This page looks best with JavaScript enabled
Chapter 18 Chapter 18
Ji Linqiu came over with two bowls of cold noodles, and found that Jiang Wang's expression was wrong, and immediately frowned: "Is the star lost?!"
Jiang Wang picked up his coat and nodded, and patted a red note on the dining table: "Boss! If you don't have something to eat, refund the order!"
Ji Linqiu stretched out his hand to hold him down: "You go to the train station, I will wait for him near my house, and I will give you news in case the child returns home."
"He has no money, where can he usually go?" Jiang Wang lifted his wrist to look at his watch: "There is still a bus for this order, I don't know if there is a steel shovel in his pocket."
"It's best to ask a few more friends, and the police also ask to check and monitor."
"Okay, let's find them separately now."
Jiang Wang never thought that the child would run, let alone send it into the ticket gate with his own eyes.
Peng Xingwang is just eight years old this year, and his mother is not around for half of his life, so that even if Du Wenjuan goes to buy a drink in the park, the child must follow closely and never leave.
How could... why did you suddenly run back?
The night was like an endless dark cobweb, covering the streets as if they were covered with dust.
The dim yellow light poured again and again, and everything was even more desolate and dilapidated.
Jiang Wang stepped on the accelerator and ran through two red lights, his eyes kept searching for the presence of children on both sides of the road.
He felt anxious and bitter, but also had an untimely joy.
It was as if the world was finally chosen.
——Even if the chooser is the young self.
The train station square was empty, and after the man got off the train, he expanded his hands into a loudspeaker and roared all the way.
"Peng Xingwang!!"
"I'm here to pick you up!! Where are you!!!"
"Star!!!"
A passerby looked at him as if he was insane, Jiang Wang ignored it, and shouted while running.
But the square is lonely and empty, and there are not many children at all.
Jiang Wang was about to call a friend at the police station when a voice came from behind him.
"The kid went to the bus stop."
He turned back subconsciously, and realized that it was the old spinning top who was here when he said goodbye.
"Did you see clearly?"
"Hey, wearing a black and white coat, it looks like a zebra, doesn't it?" The old man bent over to pick up the top and put it in his pocket to go home: "I want to stop him, the child was still leaving for fear of encountering traffickers. Then I ran off to the bus."
Jiang Wang repeatedly said thank you, gave the old man all the money he had, and bowed, regardless of whether they wanted to push it back.
When he was done, he ran to the bus stop and called Ji Linqiu.
"There's no one here," Ji Linqiu thought carefully, with an uneasy tone: "The train station is far from here, even if you take a bus, you have to change at least once, I'll check the route first and send it to you, you can look for it along the way. , the child may get off the wrong station."
Jiang Wang responded quickly, while answering the phone and listening to Du Wenjun crying and explaining, he continued to drive to find the child.
He was also afraid that something might happen to Peng Xingwang. He drove the car all the way without turning on the air conditioner, and his back was gradually soaked.
Bus No. 62 started and stopped, but no bus No. 14 was seen at all, and I didn't know whether it was suspended or changed.
The man looked and searched, and he didn't see the child until he drove back downstairs to his house.
It's so late and there's no money in hand, where will he go?
Call the police with a phone booth.
When he was about to turn back to find the second lap, the phone suddenly rang.
The child was crying out of breath.
"Brother...Brother."
"I'm here, I'll take you home right away." Jiang Wang suppressed all his emotions for fear of scaring him: "Where are you?"
Peng Xingwang was also panicked, crying and burping.
"There is Jiaxing Department Store here, there is... there is a Chen's Hardware Store."
"Don't run, give the phone to the adult next to you and I will tell him."
After a while, the call was transferred to the owner of the grocery store, who explained a few words and quickly reported the address.
By the way, he also complained a few words: "You are optimistic about such a small child, what if you lose it for the rest of your life."
Jiang Wang apologized again and again, and drove Ji Linqiu with him.
Peng Xingwang got in the wrong car, and drove all the way to the west of the city, only to find that he didn't know anyone nearby, and got out of the car in a panic to find someone to call.
Jiang Wang drove as fast as he could, but it would take at least ten minutes to drive there.
"Slow down," Ji Linqiu said in a low voice, "be careful."
"……Ok."
Jiang Wang was anxious, but fortunately there was Teacher Ji by his side, driving the car to talk about what happened on the train.
"Those things are too unfamiliar to the stars." Ji Linqiu didn't look very friendly when he mentioned Chang Hua: "It's hard not to be afraid to ask a child so rudely."
"But what needs to be reminded is," Ji Linqiu said softly, "before you receive Xingwang, you'd better call his mother to get some air."
"What's the air?"
"This kind of escape for a child... is probably the most unforgivable betrayal in the world."
Ji Linqiu pressed his forehead against the car window, looking out the window and slowly speaking.
"Many people can't leave their original families for the rest of their lives."
"Having one's own sense of independence, taking a tortuous path against parents' expectations, or just disappearing and walking away, all seem to be betraying the bondage deep in blood."
This bondage is like an unbroken umbilical cord, from birth to death.
If treated properly, it is a bridge to link family.
If you resist and struggle, it is a prison tormenting your heart.
Jiang Wang's breathing stopped for a few seconds.
He unconsciously remembered his past life, but in the end he only allowed those images to flash by briefly.
"Got it."
Peng Xingwang had already cried like a little fool in a grocery store on an unfamiliar street. When he saw Ji Linqiu, he let out a howl and ran over to hug him tightly. All the fear broke out again, and the snot from crying was smeared up.
Ji Linqiu did not avoid the sticky tears and snot, and looked at the stars very distressed.
Jiang Wang squatted beside him and reached out to touch the child's flushed face.
"Brother... don't hit me," Peng Xingwang sobbed, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have run away, don't be mad at me."
"I won't hit you." Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to take the child into his arms and wrapped his arms tightly: "Brother is only worried that you are injured, so I won't blame you."
"But on Mom's side," the child was desperate, "Mom won't forgive me."
Jiang Wang tried so hard to appease Du Wenjuan just now that the car stopped by the roadside for five minutes before approaching the store.
The woman did not expect that the child would choose a distant relative in the end, and she also felt the pain of being abandoned.
"Mom knows you're just scared." Jiang Wang wiped the tears on Peng Xingwang's face with a tissue, and explained seriously: "She loves you very much, and so does my brother. We all hope you grow up happily."
"As for how you want to choose and when you want to choose, these are not in a hurry."
The child has been crying stupidly: "she will be angry, I left her and ran away, I hurt her."
Jiang Wangxin thought that it would be a loss to bring Ji Linqiu here, otherwise it would be more difficult for mother and son to cry over the phone.
He carried the child to the stool and dialed the phone.
Du Wenjuan quickly answered the phone and was also swallowing harder, but her mood was much better because she had been appeased in advance.
"Don't be afraid," she coaxed the child at a loss: "Mom loves you, and mom won't be angry, as long as you are fine."
"Do you really still love me?" Peng Xingwang burst into tears: "I'm sorry mom."
"It was uncle who scared you. Mom should confirm more before taking you away," Du Wenjuan said slowly, "It's okay, you can spend the summer vacation at your brother's house and come back when you want."
Peng Xingwang kept apologizing, and finally hung up when he was tired of crying.
Jiang Wang asked Ji Linqiu to look after the stars, bought a few cigarettes at the grocery store owner, and paid by card.
Turned hands to give the cigarette to the boss.
"No, no, you can take it." The proprietress pushed aside: "We've already given up our minds, and we're very embarrassed."
Jiang Wang glanced at the fake cigarette in the plastic bag and accepted it without saying anything.
When drove home again, the child was so tired that he fell asleep with tears still hanging from his eyelashes.
Jiang Wang and Ji Linqiu said goodbye briefly, took a bath and sat next to Peng Xingwang, watching him by the night light.
In fact, there is no emotion, just hungry.
The man looked at the sleeping, young self for a long time, and felt that this child was very familiar and unfamiliar.
He is now twenty-eight years old, and he will never cry to the point of choking, asking anyone if he still loves him.
It even seemed that he never believed in the word love, so much so that he refused to say it to his young self.
Children don't seem to have any barriers, they can easily get hurt, and they can easily fall in love.
Love the kitten, love the pigeon on the roadside, love the brother who has been lying, love the mother who has a new family.
Simple and fragile, easy to deceive and easy to coax.
Jiang Wang gently stretched out his hand, and his rough fingertips touched the child's petal-like tender cheek.
It was hard for him to believe that the child was himself.
Think again about how he lived to be twenty-eight years old, and how he grew from Peng Xingwang to Jiang Wang, which is as incredible as his time travel.
"Go to sleep." The man said softly, "Have a good dream."
Du Wenjuan took leave the next day to come back to see her son.
But she also knew that it would be more difficult to separate when they met again, so she only looked at him from a distance and didn't go over to hug him.
Peng Xingwang woke up very early, cooked instant noodles for his eldest brother for breakfast, then carefully wiped the house, did his homework first, then wrote an apology letter to his mother, and went downstairs to buy ten stamps and put them on go up.
He thought that the more stamps there were, the faster the letter would be sent.
At this moment, Ji Linqiu accompanies him on the swing in the small garden on the corner of the street. The two of them are basking in the sun together, watching the cars coming and going by the roadside.
Du Wenjuan stood in a secret distance, her eyes were red with her hands folded.
Chang Hua was waiting for her in the open space next to the station, but refused to come to see Jiang Wang, probably for fear of being beaten.
The man insisted that he was patronizing the luggage ticket and forgot to return the money to others. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him.
The woman was already very thin, and she seemed even more haggard and weak after tossing back and forth.
"I'm pregnant," she said bitterly. "The due date is in March next year."
"I really want to... let him integrate into the new family now."
"If it's later, it may really be too late."
"It won't melt in." Jiang Wang said, "No matter how early you start, it's impossible to melt in."
No matter how close or enthusiastic, there will be something behind in the end.
Du Wenjuan watched in the corner for an afternoon.
Seeing my son playing on a seesaw and building a snowman on the beach is never enough.
A new bloodline sprouted and grew in her lower abdomen, which made her sense and desire become extraordinarily strong.
During this period, Chang Hua called to urge him two or three times, and then she hung up directly.
Halfway through, Peng Xingwang looked back several times, but the newsstand was well separated by bamboo forests, and the children couldn't see anything.
Du Wenjuan used Ji Linqiu's mobile phone to talk to him for a long time.
Speaking of which, the two gradually calmed down, looking forward to the next meeting, before finally hanging up.
Jiang Wang drove Du Wenjuan back to the station.
He looked at the man sitting on the bench reading the newspaper with his legs raised, but he did not unlock the car for a while.
"You are too easy to be manipulated." Jiang Wang said lightly: "He will gradually push down your bottom line. Whether it is for Xingwang or the name of the child in your belly, he can always find excuses."
Du Wenjuan was stunned, as if she had never thought about this issue.
"I... have?"
Jiang Wang gave her a deep look, feeling calm.
"You said that, even if my surname is Jiang, we are still a family."
"If you suffer any grievances, you can still live a peaceful and happy life back here. The stars and I will protect you."
"Of course," he took a deep breath and whispered, "We all want you to be happy too."
A woman rarely gets a commitment from a man in this regard, and it's even fair to say that she's rarely ever treated like that.
As an ordinary small town woman, Du Wenjuan has grown up and lived in a rough and simple atmosphere, and has long been accustomed to giving up many things.
She seemed to never know her cowardice.
"Probably not." She murmured, "Me and... Mr. Chang, we will have a good life."
Jiang Wang laughed.
"How he treats you depends on how you fight for yourself."
Chang Hua's bullying and fearing hardship is typical. Knowing that her mother's family has such a strong cousin, she will be relatively afraid.
Du Wenjuan nodded quickly, and suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged him hard.
"Thank you." She said earnestly, "I feel guilty for keeping the stars here."
Jiang Wang was hugged tightly by his mother for the first time when he could remember, and his cheeks immediately started to get hot.
"Okay, it's annoying to talk too much." His tone softened a lot: "Let's go, it's a smooth journey."
Du Wenjuan waved her hand when she got out of the car, and then walked towards Chang Hua.
Chang Hua saw Jiang Wang's car, and put away the newspaper cautiously.
"Let's go." Du Wenjuan rubbed her eyes, but her heart was still sour: "I'll come to see the children on vacation another day."
Seeing that there were no children around her, Chang Hua was both relieved and offended: "What? Xingxing refuses to come back with you?"
"What's so good about this place?" the man complained, "I really don't know what to do, we're over there..."
"Shut up." Du Wenjuan said flatly: "If you stimulate him again in the future, I will slap you."
She had never had such a strong tone, as if she had finally figured out something.
Chang Hua's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "What stimulated you?"
He was a little angry, and he was concerned about the child in her stomach: "How good our relationship is, don't hurt the peace over this little thing."
Du Wenjuan sneered: "Xingwang just didn't have an accident."
"If he broke his leg when he jumped off the train, and was abducted when he ran out of the train station, I would never be so good at talking."
"Chang Hua, you sometimes go too far."
The man blushed, wanted to quarrel with her but knew he was wrong, and patted the two hundred yuan back into her hand.
"I know," he said impatiently, "I'll be more careful in the future. It's better to pick him up after you give birth and recuperate for a while, so you don't have to worry about it."
Du Wenjuan let him help her carry her bag, and while walking slowly, she rethought many things.
She really shouldn't endure it blindly, she should have thought of it long ago.
It didn't bother the little ones for long, and they quickly got busy with new things.
Jiang Wang knew that summer and winter vacations were the golden period for selling books, and he was wandering around looking for inspiration during this time.
Selling more is not as good as selling quality. In fact, according to his current assets, it is more than enough to open a large supermarket like Wal-Mart Carrefour.
But things like books are not time-sensitive, easy to transport and easy to store, and they can be printed immediately locally if they can’t be shipped, so they are really suitable for business.
After thinking about it, he felt that the city was too quiet and there was nothing lively.
——Modern festivals are limited to discounts on clothes in department stores, and Christmas trees and naked angels in the surrounding areas. It’s boring to watch them for a long time.
Jiang Wang made a total of left and right, and decided to pack a small square to do the Carnival of Unforgettable.
Selling books is of course the most important thing.
Teaching auxiliary area, best-selling area, comics area, three major categories to display different themes.
The paper people stand to order a dozen models first, and then hire a few people to wear doll costumes to interact with tourists everywhere, interspersed with small stalls that are fun and delicious, and pick Saturdays and Sundays for the whole city to celebrate the festival together.
The idea is certain, and his action becomes extremely fast.
Peng Xingwang is responsible for finding out what cartoons and animations the students are watching recently. It is best to fill out a wishlist with a small notebook and then count the popularity rankings.
Jiang Wang went to apply for a report with the fire station police station and found enough vendors to participate in this carnival.
There are several stores for plum cake and meat muffins, and try to pick clean stores with industrial and commercial licenses to set up stalls.
Let’s add some circles and use toy tarot cards to calculate the line of love, academic wealth, and cover all elementary, middle and high school.
When Peng Xingwang is busy with work, he can't think about life. Every morning, he takes a small book full of goals to visit the door to collect information, and he also uses the landline to chat at home.
Jiang Wang also took this opportunity to get in touch with several principals of middle and high schools in the city. He couldn't help but find a network of people to invite guests for a drink, and accidentally gained a lot of new friends.
So much so that a vice-principal made a decision on the spot and invited Peng Xingwang to see them here to study in high school.
Jiang Wang drank a large glass on the spot, and looked so drunk that he was about to talk nonsense, and he kept his pace in advance and retreat.
The scale of his company is growing day by day, and all employees have to see it with their own eyes before they come in, one by one is more powerful.
Nearly half of the city in a city knew Jiang Wang, even if he didn't know him personally, he had heard of visiting the four bookstores he opened.
——After the last incident of 5,000 copies, the scale of the warehouse has further increased, and a new one has been renovated and opened at a lightning speed.
Jiang Wang ran out of several boxes of 93 gasoline for the carnival, and in the end fell asleep and dreamed about business.
He worked meticulously and carefully guarded against incidents such as fire and stampede. Even in 2006, when the control was loose, he was always careful. The plan management was changed again and again, until the employees wondered where the boss came from so many ideas.
The city map can be recited as soon as you close your eyes. Where is the industrial area, where is the delicious honey pork chop shop, and which neighborhoods have the most pocket money for children.
Going around and going back to the old town, in broad daylight, saw Peng Jiahui leaning against a trash can drinking.
From a conventional perspective, Peng Jiahui is a very unpleasant villain because he is addicted to drinking, beating children, and wearing sloppy clothes all day long.
But it was a little funny to see such a villain leaning against the trash can and drinking with a melancholy face.
Jiang Wang put his hands on the steering wheel and watched his father shaking his head and drinking in a self-sacrificing way, wondering if he had a tendency to be abused.
He chose to stop and walk over again.
Peng Jiahui sang and drank sadly, but he didn't bother to care about the eyes of the people around him when he covered his nose and avoided him.
Then saw Jiang Wang come over.
He sat up a little in a panic, and then realized that he was leaning against a trash can, and he was neither sitting nor sitting for a while.
Jiang Wang was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and combed his head, and strolled around in the courtyard beside the trash can with Peng Jiahui.
"How many days have you been taken out of the inpatient department?" Jiang Wang glanced at his watch: "It's only 4:30 in the afternoon, and you were opened by the work unit?"
"No," Peng Jiahui shook his head with tears in his eyes: "I've been assigned to work, and I've already finished the work."
Work on time, okay.
Jiang Wang looked at him with a mournful look, and said in a playful tone: "Then what?"
"Then——" Peng Jiahui burst into tears, raised his head and poured alcohol: "Xiaoyan and the yellow croaker are both in my bed."
He raised his hand and tapped the bottom of the wine bottle on his head, as if to knock off the invisible green hat with the bottom of the bottle.
"One or two, why is it like this!" The middle-aged man said with a sad face: "I'm just a piece of garbage! Waste! Scum!"
You are.
Seeing him so miserable, Jiang Wang was inexplicably in a good mood. He thought it was because he was tired from work and rested. He sat beside him and lit a cigarette. He also took out from his pocket the half-pack of paper that Peng Xingwang had not used up last time.
How could one or two of the fathers and sons be like this? He clearly felt that he didn't have this kind of comedy talent in him.
Peng Jiahui's nose blowing action was exactly the same as Peng Xingwang's, miserable as if he had been bullied.
"Do you know what she said?" The middle-aged man wiped his face violently with a tissue: "She said that I run the factory every day, and the oil stinks more than the yellow croaker."
"Then Xiaoyan deleted my mobile phone number in front of me, and left arrogantly! I was even stupid!"
Peng Jiahui took a deep breath and said earnestly, "I tell you, love is a bad thing."
"Don't touch love if you touch cigarettes or alcohol!!"
Jiang Wang rubbed his nose, temporarily accepting the first life experience his father gave him.
"Don't touch it," he just thought it was funny, "then you don't touch it."
When one's own experience and income are higher than those of his biological parents, it seems that many unresolved ideas can be erased lightly.
He has too many advantages now, even sitting next to the trash can and Peng Jiahui are like people from two worlds.
"I can't touch it anymore." Peng Jiahui was very melancholy: "I'm really a waste."
"Then don't be trash."
The middle-aged man moved and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
"It's that simple?"
"It's that simple." The phone in Jiang Wang's pocket was vibrating again, and it was estimated that it was related to the carnival.
He suddenly remembered something and patted Peng Jiahui on the shoulder.
"Do you want to come and sell cotton candy?"
Peng Jiahui froze in place and repeated: "Me? Make marshmallows?"
"Yeah," Jiang Wang threw the bottle of mineral water in the trash can, and said as a matter of course: "I'm going to have a carnival, and I'm still short of a cotton candy seller."
"The machine is rented to you, the booth fee is free, you should come and play."
It was also the first time that Peng Jiahui heard such a thing. He touched his head and said, "Can I do it? But I can cook. The cucumbers are very finely sliced, should I do?"
"Go, get up," Jiang Wang put his arms up: "You go and change into decent clothes first."
This trash can is very close to Peng Jiahui's house.
My father also just broke up and bought wine and cried while crying. He cried stupidly and collapsed directly against the trash can. He felt that his life was completely finished.
After returning home, Jiang Wang covered his nose and opened the window to ventilate, took a book and fanned out the musty smell in the house.
"Hey?" Peng Jiahui suddenly thought of his son: "You act like a star."
"Dude, I didn't want to take advantage of you." He realized that he might have said the wrong thing again, and put his hands upright: "Maybe I miss children too much."
"Take care of yourself first." Jiang Wang said in disgust, "Just take a cold shower first, and I'll see what clothes you have."
"The bedroom is over there," Peng Jiahui pointed out, "then I'll go wash first."
With the sound of water in the bathroom, Jiang Wang looked around, and in an instant he was back when he was ten years old.
Many of his memories are like a pot of beans sprouting suddenly and being abruptly covered.
The man coughed, holding the book and continuing to open the window and slam the fan.
Peng Jiahui washed quickly, and wrapped a towel around him to pick clothes with him.
Jiang Wang was not polite to him either, picking one and throwing the other.
"It's dirty."
"This one doesn't work, ugly."
"How can you fall in love like this?" He threw another greasy polo shirt into the trash can with his backhand.
Peng Jiahui felt distressed about the clothes but did not dare to resist, so cowardly stopped him in a low voice.
"This—this is all right, right?"
"No." Jiang Wangping said straightly: "Don't say it's Peng Xingwang's father when you wear it."
"I didn't ask you to wear high-end clothes," he said, frowning, "Do you want to play an eggplant in purple, green, purple and green??"
So the general wore a white one, and then took someone to the cheap store to choose three more sets of clothes and pants, and also selected several pairs of decent socks.
One checkout five hundred and three.
"I owe it," Jiang Wang said with an expressionless face, "The interest rate is 2.8, and it will be repaid within a year."
Peng Jiahui nodded with a sullen expression.
"Also, definitely." He remembered something, and looked for the black briefcase again: "By the way—"
"No interest is charged for the five hundred, and I will pay it back in one piece." Jiang Wang thought that you owe me more than this thousand. He raised his eyebrows and turned around, "Let's go and get the machine."
Of course, the marshmallow sellers in the park couldn't have invited them to the carnival. He ordered the machine online and asked for the recipe drawing, and was looking for someone to ponder it.
Peng Jiahui had been working in a machinery company for several years. When he came to the cotton candy machine and touched it, he suddenly let out a sigh.
"How much did you pay for this machine?" He became energetic: "The principle of this thing is simple, in fact, I can do it."
Jiang Wang had no plans to expand his business for the time being, pointed to the drawings and asked, "Then will you use this?"
When the machine first came back, he wanted to make two and take them home, half-show off to Teacher Ji and another to Xingwang.
In the end, it was so full of candy residue that almost overheated the machine and burned it out.
... Later, specifically asked the cleaning and washing for a long time.
Peng Jiahui is still scratching his head, it is estimated that the more inferior shampoo is washed, the more itchy: "I will try."
He started to put sugar by comparing the step chart, pinched a bamboo stick and slowly rotated it while stepping on the pedal.
The first one collapsed, and the second one gradually began to look like it.
To the fifth and sixth, it is just like the coloring picture in the manual, it is fluffy and round.
I saw many girls in the company gathered around.
"Is that how it was done?"
"You are amazing! Can you see it at a glance?!"
Peng Jiahui was very embarrassed and took the initiative to give them the prepared samples to eat.
Jiang Wang looked interesting, patted his shoulder and sent the machine directly to him.
"It's a side job, do it well."
Peng Jiahui was really interested this time. Although the drunkenness had not completely faded away, his mind had already woken up.
"What is the carnival you're talking about?"
Jiang Wang gave a general explanation, Peng Jiahui nodded while listening, rubbed his hands and said, "That's not good, I have to find a place to practice more hands first."
"That carnival is estimated to have a lot of traffic and a lot of demand." He was afraid of causing trouble for Jiang Wang: "I'm familiar with it, and it's convenient to sell more, isn't it?"
That is true.
Children like to get together to buy anything, and it is easy to burst the order when they get together.
When Jiang Wang rarely saw that his father was reliable, he thought about it: "You can sell it next to my bookstore, the one next to Hongshan Elementary School."
"However, pay attention to operational safety. Will the fire extinguisher be used?"
Peng Jiahui nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, the factory has this, and there is a fire drill every year."
"Okay, I'll give you one next to me."
In the afternoon of the second day, BuForget Bookstore really added a marshmallow stand.
"Five dollars a marshmallow, and eight dollars for two!"
"Strawberry-flavored cantaloupe flavor, you can eat anything you want!"
There are many children reading books here. They often order a cup of milk tea and sit for a whole day, and they can't help but come over.
Peng Jiahui had never been surrounded by so many children, he was a little flustered and proud, and his tone was much more patient than before.
"Come one by one, all line up, line up!"
Every time he handed out a cloud-like pink, light blue and bright yellow cotton candy, a child cheered, as if it was Children's Day.
Peng Jiahui suddenly felt refreshed when he went to work.
The main motivation is to finish the work quickly, and then go to the bookstore to sell marshmallows after get off work.
——So on the third day, paid more than 500 yuan first, and then made a marshmallow rabbit and a marshmallow sunflower with great confidence, and they were inserted in the booth like a signboard.
The children are also very generous. Knowing that he is Peng Xingwang's father, he is polite when giving money, and the children are obsessed with watching after buying it, feeling like his uncle is doing magic.
Jiang Wang pretended to check accounts at the main desk, and Yu Guang stared at the stars quietly watching outside a group of children.
In fact, the child received the news on the first day, but did not dare to come to see it.
His feelings for his father were too complicated, and his experience at the age of eight couldn't be digested.
Not only is it like the only close relative in this city, but it also seems that if you get closer, you will be hurt again.
Peng Xingwang brewed for two or three days, and even pretended not to care, and asked a question while eating oranges at night.
Jiang Wang deliberately didn't say anything.
"Go and see for yourself and ask me why."
Peng Jiahui was concentrating on making marshmallows for all the children when he suddenly raised his head and saw Peng Xingwang, a small group of elementary and junior high school students.
"Son!" His voice suddenly became louder: "Son! Come here!"
Peng Xingwang was also stunned.
The children separated consciously, and looked at Peng Xingwang with admiration as he approached him.
Peng Xingwang remembered the incident of being chased and beaten before, and he didn't dare to get too close, so he whispered Dad.
"Which one do you want to eat?" Peng Jiahui's eyes were a little red, and he wiped the apron with his hands, smiling embarrassedly: "Dad just learned to make rabbits and flowers, and the others are still learning."
Peng Xingwang turned to look at Jiang Wang, who shrugged and let him make up his own mind.
"...Eat rabbits!"
The uncle nodded quickly, and made him the most beautiful blue-eared bunny in the most focused state of his life.
The bookstore is still very lively, and the children have been making friends and chatting with each other while they are waiting, and many people are sitting on the long table next to them and playing flying chess.
Peng Xingwang stood at the front, staring at the more and more fluffy marshmallows with the same care and concentration as his father.
When the rabbit ears were fixed in place and the blue eyes were decorated, Peng Jiahui breathed a long sigh of relief, bent down and handed it to Peng Xingwang, smiling a little shyly.
"Be careful when you eat," he didn't know what to say. "There are two toothpicks in it, scratch them carefully."
Peng Xingwang nodded and held up the latest rabbit marshmallow.
"Look!!"
The children raised their heads and said, "Huh—"
"Uncle, I want this too!!"
"We all buy pink bunnies? Only his is blue!"
"Eat slowly! It's fine if you can't finish it!" Seeing that he was leaving, Peng Jiahui greeted him again, "If you want to eat in the future - Dad will make it for you anytime!"
"Ang!" Peng Xingwang responded quickly and ran away without a trace.
Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to check the accounts, check the inventory and clear the inventory.
At six or seven o'clock in the evening, the secretary called and said that the layout of the venue was out. asked him to go over and see for himself what needs to be changed in the nearby layout.
Jiang Wang agreed to go out, but was suddenly stopped by Peng Jiahui.
The middle-aged man looked at him with awe and kindness, and handed a pink cotton candy a little embarrassed.
"You, try it too." Peng Jiahui gathered up his courage and said, "It seems... it's delicious."
Jiang Wang looked at him, hung up the phone, and reached for the candy.
"I really... have never eaten this." The man murmured, "Try it and see."
In front of Peng Jiahui, he tilted his head like a child and took a big bite, smearing the corners of his mouth with sugar juice.
The thin and soft strawberry candy melts and flows between the tongue, like catkins and petals.
Jiang Wang was stunned there when he suddenly noticed something.
It seems that when he is an adult, he is particularly resistant to touching those things that belong to children, as if he is instinctively avoiding some wounds.
But now he is eating candy.
Peng Jiahui was still anxiously waiting for his comments.
"It's delicious." Jiang Wang frowned and smiled: "It's sweet, but it's really delicious."
"I should have tried it."