Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

When I woke up again, there was a goose feather outside the window.

When it snows in winter, it is quieter outside than inside.

The sound of heaven and earth melted into the snow in the mountains, and the flow of time seemed to be frozen.

When it snows in Rainbow City, the city gets older. The drainage pipes were dripping with gray-black water, the muddy ice **** was piled up on both sides of the street, and the white snow was cut and swallowed by the narrow eaves, and finally it looked cramped and cramped.

When Jiang Wang changed his clothes and went downstairs, Ji's mother was leaning on the carved swirl column to watch the snow.

The old houses in the countryside are all wooden buildings, and there are small beasts with vague outlines standing on the raised eaves.

The smoke from the back kitchen kept wafting. When the daughter was busy, she went to the front of the yard to take a breath and looked at the distant mountains with her mother.

"The glutinous rice **** are all steamed."

"It's good to snow on the 29th and 30th of the twelfth lunar month.

She seemed to be instructing God, babbling to the cold wind of no one.

"It's unlucky when it first snows. Don't fall."

Ji Changxia has been in the city for too long, so she doesn't remember those farmer's proverbs. .

Jiang Wang stood on the stairs to witness the whole process.

As soon as the snow fell, these two women seemed to finally break free from their established roles for a short while.

He was a little confused for a moment.

Ji Linqiu went out with his father early in the morning.

He has an aloof and quiet temperament, and he just listened to what Jiang Wang said on the first day he came to Zhouxiang, and asked for an order to visit each house as if to pay off his debts.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but this kind of visit is purely a manifestation of the filial piety and respect of the younger generation, and it doesn't make much difference which day.

Ji Guoshen was pruning the plum blossom branches in the yard in the morning. When he asked about this, everyone was stunned, as if he brought the wrong son home.

Ji Linqiu thought he didn't hear clearly.

"You can tell me about who I should see first according to the rules, whether to bow or kowtow, I will go through the process from family to family."

In short, he came back to take care of his parents in the village. He was very indifferent to the salute, and he didn't feel humiliated.

Ji Guoshen didn't know how his son suddenly figured it out. A stubborn bone could not be screwed back before, and if he was forced to break it, it would be broken and smashed, and he had to wait for a long time.

He embarrassed: "It's good that you came back, you don't need to go to pay New Year's greetings."

And as if I didn't express my heart enough, I called Chen Danhong on purpose, and said together, "Next year, you don't have to come back, so that people won't let you drink every day and disturb you."

"It's okay, it's good for us two to celebrate the New Year with your sister," Ji's mother also smirked: "Just remember to come back and visit us occasionally."

Ji Linqiu was suddenly willing to come back for the New Year, and their long-awaited wishes were suddenly fulfilled, so that the two old people were like children, even a little obedient, to please him.

Seeing their expressions, Ji Linqiu suddenly remembered the children he taught, and quickly responded uncomfortably, explaining that he was just going out for a walk to see the old people.

Father Ji took Ji Linqiu out of the house, and it was a bit incredible to see him calmly following behind him.

Several parents and seniors were surprised and surprised when they met the juniors to say hello. The mother-in-law and aunt laughed so hard that they couldn't close their mouths, and even stuffed the cake red envelopes into Ji Linqiu's arms, and even treated him as a teenage child.

"You used to be the most diligent in studying in the village, but now my grandson is in primary school, and we tell him every day, learn from your brother Linqiu, your brother Linqiu has gone to Beijing to study at university!"

Ji Guoshen took his son to see his brothers and relatives again, and finally proved that he has a reliable and filial son, as relaxed as a few shackles on his shoulders fell off in response, with a lot of smiles and spirits.

Ji Linqiu accompanied him to visit seven or eight families in the morning, each of them felt familiar and unfamiliar, and often waited for Ji's father to tell him what to call, and then the eldest aunt and second aunt shouted all the way.

As for whether the aunt is an aunt or a grandma, I have no clue in the end.

Whoever sees him will smile and say, 'I hugged you several times when you were young', 'You went to the river with me to catch fish when you were young, do you remember? ’.

Of course not.

Ji Linqiu smiled and answered all the way, and when he saw those old faces, there was no corresponding memory picture at all.

He politely declined all the red envelopes, but passively accepted several rolls of brown sugar shortbread, followed his father to stop and go, sat and went to the next house, a little moved.

Why these strangers, old people who are separated by blood, want to keep the memories of his childhood?

Maybe it was too long in the mountains.

The younger generation grows up and leaves, they still live outside the wells, pulling and restricting each other, and finally grow old alone with old memories.

Ji Linqiu suddenly couldn't find her emotions again.

He knew that he was far away from these elders and relatives, and today he just nodded briefly and said Happy New Year with a smile.

In the future, when I return to Hongcheng or Yuhan, the faces of my aunts and uncles will quickly fade in memory.

He just seemed to suddenly understand them.

When the female relatives saw that Ji Linqiu was mostly pity and love, the old ladies would gently touch his cheeks with wrinkled hands, as if they couldn't believe that the little baby back then was so big now.

But male relatives always have to express their opinions several times, and they are not shy to be a father to everyone, and to be a father repeatedly.

Ji Guoshen is of low seniority in front of some relatives. In this case, he can only listen with a smile, and he is worried that his son will be angry.

"Your father is also old, you have to let him hold a grandson quickly."

Without waiting for Ji Linqiu to speak, the old man waved his cane, sat up straight for a few minutes, and continued: "Since the conditions are good, then you can choose a girl with a good job and a good family who can get married."

He thought about it for a while, and then generously relaxed his requirements: "It's okay to marry a foreign girl and fight for face in our village."

The relatives sitting around laughed.

Ji Linqiu responded with a smile on his face, thinking about what he would do if it was Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang's nonsense talk is smoother than he is, and he can coax all the old men and the old ladies into ecstasy.

Turn around and estimate that there will be peaceful evolution. First, bring your parents to the provincial capital and introduce some old ladies who are square dancers who practice calligraphy and cards, and wait for the circle of friends to develop well.

Then take them slowly away from the small mountain village.

No smoke, no noise.

Ji Guoshen hurriedly said, "There's no need to cut back on it. If we meet a girl we like in Linqiu, we still have some wealth, so we should be able to handle it."

"It's up to you," the uncle said sternly: "The woman's dowry must be according to ours. You can't be thin-skinned at this time, otherwise what will you use to raise your children in the future, right?"

A group of fathers gave a few words here, and two o'clock there, and the time flew by.

It was noon when I returned home for lunch.

Jiang Wanggang called Peng Xingwang to confirm that everything is fine with the child.

Peng Xingwang was buzzing on the phone, and the sound of firecrackers and fireworks kept going.

"Brother! Happy New Year! Don't forget to say hello to Teacher Ji!!"

The child shouted: "I'm still shooting, my dad bought me two kicks!!"

Jiang Wangfu couldn't hear clearly, took the phone and yelled back: "Buy-what-"

"Two! Kick! Foot!!"

"Go play!" The man didn't bother to care about him: "Look at it! Don't blow yourself up!"

"Okay—"

As soon as the phone hangs up, Ji Linqiu just turned into the house from the west, holding a bunch of wild camellias in his hand, all of which are the size of the mouth of a bowl, bright and gratifying.

Jiang Wang ran to find a glass soda bottle for him. The uneven flower branches were poured into it and sprinkled with water, very similar to the British oil painting.

Boss Jiang looked at the leisurely and elegantly helping flower arrangement, and said rudely: "In the afternoon, let's go to that idiot."

Ji Linqiu was still fiddling with the branches and leaves, glanced at him and reacted: "Shall we take the initiative to go?"

"Well, it's better to hit the sun if you choose a day," Boss Jiang squeezed the edge of the petals, and seemed to be playing a hooligan with someone: "Besides, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, you still want to save this mess until the new one. a year?"

When Ji Linqiu thought of seeing that person again, she instinctively queasy.

"Never mind." He seemed to say to himself, "It's not a big deal."

"You feel disgusting when you think about it, which means it's not over." Jiang Wang looked up at him: "What's this person's name?"

"Shi Hao, in his forties."

Shi Hao has a relationship with the Ji family who can barely get along, but because he can drink and brag, he has a good relationship with a group of men in the village.

When Ji Linqiu was in her early twenties, she and her parents went to the next house for dinner, and happened to sit at a table with this man, and changed seats with her sister halfway through.

Thinking about it now makes me sick.

Jiang Wang said solemnly after listening to the cause and effect: "I have to go."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Hmm."

"It's easy," the man turned back to the house: "Wait for me."

Ji Linqiu thought he was going back to the house to get the murder weapon, so he stopped: "What are you going to get?"

"It's nothing, change into rich clothes, put on oil and tie."

"Good guy," Ji Linqiu said with a smile: "Are you going on a blind date?"

The experienced Jianghu boss squinted his eyes and his voice was gentle and dangerous.

"Wait in front of this mentally retarded, don't say anything, and be a background board with peace of mind."