Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

When Peng Xingwang first learned to pull little stars, the only two audience members in the family applauded at the same time.

"Good! Very good!" Jiang Wang praised vigorously: "The words are eloquent and perfect, and the words are better than your writing!"

Peng Xingwang vaguely felt that this was not like complimenting him, but he bowed his bow very heartily to indicate that he had received it and continued to complete the homework left by the teacher.

This child is different from other children, he can endure hardship and is very patient.

Jiang Wang analyzed it carefully and estimated that it had something to do with the previous family environment.

At that time, my mother left, and he didn't even know how to wash clothes at that time. Dad asked what to do, so he could only go to Yang Kai's house and cry.

This is the common memory of Jiang Wang and Peng Xingwang, and it is also a silent and hard pebble in their character.

Countless cobblestones are laid out, and finally form a road leading to the distance.

The road is long, but it hurts a little when walking barefoot.

Peng Xingwang is no longer entangled in tedious housework, and his mind is on the math Olympiad and playing the violin. The teacher stipulates that he should practice for 60 minutes a day, so he will run to practice on time and by himself. When the time is up, he will collect his things and write work, very good.

Then a little star practiced for four days, until Jiang Wang's head was blown up.

He really can't get along with this kid, whoever listens to the "Little Star" wireless single loop every day will blow up.

"Can you change to someone else?"

The child was distressed: "I haven't mastered this song yet, the teacher asked me to practice more."

"And the rest...I don't know yet."

Ji Linqiu took Jiang Wang out in time. Every time after dinner, he dragged people out to walk around the streets. After walking for an hour, he went home to watch TV.

Jiang Wang originally had some floating fat, but he was forced to lose weight.

"This child...why does he insist on playing the piano?"

Ji Linqiu casually changed the topic: "It's a good thing to have hobbies, but it's hard to hear at the beginning, but it will be fine after a year or two."

"No, I mean, why did he suddenly want to learn the violin?" Jiang Wang looked into his eyes and read something in a flash: "You know, right?"

Ji Linqiu leaned against the western-style iron railing in the small garden at the corner, folded his arms and smiled: "Do you want to know?"

Jiang Wang pondered carefully: "What movie does their school play with a violin in it?"

"Is there a friend in the class who is studying, so I follow along?"

Ji Linqiu said with a smile: "You bark."

Jiang Wang: ?

Although dignity does not allow it, it cannot stand curiosity.

“…Wang.”

Ji Linqiu was amused and laughed, "There is a little girl in the class who can play the piano. He wants to perform with others on New Year's Day."

"Also said, even if he can't play in ensemble, he will show off his own hands, and everyone will think they are a good match."

Jiang Wang touched his chin, thinking that he was quite romantic when he was a child.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Intellectually, Jiang Wang always knew that Peng Xingwang at this moment was no longer alone with him.

The soul is made up of thousands of small memories that shape a person's true character profile.

Since they met, the frightened and flustered child has been constantly rewritten by new experiences, and has become active, cheerful, brave and bright.

Jiang Wang and Peng Xingwang were not the same child at all.

And the two adults in the future, even if they look very similar, are destined to be two people.

Although he has thought this logically many times, he also has subtle concerns.

It wasn't until he found out that Peng Xingwang was chasing girls he didn't know at all that he really reacted.

Ji Linqiu noticed Jiang Wang's momentary relief and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"My younger brother will not stay when he is too old," Jiang Wang sincerely expressed his blessing: "Let's see who this little pig can do with cabbage."

After walking home, they bought two bunches of candied haws at the gate of the community.

Peng Xingwang was writing his homework, and when he saw them, he came out with his textbook: "I know it by heart, Brother Linqiu signs it!"

As soon as the book was handed forward, I consciously began to endorse it, although the tone was still a plastic mandarin, but it was memorized very quickly.

Ji Linqiu laughed, took a pen and signed the date and name next to the title of the text.

Jiang Wang waited for him to memorize it, borrowed the book himself, and read it again.

Jiang Wang's English pronunciation is not pure, but it is much better than a child to be calm, and he will deliberately pause.

The subwoofer casually recited a few words, which made people feel itchy.

Ji Linqiu couldn't say anything in front of the child, and was reluctant to walk away, the tips of her ears turned red in the second half.

Jiang Wang finished reading a few lines of the text, then turned to look at Ji Linqiu: "Did you read it right?"

The latter was silent for a while: "...That's right."

In the future, it is time to take a few separate lessons.

Peng Xingwang took the textbook and said happily, "I'm going to watch TV!"

"Yes, I forgot to tell you something," Jiang Wang stopped him: "Your mother wrote a letter earlier and asked if she could come over for the New Year."

"I don't bring my sister, nor that uncle, she is the only one here to celebrate the New Year."

Peng Xingwang was stunned for a moment, holding the book at a loss for what to say.

"Is it because of me?" He smiled and said sensible: "No, it's fine for me to celebrate the New Year with my father, and there is no need for my mother to come here specially."

Jiang Wang didn't expect him to avoid him. He thought the child would happily agree, and shook his head: "It's not what you think."

"Mom needs to be separated from her sister for a while during the recovery period, so that she can gradually learn to be independent, and she can come to accompany us, just stay for a month."

"Don't you want to see her?"

Peng Xing looked at Ji Linqiu with an expression of help, and after a while he whispered, "I'm a little scared."

Ji Linqiu walked over and hugged him: "Have you not seen my mother for a long time and feel uncomfortable?"

The child nodded, shook his head again, buried his face in Ji Linqiu's arms and stopped talking.

Jiang Wang's tone was a little anxious: "Don't you want to see your mother?"

Ji Linqiu patted the child on the back, motioned Jiang Wang not to ask, took the book and book in one hand and took Xingwang back to the room, but he didn't come out for a long time.

Jiang Wang suddenly couldn't understand himself when he was young, and he couldn't immediately ask Ji Linqiu why, so he could only go to the small garden alone to breathe.

He wants to smoke every time he has chest tightness, but sometimes he touches the cigarette case,

It is put back, and you will stop smoking if you agree to quit.

He wants to see Du Wenjuan.

This has nothing to do with Peng Xingwang, but his own feelings.

Before returning to Rainbow City, Jiang Wang once buried the switch of touching family in a desert-like blank state of mind.

Later, I saw Peng Jiahui again, and Du Wenjuan. I got to know them little by little and kept getting closer. It was like a person leaping into the desert again, snorkeling to find the switch position.

I really want to touch it again. Feel for a while.

He used to be most afraid of the New Year.

The company is always busy, and few family members come to visit.

When the Chinese New Year comes, everyone suddenly has a place to go, and everyone will keep discussing their own New Year's Eve dinner, and worrying about who to go to the New Year's house today.

Since work, he has not been able to participate in this topic, and he can't even remember whether he had a New Year's Eve dinner when he was a child.

But... but now I finally have a chance, Peng Xingwang, why are you avoiding her?

Jiang Wang sat on the swing alone, dangling, without even turning on the street lights, like a floating algae soaked in the dark.

He looked at the dimly lit street in the distance, and felt tightness in his chest.

The fence rang, and Ji Linqiu opened the door and came over and sat on another swing.

“Missing your sister?”

Jiang Wang didn't speak, and after a long time he said, "I'm actually more anxious than him."

"It's childish."

Ji Linqiu smiled and followed his gaze into the distance.

"Did you know that when you were in Hongcheng before, many people envied you."

"They think you are very capable and good at doing business, and they even take you as a topic during dinner and can talk for a long time."

Jiang Wang didn't really want to hear this comparison, and wanted to tell him to stop talking.

"But I felt that you were lonely at that time."

He was stunned, as if he didn't hear what Ji Linqiu said.

"You... again?"

"When I saw you at that time, I always felt that you were lonely." Ji Linqiu looked at him: "It's like a person standing in a busy street, everyone is coming and going, thinking about Buy things, pick clothes, and go home when you get tired.”

"But you're standing in the middle of the street, not knowing what to buy or where to go back."

He hadn't started to like him at that time.

However, it seems to be the same. When everyone is envious and admired, I just feel that this person is so lonely.

"It seems to be hypocritical to talk about this," Ji Linqiu laughed at himself: "It may also be that I think too much."

"However, Xingwang said that he also really wanted to see his mother and was willing to spend the New Year with her."

"He doesn't know what happened to him just now."

Jiang Wang still stayed in those few words just now, frowning and wanting to laugh, but he didn't laugh.

"Do you see me that way?"

Ji Linqiu looked at him, raised his eyes and said, "Did you see it right?"

Jiang Wang left the swing and walked towards him, buried his face in his shoulder like a child, and did not speak for a long time.

The fragility was exposed for a moment, and the trusted person placed it carefully so that it would not be hurt.

"Mr. Ji, hold me for a while."

"I don't know why I'm sad."

They fell into the depths of the night and night wind, and the two of them sat one by one without speaking.

It seems that everything is said, and everything is clear.