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Chapter 2 Chapter 2
Jiang Wang suddenly found it difficult to reason with his seven-year-old self.
"I won't sell you." He said slowly: "Actually... I'm a relative your mother asked to take care of you. In terms of seniority, I'm your cousin."
"You are safe now."
Peng Xingwang had not seen his mother for several years. At this moment, his eyes were filled with tears, and he raised his head to look at him.
"Really?"
Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he finally found a decent rhetoric, and his tone was finally gentle.
"Well, in fact, I look a lot like her, take a closer look."
Peng Xingwang thought for a few seconds.
"Can you give her a call?"
Jiang Wang was expressionless: "I don't have a cell phone."
"There is a landline at the front desk of the guest house."
"go to sleep."
Peng Xingwang looked disappointed, so he almost wrote 'you really lied to me' on his face, sniffed his nose and climbed back to the bed, wrapped in a ball, and fell asleep with even breathing after a while.
Jiang Wang sat alone by the bed, holding a half-roll of gauze in a trance.
He didn't expect things to get to this point.
Inexplicably, he took out the juvenile version of himself, and it was absolutely impossible to return the child again, and he could only bite the bullet and continue to raise it.
A certain person has zero love experience so far, and he is annoyed when he hears a child crying. He originally gave up on himself and planned to be a bachelor until he grows old. Before leaving, he found a place to dig a hole and lie down and save money on coffins.
He looked at Peng Xingwang a little annoyed.
Early the next morning, when it was just dawn, Peng Xingwang carefully slipped out of bed with bare feet, glanced at the bulging quilt on the next bed, and ran out quickly.
Three steps hit the iron-like eight-pack abs.
"hiss"
Jiang Wang looked down at him with a bag of soy milk fritters, and the shadow fell on the elder.
Peng Xingwang turned around and ran, jumped back into the quilt and forced to sleep again, pretending that nothing happened.
"Get up." The man said coldly: "Have a shower and go to school."
The child thought he heard it wrong: "...going to school?"
Jiang Wang had already bought a cheap t-shirt and put it on, with his back facing the shirt and jacket he put away on the balcony: "What time does school usually end? I'll pick you up later."
The child was quiet for a while, and his voice became much quieter.
"No one ever picked me up from school."
Peng Xingwang is seven years old this year. According to the habit of early admission in City A, he should be in the second grade.
But he has never been to kindergarten. His father has been soaked in alcohol and vomit all day since he was born, and his mother fled the country in a hurry after two years of birth, and he can live to this day thanks to the food of his neighbors.
The children have nowhere to go after jumping around, picking up trash on the street all day long, teasing cats and dogs. Thanks to the strict grasp of urban civilization construction this year, the aunts of the neighborhood committee took them to the primary school to enforce the nine-year compulsory education.
But after all, it is not the biological child of the family, and the neighbors can only care about intermittently. If you are too close, let alone waste money, the family will have opinions.
How else can children choose, make do with it.
Jiang Wang was silent for a few seconds, then neatly folded the old coat and held it in his arms with one hand, and led Peng Xingwang out.
Hongshan Elementary School opens at seven in the morning. The school uniform is brown and yellow with black double stripes. From a distance, it looks like a group of puppies and bees lining up to enter the door.
The big tall man and the little boy stood for a long time beside the bus sign diagonally opposite the school entrance.
Jiang Wang suddenly remembered that Peng Xingwang had no school uniform.
To be precise, didn't get a clean suit until was about to graduate, and was as tattered as a little beggar before.
Peng Xingwang didn't understand what he was thinking, he tilted his head and said, "Have I passed?"
Jiang Wang frowned, turned around and said, "Let's go."
He has to get some money to buy him a school uniform first.
One big and one small walked aimlessly along the street and turned into a sports lottery shop after a while.
The old TV is still a black and white screen. The signal of the football program is not good, and the snowflakes flash for a while, and the old man slaps it several times from time to time.
This kind of place has always been a reserved place for retirees to play cards and chat, and there are few early morning businesses, but there are many people sitting there.
The old man guarding the counter saw a social youth who was holding a child, his expression was not friendly: "Is something wrong?"
Jiang Wang stared at the TV and said after a while, "World Cup?"
"You have to buy a lottery ticket to watch the game," the old man said bluntly, "there's no seat left, just stand."
Peng Xingwang looked out of the street timidly, not knowing whether he should run or not at this moment.
Jiang Wang does not like to watch football.
His interests are ridiculously small, and he has lived autistically all these years.
In the first few years of work, there was a projection screen in the living room of the rental house. The shared roommate would watch the game when he had nothing to do on the weekends, and even dig out the games from earlier years and smack it again and again.
Jiang Wang occasionally picked up the wine that the other party handed over, and the cheerful Kan, he was drinking half-asleep next to him.
Occasionally the ball was scored, and the living room could hear a loud drink downstairs. Jiang Wang would drowsy sip his wine and watch the screen for a while, then lean on the sofa and fall asleep.
The old man made up his mind to drive them away, but he didn't expect the young people in the society to take out a stack of tickets.
Looking at hundreds of them, they all broke into loose money for some reason.
Jiang Wang counted one hundred and eight and handed it to him.
"Poland vs Ecuador, buy zero to two."
The old man gave him a suspicious look, swiped Zhang Zhang's fifty-twenty money with the money detector, and slowly opened a ticket.
Next to him, a middle-aged man who was hiding from his wife to watch the ball laughed.
"You buy Ecuador?"
"Last year's friendly match against Poland was three to zero. Young people, don't play like this if you want to bet on the upset."
"Zuravsky's attacking thief is fucking awesome," the person next to him smiled and brushed off his cigarette: "Listen to me, it's not a loss for Poland."
Peng Xingwang found a small bench and sat down, and fell asleep on the table after a while.
Two hours later, the man put the brand-new 500 yuan in his pocket, bent over and gave the child a brain break.
"Ow!" Peng Xingwang stretched out his hand to protect his head: "It hurts!"
"Drinking soda." Jiang Wang looked like he was asking, and he had already pulled open the freezer: "What does it taste like?"
Peng Xingwang was very alert: "I don't drink it."
Jiang went his own way and took two bottles of Arctic Ocean.
While the boss opened the bottle caps for them, he had nothing to do to inquire about the news.
"Is this child your son?"
"How is that possible." Jiang Wang twitched the corner of his mouth: "I can't be so dumb."
At noon, the two returned to school and went to the Academic Affairs Office to buy a set of school uniforms, white shoes, red scarf, and little yellow hat.
When paying the money, a classmate recognized Peng Xing Wang, and looked up at Jiang Wang curiously.
"Wangzai, who is he?"
Peng Xingwang shouted crisply and brightly.
"My big brother!"
Jiang Wang's air pressure was inexplicably lower.
The teacher had been bothering about the child's family not paying any money before, and he was relieved to see that someone was finally willing to take care of it, and took out the fitted clothes in two or three times.
The child hugged his clothes with bright eyes, rushed to the bathroom to change and then rushed out, pulling Jiang Wangyi's corner and smiling silly.
"Does it look good!"
Jiang Wang thought about where this mud dog's color scheme would be good to see, and squinted and nodded reluctantly.
Peng Xingwang's smile became brighter, and he wanted to blend in with the other muddled elementary school students: "I'm going to class?!"
As soon as Jiang Wang raised his head, his eyes suddenly stopped.
There was a familiar figure at the other end of the corridor.
The man was thin and thin, with a piece of white jade on his right wrist, and his eyes were as clear as a summer night's moon.
The flow of time seemed to slow down suddenly, Jiang Wang took a step forward, like a student who finally returned to school to visit his teacher after more than 20 years.
The man saw that Peng Xingwang was wearing the new school uniform, smiled and patted the child's head and praised him for his good looks. He held hands and took him back to class.
The man stood at the far end, watching his shadow fade down the steps like a tidal wave, he was stunned for a long time, and after a while he looked at the old coat that he had been holding in his arms.
He doesn't even know his name. w ,please keep in mind:,,,