Peng Xingwang's performance is not bad.

In the first grade, he didn't pay anything, but the small town was also fashionable, and children generally learned English early, so he couldn't keep up.

Jiang Wang is the adult version of this kid, and he doesn't need to take the fourth-level oral English test in the army, and his level has not improved much after so many years.

"Ai, wake up, Dart (i thk that)—"

Peng Xingwang touched his lips and said, "Hey wake up, but—"

The final exam is a few days away, so can make up a little bit.

There are senior parents in Jiang Wang's office, who teach him to cut cigarette boxes into word cards while knitting wool to teach children.

"It's that simple?"

"Hey, enlightenment, you have to accompany him to develop an interest first."

After Jiang Wang returned home, he held the word card and taught in a dignified manner.

"Card, that, ah, broken."

Peng Xingwang sat upright.

"Card, ah, that, broken."

"Wrong, wrong, come back."

After ten times of teaching, Jiang Wang turned the word card over.

"How about a pineapple?"

Peng Xingwang was full of self-confidence: "Ah, the card is broken!"

Before Jiang Wang tutored, he was still able to take the test of 62, and he dropped to 48 after tutoring.

The child's nose was red from crying, and he dared to go home after wiping away his tears. He handed the paper to Jiang Wangshi with his mouth deflated, ready to show his buttocks for him to pump at any time.

Jiang Wang didn't have the slightest urge to condemn.

It's not that he is more in favor of encouraging education or other things, it's purely because he had a lower test in junior high school.

...Geography twenty-nine.

Peng Xingwang watched the man's expression carefully like a searchlight when he read the papers.

Jiang Wang had no expression: "Where to sign?"

Peng Xingwang hesitated: "Aren't you mad at me?"

...why should I be angry with myself.

Seeing that there was no response from him, the child took the initiative to frank his thoughts.

"Big brother...you're so busy right now, remember to do my homework for me, I'm even worse on the exam...I'm sorry."

Jiang Wang touched his chin and suddenly remembered something: "What did Teacher Ji say?"

Peng Xingwang's eyes turned red again: "Mr. Ji criticized me."

"He asked me who I learned these pronunciations from, and I said my eldest brother." The child was particularly aggrieved: "Then he asked me to listen more to the tapes and check my reading next Monday."

Jiang Wang finally realized what the point was.

The tail of the crane can't help the tail of the crane, indeed.

"This way," he rubbed the child's head, and pulled out the milk candy from the drawer for him to eat: "I'll contact Teacher Next Ji later to see if he can make up for you on weekends, okay?"

Peng Xingwang decided to punish himself for not eating candy, and put the candy in the stationery box very cherishly: "Will Teacher Ji hate me? I'm so stupid."

Jiang Wang laughed: "Do you think Big Brother is stupid?"

"……not at all!"

"Brother is not stupid, you are not stupid, remember?"

The child didn't understand the logic at all, and nodded obediently.

When he went back to the living room to watch TV, Jiang Wang sent a text message to Ji Linqiu.

It's really inconvenient to not have WeChat. He really wants to see what Teacher Ji's circle of friends will post.

[Mr. Ji is disturbed, Xingwang's English foundation is relatively poor, I wonder if it is inconvenient for you to make up for him privately? Thank you very much for your hard work. ]

After about fifteen minutes, the other party came back.

[Mr. Jiang is very kind, I have free time on Friday night, just let him come over at 8:00. ]

The conversation should have stopped here, but Jiang Wang was still looking at the screen.

He didn't really want to talk to this man about money.

Even if Jiang Wang's image of 'the gentle and handsome teacher Ji' was transformed into 'the occasional wet teacher Ji', the pure white halo was still inseparable and should not be tainted by any trivialities.

The man didn't think about how to repay for a while, and the phone vibrated again.

[Does Mr. Jiang often go to the provincial capital on weekends? ]

[If it's convenient, could you drop me a ride, thank you very much. ]

Jiang Wang's eyes lit up.

He has to go to the provincial capital to meet with clients every weekend, and he basically drives around by himself, and the seats are very empty.

[Convenient, where is Teacher Ji going? ]

[There is often a weekend book market near the Normal University, and some lectures are also held. I have always been interested. ]

[Ok, see you then. ]

Jiang Wang has always had some obsessions with Ji Linqiu.

He asked vaguely, and the feedback from the neighbors was consistent with his memory.

Ji Linqiu has a friendly and friendly relationship with his colleagues, and there are not many friends.

Such a good teacher, how can he live alone in his 40s or 50s in such a clear and cold manner.

Every time he thinks of him, a childish obsession emerges deep in his heart.

I want to make the teacher happy and make the teacher's life more lively and comfortable.

They are sure to chat a lot on the road on weekends.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Wang glanced at a small point.

"What are you thinking about?" Peng Xingwang said first, "I've been laughing all the time."

The man glanced at him: "Is something wrong?"

The child first held back at the door for a while, then rubbed against his chair with two or three steps, and held it for a few more seconds.

"That... bro, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, I have something to say."

Peng Xingwang's cheerful aura disappeared a little. He looked down at his toes and said, "I...I want to go home sometime."

For fear of hurting the heart of his beloved eldest brother, he quickly raised his head to look at the man's expression: "You must not misunderstand!"

"I...I'm afraid my father will die."

"Although he beats me often, Grandma Huang also said that he made my mother angry... But I was very afraid that he would die."

Jiang Wang was silent for a few seconds before reaching out to hold him.

"I'll take you there tomorrow, okay?"

He knew what his younger self was afraid of.

An alcoholic doesn't care about others, let alone be responsible for himself.

Once a person is deeply intoxicated, his self-consciousness will continue to disappear, and it is easy to choke on vomit.

Jiang Wang used a hot towel to wipe his father's face many times when he was a child.

The towel was originally a new towel given to him by Aunt Zhang next door to wash his face. It was snow-white and pears printed on it. Later, it was dyed into a tattered rag with yellow vomit.

So that Jiang Wang will stay for a long time when he buys towels in the supermarket many years later.

But no matter what, still have to accompany Peng Xing to watch it in person, so that the bastard does not do anything out of the ordinary.

The next day after school was very early, the sky was still clear and bright at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Wang accompanied Peng Xingwang slowly to the direction of his old home.

Children now have a lot of things they can only dream of.

Neat and clean room, desk lamp and favorite book, after finishing homework, you can watch two episodes of Blue Cat's Naughty 3000 Questions.

But he was still thinking about his father, who was never good to him.

The alley is still crowded and lively, the old lady is standing in front of the open-air vegetable stall with a bag of tomatoes chatting, and the hawker is sweating and grilling mutton kebabs.

Jiang Wang walked in step by step, imagining what his father was doing now.

The two roles of parents, like teachers, have an aura of nothingness and unbreakable effect on children.

It seems that as long as they are mentioned, the bloodline will evoke a lot of longing and joy, even if they know it shouldn't be.

When Peng Xing looked at the vaccine, he was jumping up and down, and the more he walked in, the more nervous he became.

"Actually, sometimes my dad is pretty good," he suddenly defended himself. "When my dad doesn't drink, he will take me to the park to play, and he will fry fish for me to eat."

"Dad, he... The work pressure is too high, and there are always unhappy things, so he drinks so much alcohol."

The man listened quietly, and the yellowed memories emerged one after another.

"Really, eldest brother," Peng Xingwang showed an embarrassed smile: "Would you... hate my father?"

Jiang Wang looked down at his young self and thought about it for a long time.

"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe I don't know him very well either."

The two walked into the depths of the shanty town and suddenly smelled the aroma of pork ribs and kelp soup.

The child's eyes suddenly lit up: "Dad made the soup! I drank it a long time ago, brother, did you tell him in advance that we are coming??"

"It's good he didn't drink," Peng Xingwang tried his best to be more natural, rubbed his eyes and kept smiling: "I told you, don't tell Dad, really..."

Before they finished speaking, a woman with a strong scent of perfume walked over, wiping their shoulders, the small high heels were sharp and thin, and her voice was clear.

Peng Jiahui was tasting in the kitchen when he heard footsteps and hurriedly brushed his hair twice to greet her.

"Sorry, sorry, I should come out to pick you up, Xiaoyan, are you tired of walking? Let me peel an apple for you?"

The woman let him wrap his arms around his waist, and walked in with a tender smile: "Brother Peng~ It's common to see outsiders."

The child stared blankly into the distance, suddenly not knowing what to do.

He was only seven years old, and he seemed to have great ideas in everything he did. At this time, he finally showed his age-appropriate panic.

Two steps further forward, you can see the balcony and the living room through the window.

Jiang Wang calmed down for a few seconds and wanted to bend over to pick up the child.

Peng Xingwang took the lead and walked back, his voice was much lower: "Brother, it's getting late, I'll go home and do my homework first."

Jiang Wang wanted to say something comforting, but Peng Xingwang turned his back to him and walked faster: "Okay, okay, I don't worry if he choked, thank you eldest brother for coming with me."

It was not until the child was sent home that the man went downstairs in his coat and returned to the shanty town alone.

He stood in a place not too far away to smoke, not so much smoking, but more in a daze by the smoke.

The kelp soup is very fragrant, and you can smell it from a distance of more than ten meters.

He also hadn't had pork ribs soup for years.

There was a large pot of tens of yuan in the Mingming restaurant, but he never drank it.

I don't know how long stood there before Peng Jiahui, who saw off the woman, walked back and was shocked when he recognized Jiang Wangshi.

"Huh? Is that you?"

Jiang Wang leaned against the wall and breathed out a smoke ring, without looking at him or speaking.

Peng Jiahui, who was in his early thirties, showed an embarrassed smile, knowing that he had seen it.

"Xing Wang... is he okay?" Peng Jiahui also knew that he was ashamed to mention the child, and explained sternly: "I just changed jobs, and now I drink less than before."

"Everyone envies that you can make money, and they say that you take good care of him. I have always been very grateful to you."

The middle-aged man did not know that Jiang Wang was a blood relative from the future, so he said a lot to himself.

"I also know that drinking too much is not a good thing, but I have relied on it so much in recent years that I can't stop it."

"When I can buy a decent house, I will definitely..."

Jiang Wang suddenly interrupted him.

"Xingwang was worried that you were choking, and asked me to come and take a look."

"No, no," Peng Jiahui showed an embarrassed smile, quickly said "Wait a minute", ran home to pick up a few things, took out a pile of broken money from his arms, and tried to choose a few large ones. They were handed to Jiang Wang together.

"This is a practice question that Xingxing hasn't finished. This is the lamb he likes to sleep with. ... And this book. I drank too much to blow his breath, and now it's all glued."

Jiang Wang looked at him silently for a few seconds, took out five hundred dollars from his pocket with a cigarette in his mouth, and stuffed it back together with the pile of broken notes.

"I've collected the stuff, you can take the money, at least buy some decent clothes so that you don't lose face to the child." His voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing a lot of words and didn't say: "Let's go."

Peng Jiahui stood blankly at the end of the alley with the money in his hand, until Jiang Wang left for a long time before leaving.

Jiang Wang went to the barbecue stall and sat alone for a long time.

There are some things he doesn't want to distinguish, and he is not someone who can think about philosophical family problems.

He just drank two cans of beer, smoked a few more cigarettes, and packed a ham and sausage pancake to go home.

The child has finished his homework and fell asleep, but he didn't move his pocket money, and he didn't even eat the newly bought potato chips in the living room.

Maybe not sleeping, just not wanting to face him.

Jiang Wang didn't speak, leaned over and shoved the dirty and old lamb against the child's face, and after thinking about it, he tucked the quilt into the lamb.

He heard faint sobbing as he left the room. w ,please keep in mind:,,,