Hongshan Elementary School is located at the T-junction. There are more than a dozen small restaurants scattered in the south direction. Jiang Wang is also idle when he is idle. The time to pick up the children is clockwise. Will take the initiative to say hello.

"Brother Jiang! The yellow-bone fish in the store is fresh. Come and try it?"

"It's not in the queue yet, don't worry."

Jiang Wang eats this street as a cafeteria, and the child gets bored after following the restaurant for a few days, so he goes home to cook instant noodles in high spirits.

The man didn't care about him, and continued to compare the taste of pea mixed noodles and fried noodles.

Aunt Hu's noodle shop saw that the shop was not big. There were six tables full of stools that were almost stacked to the ceiling. The business was not very good when it was time for dinner.

After all, in the three streets in the front and back, only her noodles are made of duck egg yolk and wheat flour.

The beef bone soup is simmered with a strong white milk fragrance, and the shallots are boiled with oil, which is indescribably fragrant.

Jiang Wang instructed a few guys to handle cross-city business and come half an hour in advance to eat noodles.

The stool was still hot, and someone knocked on the window.

"It's a coincidence." Ji Linqiu greeted, with a low-definition cobalt blue glass window on his side, looking a bit Hong Kong handsome.

Jiang Wang was a little surprised, and when Teacher Ji walked in and sat opposite him, he smiled uncomfortably.

"The taste of this shop is average, and the time is still early, why don't Teacher Ji try it in another place?"

"Two days ago, you said you owe me a meal, but today you can't bear to ask for beef noodles?" Ji Linqiu's eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, as if scrutinizing and laughing: "Don't worry, I'll just order Jiutian Wing Japan. Bao, Mr. Jiang is outspoken and will definitely not refuse me."

Strange to say, there are several old customers in the shop on weekdays, who even play cards and chat and cheer without eating. Today, the shop is empty, only two old men are sitting in the corner eating covered noodles, and a tattered canvas bag is placed next to it. .

The proprietress was not in front of the counter, and the man hurried to the back kitchen after ordering, but refused to come out to pour tea.

Jiang Wang's eyes changed slightly, and he wanted to find a reason to drive people away, but there was a sharp brake sound at the door.

That's too late.

Three Altos blocked the front and rear passages of the store. More than a dozen social youths got out of the car and poured into the store. There were people outside with U-shaped locks.

With a click, it is completely locked.

Ji Linqiu glanced outside the door, and poured tea for Jiang Wang himself.

"Mr. Jiang looks like a foreigner, have you ever drunk the camellia here?" He seemed to have not seen the surrounding street ruffians, and said with a sip: "The local dialect here is called this kind of tea three-pig pot. It is Taishan Begonia, and the aroma is very unique."

Jiang Wang took the tea he handed him, with a little more scrutiny in his eyes.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Ji Linqiu looked around and looked slowly: "It's a coincidence, there are three other students I have taught here."

"Xia Peng, Feng Zhaoyang, Li Hai, they should be in the second and third year of junior high, right?"

The three people who were named looked disheveled and didn't start unnaturally.

Jiang Wang suddenly realized that Ji Linqiu had come to find him on purpose today. He didn't figure out the reason for a while, but just held his breath and looked at these bastards.

There were a total of twelve people inside and outside, four high school students, five junior high school students, and the leader looked no more than twenty-four years old.

"Jiang Wang, right?" Brother Social took a sip of Ninety-Five Supreme, and puffed smoke from his nostrils and mouth like a humidifier: "You are quite capable."

"People who dare to mess with me," he sneered, took another sip and continued to puff his nostrils: "Don't kneel down and call me grandpa today, don't even think about walking out of this store with all your head and tail today."

"It's all must and all tails." Ji Linqiu corrected slowly: "In Beijing slang, the last two words should be read yier, you can't say erhuan."

Several high school students looked at each other, Jiang Wang looked curious.

The social brother pretended to be embarrassing in public, and he was so angry that he raised his eyebrows and cursed: "Who is this teacher who stepped on the horse? Who let a teacher in on the horse?!"

The little bastard who was in charge of the stalking said in a panic: "He came over suddenly, I can't help it."

"Listen clearly, if you offend me, Master Gong, you offend Zhanlong Feitian!" Brother Social shouted back: "If you talk nonsense again, I will fuck you first!"

Ji Linqiu sat in a relaxed posture, propped up his chin and repeated it playfully.

"...do, me?"

Jiang Wang's heart suddenly felt like being scratched.

Several students couldn't bear this kind gaze at all, so they held back for a long time to save the scene.

"Brother Gong, he taught us a few, why don't you let him go..."

"Yes, Brother Gong, he is an English teacher. He doesn't know anything. It's none of his business."

"I'm going to use the teacher to make a knife today." Brother Social slapped the sharp knife on the table with his backhand, and inserted it between Jiang Wang and Ji Linqiu, full of meaning to fight fiercely.

"It's great to be a teacher? It's great to be a business?" The young people in the society were even more hostile, stepping directly on the middle of the table with one foot: "Those who dare to rob labor and capital, you are paralyzed!"

Jiang Wang had planned for a long time, but the sudden addition of an elementary school teacher in the battle made the atmosphere absurd and wonderful.

Ji Linqiu stood up slowly.

"Master Gong, the leader of Zhanlong Feitian, right?"

As soon as he stood up, several servants next to him immediately became alert.

"knife ga, have you heard of it?"

The young man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes a little warped.

He seemed to be completely unaware of the danger, and reached out to take the sharp knife in Brother Gong's hand.

"What are you going to do?!"

"I warn you!!"

"Teacher, don't mess around!!!"

Jiang Wang didn't make a sound to stop him, just folded his fingers and watched silently.

Ji Linqiu opened his right hand and lay it flat on the table. The hand used to write chalk was clearly articulated, and the edges of his nails were trimmed nicely.

He hummed in embarrassment, and the sharp knife in his left hand turned a flower neatly.

Without waiting for anyone to react in the next second, the tip of the knife turned upside down like a falling star, swiftly passing through the five-finger gap, and immediately stabbed, the action was so fast that only an afterimage remained!

Ji Linqiu Ping glanced at these students, and turned the flowers with his left hand again, like playing with a ballpoint pen, turning the sharp knife upside down, stabbing from the right side of his tail finger all the way to the left side of his thumb!

The time before and after is only a split second, and the entire finger will be destroyed on the spot if you are not careful!

Jiang Wang raised his lips and whistled.

Ji Linqiu stared at the social man and said unhurriedly, "You are their leader."

"I ask you, do you dare?"

Ji Linqiu's words have a professional sense of clarity, so that people in their twenties seem to be repentant and trained in front of him.

It is difficult for a person to have two contradictory lights at the same time.

Both gentle and pure, and sharp and arrogant.

The social man turned pale, and instinctively took a step back when he wanted to find out that the dagger was in the opponent's hand.

"Don't retreat." Jiang Wang said lazily: "The door is locked, why are you retreating?"

"You—" The social man motioned for his subordinates to take out both the knife and the stick, thinking that if they bleed a little today, they would have to protect the face of the gang.

The students present didn't expect him to give such an order, and they dared not point at the teacher even if he took the arrogant guy.

——If it was only this outsider who came today, they would definitely not hesitate for a second, and would even be eager to try.

"What are you doing?! Go on!!!" The social man roared: "Coward?! I'm raising you all to eat rice?!!"

Jiang Wang raised his hand to signal a pause.

"Well, wait a minute."

Everyone turned back.

The man took out the hand-cranked folding chainsaw from the mountaineering bag, unfolded it to a length of nearly one meter five, and pulled it twice with a kind expression.

The sound of a crazy motor that could saw through a skull resounded through Aunt Hu's noodle shop.

The social man looked at the chainsaw and saw his eyes go straight.

"Unlock and unlock!! I don't want to fight!! Let me go out! Crap!!!"

"Open the door!!! People!!!"

Ji Linqiu sat next to him and watched Jiang Wang play with the chainsaw, took a sip of tea and said, "Are you ready?"

"The crystallization of wisdom in the industrial age," Jiang Wang admired sincerely, "Who would want to fight melee with such a thing."

Several junior high school valet have hid in the corner with knives, can't escape and can't be beaten, hold back their tears and look miserable.

The elder brother of the gang was already smashing the door with his fists, and many people outside were curious and pointed.

"How many of them?"

"Yeah, I heard that you didn't finish junior high school, and you still pointed a knife at the teacher?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the children now really have to take good care of..."

Jiang Wang seemed to be playing with a big motor, and the entire noodle shop was enveloped by the classic sound effects of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Brother Society directly screamed: "I won't fight, I won't fight, I surrender!! I surrender!! !!"

"Help ah ah ah ah help me!!!"

Jiang Wang reached out his hand to turn off the chainsaw, knocked on the table and said, "Stand in two teams and line up neatly."

"The one at the door, come here and stand in line."

The gang eldest brother was about to urinate with fright, and shivered by the door, unable to stand up.

Ji Linqiu picked up the chainsaw curiously.

The social elder brother scrambling and crawling to the line to stand up, and while being punished to stand, he cried and cried, and he has never suffered such grievances.

"Okay, Uncle Chen, torture people?" Jiang Wang turned his head and said.

The old man in the corner of the noodle shop hadn't finished eating, so he wiped his mouth and opened the canvas bag in public.

It was filled with bright silver handcuffs.

Watching more than a dozen people lined up in handcuffs and receiving education from the police, Jiang Wang stood at the door and squinted his eyes.

"It's almost time," Ji Linqiu tucked her broken hair behind her ear: "I'll go back and teach Xingwang a lesson."

"What did he tell you about today?" Jiang Wang laughed dumbly: "Children know how to make up their minds."

"No, I also happened to join in the fun." Ji Linqiu smiled softly and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Wang stopped him and made a knife ga gesture.

"This thing, I dare not come easily, how can you do this?"

Ji Linqiu let out a sigh, put one hand in his pocket and laughed, and the white jade pendant beside his wrist flickered.

"I don't even have a magazine to teach in the mountains, it's boring."

The shock of successfully upholding justice in Hongshan District was not equal to the few seconds of witnessing the teacher playing with the knife.

When Jiang Wang dealt with emergencies, most of his mind was filled with work sanity, and after returning home, he became better and better.

The knife-edge game is played very well in the soldiers on the American side, and it is originally the western culture on their side.

But this kind of thing is handed over to Ji Linqiu, who holds books and teaches students to class every day, which is extraordinarily different.

He originally thought that he and the teacher were very familiar, but now he has a lot of things he wants to know more about.

What conforms to the usual but unreasonable is that after this incident, Ji Linqiu continued to attend classes like no one else in the school, the children were still chatting around him and quietly kissing his face, and the parents were pulling their sleeves and chatting non-stop. Appreciation is written all over the face.

Jiang Wang looked behind the crowd for a while while picking up the child from school.

Peng Xingwang looked up to observe him: "Brother, do you want to get closer too? Come early next time."

Jiang Wang reached out and chopped his head.

"Ah! Why are you knocking me again!!"

With the begging and begging of the gangsters, Zhan Long Feitian and other related organizations were quickly removed.

This kind of small gang has no fixed base in the first place. It is purely a combination of unemployed people and children in the second stage of middle school pretending to be dreaming.

In any case, this is also to cleanse the social atmosphere and put an end to safety hazards.

The police station specially issued a certificate to Jiang Wang.

"Excellent Citizen of Hongshan District"

Jiang Wang took a group photo with the police comrades holding the certificate in both hands.

"Everyone is for me, I am for everyone. This is what I should do, thank you for the encouragement."

The man deliberately wore a more handsome pure black leather jacket, and his back was hot with sweat after taking the photo.

But it's really handsome in this outfit, he looks like the eldest brother in the TV series Congliang, especially righteous and heroic.

Peng Xingwang strolled the award certificate to the side wall of the living room on his feet, staring at himself smiling silly in the photo for a few seconds.

"The eyes are too small to look good." He sighed softly: "If only I looked like a big brother."

Jiang Wang reached out and pulled the child's face to both sides: "What are you thinking?"

...It was clearly carved out of a mold.

Having said that, Jiang Wang had discovered some details earlier.

The current Peng Xingwang is very likely to be very similar to his childhood self.

He knew very well what he looked like in his early ten years.

Shady, introverted, even wearing red and green clothes, his face looks like a layer of gray when he is photographed.

Peng Xingwang hadn't endured the hardships for many years to come. He was pulled out of the abyss by himself twenty years later. After raising him, he gradually returned to the mood of a child, and his smile was particularly pleasing.

The man looked at his appearance for a while, and reassured: "It's okay, it's good luck to be naive."

The child was silent for two seconds, not thinking it was a compliment at all.

"By the way..." Peng Xingwang took out a receipt from his schoolbag, and hesitantly said, "There are summer camp activities in the school, but you can participate or not."

Jiang Wang took a look at the list and had a little idea.

The summer camp is only a few days away. In fact, a few teachers took the children on a group outing in the surrounding area, giving parents a holiday in disguise.

After he signed the two pens and agreed, he pointed the tip of the pen on the paper to see where there was more to fill in the back.

The child came to the side, for fear that he hadn't seen the price clearly.

"Two thousand and eight..."

Jiang Wang stopped to look at him.

Peng Xingwang was a little at a loss: "Why don't I write an account book and pay you back when I grow up."

He couldn't understand this feeling of being detached from his parents' blood relatives. He didn't want to show his filial piety, but he also tried hard to get an equal return.

This is really hard for a seven-year-old child.

Jiang Wang pondered for a while, and filled in the number in the address bar at the back.

"Actually, your eldest brother was taken care of by many people when he was a child."

He said slowly: "If you feel embarrassed, when you grow up and meet children who are not doing well, just help them more."

"If you can't meet such a child, and save the kitten and puppy who are about to freeze to death on the roadside, the big brother will be very satisfied."

Peng Xingwang took the receipt and nodded earnestly, staring at the words on it for a while.

Jiang Wang knew that the child had too many concerns, but he couldn't make it clear that I was you and you were me, so he could only rub his head over and over again like a dog.

The child snorted for a while.

"Brother," he held up the receipt sheet high, "your birthday is actually on the same day as mine!!"

"And it's all the day after tomorrow!!"

Jiang Wang's hand stopped in midair.

Oops, he forgot about it.

Before filling in the date on the timeline, the birthday has not changed.

In the first grade, Peng Xingwang would look at the ID number information, and when he saw 19780711, he caught the key at a glance.

The child seemed to be afraid that he was wrong, and handed the receipt to him: "Really?!"

The big brother nodded slowly: "Okay... what a coincidence."

Peng Xingwang cheered loudly.

He seemed to realize that he was actually a lucky child. He was as happy as the three-good student award to be able to have the same birthday as the big brother he admired.

"Big brother, big brother! We actually have a super destiny!!"

"Then, then, can I celebrate your birthday!! I want to sing to you!!!"

Jiang Wang covered his face with his hands.

trouble.

Not to mention that in the past ten years, he has not had his birthday properly, and sometimes he has given his colleagues a serious excuse to go out to eat and drink.

Celebrating each other's birthdays for oneself is like looking into a mirror on the phone.

Peng Xingwang just thought he was embarrassed, he simply pulled out the piggy tail of the piggy bank, took out all the coins and notes in it, and went out to order a cake for him while humming.

"Wait." Jiang Wang was really embarrassed, the iron-blooded man had never eaten cake with a child in his life.

He stopped Peng Xingwang, but he couldn't speak when he saw the child's bright smile.

So the words of refusal were twisted back into the stomach.

"Don't order the chocolate flavor," the man said with a sullen expression, "and don't need strawberries, just ordinary cakes."

"okay!"

On July 11th, before the alarm clock went off, the child blew the streamer and exploded as if someone had shot.

Jiang Wang simply ejected the quilt from his sleep, and his temples throbbed when he saw Peng Xingwang with the paper crown on his head.

"Big! Birthday! Star!" The child put on a birthday hat on tiptoe: "Happy birthday!!"

Peng Xingwang was actually embarrassed, but he still mustered up the courage to hand him the birthday card he had written, and took out a gift wrapped in red card paper from the king's cape surrounded by a bath towel.

"Thank you! Thank you! You!" He said loudly, "Brother, I love you!!"

Before he finished speaking, before Jiang Wang could react, the child ran away: "I'm going to school!!"

Jiang Wang witnessed the whole process of his shy behavior in the childhood version, took a deep breath and lowered his head to open the greeting card first.

The greeting card was bought at the canteen next to the school. It can be seen that the child tried hard to avoid the cardboards full of flower fairy Ultraman, and found a perfume card with the most minimalist style.

"Brother

I wish you a 700-year-old life!

Be sure to make your mother happy!

Your Peng Xingxing

Next to it are extremely exaggerated twenty-eight five-pointed stars drawn with crayons.

Jiang Wang rubbed his brows and kept laughing, now he wanted to press the child back to practice calligraphy.

I'm going to the second grade, and I'm still writing a word, and I'm still divided into five horses, so I still have less homework.

It can be seen that the cardboard was a package he wrapped with double-sided tape in art class. The corners were crooked and the adhesive surface was exposed, but on the front of the gift, two adults and a child were drawn on the red cardboard with a pencil. A crow also flew in the sky.

...Give me a birthday present and remember Mr. Huaji, okay.

Jiang Wang looked disgusted, got up and took a fruit knife and slowly opened the paper along the rubber surface, not willing to destroy the stickman drawn by the child.

After he came to this world, every second he spent with Xingwang was like exploring his forgotten self.

In the oppressed, numb, and vicious adult shell, the once fresh, happy and bright self.

The gift was carefully wrapped in three layers like an onion.

The two layers of gift paper were peeled off, and inside was a wooden box.

Something moved in Jiang Wang's memory, but he couldn't remember where the box appeared.

As soon as the box was opened, a little bear crystal ball was revealed.

The plush resin bear hugged the crystal ball and slept soundly. Inside the crystal ball was a brightly lit log cabin, which was also the home of the bear's dream.

Shaking it gently, the bright and bright six-mang snowflakes will dance along with it, and the forest hut will be warmer.

He remembered.

It was the last toy his mother bought him before leaving the city.

But Peng Xingwang gave it to him again.

When Jiang Wang was a child, he never dared to ask his family for anything.

Even if it's his birthday, he will be smart enough to pretend he doesn't know anything.

He couldn't remember the trivial quarrels when his mother left. He only remembered that it snowed a lot that day, and the sky was so gray that he couldn't see the moon.

The woman bought him the little bear he had been looking at for a long time in the window, then kissed his forehead and left.

Later, the little bear was locked in the depths of the bookcase, and then was forgotten by everyone.

Jiang Wang stood holding the crystal ball for a long time, and suddenly realized that his twenty-eight-year-old self sometimes still couldn't guess the eight-year-old self.

What did the child want to say when he gave this forgotten home to himself.

Jiang Wang scratched his hair irritably, suddenly not knowing what kind of gift he should give back when he picked him up from school at night.

Xingxing has given him the most precious and only gift that he can take out.

It seems that he wants to thank him for his care and protection these days, and it also seems that he wants to tell more whispers that he dare not say in his heart.

Jiang Wang skipped a half-day shift and visited most of the gift shops in the city.

Expensive is bad, cheap is bad, nothing is good.

The man really had no choice, so he called Ji Linqiu halfway, and then he suddenly became enlightened.

As soon as school time came, Peng Xingwang walked out with Teacher Ji with a face full of anxiety, as if waiting for an answer from Jiang Wang.

Men are still cool.

Wearing the best looking motorcycle jacket, waiting for him with a pocket in the middle of a crowd of gray-haired grandfathers and old ladies.

Teacher Ji patted his shoulder lightly, Peng Xingwang trotted over, still embarrassed.

Jiang Wang picked him up and kissed him very hard in public.

"I'll call you brother from now on."

"I am your brother." w, please keep in mind:,,,