Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    -1-

    Ji Linqiu was bringing two bowls of cold noodles over when he realized that Jiang Wang's expression was wrong, and immediately frowned: "Is the star lost?!"

    Jiang Wang picked up his jacket and nodded, and patted a red note on the dining table: "Boss! If you don't eat anything, refund the order!"

    Ji Linqiu stretched out his hand and held him down: "You go to the train station, I will wait for him near my house, and I will give you news in case the child returns home."

    "He has no money, where can he usually go?" Jiang Wang raised his wrist to look at his watch: "There is still a bus at this point, I don't know if there is any steel in his pocket."

    "It's best to ask a few more friends, and the police also ask to check and monitor."

    "Okay, let's split up now."

    Jiang Wang never thought that a child would run, let alone into the ticket gate with his own eyes.

    Peng Xingwang is just eight years old this year, and her mother is not by her side for half of her life, so even if Du Wenjuan goes to buy a drink in the park, the child must follow closely and never leave.

    How...why did it suddenly come back?

    The night is like an endless dark cobweb, covering the streets like a layer of ash.

    The dim yellow light is poured again, and the place is even more desolate and dilapidated.

    Jiang Wang stepped on the accelerator all the way and ran two red lights, his eyes kept searching for children on both sides of the road.

    He felt anxious and bitter, but also untimely happy.

    It's as if the world has finally been chosen.

    —Even if the chooser is your childhood self.

    The train station plaza was empty. After the man got off the train, he expanded his hands into a loudspeaker and roared all the way.

    "Peng Xingwang!"

    "I'm here to pick you up! Where are you!!"

    "Star!!"

    A passerby looked at him as if he was insane, but Jiang Wang ignored it, running and shouting.

    But the square is lonely and empty, and there are not many children at all.

    Jiang Wang was about to call a friend at the police station when a voice came from behind.

    "The kid went to the bus stop."

    He looked back subconsciously and realized that it was the old man who was spinning tops here when he said goodbye.

    "You see clearly?"

    "Hey, I'm wearing a black and white coat, it looks like a zebra, isn't it?" The old man bent over to pick up the top and put it in his pocket to go home: "I want to stop him, the child is afraid of encountering He was a trafficker, and he was still walking, but then he ran off to the bus."

    Jiang Wang repeatedly said thank you, put all the money in hand to the old man and bowed, no matter if they wanted to push it back.

    I ran to the bus stop after finishing my work, while calling Ji Linqiu.

    "There's no one here," Ji Linqiu thought carefully, with an uneasy tone: "The train station is far away, even if you take a bus, you have to change at least once, I'll check the route first and send it to you , you drive and look along the way, the child may get off at the wrong station."

    Jiang Wang responded quickly, while answering the phone and listening to Du Wenjun crying and explaining, he continued to drive to find the child.

    Bus No. 62 started and stopped, and No. 14 bus was not seen at all, and I don’t know whether it was suspended or changed.

    The man looked and searched, and he didn't see the child until he drove back downstairs to his house.

    It's so late, and there is no money in hand, where will he go?

    You can also call the police with a phone booth.

    When he was about to turn back to find the second lap, the phone suddenly rang.

    The child was crying out of breath.

    "Brother...brother."

    "I'm here, I'll pick you up immediately." Jiang Wang suppressed all his emotions, for fear of scaring him: "Where are you?"

    Peng Xingwang also panicked, crying and burping.

    "There is Jiaxing Department Store here, there is ... a Chen's Hardware Store."

    "Don't run, give the phone to the adult next to you and I will tell him."

    After a while, the call was transferred to the owner of the grocery store, who explained a few words and quickly reported the address.

    Incidentally, she also complained: "You are optimistic about such a small child, what if you lose it for a lifetime."

    Jiang Wang apologized again and again, and drove Ji Linqiu with him.

    Peng Xingwang got in the wrong car, and drove all the way to the west of the city, only to find that he didn't know anyone nearby, and got out of the car in a panic to find someone to call.

    Jiang Wang drove as fast as he could, but it would take at least ten minutes to drive there.

    "Slow down," Ji Linqiu whispered, "Be careful."

    “…hmmm.”

    Jiang Wang was anxious, but fortunately there was Teacher Ji by his side, driving the car to talk about what happened in the train.

    "Those things are too unfamiliar to the stars." Ji Linqiu didn't look very friendly when he mentioned Chang Hua: "It's hard not to be afraid to ask a child so rudely."

    "But you need to be reminded," Ji Linqiu said softly, "before you receive Xingwang, you'd better call his mother to get some air."

    "What?"

    "This kind of evasion...is probably the most unforgivable betrayal in the world for a child."

    Ji Linqiu pressed his forehead against the car window, looking out the window and slowly speaking.

    "Many people never leave their families for the rest of their lives."

    "Having your own sense of independence, taking a tortuous path against your parents' expectations, or just disappearing away, all seem to be betraying the **** deep in your blood."

    This **** is like an unbroken umbilical cord, from birth to death.

    If treated properly, it is a bridge to link family.

    If you struggle with resistance, it is a prison torment your heart.

    Jiang Wang stopped breathing for a few seconds.

    He unconsciously remembered his past life, but in the end he only allowed those pictures to flash by briefly.

    "Got it."

    Peng Xingwang had long been crying like a fool in a grocery store on an unfamiliar street. When he saw Ji Linqiu, he let out a howl and ran over to hug him tightly. All the fear broke out again, and his crying nose was smeared.

    Ji Linqiu did not avoid the sticky tears and snot, and looked at the stars very distressed.

    Jiang Wang squatted beside him, reached out and touched the child's flushed face.

    "Brother...don't hit me," Peng Xingwang sobbed: "I was wrong, I shouldn't run, don't be mad at me."

    "I won't hit you." Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to take the child into his arms and wrapped his arms tightly: "Brother is only worried that you are injured, so I won't blame you."

    "But on the mother's side," the child was desperate: "Mom won't forgive me."

    Jiang Wang tried so hard to appease Du Wenjuan just now that the car stopped by the roadside for five minutes before approaching the store.

    Women did not expect that their children would choose distant relatives in the end, and they also felt the pain of being abandoned.

    "Mom knows you're just scared." Jiang Wang wiped the tears on Peng Xingwang's face with a tissue, and explained seriously: "She loves you very much, and my brother loves you very much, we all hope you are happy heart grows."

    "As for how and when you want to choose, there is no rush."

    The child has cried stupidly: "She will be angry, I left her and ran away, I hurt her."

    Jiang Wangxin thought that he had brought Ji Linqiu here, otherwise it would be more difficult for mother and son to cry over the phone.

    He put the child on the stool and dialed the phone.

    Du Wenjuan quickly answered the phone and was also choked up, but her mood was much better because she had been appeased in advance.

    "Don't be afraid," she coaxed the child at a loss: "Mom loves you, mom won't be angry, as long as you are fine."

    "Do you really still love me?" Peng Xingwang burst into tears: "I'm sorry, Mom."

    "It was your uncle who scared you, and mom should confirm more before taking you away," Du Wenjuan said slowly: "It's okay, you have a good summer vacation at your brother's house, when will you decide? You can come again.”

    Peng Xingwang kept apologizing, and finally hung up when she was tired of crying.

    Jiang Wang asked Ji Linqiu to look after the stars, bought a few cigarettes at the grocery store owner, and paid by card.

    Give the cigarette to the boss.

    "No, no, you can take it." The proprietress pushed aside: "The mind has been taken away, and we are very embarrassed."

    Jiang Wang glanced at the fake cigarettes in the plastic bag and accepted it without saying anything.

    When I drove home again, the child was so tired that he fell asleep with tears hanging from his eyelashes.

    Jiang Wang and Ji Linqiu said goodbye briefly, took a bath and sat next to Peng Xingwang, watching him by the night light.

    I'm not really emotional, I'm just hungry.

    The man looked at the sleeping, young self for a long time, and felt that this child was very familiar and strange.

    He is now twenty-eight years old, and he will never cry to the point of choking, asking anyone if he still loves him.

    I don't even seem to believe in the word love, so much so that I refuse to say it to my younger self.

    Children don't seem to have any barriers, they are easily injured and easily loved.

    Love the kitten, love the pigeon on the roadside, love the brother who has been lying, love the mother who has a new family.

    Simple and fragile, easy to deceive and easy to coax.

    Jiang Wang gently stretched out his hand, and his rough fingertips touched the child's petal-like tender cheek.

    It was hard for him to believe that this child was himself.

    Think about how he lived to be twenty-eight years old, and how he grew from Peng Xingwang to Jiang Wang, this is as incredible as his time travel.

    "Sleep." The man said softly, "Have a good dream."

    -2-

    Du Wenjuan took leave the next day to come back to see her son.

    But she also knew that it would be more difficult to separate when they met again, so she only watched from a distance and did not hug him.

    Peng Xingwang woke up very early, cooked instant noodles for his eldest brother's breakfast, then carefully wiped the house, wrote his homework first, then wrote an apology letter to his mother, and went downstairs specially I bought ten stamps and posted them all.

    He thought that the more stamps there were, the faster the letter would be sent.

    At this moment, Ji Linqiu accompanies him on a swing in the small garden on the corner of the street. The two of them are basking in the sun together, watching the cars coming and going by the roadside.

    Du Wenjuan stood in a secret distance, her eyes were red with her hands folded.

    Chang Hua was waiting for her in the open space next to the station, and refused to come to see Jiang Wang, probably because she was afraid of being beaten.

    The man stubbornly said that he was patronizing luggage tickets and forgot to return the money to others. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

    Women are already very thin, and they seem to be even more haggard and weak after tossing back and forth.

    "I'm pregnant," she said bitterly: "The due date is in March next year."

    "I really want to...get him into the new family right now."

    "It may be too late."

    "It won't melt in." Jiang Wang said: "How early you start, it's impossible to melt in."

    No matter how close you are, no matter how enthusiastic you are, there will eventually be a layer between them.

    Du Wenjuan watched in the corner for an afternoon.

    Seeing my son playing on a seesaw and building a snowman on the beach is not enough.

    New blood vessels sprout and grow in her lower abdomen, making her sense and desire become extraordinarily strong.

    During the period, Chang Hua called and urged her two or three times, and then she hung up.

    Peng Xingwang looked back several times in the middle of the journey, but the newsstand and the bamboo forest were well separated, and the children could not see anything.

    Du Wenjuan talked to Ji Linqiu for a long time through his mobile phone.

    Speaking of the two of them gradually calmed down, looking forward to the next meeting, the phone finally hung up.

    Jiang Wang drove Du Wenjuan back to the station.

    He looked at the man sitting on the bench reading the newspaper, and he did not unlock the car for a while.

    "You are too easy to be manipulated." Jiang Wang said lightly: "He will gradually push down your bottom line, whether it is for Xingwang or the name of the child in your belly, he always You can find excuses."

    Du Wenjuan was stunned, as if she had never thought about this issue.

    "I...have?"

    Jiang Wang gave her a deep look, calm.

    "You said that, even if my surname is Jiang, we are still a family."

    "If you suffer any grievances, you can still live a peaceful and happy life when you come back here. The stars and I will protect you."

    "Of course," he took a deep breath and said softly, "We all wish you happiness too."

    Women are seldom committed in this regard from men, and it may even be said that she is seldom treated in this way.

    As an ordinary small town woman, Du Wenjuan has grown up and lived in a rough and simple atmosphere and has long been accustomed to giving up many things.

    She never seemed to know her cowardice.

    "Probably not." She murmured, "Me and Mr. Chang, we will have a good life."

    Jiang Wang laughed.

    “How he treats you depends on how you fight for yourself.”

    Chang Hua is a typical example of bullying the soft and afraid of the hard. Knowing that her mother's family has such a strong cousin, she will be relatively afraid.

    Du Wenjuan nodded quickly, suddenly stretched her arms and hugged him hard.

    "Thank you." She said earnestly, "I feel very guilty for keeping the stars here."

    For the first time, Jiang Wang was hugged tightly by his mother when he could remember, and his cheeks immediately began to heat.

    "Okay, it's annoying to talk too much." His tone softened a lot: "Let's go, a smooth journey."

    Du Wenjuan waved her hand when she got off the car, and walked towards Chang Hua.

    Chang Hua saw Jiang Wang's car, and put away the newspaper cautiously.

    "Let's go." Du Wenjuan rubbed her eyes, but her heart was still sour: "I'll come to see the children on vacation another day."

    Seeing that there were no children around her, Chang Hua was both relieved and offended: "What? Xingxing refused to come back with you?"

    "What's so good about this place?"

    "Shut up." Du Wenjuan said flatly: "If you stimulate him again in the future, I will slap you."

    She had never had such a strong tone, as if she had finally figured out something.

    Chang Hua's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "What stimulated you?"

    He was a little angry, and he was concerned about the child in her stomach: "How good our relationship is, don't hurt the peace over this little thing."

    Du Wenjuan sneered: "Xingwang just didn't have an accident."

    "If he broke his leg when he jumped off the train, and was kidnapped when he ran out of the train station, I would never speak so well."

    "Chang Hua, you sometimes go too far."

    The man blushed, wanted to quarrel with her, but knew he was wrong, and took the two hundred dollars back into her hand.

    "I know," he said impatiently, "I'll be more careful in the future, I might as well pick him up after you give birth and rest for a while, so you don't have to worry about it."

    Du Wenjuan allowed him to help her carry her bag, and while walking slowly, she rethought many things.

    She really shouldn't endure it blindly, she should have thought of it.

    It didn't bother the little ones for long, and they quickly got busy with new things.

    Jiang Wang knows that summer and winter vacations are the golden time to sell books, and he is wandering around looking for inspiration during this time.

    Selling more is not as good as selling fine, in fact, according to his current assets, it is more than enough to open a large supermarket like Wal-Mart Carrefour.

    However, things like books are not time-sensitive, easy to transport and easy to store, and they can be printed immediately locally if you don’t have time to adjust the goods. It is really suitable for business.

    He thought about it, and felt that the city was too quiet and there was nothing lively.

    Jiang Wang made a total of left and right, and decided to pack a small square to do the carnival.

    Selling books is of course the most important.

    Teaching and auxiliary area, best-selling area, comics area, three major categories to display different themes.

    The paper people stand to order a dozen models first, and then hire a few people to wear doll costumes to interact with tourists everywhere, interspersed with interesting and delicious stalls, pick Saturdays and Sundays to let the whole city People celebrate together.

    The idea is certain, and his action becomes extremely fast.

    Peng Xingwang is responsible for finding out what cartoons and animations the students are watching recently. It is best to fill in a wishlist with a small notebook and then count the popularity ranking.

    Jiang Wang went to apply for a report with the fire station police station, and found enough small vendors to participate in this carnival.

    There are several stores of plum blossom cakes and meat muffins. Try to pick clean stores with business licenses to set up stalls.

    Let's put some circles and use toy tarot cards to calculate the line of love, academic wealth, and cover all elementary, middle and high school.

    When Peng Xingwang is busy, he can't think about life. Every morning, he brings a small book full of goals to visit the door to collect information.

    Jiang Wang also took this opportunity to get in touch with several principals of middle and high schools in the city, and inevitably found a network of people to treat guests and drink, and accidentally gained a lot of new friends.

    So much so that a vice-principal made a decision on the spot and invited Peng Xing to see them come to high school, it doesn't matter if they are in the college entrance examination.

    Jiang Wang drank a large glass on the spot, and he was so drunk that he was about to talk nonsense, and he was careful not to leak.

    The scale of his company is growing day by day, and all the employees have to see it with their own eyes and then put in, one by one is more powerful.

    A city nearly half of the city knew Jiang Wang, even if he didn't know him personally, he had heard of visiting the four bookstores he opened.

    —After the last incident of 5,000 copies, the scale of the warehouse has further increased, and a new one has been renovated and opened at a lightning speed.

    Jiang Wang ran out of several boxes of 93 gasoline to run the carnival, and finally fell asleep and dreamed about business.

      idea.

    The city map can be recited as soon as you close your eyes, where is the industrial area, where is the delicious honey pork chop shop, and which neighborhoods have the most pocket money for children.

    Walking around and returning to the old city, in broad daylight, I saw Peng Jiahui leaning against a trash can drinking.

    According to the conventional point of view, Peng Jiahui is a very unpleasant villain because he is addicted to drinking, beating children, and wearing sloppy clothes all day long.

    But it was a little funny to see such a villain leaning against the trash can and drinking with a melancholy face.

    Jiang Wang put his hands on the steering wheel and watched his father shaking his head and drinking in a self-sacrificing way, wondering if he had a tendency to be abused.

    He chose to stop and walk over again.

    Peng Jiahui sang and drank very sadly, but he didn't bother to care about the eyes of the people around him when he covered his nose and avoided him.

    Then I saw Jiang Wang come over.

    He sat up a little in a panic, and then realized that he was leaning against a trash can for a while, neither sitting nor sitting.

    Jiang Wang was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and combed his head, strolling in the courtyard and sitting beside the trash can with Peng Jiahui.

    "How many days have you been taken out of the inpatient department?" Jiang Wang glanced at his watch: "It's only 4:30 in the afternoon, you were opened by the work unit?"

    "No," Peng Jiahui shook his head with tears in his eyes: "I'm sent to work, and I've finished the work."

    Working on time, ok.

    Jiang Wang looked at his grief-stricken look, and said in a playful tone: "Then what?"

    "Then—" Peng Jiahui burped, raised his head and poured alcohol: "Xiaoyan and the yellow croaker are both in my bed."

    He raised his hand and tapped the bottom of the wine bottle on his head, as if to knock off the invisible green hat with the bottom of the bottle.

    "One or two, why are they like this!" The middle-aged man said with a sad face: "I'm a rubbish! Waste! Scum!"

    You are.

    Jiang Wang was in a good mood when he saw that he was so miserable. He thought he was tired from work and rested. He sat next to him and lit a cigarette. He even took out Peng Xingwang's unused last time. Half a pack of paper.

    How can a father and a son be like this, he clearly feels that he does not have this kind of comedy talent.

    Peng Jiahui's nose blowing is exactly the same as Peng Xingwang's, miserable as if he was bullied.

    "Do you know what she said?" The middle-aged man wiped his face violently with a tissue: "She said that I run the factory every day, and the oil stinks more than the yellow croaker."

     "Then Xiaoyan deleted my mobile phone number in front of my face, and left with arrogance! I was even stupid!"

    Peng Jiahui took a deep breath and said earnestly: "I tell you, love is a bad thing."

    "Do not touch cigarettes or alcohol, do not touch love!"

    Jiang Wang rubbed his nose and temporarily accepted the first life experience his father gave him.

    "Don't touch it," he just thought it was funny: "Then you don't touch it."

    When my experience and income are higher than my biological parents, it seems that many unresolved ideas can be easily erased.

    He now has too many advantages, even sitting next to the trash can and Peng Jiahui are like people from two worlds.

    "I can't touch it anymore." Peng Jiahui was particularly melancholy: "I'm really a waste."

    "Then don't be trash."

    The middle-aged man moved and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

    "It's that simple?"

    "It's that simple." The phone in Jiang Wang's pocket was vibrating again, and it was estimated that it was related to the carnival.

    He suddenly remembered something and patted Peng Jiahui on the shoulder.

    "Do you want to sell marshmallows?"

    Peng Jiahui froze in place and repeated: "Me? Make cotton candy?"

    "That's right," Jiang Wang threw the mineral water bottle into the trash can, and said of course, "I want to have a carnival, and there is still a cotton candy seller."

    "The machine is rented to you, the booth fee is free, you should come and play."

    Peng Jiahui heard this kind of thing for the first time, touched his head and said, "Can I do it? But I can cook, and the cucumbers are very fine, should I do?"

    "Go, get up," Jiang Wang put his arms up: "You go and change into decent clothes first."

    -3-

    This trash can is very close to Peng Jiahui's house.

    My father also just broke up and bought wine and cried while crying. He cried foolishly and directly leaned against the trash can and collapsed, feeling that his life was completely finished.

    After returning home, Jiang Wang covered his nose and opened the window to ventilate, took a book and fanned out the musty smell in the house.

    "Huh?" Peng Jiahui suddenly thought of his son: "You act like a star."

    "Man, I didn't want to take advantage of you." He realized that he might have said something wrong again, and put his hands upright: "Maybe I miss children too much."

    "Take care of yourself first." Jiang Wang said with disgust, "Just take a cold shower first, and I'll see what clothes you have."

    "The bedroom is over there." Peng Jiahui pointed the way: "Then I'll go wash first."

    The sound of water in the bathroom was rustling, Jiang Wang looked around, and in an instant he was back when he was ten years old.

    Many of his memories are like a pot of beans sprouting suddenly and being covered with a lid.

    The man coughed and continued to open the window and slam the fan with the book.

    Peng Jiahui washed quickly, and wrapped a bath towel to pick clothes with him.

    Jiang Wang was not polite to him either, picking one and throwing the other.

    "It's dirty."

    "This one doesn't work, ugly."

    "How can you fall in love like this?" He threw another greasy polo shirt into the trash with his backhand: "No, you can't wear this, and the boss will be annoying when he sees it. ."

    Peng Jiahui didn't dare to resist because of his distressed clothes, so he timidly stopped by the side.

    "This—this is all right?"

    "No." Jiang Wangping said straightly: "Don't say it's Peng Xingwang's father when you wear it."

    "I didn't ask you to wear high-end clothes." He frowned and said, "Purple green, purple green, do you want to play an eggplant??"

    So I put on a white one, and went to the cheap store to choose three sets of clothes and trousers, and also selected several pairs of decent socks.

    One checkout five hundred and three.

    "I owe it," Jiang Wang said with no expression on his face: "The interest rate is 2.8, and it will be repaid within one year."

    Peng Jiahui nodded with a sullen expression.

    "I'm sure I will." He remembered something and looked for a black briefcase: "By the way—"

    "No interest is charged for the five hundred, and I will pay it back in one piece." Jiang Wang thought that you owe me more than this thousand, raised his eyebrows and turned around, "Let's go, go get the machine."

    The marshmallow sellers in the park certainly couldn't have invited them to the carnival. He ordered the machine online and asked for the recipe drawing, and was looking for someone to think about it.

    Peng Jiahui has worked in a machinery company for several years. When he came to touch the cotton candy machine, he suddenly sighed.

    "How much did you pay for this machine?" He became energetic: "The principle of this thing is simple, in fact, I can do it."

    Jiang Wang has no plans to expand his business for the time being. He pointed to the drawings and asked, "Then will you use this?"

    When the machine first came back, he wanted to make two to take home, half-show off to Teacher Ji and another to Xingwang.

    In the end, I was so full of candy residue that I almost overheated the machine.

    ... Later, I asked the cleaning and washing for a long time.

    Peng Jiahui is still scratching his head, it is estimated that the more inferior shampoo is washed, the more itchy: "I will try."

    He started to put sugar in comparison with the step chart, squeezed a bamboo stick and slowly rotated while stepping on the pedal.

    The first one collapsed, and the second one gradually began to look like it.

    I saw many girls in the company gathered around.

    "Is that so?"

    "You are amazing! Can you see it?!"

    Peng Jiahui was very embarrassed and took the initiative to give them the prepared samples to eat.

    Jiang Wang looked interesting, patted his shoulder and sent the machine directly to him.

    "It's a side business, do it well."

    Peng Jiahui is really interested this time, although the drunkenness has not completely faded away, but his mind has sobered up.

    "What is that carnival you're talking about?"

    Jiang Wang gave a general explanation, Peng Jiahui nodded while listening, rubbed his hands and said, "That won't work, I have to find a place to practice more hands first."

    "That carnival is expected to have a lot of traffic and a lot of demand." He was afraid of causing trouble for Jiang Wang: "I've done it, and it's more convenient to sell, isn't it?"

    That's true.

    Children like to get together when they buy everything, and it is easy to explode when they get together.

    When Jiang Wang rarely saw that his father was reliable, he thought about it: "You can sell it next to my bookstore, the one next to Hongshan Elementary School."

    "However, pay attention to operational safety, do you know how to use a fire extinguisher?"

    Peng Jiahui nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, there is this in the factory, and there is a fire drill every year."

    "Okay, I'll get you one next to me."

    In the afternoon of the next day, the bookstore really added a marshmallow stand.

    "Five bucks a marshmallow and eight bucks two!"

    "Strawberry cantaloupe, you can eat anything you want!"

    There are many children reading books here, often ordering a cup of milk tea and sitting all day, they can't help but come over.

    Peng Jiahui has never been surrounded by so many children, he is a little flustered and proud, and his tone is much more patient than before.

    "One by one, all line up, line up!"

    Every time he handed out a cloud-like pink, light blue and bright yellow cotton candy, a child cheered, as if it was Children's Day.

    Peng Jiahui suddenly felt refreshed at work.

    The main motivation is to finish the get off work quickly, and then go to the bookstore to sell cotton candy.

    —so that on the third day, I paid more than 500 yuan, and then I made a marshmallow rabbit and a marshmallow sunflower with great confidence. superior.

      magic.

    Jiang Wang pretended to check accounts at the main desk, Yu Guang stared at the stars quietly watching outside a group of children.

    The child actually received the news on the first day, but did not dare to come and see.

    His feelings for his father are too complicated, and his experience at the age of eight cannot be digested.

    It's like the only close relative in this city, and it seems that if you get closer, you will be hurt again.

    Peng Xingwang had been brewing for two or three days, and even pretended not to care, and asked a question while eating oranges at night.

    Jiang Wang deliberately didn't say anything.

    "Go and see for yourself, ask me why."

    Peng Jiahui was concentrating on making marshmallows for all the children when he suddenly raised his head and saw a group of elementary and junior high school students, Peng Xingwang, the little one.

    "Son!" His voice suddenly became louder: "Son! Come here!"

    Peng Xingwang was also stunned.

    The children separated consciously and looked at Peng Xingwang with admiration as he approached him.

    Peng Xingwang remembered the incident of being chased and beaten before, and did not dare to get too close, so he whispered Dad.

    "Which one do you want to eat?" Peng Jiahui's eyes were a little red, and he wiped his apron with his hands, smiling embarrassedly: "Dad just learned to make rabbits and flowers, and the others are still learning."

    Peng Xingwang turned to look at Jiang Wang, who shrugged and let him make up his own mind.

    “…eat rabbits!”

    Uncle nodded quickly and made him the most beautiful blue-eared rabbit with the most focused state in his life.

    The bookstore is still very lively, the children have been making friends and chatting with each other while waiting, and many people are sitting on the long table next to them and playing flying chess.

    Peng Xingwang stood at the front, staring at the more and more fluffy marshmallows with the same care and concentration as Dad.

    "Be careful when you eat," he didn't know what to say: "There are two toothpicks in it, scratch them carefully."

    Peng Xingwang nodded and held up the latest rabbit marshmallow.

    “Look!”

    The children followed and looked up: "Huh-"

    "I want this too, uncle!"

    "We all buy pink bunnies? Only his is blue!"

    "Eat slowly! It's fine if you can't finish it!" Seeing that he was leaving, Peng Jiahui greeted him again: "If you want to eat in the future - Dad will make it for you anytime!"

    "Ang!" Peng Xingwang responded quickly and ran away without a trace.

    Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to check the accounts, check the inventory and clear the inventory.

    At 6 or 7 o'clock in the evening, the secretary called and said that the layout of the venue had come out.

    Jiang Wang agreed to go out, but was suddenly stopped by Peng Jiahui.

    The middle-aged man still looked at him with awe and kindness, and handed a pink cotton candy a little embarrassed.

    "You, you can try it too." Peng Jiahui gathered up his courage and said, "It seems...it's delicious."

    Jiang Wang looked at him, hung up the phone, and reached for the candy.

    "I really... have never eaten this." The man muttered: "Try it and see."

    In front of Peng Jiahui, he tilted his head like a child and took a big bite, and the corners of his mouth were covered with sugar juice.

    The light and soft strawberry candy melts and flows between the tongue, like catkins and petals.

    Jiang Wang was stunned there when he suddenly noticed something.

    It seems that when he is an adult, he is particularly resistant to touching things that belong to children, as if he is instinctively avoiding some wounds.

    But now he's eating candy.

    Peng Jiahui is still waiting for him to comment.

    "It's delicious." Jiang Wang frowned and smiled: "It's sweet, but it's really delicious."

    "I should have tried it."