Jiang Wang hurriedly responded.

"Go this weekend, don't worry."

After hanging up and returning to the room, Peng Xingwang had 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 it.

"Mr. Ji called."

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

"He told you to take a bath and rub the mud." Jiang Wang said lazily, "Write it quickly, 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 a total of 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 genius doctor's unique recipe!"

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

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

"Lu Fang's secret medicine Lu Fang is a 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 at what I'm doing."

"Big brother."

"?"

"Did you come to our city to find medicine?"

"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 especially happy that someone could finally sign him.

"Read it."

"Little ↗ White → Rabbit ↑ Bend → Go..."

Jiang Wang held down his textbook.

"Read in human words."

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

"Little-white-rabbit-bending"

Jiang Wang held down his book again.

"Don't read it, sign it."

Peng Xingwang looked disappointed: "Is it because I didn't read well?"

"You use an ordinary and flat tone." Jiang Wang patiently taught him: "Don't learn like the three yellow chickens crowing."

Peng Xingwang suppressed 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 moved a horse to rub mud in the shower.

Jiang Wang took a bath every day before, and his strong body was wheatish. He simply washed twice to get enough water.

The child has been soaking in a slum-like environment for several years, and he rarely takes a serious bath, and he can smell the sour smell when he is 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 to the puppy, and occasionally he doesn't dare to bark when it hurts.

The man felt unhappy when he saw his obedient and tame appearance.

"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 teacher who I trust very much."

"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, and turned him around and continued rubbing the mud, remembering to squeeze some shower gel when his flesh turned red.

"It's a pity that that person had a bad life afterwards."

"He treats everyone very well. He doesn't accept red envelopes during the festivals and takes care of the students instead. 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 will have a bad life."

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

"I'll explain to you later."

People in big cities live free.

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

The town is like a cobweb, there are too many ties 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.

"The one from Lao Ji's family has never been married?"

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

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

"Yes, when I was young, I was handsome and good at teaching, but many matchmakers failed."

"What do you know?" The old man stretched out a hand under the table, and hooked his little finger ambiguously: "Generally, this is the case for people who don't get married and don't find a woman at this age."

The women stretched out their hands to cover their mouths pretending to be surprised, seeing that they had heard something terrible and stained their ears, laughed together and approached for a detailed chat.

Jiang Wang saw Teacher Ji, whose temples were turning white, at the wedding banquet that day.

When he was in his twenties, he still only knew that the person was Teacher Ji.

Gentle and respectable, well-mannered, Tingfa Novel has been subsidizing students in the mountains all these years.

Jiang Wang knew that homosexuality was 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. No one cares about marrying their own hedgehog.

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

But men hang out with men, and any word of mouth in such a small place will undoubtedly directly determine the bottom of being squeezed and ridiculed inside and out.

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

In one bath, it took only three washes and flushes to finish.

The dirt and sweat had formed lumps in the elbow sockets and the bends of the legs, and it was time to use a steel ball to brush them.

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've turned white!"

Jiang Wang: "..."

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

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

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

"When you grow up, you can go to work and 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 absurdly 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 his hair and ran back into the quilt.

Jiang Wang glanced back at him, wanting to continue explaining something but choosing not to.

"Go to sleep, I will send you to school tomorrow."

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

"Big brother."

"what's up?"

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

Jiang Wang thought for a few seconds and realized that the child cared about not 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 phone call."

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

"Then, is there anything my mother wants to tell me?"

Jiang Wang was silent for a few seconds.

"I almost forgot, but you have to ask me a question." 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.

I don't think there is any problem at all.

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

The warm 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, and you can use it casually."

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

... or handed it by myself.

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

The sun was shining brightly today, and the whole city was illuminated with golden light, making people want to laugh while walking on the road.

Peng Xingwang hummed a song as he walked, thinking that it would be better if he could hold his eldest 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 to the primary school was crowded, and the students were still arguing like screaming chickens.

When Jiang Wang sent 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.

"Big brother! This is my good friend Yang Kai!"

Jiang Wang's expression froze a bit.

The boy with pigtails next to him wiped his snot with the back of his hand, and his voice was very loud: "Wangzi! Why do you call him big brother!"

"Because he's the coolest!"

Not far away, a little girl wearing a three-bar armband rushed over and shouted fiercely: "You two, hurry up! Be careful I'll be 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 go away, thinking about 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 his nose, and he went to live in 2006 by himself. It is estimated that he can only find people from his uncle's generation as friends.

In the morning, went to the sports lottery station as a routine, and got 200 yuan to ask questions, and 80% of savings were all in Argentina to play 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.

It's not a serious job to always speculate, let alone a month after the World Cup is over.

Jiang Wang has thought about a lot of ways these days.

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

Although the development of this town is average, it is the place with the lowest printing cost in the surrounding provinces and cities because of the good growth of fast-growing bamboo forests.

Therefore, a large number of teaching aid materials were concentrated and wholesaled to this foundry, and later it was awarded the title of a strong education city.

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

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

Forget it, I'll contract the courier service in this city. w ,please keep in mind:,,,