Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

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    When the weather is hot, I feel that the air conditioner is always on at night, otherwise the mat will be soaked in the morning.

    Peng Xingwang said to save a little bit, from time to time he would rely on Jiang Wang's side to sleep together, the frequency would not be too dense to be too sticky, but occasionally come to rub a few times Air conditioning is like coquetry.

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    Sometimes when Jiang Wang wakes up in the morning, he can see the child with his back and legs twisted into an obtuse angle outside the quilt.

    If this continues, sooner or later the lumbar intervertebral disc will herniate.

    When Fangquan called, it was still dark in the room, one big and one small groaned exactly the same, as if he could continue to sleep for a long time.

    "...Hello." Jiang Wang turned over: "What's the matter."

    "Brother Jiang! It's me, a small house!" Fang Quan said energetically: "Is it convenient for you now, I have a very good house I will keep for you Come on, it's the one you said you wanted to buy last time!"

    The man was busy working until two in the morning yesterday, and his brain is empty at this time.

    "House?"

     "10 minutes walk from the key middle school, 15 minutes by bus to Hongshan Primary School, convenient transportation next to a hypermarket, and! The landlord's family wants to go abroad, urgent Come out, the price is very low and you can get the bottom of it!"

    "There are really two families who are already looking at the room type, brother, I'll put my arms around you first, can you come and have a look later?"

    Jiang Wang finally woke up a little and answered.

    "Okay, I'll come over later."

    Peng Xingwang fell asleep and turned his stomach, and was poked unexpectedly.

    "Wake up and follow me to see the house."

    "...Am I going too?" The child lay under the quilt: "The place to live now is very good."

    "You're going to summer camp tomorrow. If you are idle today, you will be idle. Get up."

    I looked at my watch when I went out, it was only half past twelve.

    The two of them packed two cups of soy milk and pancakes downstairs, all without the coriander, slightly spicy, and an egg and a sausage. .

    The house is located in a high-end community that is quiet in the midst of the hustle and bustle. The security will patrol 24 hours a day. The greening is as good as a garden.

    Peng Xingwang hadn't woken up yet, so he was a little apprehensive when he walked in.

    "Brother... Are you going to buy such a nice house?"

    It was the first time he entered such a place.

    Jiang Wang was noncommittal, followed Fang Quan's text message to find the designated house number, and was stunned.

    The flat-headed guy was comforting the landlord, and when he saw Boss Jiang appearing at the door, he hurried over.

    "Brother Jiang! Look!"

    "The decoration style is also the one you like! Simple and low-key cool color matching!"

    "Brother Jiang told you, this is the first high-end community in our city with self-provided fresh air system and central air conditioning, and the house has lived in it for three years There is no smell, you can buy it and live at any time!"

    The man watched for a while.

    "I did mention that I wanted to buy a house." He cleared his throat and his expression softened: "But I didn't say that I wanted to buy a small villa, right."

    Not to mention it is a single-family three-story villa.

    This kind of house is of course very popular in first- and second-tier cities, and the annual appreciation is like a rocket to the moon.

    The problem is... this is City A, and only he and Peng Xingwang will live in it.

    "The house is indeed a bit bigger," Fang Quanyou said with a smirk: "Five bedrooms and three halls with their own small garden, but Jiang Ge, look at the price— The landlords are in a hurry to realize the money, and they are very low, so I really think of you as a friend before pulling you here."

    That's right, 350 square meters is less than 1 million, and it also comes with a full set of fine decoration and solid wood furniture, which is not a loss.

    "Don't look at there are five rooms," Xiaoping said solemnly: "You can get a gym, a study, and a video room, you can arrange it any way you want. ."

    "Of course, it's quite convenient if you bring your parents over to be filial, or invite friends over from time to time to spend the night!"

    Jiang Wang was a little moved by the cheapness of this rush.

    He thought of a better option.

    The house where Mr. Ji lives now is small and old, it is better to come and rent his single room.

    …But it seems too enthusiastic to invite him over now, and I have to be more familiar with it.

    Peng Xingwang followed Jiang Wang to read it up and down, seeing that the man was still thinking, and asked carefully.

    "If there are too many rooms, can you rent them to my dad?"

    "It's unlikely," Jiang Wang shook his head and said, "Your dad will be very busy in a while, and he will have to go on business trips to other provinces every once in a while."

    "Huh?"

    Since Peng Jiahui got the hang of selling marshmallows, the whole person is like a chicken blood. Late at night, he made a big wish to earn a house by himself.

    He seemed to have been in the dark for 30 years and then suddenly figured it out, so he deliberately applied to the company for a more difficult job assessment, and took the initiative to run more far business.

    It's just that I can't take care of the children because of my busy work. I still have to ask Jiang Wang to take care of them for a while.

    Jiang Wang has no problem at all.

    He never hides these things from children.

    "Excellent," Peng Xingwang said, covering his face, "Dad has changed a lot, it's like someone cast a spell on him."

    Jiang Wangxin thinks that I am a fairy, so I will take this compliment for now.

    "This house is really in a good location," he and the child looked down from the balcony: "You can build a swing in the small garden, and the balcony is well-lit , you can put two reclining chairs for tea and reading."

    There are green bamboos and flowers everywhere, the air smells very relaxing, and no one is running the coal stove all day long, stirring the corridor with endless ashes.

    Fang Quanyou was still standing in the small garden, raising his head and shouting at Jiang Wang: "The landlord promised to make another 20,000 cheaper! Brother Jiang! Think about it!"

    "Don't think about it!" Jiang Wang shouted back: "Swipe the card directly!"

    The next day, when Xingwang stepped on the summer camp bus, he was full of reluctance, thinking about his new home full of green vines like a fairy tale.

    Big brother said to make a slide from the third floor straight to the living room, slide!

    And also said that in the garden you can hatch bird eggs and raise a few parrots, and the birds will sing every morning!

    "Have fun, be careful!" Jiang Wang waved goodbye, and turned around when he saw the bus disappearing at the corner of the street.

    He handed over the soft decoration of his new home to a trusted friend, and turned his head to study a new business.

    —wigs.

    The incident happened for a reason. Jiang Wang specially instructed his subordinates to collect and organize the big data of the carnival to see which projects made the most money and where the goods were consumed the fastest.

    He doesn't understand software programs, and he won't easily invest in industries he is not familiar with. Instead, he pays special attention to these down-to-earth things.

    Then unexpectedly discovered that there was a wig shop that surpassed stationery and catering and ranked second in sales. It was a dark horse with thick hair in the business world.

    Jiang Wang was a little suspicious of the authenticity of the data that day, so he went to the store to study it carefully, and then he laughed.

    “Boss Jiang, you don’t know,” the young owner in the store was also willing to share his business experience: “Now the young people like this—what do they call this, Forgot about love?"

    I forgot love, and it is also non-mainstream.

    Jiang Wang still has a certain generation gap with the current cultural trend, but he will soon understand what happened.

    A new wave is coming quietly.

    The most fashionable language is Martian language. Junior high school students and high school students are secretly wearing wigs and pouting to take pictures. Qzone has become a brand new popular social platform.

    I really have to connect my hair to two feet three, dye a half-rubbed fluorescent red and a large opium green, and then use hairspray to paste a triangular flip head, the ending is mostly school demerit work unit dismissed.

    A bunch of teenage kids like to compare, they steal wigs and look cool after class, today is the green-headed brother of Chenjiajie, tomorrow is No.6 Middle School Melancholy man, he almost got a tattoo on his arm.

    Jiang Wang passed away with a smile on his face, turned his head and tried to sell a small batch of finished wigs in the bookstore.

    Sold out the same day.

    Everyone buys and wears secretly, timid but curious.

    Boss Jiang thought again and again, contacted the wig factory again, and decided to sell fake hair and clothes for COS along the way.

    What kind of double ponytail and drooping fox ears, as long as the students ask for it, he dares to buy them.

    So the traffic of a certain bookstore quietly increased again.

    Some of the students would go in with their backpacks mysteriously, and exchange money with one hand and exchange goods with one hand like an underground transaction.

    "Do you have white hair? What about red contact lenses? Cough, I wonder who is COS..."

    "Touch the new product, see how it feels, buy two for free hairspray, can I have some?"

    The students came out with their bags on their backs, and when they faced the aunts and uncles on the street, they still looked serious, as if they had just finished reviewing the Math Olympiad all night.

    It's just that the haunting rate of exotic clothes near parks and ancient buildings is increasing, and it has gradually become a peculiar sight in the city.

    Boss Jiang uses a new perspective to expand the bookstore channel function, but it will still be a bit lonely.

    How come the child is quiet around him when he leaves.

    No one is clamoring for oranges at night, and the bookstore’s business-watching people are replaced by part-time students who doze off from time to time.

    The TV is completely unwatched, and I still feel uncomfortable listening to the empty programs.

    He started thinking about children.

    Although the summer camp lasted only two weeks, I somehow felt that the days were not right.

    As a tough guy, Jiang Wang doesn't allow himself to be too sentimental, but when he gets home, he will also tidy up Xingwang's room, and open the windows for ventilation.

    The child called with the IC card, and he was still stubborn.

    "I miss you?

    Peng Xingwang hummed and acted coquettishly: "Brother—I miss you—you miss me too."

    "Okay, I miss you, I really can't do anything about you."

    The two were arrogant and sticky on the phone for a long time, and the assistant came over with a stack of documents.

    "Mr. Jiang, this is the contract and mail for these two days."

    Boss Jiang restores his expressionless cool image in a second: "Oh."

    The assistant held back the slander and handed him the stamped letter.

    "There is a letter from Cizhou, the recipient is Peng Xingwang."

    Jiang Wang took over the thick letter and saw that it was Du Wenjuan who wrote it by himself.

    He was stunned for a few seconds, and the assistant whispered again.

    "She sent you a copy too."

    Jiang Wang stretched out his hand and found that it was really two letters.

    "...I have it too?" The man smiled unconsciously: "Understood, I'll take a look first."

    When the assistant retreated, Jiang Wang took a knife and carefully removed the adhesive seal, and took out the carefully folded letter.

    In the 2G era without video calls, inter-provincial long-distance calls were too expensive, and mail delivery was just emerging, and letters were still the most commonly used medium.

    Du Wenjuan's words are delicate and stretched, very similar to her style.

    Brother Jiang Wang:

    Long time no see, how are you?

    Cizhou has always been raining recently. Sometimes when I see children wearing rubber shoes treading water, I will think of you and miss them even more.

    I wrote a letter to Xingxing, instructing him to be obedient and study hard, eat less snacks and avoid gaining weight.

    After thinking about it, I also wrote you a letter, I hope you don't feel abrupt.

    When I saw you earlier, I found that you have scars next to your eyes, have you been bullied by anyone? Is it okay to work hard outside alone?

    You are independent and capable. I have always admired you, but I also want to give some advice as a cousin.

    Jiang Wang, don't take risks when you are outside, everything is safe first.

    How much money you earn is important, I also hope that everything goes well with Peng Xingwang.

    May you be happy and healthy. Du Wenjuan.

    July 31, 2006

    The first time Jiang Wang received a letter was from his mother.

    He seemed to have forgotten how to read.

    In a sense, my mother sent a letter to him when he was young, and to him now.

    Each letter represents care and warmth.

    Jiang Wang carefully stored Peng Xingwang's letter in his locked drawer, and waited for the child to disassemble it when he got home. After reading the letter carefully, I was a little helpless to find a pen and paper to reply.

    Mother wrote to me.

    Mom told me to protect myself, she cared about me very much.

    Jiang Wang tried hard not to pay attention to the excited thoughts like a child in his heart, pursing his lips and thinking about it, he didn't know how to write.

    He began to regret that he had slept several times in Chinese class, and his mind was empty when he really wanted to write something.

    In the end, I clumsily replied a short article, sealed it with an envelope tape, and sent it back to my own courier.

    It was only forty minutes before and after, but it seemed like it would take days to recollect.

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    Peng Xingwang seems to know Jiang Wang's twist. He just called the day before yesterday and called again today.

    The first sentence is "Big Brother! I miss you so much!".

    It's really magnanimous.

    Jiang Wangxu responded falsely, and then showed off in a childish tone that was completely inappropriate for his age: "Your mother wrote you a letter, and wrote it to me too one."

    "Ah! Mom wrote me a letter! Hurry up and read it to me!" The child was annoyed on the phone: "Why did I go to summer camp? , I also want to read the letter."

    But he recovered quickly and asked expectantly, "Brother, will you write to me later?"

    Jiang Wang thought for a while: "Let's call."

    He couldn't handle such delicate matters.

    The child is coquettish and rolling, wanting to hear what Du Wenjuan wrote to him, what he replied, and told Jiang Wang to protect his letter in every possible way, wishing he would fly now Check back.

    When the phone hangs up, Jiang Wang stretches out to get off work, humming all the way to pick up the car.

    The sunset is like a warm light coat, hugging everyone equally.

    His cheeks were warm and so was his heart.

    Children are not bad at night watching cartoons in the living room. Jiang Wang watched half an episode of "Approaching Science" alone with an orange. I can't.

    Simply wash my head and go back to my room to sleep.

    Summer nights are quiet and peaceful, and dreams are also unimportant and dull stories.

    I was immersed when Jiang Wang suddenly heard an anxious knock on the door.

    "Brother Jiang!"

    "Mr. Jiang, are you there?!"

    He slept so deeply that it took him a while to realize that it was the sound of reality, and he got out of bed and quickly walked over to open the door.

    "Teacher Ji?!"

    Ji Linqiu's face was pale, and he had never been in such a state of embarrassment.

    "Brother Jiang, please help me," he was completely panicked, and he was a little stumped when he spoke: "My father—my father has a brain hemorrhage, and is now in the provincial capital. The hospital opened an operation, and the doctor issued an emergency notice, can you take me there?!"

    Jiang Wangyan quickly brought him a cup of hot water: "Stay steady, I'll put on some clothes and drive you there now."

    Ji Linqiu never asked for help in the middle of the night. She felt guilty and at a loss for a while, and muttered: "It's too sudden, I'm sorry..."

    "Let's talk about life," Jiang Wang had put on his shoes, copied his shoulders and closed the door and went downstairs together, instinctively wanting to give Ji Linqiu more strength : "We are buddies, it is natural to take care of each other when something happens."

    Even the guys at the gas station fell asleep at 3:30 in the morning, and slammed the door three times before reaching out to wipe the haram, and almost added the wrong model.

    Jiang Wang happened to drive a good car for the company to negotiate business. He started fast and passed the gravel road steadily, much better than the third-hand Xiali.

    He drove with all his attention, letting the bright lights dispel the darkness all the way.

    During the period, Ji Linqiu's cell phone kept ringing, and some women cried for help, saying that the situation was urgent, and the doctors had issued a notice to them to prepare.

    Jiang Wang never had contact with Teacher Ji's family, nor did he ask who the woman on the other side was.

    "Mr. Ji, take my mobile phone and call this person, he has a connection in the provincial capital."

    Ji Linqiu made a phone call while helping him take care of the long road that was so dark that the water on both sides could not be seen.

    No one picked up the first time, she must be sleeping.

    "Call again," Jiang Wang was not afraid of offending people: "Open the speakerphone after answering."

    The second echo sounded twice and immediately connected, and there was a gruff scolding; "What time do you **** look at?"

    "Yezi, help me find someone, do you know the friends from the People's Hospital?" The family is seriously ill, and now there is no bed in a hurry."

    "Doctors don't accept red envelopes now, there's no way in the middle of the night," the other side scolded the mother again, thinking for a long time: "My lover's brother If you are a doctor in another hospital, there are usually reserved beds there, but you can't go through the transfer procedures—what's the disease?"

    Ji Linqiu only responded loudly at this moment: "Brain hemorrhage."

     "It's a coincidence, my brother-in-law is from the brain hospital, wait for me to send a text message, you can call him and tell him."

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    The hospital where Ji Linqiu's father is working is still dealing with a series of car accidents. It is not able to admit more patients because of its full operation.

    Ji Linqiu didn't let out a sigh of relief until the matter was settled, his face still pale.

    "I'm your teacher." He put the back of his hand to his eyes, the pressure was so strong that his voice trembled: "...Thank you, I owe you a favor ."

    "It's just a slip of the tongue," Jiang Wang skillfully double-flashed to the car in front of him to look at the road: "Your family is in the provincial capital?"

    "No, just to see my sister. She has been married for many years."

    Ji Linqiu took a deep breath and pressed his forehead against the car window: "My dad is old and his living habits are not good, alas."

    Jiang Wang actually envy people like him.

    My parents are still by my side, even if I stumble a little on weekdays, they are still thinking about each other, and I must be very at ease.

    He didn't say anything, just focused on driving.

    "It's fine, I'll take care of it with you."

    The sky was already bright when they arrived, as if it had been dyed several layers of gray by the mist.

    Father Ji has been transferred to the Brain Hospital and is resting in the ward at the moment.

    Surgery is a near miss, and the prognosis is good.

    When Jiang Wang accompanied Ji Linqiu up, Ji's mother was thanking her life with tears.

    She was short and rickety, as if she had suffered a lot of life, and her cheeks and the backs of her hands were full of wrinkles.

    But looks well dressed and educated.

    Besides she was accompanied by a young woman who was wiping tears, with a face similar to Ji Linqiu, who should be his sister.

    "Mom." Ji Linqiu whispered.

    "This is Brother Jiang, the hospital bed he helped contact."

    The two women rushed over to greet them, thanking them in every possible way.

    Jiang Wang was very incapable of dealing with this kind of situation.

    He had never seen Ji Linqiu in a state of panic and embarrassment before, so that he was a little embarrassed when he was involved.

    But in any case, as long as people are safe, it's not a big problem.

    Thinking like this, a slap in the face suddenly came from a distance.

    "You useless bastard!"

    Jiang Wang's face changed, he quietly pushed the fire door open a crack, and found that Ji Linqiu was beaten to the other side.

    "How many times have your father and I tried to persuade you," the woman was hysterical and undisguised in the absence of outsiders: "We have found our way , as long as you come here, you can come to the bank to work, but you really can't find a good company to do some money-making errands, you are teaching in a bad place, and your father is dying and you can't make it!"

    The back of Ji Linqiu is very thin.

    He was silent for a long time, his voice still cold.

    "It's all right now."

    "It's something, it's a big thing!" The woman's voice was sharp and harsh, as if she didn't care whether the people in the ward would be woken up: "We are old You are the only son in the Ji family, and your father came to the provincial capital just because he couldn't worry about you."

    "I ask you, when did you find a decent family to marry?!"

    "You're already a three-year-old, but if you don't want your father to wake up and be mad, you better understand!"

    "Our old Ji family - can't do it!"