Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    Jiang Wang responded quickly.

    "Go this weekend, don't worry."

    After hanging up and returning to the room, Peng Xingwang has finished his math homework and clumsily drew letters on the notebook.

    The child didn't ask any questions, but Jiang Wang couldn't help but mention a sentence.

    "Mr. Ji called."

    "Hey?" Peng Xingwang's ears perked up: "Did he praise me?"

    "He told you to take a bath and rub mud." Jiang Wang said lazily: "Hurry up and write, and I'll wash it for you later."

    Peng Xingwang gave a quick hum, and when he was doing his homework, everyone swayed around on the chair.

    There are four small TVs in the guest house. Except for the local news, which is the World Cup rebroadcast, the other two channels are full of advertisements for health care products.

    "A thousand-year-old miracle doctor!"

    "One course of treatment is not bad for the kidneys, three courses of treatment will fight all night!"

    "My wife took this deer prescription and bone strengthening medicine, and my high blood pressure is no longer a migraine!"

    "Deer recipe secret medicine Deer recipe good medicine, the magic medicine of the Lu family for a century!"

    Jiang Wang turned off the TV expressionlessly.

    The child glanced at him quietly.

    "Look what I'm doing."

    "Big Brother."

    "?"

    "Are you here to find medicine in our city?"

    "Write. Homework. Homework."

    When the English homework was finished, Peng Xingwang jumped up in front of him with the Chinese book in his arms, full of anticipation.

    "The teacher asked us to read the text three times and the parents' signature."

    He was very happy that someone could finally sign him.

    "Read it."

    “Little ↗white→rabbit ↑bending→writing…”

    Jiang Wang pressed his textbook.

    "Read in human words."

    Peng Xingwang felt that his eldest brother became fierce again, subconsciously trembled, cleared his throat and started again.

    "Little-white-rabbit-curved--"

    Jiang Wang pressed his book again.

    "Stop reading, sign it."

    Peng Xingwang showed a disappointed look: "Is it my bad reading?"

    Peng Xingwang held his tone and read it on the tablet with a dead fish-like tone.

    "Very good." The elder brother nodded with satisfaction: "I will read it like this in the future."

    After the business was over, the two of them moved a horse to rub mud in the shower.

    Jiang Wang took a bath every day before, and his strong body showed a wheat color.

    Children have been soaking in a slum-like environment for several years, and there are only a few serious baths, and they can smell the sour smell when they are close.

    Although he was rubbing himself now, Jiang Wang pinched his nose, frowned and rubbed the sweaty mud on his neck with a towel.

    Peng Xingwang seems to be obedient and supportive like a puppy, and occasionally does not dare to bark when it hurts.

    The man was upset when he saw his obedient and tame look.

    "Just say it if it hurts."

    Peng Xingwang blinked and flexibly avoided the topic.

     "Brother, do you have a teacher you like?"

    Jiang Wang rubbed the dead skin on the side of the back of his neck with his hands, and said casually, "There is a very trusted teacher."

    "He treats me very well. When he saw me poor before, he even brought me food."

    "Ah." Peng Xingwang raised his head and blew a snot bubble: "That must be as good as Teacher Ji."

    The man didn't answer, he carried him around and continued to rub the mud, remember to squeeze some shower gel when he saw his skin was red.

    "Unfortunately, that person had a very bad life afterwards."

    "He treats everyone very well. He doesn't accept red envelopes during the New Year's and festivals, but also sticks to take care of students. It's like being a teacher by nature."

    Peng Xingwang knew the timing and handed a bar of soap, stretched his arms and said, "Is your teacher sick?"

    Jiang Wang shook his head.

    "He's healthy."

    "But... I heard from relatives later that he didn't get married until he was forty or fifty years old."

    The child didn't understand: "If you don't get married, you have a bad life."

    Jiang Wang smiled and took the sprayer to help him clean it.

    "I'll explain to you later."

    People in big cities live free.

    Neighbors may not see each other for a lifetime, millions of people experience parallel time and space in the same steel forest.

    The town is like a cobweb, there are too many entanglements between right and wrong.

    That year, he went back to attend the wedding banquet of his good buddy Yang Kai. At the banquet, there was an aunt who was talking about vegetables in a plastic bag.

    "Lao Ji's family has never been married?"

     "These are almost fifty people, don't look at how white their parents are, alas."

    The old man in the flower shirt gave him a look and deliberately lowered his voice: "Are you talking about Mr. Ji from Hongshan Elementary School?"

     "Yes, when you are young, you are handsome, and you are good at teaching. Many people say that you are not a matchmaker."

      "

    The women put out their hands and covered their mouths with pretense of surprise, seeing that they heard something incredible and stained their ears, laughing into a ball and getting close to chatting, the voices are tedious and cumbersome to hear.

    Jiang Wang saw Teacher Ji with white hair at the wedding banquet that day.

    In his twenties, he still only knows that person is Teacher Ji.

    Gentle and respectable, persuasive and persuasive, listening to and sending novels has been subsidizing students in the mountains all these years.

    Jiang Wang knows that homosexuality is not a good word in this small town context.

    Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou are free and open, as long as they don’t disturb each other, it doesn’t matter how they play, and no one cares about marrying their own hedgehog.

    He has also seen that kind of person in business dealings, and his appearance is no different from that of an ordinary man.

    He would rather believe that Teacher Ji misses the girl he knew when he was young.

    In a bath, it took three washes to finish the brush.

    Peng Xingwang put on an oversized T-shirt and stood in front of the mirror, maintaining the posture of a scarecrow with a wow.

    "Brother! I'm white!"

    Jiang Wang: “…”

    "Big Brother!" Peng Xingwang looked left and right against the mirror, and couldn't help but said, "When I grow up, I will give you a bath too!"

    "No." Jiang Wangluo roughly wiped his hair, and his zero parenting patience was tested to the limit: "Growing up is not a good thing."

    Peng Xingwang looked at him through the mirror and blinked: "I dream of growing up!"

     "When you grow up, you can go to work to earn money, and you can buy whatever you want, isn't that good enough?"

    Jiang Wang paused, looking at his eyes twenty years ago through the mirror.

    This moment is absurd like a dream.

    "Growing up...is the beginning of sobriety." Jiang Wang said to himself.

    The child didn't understand, and the water droplets shook their hair and ran back into the quilt.

    Jiang Wang looked back at him, wanting to continue explaining something but chose not to.

    "Sleep, I will send you to school tomorrow."

    When the lights were turned off, they both fell into the darkness, Peng Xingwang wrapped the quilt and turned to look at him.

    "Big Brother."

    "What?"

    "Are you really...the person my mother asked to come over?"

    Jiang Wang thought for a few seconds and realized that the child was not concerned about him, but his mother.

    "Well, she's going to Hong Kong now." Jiang Wang said without changing his face: "There is no telephone connection between Hong Kong and here, the long distance is very expensive, so I can't make a call."

    Peng Xing thought about it, but couldn't figure out where Hong Kong was on earth.

    "Then, did mom want to tell me?"

    Jiang Wang was silent for a few seconds.

    "I almost forgot, and you have to ask me." He pretended to be relaxed: "Your mother asked me to tell you something."

    "Eat more meat, sleep more, play less games and don't catch a cold."

    The child slept sweetly all night and was very satisfied with this sentence.

    No problem at all.

    The phone rang on time the next morning, Jiang Wang yawned and called Peng Xingwang to get up.

    Hot soy milk flatbread was handed to the pillow.

    "Brother, have breakfast!"

    The child smiled a little embarrassedly: "You said that the money left over from buying stationery is my pocket money, you can use it casually."

    Jiang Wang lived like a lone wolf for twenty-seven years, the first time he was guarded by the pillow to deliver breakfast.

    … or by myself.

    He got up with a strong cough, finished eating with the child, and then sent him to school.

    Today the sun is shining brightly, and the whole city is illuminated with golden light, making people want to laugh when they walk on the road.

    Peng Xingwang hummed as he walked, thinking that it would be better if he could hold his elder brother's hand and walk together.

    He quietly raised his head and looked at Jiang Wang.

    Big brother is so tall, very cool.

    Such a cool person must not hold hands with a child like me.

    The entrance of the primary school was crowded, and the students were still as noisy as screaming chickens.

    When Jiang Wang delivered it to the door, he wanted to procedurally exhort a few words like 'have a good class', but the child in front of him cheered and rushed to the front.

    "Brother! This is my good friend Yang Kai!"

    Jiang Wang's expression was a little frozen.

    The boy with pigtails next to him wiped his snot with the back of his hand and said loudly: "Wangzi! Why do you call him big brother!"

    "Because he's the coolest!"

    Not far away, a little girl wearing a three-striped armband rushed over and shouted fiercely: "You two, hurry up! Be careful I remember being late!"

    "Zhang Xiaolu's head! It's like a ball! Kick it into a skyscraper!"

    "You—I'm going to sue the teacher!"

    Jiang Wang watched the three of them play away, thinking Yang Kai, Yang Kai, do you know that you plan to kick your wife's head as a ball.

    He stretched, a little bit of a headache and a little funny.

    Fa Xiao, who has been playing together for more than 20 years, is still dragging her nose, and she went to live in 2006. It is estimated that she can only find people from her uncle generation as friends.

    Routinely go to the sports lottery station in the morning, and get 200 yuan to ask questions. 80% of the savings are in Argentina and Ivory Coast 2 to 1.

    This time he only stayed for an hour, turned around to buy a bottle of Arctic Ocean and went shopping.

    Always speculating is not a serious job, not to mention the World Cup is over after a month.

    Jiang Wang has been thinking a lot these days.

    Buy bitcoin, speculate in futures, and master the information source to make money.

    Although the development of this small town is average, but relying on the fast-growing bamboo forest, it is the place with the lowest printing cost in the surrounding provinces and cities.

    Therefore, a large number of teaching and auxiliary materials are concentrated and wholesaled to this OEM, and later it was awarded the title of a strong education city.

    He plans to open an online store, but now this small broken local logistics network has not opened at all.

    The man snorted and looked around the street in the Arctic Ocean, and nodded reluctantly.

    That's all, I'll contract the courier in this city.