Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    Jiang Wang did not expect that carrying his own father would be the same as carrying a quail.

    Peng's father bullied the soft and feared the hard for so many years. It was the first time that he lost face in front of a bunch of children. When he fell back to the ground, he blushed and scolded several times.

    Jiang Wang raised his hand expressionlessly, the latter immediately shut up and shrank his neck.

    "I am a relative whom her mother asked for," he decided to give a basic explanation: "I came here to give this child a basic care."

    "When will you be able to live a normal life, come and take me Peng Xingwang."

    Father Peng gouged out his legs and left, his face still glowing with an unnatural hangover red.

    Not long after the farce, the head teacher hurried over. The old lady surnamed Xu has always had a bad temper. When she saw someone, she first sprayed the concept of Teacher Ji's head.

    "How do you become a teacher? Can't you maintain basic discipline? Just let the two parents fight and let the children see jokes?"

    When Jiang Wang saw her, his back habitually straightened, he coughed and stepped forward to explain.

     Mrs. Xu looked him up and down: "Are you the new parent of Peng Xingwang?"

    "Hmm."

    "The tuition and miscellaneous fees are 236, and the lunch box fee is 150. His father has not paid it. Are you coming?"

    Jiang Wang didn't talk too much, and handed over the money.

    I hesitated for a second when I handed it over.

    Peng Jiahui came here today with a leather bag, did he come to pay the fee on purpose?

    The old lady expressed her satisfaction after ordering the money, and greeted the child to come over and lecture.

    "There are many people taking care of you now, so you have to study hard and listen carefully, do you understand?"

    Peng Xingwang nodded quickly: "Thank you brother! Thank you Teacher Ji!"

    The English teacher touched his head with a smile: "I'll go first."

    Jiang Wang didn't plan to stay any longer, he cut off the old lady's words with two or three sentences, and walked out with the child along the mighty crowd.

    He held the child's hood with one hand in his pocket, and he was a little lost when he walked.

    It's ironic that he kept hoping that his father would be good.

    Peng Jiahui is only in his early thirties. If he can be a good person and find a stable job...

    Jiang Wang took a deep breath and put this ridiculous idea behind him.

    It's too late to be a father to myself when I was a child, and I'm in a hurry to be a father to my own father, come on.

    The room in the guest house lasted for one more day, Jiang Wang washed the child himself after taking a bath, and suddenly patted his forehead.

    "What's wrong!" Peng Xingwang looked alert!

    "Cake... fuck, forget it."

    Peng Xingwang raised his head as fast as he could smell.

    "The stall has already closed, I'll buy it for you another day." Jiang Wang picked up his clothes and walked out, seeing the child still looking at himself, he asked one more question: "I'm going to lay wallpaper in the new house, You can go with me if you're afraid alone, but there's no TV there."

    Peng Xingwang jumped out of bed and put on shoes: "I finished my homework in school, I can help you!"

    It was pitch-dark in the condominium, and there was an old man hunched over in a ventilated place, sitting on water and burning honeycomb, and the smell was choking.

    Jiang Wang didn't expect that there wasn't even a night light here, so he took Peng Xingwang's hand when he went upstairs.

    The child shook and smiled brightly.

    "I originally wanted to paint, but no matter how environmentally friendly it is, it is not good for children." Jiang Wang took the wallpaper tube out of the bag and explained to Peng Xingwang how to use it.

    At present, the child is not tied to his lifeline, but don't take care of it and cause serious diseases such as leukemia.

      Mosquito coils are not enough.

    Jiang Wang stepped on the ladder and took care of himself, the child was very sensible and helped to clean up the plastic bags left by the incumbent residents in the house. After collecting a large bag, he dragged it out on the flip-flops Throw.

    Peng Xingwang will sing loudly when he is in a good mood, half of which are various nursery rhymes taught in school music classes, and the other half are messy advertising songs.

    The child runs far away and the song also tugs the line like a kite and floats away.

    Jiang Wang listened to his out-of-tune songs while brushing glue, and suddenly stopped bothering him.

    Children are always noisy, and a few more words are like Xia Chan, causing headaches.

    But it makes people laugh after listening to it too much, and the mood becomes very good.

    The singing floated up from the second floor, and suddenly stopped at the entrance of the stairs on this floor, and there was no sound for a long time.

    Jiang Wang posted the whole thing on his hand, but he didn't hear the next post, and he didn't see the child coming back, so he wiped the glue and went out the stairs.

    Won't you really be photographed?

    He saw Peng Xingwang walking in front of Teacher Ji.

    "Ha! Teacher, look, let me tell you!"

    Jiang Wang blinked and realized what the landlord meant when he said 'many teachers also live here'.

    He is wearing a ragged apron now, and his shoulders and thighs are covered with wall ash, which is completely irrelevant to the word decent.

    "Mr. Jiang moved here too?" Teacher Ji laughed: "I'm on the fifth floor, what a coincidence."

    Children cheered and chatted, picked up the broom and dustpan and ran to the bedroom.

    Leave the two of them facing each other at the door.

    "Here...it's more convenient to go to school." Jiang Wang is not very good at talking to such people alone.

    If he encounters a ruffian, or is a client's superior, he will do whatever he wants.

    Mr. Ji is gentle and clear, which is not within the scope of his experience.

    Mr. Ji first looked at the living room that had not yet been cleaned, held the book in one hand and helped him take off the unfinished poster in the other, and said casually, "Smoking."

    Jiang Wang suddenly felt guilty.

    He rarely feels that way. How many years have passed since graduation, how can it still be like a student standing in front of this person.

    "Small and no addiction."

    Mr. Ji hummed, and swept over his yellowed knuckles.

    Jiang Wang clapped his hands twice, and simply put them on his back: "It's not that I've been worrying too much recently..."

    Mr. Ji laughed.

    He smiled, as if everything could be forgiven, but he was watching everything.

    "Have you eaten yet?"

    "I just ate a bowl of fried noodles, I'm not hungry."

    "I made chicken soup with mushrooms at noon, can I bring you a can?"

    Jiang Wang swallowed his saliva, and rationally has already prepared an answer plan, "No, I accept it".

    Then a villain popped up in my heart and said that I really wanted to drink the soup made by my teacher.

    The next second Peng Xingwang came out of the bedroom: "What! Teacher, you can still cook soup! I'm so hungry!!"

    Jiang Wang turned his head back fiercely: "I didn't eat at night!"

    "Just hungry!"

    "Wait." Teacher Ji waved his hand and went upstairs to give them hot soup.

    Jiang Wang waited for Teacher Ji to leave before glaring at the child, who glared back: "You don't drink me two bowls!"

    He was once again impressed by himself.

    The house is small and the wallpapering progress is fast.

    Under the watchful eye of Teacher Ji, one big and one small washed their hands three times, and then sat around drinking hot chicken soup.

    Mr. Ji's parents are from the next province, but he was assigned here after graduating from normal school, and stayed for six years.

    In this era, promotion and transfer are all about giving gifts. He doesn't like doing this kind of thing, so he never does it.

    "How about you?"

    "I used to do business in Shenzhen," Jiang Wang drank the soup very slowly, and his voice warmed a little while holding the bowl: "As arranged by his mother, come to take care of Xingwang, and I guess I will open a shop or something."

    "Right," he looked at him, his voice deliberately casual: "Teacher, what's your name."

    "The word that autumn is coming."

    Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, thinking that the name is really nice.

    After the two finished eating, they went to wash the dishes in tacit understanding, and sent Ji Linqiu to the stairs.

     "Tomorrow I will take him for a medical examination, it should be fine."

    "Okay, thanks."

    When they parted again, Jiang Wang was still thinking about this person.

    It's just his duty, he wants to say thank you.

    Peng Xingwang ran back to the house and went to see his new room first.

    "Big brother! Why am I in the pink star's room!"

    Jiang Wang knocked on the cockroach with the heel: "Because it's cheap."

    Peng Xingwang ran to his room again: "But your room is dark blue!"

    "Then you change with me?"

    Peng Xingwang looked aggrieved: "You know I don't dare."

    Jiang Wang finally looked at him: "Isn't pink beautiful?"

    "Good...good."

    The next morning, the two went to the city hospital on time to check their health.

    Jiang Wang gave himself a number too, thinking that he had been knocked fifty meters away, a little internal injury would be very troublesome.

    The hospital was crowded on weekends, and there were children crying at their throats.

    The summer heat outside made the skin hot, and the shade inside was full of urine smell.

    The pediatrician had a general understanding of the situation and instructed Peng Xingwang to take a scale first, and then check the blood later.

    "35 pounds, so thin at the age of seven, obviously malnourished."

    Jiang Wang frowned: "How many pounds do you have to feed?"

    The doctor thought that you are not a pig farmer, can you pay more attention to the way you speak.

    "At least forty-two pounds, it's okay to be a little fatter."

    Peng Xingwang didn't wake up too much in the morning, and he couldn't hear their conversation when he stood on the scale.

    He didn't recognize the nutrition, and he suddenly woke up from drowsiness.

    Wait!

    Why did my brother bring me here!

    Jiang Wang's words fell into the children's ears.

    "...so thin, when do I have to feed it, just give me meat?"

      will not be able to keep up.”

    "Understood, you can prescribe the medicine, and I will supervise him to take it on time."

    Jiang Wang did not expect that he would have to learn how to fatten children at a young age, and sighed.

    "Strive to meet the target at the end of the year, it is not good to be too thin."

    The child's expression became frightened.

    It turns out that eldest brother is not a human trafficker!

    Big brother, he will feed me fat and sell organs!