qidong!"

"That's right, the last year's chemistry questions were not as difficult as ours!"

"...I'm not serious enough about my work." Boss Jiang sincerely apologized: "Next time, it will be difficult to show style and level."

The old man patted his shoulder hard: "Hurry up, my students are waiting to do it. They can finish these questions for you in a week now in the second year of high school. You should reflect more."

Jiang Wang accompanies the teachers to eat and chat quite hits it off, what comes to mind at the end.

"By the way, what is the level of the Beijing Normal University exam around 1998?"

Duan Zhao quickly reacted: "You asked Teacher Ji, right?"

Jiang Wang took a piece of beef tongue for him and poured the wine on it.

"Around 1998, the college entrance examination was stricter than it is now," the old teacher recalled: "Which province is your friend from?"

Jiang Wangyi said, and the old man snorted: "That provincial Olympic number is cruel. I will make it fresh once."

"Going forward seven or eight years, the first grade of the college entrance examination is almost more than 500 points?" The female teacher next to him interjected: "But the score line of Beijing Normal University is really high, and the minimum record this year is also Six hundred and two, if you add some more, you can go to Tsinghua University.”

Duan Zhao laughed: "Maybe people can go to Tsinghua University, just want to be a teacher."

Jiang Wang graduated from junior high school and joined the army. He thought that Ji Linqiu was just studying in an ordinary normal school, but he didn't expect the brand to be so loud.

Six hundred and twenty minutes. He recalled his previous scores in each subject, and drank half a glass of beer with self-awareness.

"Don't feel pressured, buddy, Ji Ge is still a leader, we can set up a banquet and wine if you can read the East China Normal University." Duan Zhao laughed: " When I heard it, I was envious. After eating with him, I went home and dreamed of the college entrance examination several times.

"Don't mention that year," the female teacher waved her hand: "I only need one multiple-choice question, and it breaks my heart to think about it."

After eating the hot pot, everyone chatted and laughed and dispersed, Jiang Wang said goodbye to the last friend, and leaned against the car for a long time to blow the wind.

He wanted to smoke, but because Ji Linqiu wanted to quit smoking, he simply stood.

The wind in winter is like a wild cat scurrying around.

Jiang Wang began to regret not bringing the down jacket from his father.

He got back into the car, turned on the radio station, and continued to ecstasy listening to the old love songs.

In the last life, Ji Linqiu had a bright future.

With his excellent knowledge and ability, it would be easy to live abroad.

In the end, he was trapped in an old city, like giving up his struggle when drowning, his limbs loosened and fell dazed, and he lived a dark and peaceful life.

The more Jiang Wang thought about it, the more his throat choked.

It seemed that bitterness and spiciness came up at the same time, forcing him to red eyes.

Why?

You obviously have so many choices and such a bright future.

You can even go to Tsinghua University.

Jiang Wang calmed his breath for a while, called the secretary, and briefly explained the work.

"I'm going back to Rainbow City first."

"Are you going back early?" The secretary was a little surprised: "Okay, I will arrange a new round of compiling questions here. Please pay attention to safety on the road."

Jiang Wang hung up the phone and drove back.

Fortunately, I didn't drink.

Autumn and winter come together very quickly, and work can make people forget the time.

When he drove back again, the surrounding street trees seemed to have all their leaves swept away by the long wind, leaving only scribbled branches.

The moving car turns into a tiny dot, moving forward in countless criss-cross lines.

The winter wind whistled outside the car window, and the headlights illuminated the snow-like dust.

Jiang Wang was thinking, what will people be trapped in?

A family. Not like.

He avoided his father's beating, and Ji Linqiu fled the mountain village.

Is it sexual?

No, Ji Linqiu in the last life did not have a lover and was alone. How could he choose to give up life directly because of his sexuality.

What will people be trapped in?

Jiang Wang turned the steering wheel. On both sides of the car window were the silent fields like a dry desert. At this moment, there was only a rich and boundless black.

The whole world is nothing but the sound of the wind and the two lights.

He traveled all the way, and stopped breathing at another turn.

…the answer is nonsense.

When there is no link, no warmth, and no traction,

People will fall into a swamp-like sense of meaninglessness and lose their breath step by step.

The world has become an empty and single concept, and all the noisy crowds have nothing to do with themselves.

The loneliness of Ji Linqiu at that time was just like his loneliness at the moment.

The two sides are endless darkness, the distance is endless.

For the first time, Jiang Wang wanted to hold a person's hand tightly, no matter what kind of emotion it was.

He wanted to hold him tight and save him from the endless winter.

Mr. Ji, this time, I also have the opportunity to hug you.

The road is very windy, and Jiang Wang drove home at two o'clock in the morning.

Everyone slept.

He washed quickly and fell asleep.

Wake up again, the windows are full of bright sunshine, the fallen leaves outside the courtyard are colorful, and the big roses are blooming, bright red and bright yellow are very vibrant.

The world becomes alive and prosperous again, as if silence had never been there.

Jiang Wang sat facing the window for a long time after waking up, turned his head to move his arms and legs, and continued to go out to take care of business in the city.

Then pick up Ji Linqiu and Xingwang from school on time, cook and eat with them, watch TV and sleep.

No one knew that he made up his mind last night, and for the first time wanted to accompany someone for a long time.

The strange thing is that Peng Xingwang was a little abnormal before going to bed, hesitatingly pulled Jiang Wang away, and asked him if he could sleep with him.

Jiang Wang felt strange, hugged the quilt and went to accompany him.

As soon as the light was turned off, the child turned over, turned over, and the pancake seemed to not sleep.

Jiang Wang was a little sleepy at first, but he woke up when he heard his tumbling.

"What's the matter, want to hear a story?"

The child hummed for a while.

Jiang Wang yawned and turned on the night light to read three or four books to him. Seeing that Peng Xingwang was gradually calming down, he turned off the light again to prepare for sleep.

Then I heard the child breathing strangely, sometimes suddenly gasping.

"What's the matter with you?"

“…nothing.”

Jiang Wang turned on the light again and looked at Peng Xingwang.

"What's the matter?"

It's weird, I'm also him and he's me too, why sometimes I just can't think of what he's thinking?

Peng Xingwang held back for a while, then whispered, "I'm afraid, I can't sleep."

Jiang Wang had a bad premonition, and out of the sense of responsibility of an adult, he asked.

“…what are you afraid of.”

The child's answer was like stepping on his nerves.

"Fear of death."

Peng Xingwang was embarrassed when he said this, as if he said something very naive, and buried his face in the quilt.

Voices are also reduced.

"...just scary."

Jiang Wang reached out and covered his head.

How could he forget about it.

They are exactly the same.

It seems that one day this idea suddenly crashed into my mind, and since then it has been deeply rooted. Even if I accidentally think of it in my twenties, I will be overwhelmed by the empty horror.

"One day I will disappear."

"One day, all my conscious memories will be gone."

The more you think about it, the more terrifying it becomes, and it's just as deadly as it can't be solved.

Jiang Wang was born and died many times since he became a soldier. He really passed by death several times during the exercise, and he was still afraid after retiring.

He coughed forcefully at the moment, and stretched out his hand to pick Peng Xingwang's head out of the bed.

"How long have you been afraid of this?"

"More than a month," the child said timidly: "Brother, don't think I'm useless, I'm actually only afraid of this, now I'm not afraid of cockroaches."

"No," Jiang Wang reached out and patted him to sleep, and patiently made several excuses, like a big flicker to soothe his emotions.

When he grows up, he will gradually understand the meaning of life. After death, his soul may be preserved along with his beliefs. From philosophy to science, he almost believes it himself.

The child didn't know whether he was being nagged to sleep or was really fooled, after a while his breathing was steady, and then he began to snore loudly.

Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief and got out of bed lightly.

Turn around and hug the quilt to knock on Ji Linqiu's door.

Knocked twice in the next season and came to open the door. The lamp in the bedroom was still on, and it seemed that she was still changing her homework.

"Mr. Ji," Jiang Wang said without blushing, "Peng Xingwang tells me ghost stories, I'm quite afraid."

"Let's make do with one night."

Ji Linqiu smiled at him.

"Are you saying that again?"