Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Moving across cities can be a laborious task.

The truck used to only take one afternoon, but it took several days to pack all kinds of clutter.

Jiang Wang was busy with Yuhan's business, and handed over the home inventory to Ji Linqiu.

He wanted to ask some part-timers to help, but Ji Linqiu refused.

The two of them had a strange equality with this child.

Whenever encounters a problem, she will not think 'Xingwang is only eight years old and still a child', but can let him help and teach him how to do it, which is no different from treating adults.

But they will also give enough praise and encouragement afterwards, so that children running errands and buying a soy sauce have a special sense of accomplishment.

"Okay, then you can take it," Jiang Wang said casually: "It's okay to throw it away when it's used up, we'll buy it when you move it."

"Got it, go on your own."

Ji Linqiu helped her boyfriend clean up the house, I was really embarrassed.

This man… is too aggressive.

The specificity is not reflected in the eyes or words, but an atmosphere everywhere.

Ji Linqiu refused to enter his room, as if consciously avoiding natural enemies.

Dangerous.

Now that the big tail wolf is not at home, he hums a song and wanders in, and he relaxes a lot when he steps in the door.

The room was messy as always, T-shirts and jackets were thrown one by one, and a tie was scattered on the ground.

A few steps in and you can smell the man.

Deep and fragrant, with the publicity of male hormones.

Ji Linqiu's face became hot, she opened the window and pretended to ventilate her boyfriend's room, and her heart beat faster.

He packed up the whole afternoon, packed company documents in a box, packed several boxes of commonly used clothes, and ran out several rolls of wide tape unknowingly.

The large wardrobe gradually became empty, revealing a hidden compartment inside, which was not locked.

Passbook contract.

There is also a hidden space in Ji Linqiu's room, and he has been empty there for no use.

But Jiang Wang...is there anything?

Ji Linqiu thought about it for a long time, but decided not to watch it.

He has a very close and trusting relationship with him, but he should not do superfluous things.

…cloth wrap?

Ji Linqiu suspected that he was pressing some sheets and bedding and hadn't washed them, so he prepared to smell it.

On the contrary. The package was washed clean and had a faint smell of mothballs inside.

There are several letters under the package, all letters from Du Wenjuan.

He knows that.

When Peng Xingwang discovered that such a good thing was hidden in Jiang Wang's closet, he shouted that he should put the letter he received in it, and put it together with his brother's.

Ji Linqiu hesitated again and again, but gently took off the package, carried it to the bed and slowly opened it.

He suddenly became jealous.

What is it that needs to be carefully protected to such an extent?

Ji Linqiu held her breath and lifted the blanket to a corner. She just planned to take a look and put it back. She would call and apologize to Jiang Wang later.

But she was stunned when she saw it clearly.

The exposed piece of fabric was all too familiar to him.

Wool blend, traditional stand collar, dark grey buttons.

How come the dress my mother gave me was in his closet? !

She did it herself—

Ji Linqiu thought for a moment that he stole the coat, but soon realized that something was wrong.

No, this is by no means a new dress I got this year.

At this moment, surprise took over all his emotions, so that Ji Linqiu directly picked up the dress and unfolded it carefully enough.

—It's exactly the same.

The cut, the color fabric, and even the scratches on the buttons are all the same.

He made a mistake when peeling apples during the Chinese New Year, and the tip of the knife touched the button, so that there was a shallow pit that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

On the button of this coat, there are exactly the same marks.

At this moment, Ji Linqiu seemed to be breathing as if frozen, turned his head and quickly ran back to his room to find the coat, and took it beside the coat.

No, there are many nuances.

This old coat hidden by Jiang Wang has many traces of modification and adjustment.

It is obvious that this piece has been handled by several tailors, widening the originally narrow waistline and shoulders, lengthening the sleeves, trying to use many similar fabrics, and embellishing where necessary Some decorations cover up the stitching.

Then it was carefully folded and preserved, as if it would be preserved as a precious evidence even if it was decayed to the point of corpse.

Ji Linqiu controlled himself to take a deep breath to clarify his thoughts, and countless fragments emerged from the depths of his memory.

Jiang Wang is completely different from the rest of the city.

He can easily see other people's illnesses and family conditions, and even know whether the second child with the class parent is a boy or a girl.

In the lottery station, I never miss a beat.

He has the same mole as Xingxing, and he looks like a father and son when he smiles.

He never mentioned his parents to anyone, he floated in the Rainbow City like no roots, and took care of the child who might have dropped out of school and was seriously injured.

Ji Linqiu refused to think further.

He looked down for a long time, as if to verify the last answer, opened the inner pockets of the two clothes, and found an almost blind spot.

When my mother was parting, she whispered that she sewed two words for him quietly.

Peace.

She embroidered very small with red thread, and hid the words in a place where she could easily touch it, praying that her son would be safe and sound every year.

The two inner pockets are turned over at the same time, revealing the exact same dark embroidery.

But when I first met, Jiang Wang had already said it.

He was specially recruited at the age of fifteen and met a teacher at the train station.

The teacher took off his coat and gave it to him, saying that the north is cold, so be careful all the way.

I even said to him, you must miss that teacher very much.

The man raised his eyes and smiled, but said nothing.

How is this possible?

How could this be? ?

Ji Linqiu hugged the two clothes and looked over and over again, surprised that he kept hiding such an amazing secret from him.

But he refused to doubt him.

Ji Linqiu felt as if he was accustomed to Jiang Wang. At this moment, his first reaction was that if he were him, it would be difficult to explain, and there would be many difficulties.

He just refuses to doubt him, refuses to guess this person in any bad direction, there is an indescribable stubbornness.

Furious, and even more in love with him, at a loss as if being carried away.

Until dusk faded away, Ji Linqiu let out a low sigh and wrapped the old coat layer by layer as it was.

Then put it back in place to close the dark compartment, and hang up four or five pieces of clothes, making them a little messy, as if they haven't been cleaned up yet.

The sound of turning the key came from downstairs, followed by the chat and laughter of the man and the child.

"I'm starving, I'm so hungry I can eat this door!"

"Put down the bag! Let's eat hot pot tonight?"

"No! I want meat! Braised pork!"

Jiang Wang felt that this topic needed to be consulted by a third person, so he raised his voice and shouted.

"The Autumn—"

He used to call him Teacher Ji, even if Ji Linqiu protested several times, saying that he was not his teacher.

After the confession, I gradually changed my words and finally I was willing to call my name.

Ji Linqiu looked up from the upstairs, raised her eyebrows and said, "Won't you tell me when you come back early?"

The child ran up without changing his shoes: "Teacher Ji hugs! Brother just pinched my ears!"

The man on the first floor laughed heartily: "Mr. Ji also hug me?"

"You come up to me!" Ji Linqiu suppressed the panic and helped the client to round up the scene: "You have too many things in your closet, take it yourself!"

Jiang Wang suddenly remembered something, slapped his head and ran up, rushed back to his room and saw several large boxes of neatly arranged sundries.

"The spring and summer clothes are all packed, and the autumn and winter clothes are in that cabinet. You come by yourself?"

"I think I have a passbook in it—wait!"

The man opened the wardrobe and turned his back to him to rummage for something, and after a while he pulled his head out of the thick jacket of the jacket.

"No, it's in the office safe."

"Let's go, eat first, let me do the rest."

He took Ji Linqiu's shoulders and took people out of the room without leaving a trace.

Ji Linqiu poked him in the head: "Next time I'll find a part-time job, my waist will break today."

Jiang forgets to be cheap, but also sells well: "How can a man say that he has a bad waist!"

Peng Xingwang was full of thoughts about braised pork, and came to his senses when he came to the gate: "Why do boys have a good waist?"

"Listen to him!"

Boss Jiang is going to officially move out. Many friends in the city are holding a banquet to say goodbye, and they will inevitably send various gifts.

Ji Linqiu is very popular in the school. Not only was the principal specially approached him to meet and chat for a long time, but Mrs. Xu also sent a collection of Russian poems that she had collected for a long time, with many annotations written in it.

Thanks to Jiang Wang for coming back to help with packing, the family has just delivered a dozen boxes of goods to Yuhan, and the living room is full of Christmas-like gifts, and they have to be reorganized in every way.

Peng Xingwang circled around the two adults, envious again.

"Brother and teacher are amazing, there are so many gifts."

"A part of it has to be considered human relations, and it will meet you when you grow up." Jiang Wang glanced casually: "I really envy you when you hang a sock on the bedside on Christmas Eve, Xu Please wait for Santa Claus."

"I don't believe that." Peng Xingwang said sternly: "Isn't that just asking you for a gift in disguise? It can't be considered a gift."

Before he finished speaking, the doorbell rang twice.

Peng Jiahui stood at the door with a small thing in his hand.

He first said hello to Jiang Wangji Linqiu, but he was still restrained and embarrassed to enter the door, and only called the children to the door.

"Xingxing, you are going to Yuhan. From now on, Dad can drop by to see you every month on business trips and tell me anything."

Peng Jiahui unpacked and tied the small bag around his neck.

"This is the amulet that Dad asked for in the temple. It is changed every year, so don't lose it."

He paused, and seemed to help Xingxing figure out a way out in advance.

"Of course, if you lose it, it's okay to tell Dad, let's go get another one, okay?"

Peng Xingwang looked at the hill-like pile of gifts in the living room, and then at the small bag around his neck, and nodded vigorously with a bright smile.