When Peng Xingwang first learned to pull little stars, the only two audience members in the family applauded at the same time.

"Okay! Very good!" Jiang Wang praised vigorously: "The words are eloquent and perfect, and the words are better than your writing!"

Peng Xingwang vaguely felt that this was not like complimenting him, but he bowed his bow very heartily to express that he had received it, and continued to complete the homework left by the teacher.

This child is different from other children in that he can endure hardships and is very patient.

Jiang Wang analyzed it carefully and estimated that it had something to do with the previous family environment.

When Peng Jiahui was an alcoholic, he had a rough and direct personality. Children would get angry after asking him questions for a long time.

At that time, his mother left. At that time, he didn't even know how to wash his clothes. He accidentally put too much washing powder on his hands. No matter how he flushed, his hands were full of bubbles. He didn't dare to ask his father what to do. Can go to Yang Kai's house and cry.

Yang Kai secretly followed him back, took the full basin of clothes to his home and washed them three times in the washing machine, and finally he was done.

This is the common memory of Jiang Wang and Peng Xingwang, and it is also a silent and hard pebble in their character.

Countless cobblestones are laid out, and finally form a road leading to the distance.

The road is long, but it hurts a bit when walking barefoot.

Peng Xingwang no longer bothered with the tedious housework, and his mind was on the math Olympiad and playing the violin. The teacher stipulated that he should practice for 60 minutes a day, and he would go to practice on time and by himself.

Then a little star practiced for four days, until Jiang Wangtou would blow up.

It's not that he can't get along with this kid, whoever listens to the "Little Star" wireless single loop every day will blow up.

"Can you change it to someone else?" The man tried his best to be pleasant and not let Peng Xingwang be afraid of him.

The child was distressed: "I haven't mastered this song yet. The teacher asked me to practice it more."

"And anything else... I won't know it for the time being."

Ji Linqiu took Jiang Wang out in time. After dinner, he dragged people out to walk around the streets, and walked for an hour before going home to watch TV.

Jiang Wang originally had some floating fat, but he was forced to lose weight.

"This child...why do you insist on playing the piano?"

Ji Linqiu casually changed the topic: "It's a good thing to have hobbies, but it's hard to hear when you first learn, but it will be fine in a year or two."

"No, I mean, why did he suddenly want to learn the violin?" Jiang Wang looked into his eyes and read something in an instant: "You know, right?"

Ji Linqiu leaned against the western-style iron railing in the small garden at the corner, folded his arms and smiled, "You want to know?"

Jiang Wang thought about it carefully: "What movie are they playing at school with a violin in it?"

"Or is there a friend in the class who is studying, so I just follow along?"

Ji Linqiu said with a smile: "Wow."

Jiang Wang: ?

Although dignity does not allow it, it cannot hold back curiosity.

"...Wang."

Ji Linqiu was amused and laughed, "There is a little girl in the class who can play the piano. He wants to perform with others on New Year's Day."

"He also said that even if he can't play in an ensemble, he will show off his hands by himself, and everyone will think that the two of them are a good match."

Jiang Wang touched his chin, thinking that he was quite romantic when he was a child.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Intellectually, Jiang Wang always knew that Peng Xingwang at this moment was no longer alone with him.

The soul is made up of thousands of tiny memories that shape a person's true character profile.

Since they met, the frightened and flustered child has been constantly rewritten by new experiences, and has become active, cheerful, brave and bright.

Jiang Wang when he was young and Peng Xingwang when he was young are not the same child at all.

And the two adults in the future, even if they look extremely similar, are destined to be two people.

Although he has thought about it logically many times, he also has subtle worries.

It wasn't until he found out that Peng Xingwang was chasing girls he didn't know at all that he seemed to really react.

Ji Linqiu noticed Jiang Wang's momentary relief and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"My brother is too old to stay," Jiang Wang sincerely expressed his blessing: "Let's see whose cabbage this little pig can go to."

After the two walked home, they also bought two strings of candied haws at the gate of the community.

Peng Xingwang was writing his homework, and when he saw them, he came out with his textbook: "I've memorized it, Brother Linqiu signs it!"

As soon as the book was handed forward, consciously began to endorse it. Although the tone was still a plastic mandarin, it was memorized very quickly.

Ji Linqiu laughed, took a pen and signed the date and name next to the title of the text.

Jiang Wang waited for him to memorize it, borrowed the book himself, and read it again.

Jiang Wang's English pronunciation is not pure, but he is much better than a child, and he will deliberately pause.

The subwoofer casually recited a few words, which made people feel itchy.

Ji Linqiu couldn't say anything in front of the child, and was reluctant to walk away. The tips of his ears turned red in the second half.

After Jiang Wang finished reading a few lines of the text, he turned to look at Ji Linqiu: "Did you read it right?"

The latter was silent for a while: "...That's right."

After that, it's time to take a few lessons individually.

Peng Xingwang took the textbook and said happily, "I'm going to watch TV!"

"Yeah, I forgot to tell you something," Jiang Wang stopped him, "your mother wrote a letter earlier and asked if she could come over for the New Year."

"I don't bring my sister, I don't bring that uncle, she's the only one here to celebrate the New Year."

Peng Xingwang was stunned for a moment, holding the book a little at a loss as to what to say.

"Is it because of me?" He smiled and said sensible: "No, it's fine for me to celebrate the New Year with my father. There is no need for my mother to come here specially."

Jiang Wang didn't expect him to avoid him. He thought that the child would happily agree, shaking his head and saying, "It's not what you think."

"My mother needs to be separated from her sister for a while while she is recovering, so that she can slowly learn to be independent, and she can just come over to accompany us and stay for a month."

"Don't you want to see her?"

Peng Xingwang looked at Ji Linqiu with a look of help. After a while, he whispered, "I'm a little scared."

Ji Linqiu walked over and hugged him: "Have you not seen your mother for a long time and feel uncomfortable?"

The child nodded, shook his head again, buried his face in Ji Linqiu's arms and stopped talking.

Jiang Wang's tone was a little anxious: "Don't you want to see your mother?"

Ji Linqiu patted the child on the back, motioned Jiang Wang not to ask, took the book and book in one hand and took Xingwang back to the room, but he didn't come out for a long time.

Jiang Wang suddenly couldn't understand himself when he was young, and he couldn't immediately ask Ji Linqiu why, so he could only go to the small garden alone to breathe.

He wants to smoke every time he has chest tightness, but sometimes he touches the cigarette case,

It is to put it back, and if you say you have quit smoking, you will keep quitting.

He wanted to see Du Wenjuan very much.

This has nothing to do with Peng Xingwang, but his own feelings.

Before Jiang Wang returned to Hongcheng, he once buried the switch of touching family affection in a desert-like blank state of mind.

Later, when saw Peng Jiahui and Du Wenjuan again, got to know them little by little and kept getting closer, and it was like a person jumping into the desert again, snorkeling to find the position of the switch.

I really want to touch it again. Feel for a while.

He used to be most afraid of the New Year.

Usually the company is busy, and few family members come to visit.

When the Chinese New Year comes, everyone suddenly has a place to return, and everyone can't stop discussing their own New Year's Eve dinner and worrying about who to go to for Chinese New Year today.

Since work, he has been unable to participate in this topic, and he can't even remember whether he had a New Year's Eve dinner when he was a child.

But... But now finally have a chance, Peng Xingwang, why are you avoiding her?

Jiang Wang was sitting on the swing alone, dangling, without even turning on the street lights, like a floating algae soaked in the darkness.

Looking at the dimly lit street in the distance, he felt tightness in his chest again.

The fence rang, and Ji Linqiu pushed open the door and walked over to sit on another swing.

"Miss your sister?"

Jiang Wang didn't speak, and after a long time he said, "I'm actually more anxious than him."

"It's childish."

Ji Linqiu smiled and followed his gaze into the distance.

"Do you know that when you were in Hongcheng before, many people envy you."

"They think you are very capable and good at doing business. They even take you as a topic during dinner and can talk for a long time."

Jiang Wang didn't really want to hear this comparison, and wanted to ask him not to talk about it any further.

"But at that time, I felt that you were lonely."

He was stunned, as if he didn't hear what Ji Linqiu said.

"You... say it again?"

"When I saw you at that time, I always felt that you were very lonely." Ji Linqiu looked at him: "It's like a person standing in a busy street, everyone comes and goes, thinking about shopping and picking clothes, and tired of shopping. Just go home."

"But you're standing in the middle of the street, not knowing what to buy or where to go back."

He hadn't started liking him yet.

But it was like meeting someone of the same kind. When everyone was envious and admired, they only felt that this person was so lonely.

"It seems hypocritical to talk about this," Ji Linqiu laughed at himself: "It may also be that I think too much."

"However, Xingwang said that he also really wanted to see his mother and would like to celebrate the New Year with her."

"He doesn't even know what happened to him just now."

Jiang Wang was still stuck in those few words just now, frowning and wanting to laugh, but he didn't laugh.

"Do you see me that way?"

Ji Linqiu looked at him, raised his eyes and said, "Did you see it right?"

Jiang Wang left the swing and walked towards him, buried his face in his shoulder like a child, and didn't speak for a long time.

The fragility was exposed for a moment, and the trusted person placed it carefully so that it would not be hurt.

"Mr. Ji, hold me for a while."

"I don't know why I'm sad."

They fell into the depths of the night and wind, and the two of them stood and sat without speaking.

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