Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Shi Hao does not live alone, he also has a teenage older brother who has gray hair.

When Jiang Wang knocked on the door, Shi Hao only opened the door and looked at him vigilantly: "What's the matter?"

"My surname is Jiang, you should have heard of it," Jiang Wang smiled and handed a cigarette: "I seem to have misunderstood you before the autumn, let's talk about it before the new year, Save yourself the unhappiness in the future.”

When Shi Hao heard that, his face turned blue, but he still opened the door a little more.

"I really didn't mean it." He defended: "And there's no need to remember such a big thing for so many years, right? Is it necessary for us to be men?"

"No need. I told Lin Qiu all the way, but it was just a small misunderstanding." Jiang Wang smiled generously: "Come in, let's go in and have a cup of tea without delay. Bar?"

Shi Hao first glanced at Ji Linqiu and realized that he seemed to be listening to Jiang Wang's words before opening the door with confidence.

"No delay!"

Ji Linqiu dutifully served as the background board for thirty minutes.

Strictly speaking, they only chatted a few words when the door opened, and then it was purely a comparison between Boss Jiang and Shi Hao, from the international situation to the stock oil, and then a series of making money in the city The business has been discussed over and over.

In the beginning, Shi Hao was dubious and a little cautious. In the second half of the conversation, Jiang Wang completely detoured him. Before he knew it, he laughed and called him brother, and even called his brother to come over and listen to something new.

Jiang Wang has sent out a lot of red envelopes in the past two days. He talks generously and spends a lot of money, and his popularity grows very fast.

Shi Hao chatted comfortably and relaxedly. After staying with Boss Jiang for a long time, his face was glowing, and he was still somewhat respectful.

Ji Linqiu just thought it was ridiculous to sit here.

"Since we've finished talking," Jiang Wang patted his thigh, looking like he was very good at talking: "What else should I say, I should finish it together today, New Year's Eve new ambience."

Shi Hao froze for a while, then turned to look at his brother.

The old man tapped on the cane: "Listen to Boss Jiang, what have you done or said, don't make trouble with the Ji family in the future!"

Shi Hao was suddenly asked about this, and was stunned for a long time, not expecting the offensive to turn so fast.

Jiang Wang is all too familiar with this kind of second-skinned face, with the appearance of a good old man.

"We want to hide something from each other. If we meet again in the future, it will be embarrassing, right?"

Shi Hao was heartbroken. Relying on the presence of his eldest brother and Boss Jiang, he stood up and apologized to Ji Linqiu, who had been silent.

"Yes, sorry, I shouldn't have touched your sister."

Ji Linqiu's pupils stand up.

"What did you say?"

Shi Hao did not notice his murderous intent, lowered his head and said hesitantly: "When she was not married, I always teased her, pinched her butt, and it was not too much. I did it, you believe me."

Ji Linqiu suddenly burst out with all her forbearance and anger, and her voice was chilly: "You dare to touch my sister?"

Jiang Wang turned around and said in a low voice, "Brother Shi, this kind of **** can't be beaten too much, right?"

Both Shi Jia were shocked, and without waiting for Shi Hao to react, Ji Linqiu kicked him directly.

The old man swayed and was about to stand up, but Jiang Wang pressed him down, and said lightly, "You don't have to get involved when the junior fights."

"Don't hit, don't hit! It hurts—ah! Face!"

Ji Linqiu had never beaten anyone before, but today his eyes are sharp and his movements are neat and clean, accurate and strong.

Jiang Wang slowly pointed to the side: "Don't kick your stomach, it's easy to rupture your internal organs."

"Well, this elbow strike is very firm and the muscles are relaxed."

On the way, Shi Hao wanted to stand up or fight back several times, but he couldn't find any chance at all.

After a few strokes, a nosebleed: "You-you actually!"

Ji Linqiu sneered, kicked hard and turned away.

He didn't even talk to Jiang Wang anymore, he turned around and went home immediately after beating the man, letting the man follow him all the way.

The mountain road is rocky, the wild grass grows wildly, and a large tract of wild oleander leans against the stream and hides its way.

Ji Linqiu stepped on the stone and walked through the forest and chose the nearest road, as if all the shackles all over his body were released one by one at this moment, ignoring the surprised greeting of the mother at the gate of the courtyard, he rushed all the way to the back of the choking firewood and ashes kitchen.

A group of aunts exclaimed: "Qiuqiu, why are you here?!"

"This is the kitchen, who are you looking for? Are you hungry? Why are you looking so bad?"

"I'll pick up my sister." He reached out and clenched Ji Changxia's wrist, forcibly dragged her out of the endless clan feast preparation: "Don't cook anymore, it's time to prepare The food is long enough."

"Hey, Linqiu, why do you suddenly care about women!"

"No, she hasn't finished chopping the meat yet!"

Ji Linqiu was cold, and her eyes were sharp.

“Nowadays, there are so many people who go to restaurants for New Year’s Eve dinners, and whoever is there to suffer is easy.”

"My sister Ji Changxia, she is not someone's servant."

After saying that, she led her upstairs and didn't give anyone a chance to refute.

Several middle-aged women were still surrounding the boiler, a little dazed and angry.

"Reading books is so proud, don't you come and take care of Linqiu!"

"There are still a few fish left, but he is not happy to find his sister?"

"That's right, take the gun medicine and go so fast, who owes him!"

Ji Linqiu pulled Ji Changxia into the study to question him alone. It took more than 40 minutes after the door was closed, and he didn't know what was said inside.

In the middle season, the parents and the mother watched it several times worriedly, but they didn't dare to touch the sudden anger of their son, so they had to check Jiang Wang's tone.

"Oh, I've offended people again."

"Where do you want to go." Jiang Wang laughed: "Young people are very angry, and if they can't talk about a fight, they will play around, and they haven't knocked out a few teeth."

It's just half a month of bed rest, the muscles are bruised and painful, and they deserve it.

"Let's talk about it," he leaned against the wall and looked at the study: "Linqiu, anyone with eyes will praise him."

"The person who hates him doesn't have eyes, and the result will be the same no matter how many times he tries to please him."

Ji Guoshen thought about it for a while and thought it made sense, so he just continued to wait anxiously.

When the study door opened again, the girl hugged her brother with red eyes and choked up and said I remembered.

Ji Linqiu nodded silently, sent her out and closed the room, staying alone until dinner time.

Jiang Wang went out earlier, saying that he has a wide network of connections and that there are a lot of people he should know.

The historian also knew that he was wrong, and that night sent someone to bring wine to apologize.

The grandson who was beaten was still screaming in pain on the bed, and I heard that he used almost a whole bottle of Buda wine.

Jiang Wang did not take the initiative to find Ji Linqiu, and watched "Han Zhu Gege 2" for an afternoon with a group of children.

He knew that Ji Linqiu had to sort out a lot of things.

This man used to believe so much in order that he abides by the worldly definition of duty and never takes a wrong step.

If he hadn't seen him again, Ji Linqiu might have lived like this for the rest of his life, peacefully and patiently, without a thorn on his body.

Today's fight made him see blood on the back of his hand, and it seemed that he suddenly realized it.

When the concubine on TV turned into a butterfly and flew away, Ji Linqiu finally went downstairs and had dinner with everyone calmly and indifferently.

The soft and kind shell on him has come off.

None of Ji's parents had ever seen him look angry, so they carefully took several pieces of goat meat and wild boar, and watched him pour the soup without saying a word.

Ji Changxia smiled instead.

"By the way, Linqiu," Chen Danhong didn't eat much, seemed relieved, and said in a calm voice: "After dinner, come over, Mom will show you something."

She noticed Jiang Wang, and was afraid that he would misunderstand them on purpose to avoid him, she smiled and said: "It's a dress, nothing, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, I have to wear new clothes for the New Year, right? ."

Jiang Wang didn't take it to heart at first, but at this moment the chopsticks did not catch the dried bamboo shoots, and subconsciously said, "Can I follow along?"

"Yes, of course."

Jiang Wang's face became complicated.

They went upstairs after dinner and into the old couple's bedroom.

Chen Danhong opened the closet and said slowly: "In the past, my mother always treated you as a child. Today, when I look at you, I realize that you are older, in your twenties, and have begun to protect your sister."

"Mom has always had a coat, I made it a long time ago, and I want to wear it for you for the New Year."

The new clothes, which were carefully wrapped in red cloth, were taken down from the heights and unfolded carefully and slowly.

"But you... didn't come back."

One year, three years, five years.

Chen Danhong laughed a little at herself, but finally she was willing to half-jokingly say a few angry words in front of her son.

"I told your father, Guoshen, if our son thinks that he doesn't have our two parents, this clothes will be given to him when I die."

"I can't think of it. I may have to wait until that day to see you and see you in this coat."

Jiang Wang stood beside them and saw the coat being slowly unfolded.

The stand collar is well cut and the buttons are dark grey.

Double-breasted mid-waist in a wool blend.

The styles and sizes are all made to order according to the body shape of the season.

He has worn this coat for more than ten years, and his fingertips remember the texture of every place.

It was intact at the moment, lying quietly in front of them in its new appearance.

Jiang Wang dared not guess why Ji Linqiu gave him this coat.

In that year, he may not even know that this is the gift that his deceased mother has been waiting for him, or maybe out of a more indistinguishable emotion, he temporarily took off the coat and gave it to a poor man students, no goodbye.

He still remembers that Ji Linqiu he saw at the train station when he was about to leave Hongcheng.

Desolate and calm, wearing the coat left by her deceased mother, standing alone in the waiting hall with its head swaying, like a long-forgotten carrier pigeon.

There is no letter, no way out, and no nest to return to.

Until I saw the fifteen-year-old student, his smile warmed again, and he could still call out his name after not seeing him for a few years.

"Jiang Wang, how are you doing?"

Jiang Wang looked at the lost coat, his eyes swiped inch by inch from the neckline to the sleeves.

He is back at the beginning of the story.

My heart is cold and my throat is hot.