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Chapter 6 Chapter 6
Jiang Wang did not expect that carrying his own father would be the same as carrying a quail.
Father Peng had been bullying the soft and fearing the hard for so many years. It was the first time that he had 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, and the latter immediately shut up and shrank his neck.
"I'm a relative that her mother asked to come here," he decided to give a minimum explanation: "I'm here to give this child a basic care."
"When will you be able to live a normal life, come and lead me, Peng Xingwang."
Father Peng gouged out his legs and left with an unnatural hangover red on his face.
Not long after the farce, the head teacher hurried over. The old lady surnamed Xu has always had a bad temper. Seeing people, she first sprayed the concept of Teacher Ji's head.
"How do you become a teacher? Can't maintain basic discipline? Just let the two parents fight and let the children see jokes?"
When Jiang Wang saw her, his back was habitually stiff, and he coughed and stepped forward to explain.
Mrs. Xu looked him up and down: "Are you the new parent of Peng Xingwang?"
"Ok."
"Tuition and miscellaneous fees are two hundred and thirty-six, and the lunch box fee is one hundred and fifty. His father dragged him and refused to pay. Are you coming?"
Jiang Wang didn't talk too much, and handed over the money as he counted.
He hesitated for a second when he 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 teach him a lesson.
"Now that there are many people taking care of you, you have to study hard and listen carefully, do you understand?"
Peng Xingwang nodded quickly: "Thank you big brother! Thank you Teacher Ji!"
The English teacher smiled and touched his head: "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 followed the crowd with the child and walked out.
He was holding the child's hood with one hand in his pocket, and he was a little dazed when he walked.
Ironically, he kept hoping his father would be okay.
Even if he saw with his own eyes that the childhood version of himself was beaten violently, this extravagant hope was not extinguished.
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 thought 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 guest house's room lasted for one more day, and 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 been closed, and I'll buy it for you another day." Jiang Wang picked up his clothes and walked out, seeing the child still looking at him, he asked one more question: "I'm going to put wallpaper in the new house, if you are afraid that someone can follow me Let's go together, but there's no TV there."
Peng Xingwang jumped out of bed and put on his shoes: "I finished my homework in school, I can help you!"
It was pitch-dark in the building, and there were old people 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.
They turned on the lights in the new house, the house was dirty and stuffy, and the night wind outside was pouring into it.
"I wanted to paint, but no matter how environmentally friendly it is, it's not good for children." Jiang Wang took the wallpaper canister out of his 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 illnesses such as leukemia.
The wallpaper needs to be pasted from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, the glue doesn't smell good, plus it's a summer night without air conditioning, all the doors and windows are open all around, and it's not enough to light two mosquito coils.
Jiang Wang stepped on the bed 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 stepped on the flip-flop and threw it out.
When Peng Xingwang is in a good mood, he will sing loudly, half of which are various nursery rhymes taught in the school music class, and the other half are messy advertising songs.
The child ran far away, and the singing sounded like a kite, pulling the string and drifting away.
Jiang Wang listened to his out-of-tune songs while brushing glue, and suddenly stopped bothering him.
Children are always very noisy, and if they say a few more words, they will be like Xia Chan, causing a headache.
But after listening to it, it makes people laugh, 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 without hearing the text or seeing the child come back. He wiped the glue and went out the stairs.
Wouldn't it 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 has absolutely nothing to do with decent.
"Mr. Jiang also moved here?" Teacher Ji laughed: "I'm on the fifth floor, by coincidence."
The child cheered and you chatted, picked up the broom and dustpan and ran to the bedroom.
Leave the two of them looking at 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 if he is a client's superior, he will do whatever he wants.
However, Teacher Ji is gentle and clear, which is not within the scope of his experience.
Teacher 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, "Smoke."
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.
The man stepped forward to rush to work, touched his nose with his fingers stained with the wall dust, and unconsciously gave himself a whole face.
"Smoke less, not addicted."
Teacher Ji hummed, and the end of his eyes swept across his yellowed knuckles.
Jiang Wang clapped his hands twice, and simply put his hands behind his back: "It's not that I've been worrying too much recently..."
Teacher Ji laughed.
He smiled, as if everything could be forgiven, but he was watching everything.
"Have you eaten?"
"I just ate a bowl of fried noodles, I'm not hungry."
"I simmered mushroom chicken soup at noon, and brought you a can?"
Jiang Wang swallowed his saliva, and rationally had already prepared an answer, "No, 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 and went 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: "If you don't drink, I'll drink two bowls!"
He was once again attracted to himself.
The area of ββthe house is small, and the progress of wallpapering is also fast.
One big and one small washed their hands three times seriously under the watchful eyes of Teacher Ji, and then sat around drinking hot fresh chicken soup.
Teacher Ji's parents are from the next province, but he was assigned here after graduating from normal school and stayed there for six years.
In this era, promotions and transfers are all about giving gifts. He didn't like to do this kind of thing, so he never did it.
"And you?"
"I used to do business in Shenzhen," Jiang Wang drank the soup slowly, and his voice warmed a little while holding the bowl: "As arranged by his mother, he will come to take care of Xingwang, and he will probably open a shop later."
"By the way," he looked at him, his voice deliberately casual: "Teacher, what's your name."
"Linqiu, 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 tacitly, and sent Ji Linqiu to the stairs.
"I'll take him for a medical examination tomorrow, it should be fine."
"Okay, thank you."
When they parted again, Jiang Wang was still thinking about this person.
Obviously it's just a matter of duty, and he would like 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 little star's room!!"
Jiang Wang knocked on the cockroach with his 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 clearly know that I don't dare."
Jiang Wang finally looked at him: "Isn't pink good-looking?"
"looks great."
The next morning, the two went to the city hospital on time for physical examination.
Jiang Wang also called himself a number, thinking that he was knocked fifty meters away, and a little internal injury would be very troublesome.
On weekends, the hospital was crowded with people, and there were children crying.
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 kilograms do you have to feed?"
The doctor thought to himself that you are not a pig farmer, can you pay more attention to the way you speak.
"At least forty-two kilograms, 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 while standing on the scale.
He didn't recognize the nutrition before he could read, and he suddenly woke up from a drowsiness.
and many more! !
Brother, why did you bring me here! !
Then Jiang Wang's words fell into the children's ears.
"...I'm so thin, when do I have to feed the meat, right?"
"You need to raise your children scientifically, and don't mess around." The doctor was helpless: "You can't just feed the meat, you have to give him calcium and zinc supplements. It's just the time of growth. If you lose weight, your organ development will not keep up."
"Understood, you can prescribe the medicine, and I will supervise him to take it on time."
Jiang Wang didn't 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's not good to be too thin."
The child's expression became frightened.
It turns out that the big brother is not a human trafficker!
Big brother, he wants to feed me fat and sell organs!!w ,please keep in mind:,,,