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Ji Linqiu was bringing over two bowls of cold noodles, when he noticed that Jiang Wang's expression was wrong, he immediately frowned knowingly: "Missing the stars?!"
Jiang Wang picked up his coat and nodded, and patted a red ticket on the dining table: "Boss! If you have something to eat, don't eat, refund the order!"
Ji Linqiu stretched out his hand to hold him down: "You go to the train station, I'll wait for him near my house, and I can give you news if the child comes home."
"He has no money on him, where can he usually go?" Jiang Wang raised his wrist to look at his watch: "There is still a bus at this point, I wonder if there is a steel coin in his pocket."
"It's best to ask a few more friends, and the police also ask to check and monitor."
"Okay, let's look separately now."
Jiang Wang never thought that the child would run away, 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 will follow closely and never leave.
How... why did you run back all of a sudden
The night is like a continuous dark cobweb, covering the streets with a layer of dust.
Dim lights poured down again, making the place even more dilapidated and dilapidated.
Jiang Wang stepped on the accelerator all the way and ran through two red lights in a row, his eyes constantly searching the roads on both sides for children.
He felt anxious and bitter, but also had an untimely joy.
It's like being chosen at last in this world.
—Even if the chooser is my young self.
The square of the railway station was empty, and after the man got off the bus, he spread his hands into a horn and yelled all the way.
"Peng Xingwang!!"
"I'm here to pick you up!! Where are you!!!"
"Star!!!"
Some passers-by looked at him like he was crazy, but Jiang Wang ignored him and shouted while running.
But the square was lonely and empty, and there were not many children at all.
Jiang Wang was about to call his friends at the police station when a voice came from behind him.
"The kid went to the bus station."
He turned around subconsciously, and realized that it was the old man with the spinning top who was here when he saw him off.
"Have you seen clearly?"
"Hey, you're wearing a black and white coat that looks like a zebra, isn't it?" The old man bent down to pick up the spinning top and put it in his pocket, ready to go home: "I want to stop him, the child is still walking for fear of encountering traffickers, Then I ran off to get on the bus."
Jiang Wang said thank you repeatedly, handed over all the money to the old man and bowed, regardless of whether he wanted to push it back.
After finishing the work, he ran to the bus station and called Ji Linqiu at the same time.
"There is no one here at home," Ji Linqiu thought carefully, with an uneasy tone: "The train station is far away, 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 drive and look for it along the way." , the child may get off the wrong station."
Jiang Wang responded quickly, answering the phone and listening to Du Wenjun crying and explaining, while continuing to drive to find the child.
He was also afraid that something might happen to Peng Xingwang, so he drove the car without turning on the air conditioner, and his back gradually got soaked.
The No. 62 bus stopped and went, but the No. 14 bus was not seen at all, and I don't know whether it was out of service or changed its route.
The man looked and searched, and he didn't see the child until he drove back to his downstairs.
It's so late, and there is no money in hand, where will he go
Call the police from a phone booth.
When he was about to turn back to find the second lap, his cell phone rang suddenly.
The child cried out of breath.
"Brother... brother."
"I'm here, I'll take you home right away." Jiang Wang forcibly suppressed all his emotions, not to scare him: "Where are you?"
Peng Xingwang also panicked, crying and hiccupping.
"There's Jiaxing Department Store here, and... there's Chen's Hardware Store."
"Don't run, give the phone to the adult next to you, and I'll tell him."
It took a while for the phone to be transferred to the proprietress of the grocery store. The other party 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 over with Ji Linqiu.
Peng Xingwang took the wrong car and drove all the way to the west of the city, only to find that he didn't know anyone nearby, so he got out of the car in a panic and asked someone to call.
Jiang Wang drove to the fastest speed all the way, but it took at least ten minutes to drive there.
"Slow down," Ji Linqiu whispered, "Be careful."
"… Um."
Jiang Wang was anxious, but fortunately, Teacher Ji was by his side, driving the car and talking about what happened on the train.
"Those things are too strange to the stars." When Ji Linqiu mentioned Chang Hua, his expression was not very friendly: "It's hard not to be afraid of such a rude request to a child."
"But what needs to be reminded is," Ji Linqiu said softly, "Before you receive Xingwang, you'd better call his mother to talk."
"What's the breath?"
"This kind of escape is probably the most unforgivable betrayal in the world for a child..."
Ji Linqiu pressed his forehead against the car window, looked out of the window and continued speaking slowly.
"Many people can't leave their original families for the rest of their lives."
"Having your own sense of independence, going against your parents' expectations and choosing a tortuous path, or just disappearing and walking away, all seem to be betraying the bondage deep in your blood."
This bondage is like an umbilical cord that never breaks, from birth to death.
If treated properly, it is a bridge linking family ties.
If you struggle against it, it is a tormenting inner prison.
Jiang Wang stopped breathing for a few seconds.
He unconsciously recalled his past life, but in the end he only allowed those images to flash by briefly.
"understood."
Peng Xingwang had already cried like a little fool in a grocery store in a strange street, when he saw Ji Linqiu, he howled and ran over to hug him tightly, all fear broke out again, his nose was covered with snot from crying.
Ji Linqiu didn't avoid his sticky tears and snot, and looked at the stars with distressed eyes.
Jiang Wang squatted beside him, reaching 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 angry with me."
"I won't hit you." Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to take the child into his arms, and hugged him firmly: "Brother is only worried about your injury, and won't blame you."
"But on the mother's side," the child said in despair, "Mom will never forgive me."
Jiang Wang tried so hard to calm Du Wenjuan just now that the car parked on the side of the road for five minutes before approaching the store.
The woman never expected 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 my brother loves you very much. We all hope that you grow up happily."
"As for how you want to choose and when you want to choose, there is no rush."
The child was already crying stupidly: "She will be angry, I left her and ran away, I hurt her."
Jiang Wangxin thought it was lucky to bring Ji Linqiu here, otherwise it would be even more difficult for the mother and son to cry over the phone.
He carried the child to the stool and dialed the phone.
Du Wenjuan answered the phone quickly, and was also choked up, but her mood was much better because she had been comforted in advance.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," she coaxed the child at a loss: "Mom loves you, and mother will not be angry, as long as you are well."
"Do you really still love me?" Peng Xingwang said with tears in his eyes, "Mom, I'm sorry."
"It's Uncle who scared you. Mom should make sure before taking you away," Du Wenjuan said slowly, "It's okay. You can spend your summer vacation at your brother's house. You can come back when you think about it."
Peng Xingwang kept apologizing, and finally hung up the phone when he was tired from crying.
Jiang Wang asked Ji Linqiu to take care of the stars, bought a few cigarettes from the owner of the grocery store, and paid by credit card.
He changed hands and gave the cigarette to the boss.
"No, no, you can take it." The proprietress evaded from the side: "I have already accepted my wish, and we are quite embarrassed."
Jiang Wang glanced at the fake cigarettes in the plastic bag and accepted them without saying anything.
By the time we drove home again, the child was so tired that he had fallen asleep with tears on his eyelashes.
Jiang Wang said goodbye to Ji Linqiu briefly, took a shower and sat next to Peng Xingwang, watching him by the night light.
In fact, I don't have any emotions, I just feel hungry.
The man looked at the sleeping child for a long time, and felt that the child was very familiar yet strange.
He is now twenty-eight years old, and he will never cry until he chokes, asking anyone if he still loves him.
He even seemed to never believe in the word love, so much so that he refused to say it to his young self.
Children seem to have no barriers, they are easily hurt and love.
I love kittens, I love the pigeons on the side of the road, I love my brother who has been lying, and I love my mother who has a new family.
Simple and fragile, easy to deceive and coax.
Jiang Wang gently stretched out his hand, and his rough fingertips touched the child's petal-like soft cheek.
It was hard for him to believe that this child was himself.
Thinking about how he lived to be twenty-eight years old, how he grew from Peng Xingwang to Jiang Wang, this incident is as incredible as his time travel.
"Go to sleep." The man said softly, "Have a good dream."
-2-
Du Wenjuan asked for leave the next day to come back to see her son.
But she also understands that it will be more difficult to separate when they meet again, so she just watched from a distance and didn't go over to hug him.
Peng Xingwang woke up very early, specially cooked instant noodles for his eldest brother for breakfast, then carefully wiped the whole house, did his homework first and then wrote an apology letter to his mother, and went downstairs to buy ten stamps and pasted them all go up.
He thought that the more stamps he put on the letter, the faster it would go.
At this moment, Ji Linqiu accompanied him on the swing in the small garden on the corner of the street, the two of them basked in the sun together, and watched the vehicles coming and going by the side of the road while swinging.
Du Wenjuan stood in a hidden distance, with her hands folded and her eyes flushed.
Chang Hua waited for her in the open space next to the station, and refused to come to see Jiang Wang, probably because he was afraid of being beaten.
The man insisted that he was patronizing the luggage ticket and forgot to return the money to others, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with him.
The woman was already thin and weak, and she seemed to be even more emaciated and weak after tossing around like this.
"I'm already pregnant," she said bitterly, "The due date is March next year."
"I really want to... integrate him into a new family now."
"If it's later, it may really be too late."
"I can't get in." Jiang Wang said, "No matter how early you start, it's impossible to get in."
No matter how close or warm, there will always be a layer of separation between them.
Du Wenjuan watched in the corner all afternoon.
I can't get enough of my son playing on a seesaw and making a snowman on the beach.
New blood sprouted and grew in her lower abdomen, making her feelings and desires all the more intense.
During the period, Chang Hua called two or three times to urge her, but she hung up directly afterwards.
On the way, Peng Xingwang looked back a few times, but the newsstands were well separated by bamboo forests, and the children couldn't see anything.
Du Wenjuan used Ji Linqiu's cell phone to talk to him for a long time.
When it came to the two of them gradually calming down, looking forward to the next meeting and reunion, the phone finally hung up.
Jiang Wang drove Du Wenjuan back to the station.
He looked at the man sitting on the bench with his feet up and reading the newspaper, and he didn't unlock the car for a while.
"You are too easy to be manipulated." Jiang Wang said indifferently: "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 an excuse."
Du Wenjuan froze for a moment, as if she had never thought about this question.
"I... have it?"
Jiang Wang took a deep look at her, feeling calm.
"It's what you said, even if my surname is Jiang, we are still a family."
"If you suffer any grievances, you can still live a safe and happy life when you come back here. The stars and I will protect you."
"Of course," he took a deep breath and said softly, "We all want you to be happy too."
A woman rarely gets a man's commitment in this regard, and it can even be said that she is rarely treated like this.
As an ordinary town girl, Du Wenjuan has grown up living in a rough and simple atmosphere, and has habitually given up many things.
She never seemed to know her cowardice.
"Probably not." She murmured, "Mr. Chang and I will live a good life."
Jiang Wang laughed.
"How he treats you depends on how you fight for it."
It is typical for Chang Hua to bully the weak and fear the strong. Knowing that her mother's family has such a strong cousin, she will be relatively afraid.
Du Wenjuan nodded quickly, then suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged him vigorously.
"Thank you." She said earnestly, "I feel guilty for leaving the stars here."
Jiang Wang was hugged by his mother for the first time as long as he could remember, and his cheeks immediately began to burn.
"Okay, I'll get tired of talking too much." His tone softened a lot: "Let's go, have a good trip."
Du Wenjuan waved her hand when she got off the car, and then walked towards Chang Hua.
Chang Hua saw Jiang Wang's car, and put away the newspaper warily.
"Let's go." Du Wenjuan rubbed her eyes, her heart was still sore: "I'll come to see the child another day when I'm on vacation."
Seeing that there were no children around her, Chang Hua breathed a sigh of relief but also felt offended: "What? Xingxing won't come back with you?"
"What's so good about this place?" The man complained, "I really don't know what to do, we are over there..."
"Shut up." Du Wenjuan said bluntly, "If you provoke him again in the future, I will slap you."
She had never had such a strong tone, as if she had finally figured something out.
Chang Hua's eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "What stimulated you?"
He was a little angry, and worried about the child in her womb: "We have such a good relationship, don't hurt your friendship over such a trivial matter."
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 definitely not be so easy to talk to."
"Chang Hua, you sometimes go too far."
The man blushed, wanted to quarrel with her but knew he was wrong, and slapped the two hundred dollars back into her hand.
"I know, I know," he said impatiently, "I'll be more careful in the future, and it's better to pick him up after you give birth and recuperate for a while, so as not to be overwhelmed."
Du Wenjuan let him carry her bag for her, and walked forward slowly while rethinking many things.
She really shouldn't just endure it blindly, she should have thought of it earlier.
This did not bother the little ones for long, and they soon became busy with new things.
Jiang Wang knows that summer vacation and winter vacation are the golden period for selling books, and during this time, he wanders around looking for inspiration.
Selling more is worse than selling well. In fact, according to his current assets, it is more than enough to open a large supermarket similar to Wal-Mart Carrefour.
But things like books are not time-sensitive, they are easy to transport and store, and they can be printed locally immediately if they can’t be transferred, 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 clothing discounts in department stores, and Christmas tree bare-bottomed cherubs in the surrounding areas. It will be boring to watch for a long time.
Jiang Wang thought about it and decided to book a small square for the Never Forget Carnival.
Selling books is of course the most important thing.
The teaching auxiliary area, the best-selling area, and the comic area, three major categories display different themes.
First order more than a dozen types of paper man standing cards, and then hire a few people to wear doll costumes to interact with tourists everywhere, interspersed with some fun and delicious small stalls, and choose Saturdays and Sundays for the whole city to celebrate the festival together.
With a certain idea, his action became extremely fast.
Peng Xingwang is in charge of finding out what comics and animations the students are watching recently. It is best to fill out the wish list with a small notebook and then count the popularity rankings.
Jiang Wang went to apply for a report with the fire department and the police station, and found enough small vendors to participate in this carnival.
There are several plum cakes and meat muffins here, try to choose clean stores with business licenses to set up stalls.
Let's add some rings and use toy tarot cards to calculate the love, academic and wealth line, covering all elementary school and high school.
When Peng Xingwang is busy, he doesn't have time to think about life. Every morning, he brings a small notebook full of goals to visit to collect information, and he also calls the landline at home to find someone to chat with. He is more eloquent than before.
By the way, Jiang Wang also took this opportunity to get in touch with several middle and high school principals in the city. He inevitably found contacts for a drink, and unexpectedly gained many new friends.
So much so that a vice-principal decided on the spot to invite Peng Xingwang to come to their high school, and it doesn't matter if he failed the college entrance examination.
Jiang Wang drank a big glass on the spot, and looked so drunk that he was about to talk nonsense, advancing and retreating without leaking.
The scale of his company is growing day by day, and all the employees have to see it with their own eyes before being included, and each one is more powerful than the other.
Nearly half of the city of A knew someone like Jiang Wang. Even if they didn't know him personally, they had heard of and visited the four bookstores he opened.
—After the last 5,000 books incident, the storage scale has further increased, and a new one was quickly renovated and opened at lightning speed.
Jiang forgot to run the carnival and emptied several boxes of No. 93 gasoline, and at the end fell asleep and dreamed about business.
He is meticulous in his work and strictly guards against incidents such as fires and stampedes. Even in 2006, when the control was loose, he was careful everywhere. The plan management was changed again and again, and the employees wondered where the boss came from so many ideas.
The map of the city can be recited by closing 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 returning to the old city, I saw Peng Jiahui drinking in broad daylight leaning on a trash can.
From a conventional point of view, Peng Jiahui is a very unpleasant villain who is addicted to alcohol and beats children and wears sloppy clothes all day long.
But suddenly seeing such a villain leaning against the trash can to drink with a sad face is a bit funny.
Jiang Wang put his hands on the steering wheel, watched his father shake his head and drink in self-destructive ways, wondering if he had a tendency to be abused.
He still chose to stop and walk over again.
Peng Jiahui sang and drank sadly, not bothering to care about the eyes of the people around him when they covered their noses and avoided him.
Then I saw Jiang Wang walking over.
He sat up straight in a panic, and then realized that he was leaning against a trash can, standing for a while, neither sitting nor sitting.
Jiang Wang was wearing a suit and leather shoes and had his hair combed back. He strolled in the courtyard and sat next to 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 fired by your work unit?"
"No," Peng Jiahui shook his head with tears in his eyes, "I've been sent out to work, and I've already finished the work."
Work on time, okay.
Jiang Wang looked at him with a grief-stricken look, and said in a playful tone: "And then?"
"Then—" Peng Jiahui hiccupped, raised his head and drank heavily: "Xiaoyan and the yellow croaker are both on my bed."
He raised his hand and hit his head with the bottom of the wine bottle, as if he wanted to knock off the invisible green hat with the bottom of the bottle.
"One or two, why are they both like this!" The middle-aged man said with a sad face, "I'm just trash! Trash! Scum!"
You are.
Seeing him in such a miserable state, Jiang Wang felt inexplicably in a good mood, he took it as a rest from work, sat beside him and lit a cigarette, and took out from his pocket Peng Xingwang's unused half-pack of paper last time.
How could one or two of the fathers and sons be like this? He obviously felt that he didn't have such a talent for comedy.
The movement of Peng Jiahui blowing his nose was exactly the same as that of Peng Xingwang, as if he was being bullied miserably.
"Do you know what she said?" The middle-aged man wiped his face violently with a tissue: "She said that I go to the factory every day, and the oil smells worse than the yellow croaker."
"Then Xiaoyan deleted all my cell phone numbers in front of me, and left arrogantly! I was even stupid!"
Peng Jiahui took a deep breath, and said earnestly: "Let me tell you, love is a bad thing."
"Don't touch cigarettes or drink, don't touch love!!"
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 my experience and income are higher than those of my biological parents, it seems that many irresistible ideas can be easily erased.
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 particularly depressed: "I'm such 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 vibrated again, probably related to the carnival.
He suddenly remembered something and patted Peng Jiahui on the shoulder again.
"Do you want to sell cotton candy?"
Peng Jiahui froze in place, and repeated: "Me? Make cotton candy?"
"That's right," Jiang Wang threw the bottomless mineral water bottle into the trash can, and said as a matter of course, "I want to open a carnival, and I still need a cotton candy seller."
"The machine is rented to you, and the booth fee is free, so you just come to play."
It was also the first time Peng Jiahui heard such a thing, he touched his head and said: "Can I do it? But I can cook, and I can cut cucumbers very thinly, should I?"
"Go, get up," Jiang Wang raised his arms: "Go and change into decent clothes first."
-3-
This trash can is very close to Peng Jiahui's house.
My father just fell in love and bought wine and cried while drinking. He was so stupid that he collapsed against the trash can, feeling 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 room.
"Huh?" Peng Jiahui suddenly missed his son: "Your movement is very like a star."
"Brother, I didn't want to take advantage of you." Realizing that he might have said something wrong again, he waved his hands straight: "Maybe I miss children too much."
"Take care of yourself first." Jiang Wang said disdainfully, "You might as well take a cold shower first, and let me see what clothes you have."
"The bedroom is over there," Peng Jiahui pointed the way, "Then I'll go wash it first."
The sound of running water in the bathroom made Jiang Wang look around, and in an instant he returned to the time when he was ten years old.
Many of his memories are like a pot of beans that sprouted suddenly and then were abruptly covered.
The man coughed forcefully, took the book and continued to open the window violently.
Peng Jiahui washed quickly, so he wrapped a bath towel and picked out clothes with him.
Jiang Wang was not polite to him either, picking one and throwing one away.
"It's dirty."
"This one won't work, ugly."
"How can you fall in love like this?" He threw another greasy POLO shirt into the trash can with his backhand: "No, you can't even wear this outside, and the boss will be annoyed if he sees it."
Peng Jiahui felt sorry for the clothes and didn't dare to resist, so he stopped beside him in a low voice.
"Is this—this is all right?"
"No." Jiang Wangping said bluntly: "Don't say that Peng Xing is looking at his father when he wears it out."
"I didn't ask you to wear high-end clothes." He frowned and said, "Purple and purple, do you want to play an eggplant?"
So I put on a white one, and took someone to the cheap store to choose three sets of clothes and pants again, and I also picked out several pairs of decent socks.
One checkout five hundred and three.
"I owe it," Jiang Wang said with a blank expression, "The interest rate is 2.8, and it will be repaid within one year."
Peng Jiahui nodded with a suppressed expression.
"Return, definitely." He remembered something, and looked for the black briefcase again: "By the way—"
"The five hundred won't charge interest, and you'll pay it back together." Jiang Wang thought that you owe me more than this one thousand, so he raised his eyebrows and turned around, "Let's go, go get the machine."
Of course, the cotton candy sellers in the park couldn't invite them to the carnival. He ordered the machine online and asked for the recipe blueprint, so he was planning to find someone to figure it out.
Peng Jiahui had worked in a machinery company for several years, and when he came to touch the cotton candy machine, he suddenly groaned.
"How much did you pay for this machine?" He cheered up: "The principle of this thing is simple, and I can actually do it."
Jiang Wang has no plans to expand the business for the time being, pointing to the drawings and asking: "Then will you use this?"
When the machine was first picked up, he wanted to make two to take home, half-showing off as a gift to Mr. Ji and another to Xing Wang.
As a result, I was stunned to get my hands full of sugar residue, and almost overheated the machine and burned it.
... Later, I asked the cleaning staff to wash it for a long time.
Peng Jiahui was still scratching his head, probably because the inferior shampoo made it itchy more and more: "I'll try."
He compared the step chart to start dispensing sugar, pinched a bamboo stick and slowly rotated while stepping on the pedal.
The first one shrunk, and the second one gradually grew up.
When it comes to the fifth and sixth ones, they are really fluffy and round just like the color pictures in the manual.
I saw many girls in the company gathered around.
"So that's how it was done?"
"You are so amazing! Will you know it at a glance?!"
Peng Jiahui was very embarrassed and took the initiative to give them the prepared samples.
Jiang Wang looked interesting, patted the shoulder and gave the machine directly to him.
"It's a side job, do it well."
Peng Jiahui really took his heart this time, although the drunkenness has not completely faded, but his mind is already clear.
"The carnival you mentioned, what is it?"
Jiang Wang briefly explained, Peng Jiahui nodded while listening, rubbed his hands together and said, "That won't work, I have to find a place to practice more."
"That carnival probably has a lot of people and demand." He was afraid of causing trouble for Jiang Wang: "I'm familiar with it, so it's convenient to sell more, isn't it?"
That's right.
Children like to buy everything in groups, and once they get together, it is easy to blow up orders.
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 Primary School."
"However, pay attention to the safety of the operation, will the fire extinguisher be used?"
Peng Jiahui nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, there is this in the factory, and there are fire drills every year."
"Okay, I'll make one next to you later."
In the afternoon of the second day, the Do Not Forget bookstore really added a cotton candy stand.
"Marshmallows are five yuan each, and two are eight yuan!"
"Strawberry flavor cantaloupe flavor, you can eat anything you want!"
There are a lot of 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, 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 celebrating Children's Day.
Peng Jiahui suddenly became energetic at work.
The main motivation is to finish the work quickly, and then go to the bookstore to sell marshmallows after get off work.
—So much so that on the third day, I paid back more than 500 yuan, and then I made a marshmallow rabbit and a marshmallow sunflower with great confidence, and put them on the booth like a sign on the left and right.
The children are also very face-saving, knowing that he is Peng Xingwang's father, they are very polite to give money, and some children just stand by and watch obsessively after shopping, feeling like uncle is doing magic tricks.
Jiang Wang pretended to be reconciling accounts at the main station, and from the corner of his eye, he looked at Xing Xing who was quietly watching outside a group of children.
The kid actually received the message on the first day, but he didn't dare to come and see it.
His feelings for his own father were too complicated, so complicated that he couldn't digest his eight-year-old experience.
It seems like the only relative in this city, and it seems that if you get closer, you will be hurt again.
Peng Xingwang contemplated it for two or three days, and even pretended not to care, and asked 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 in a heartbeat, and saw a group of primary school students and junior high school students, a tiny Peng Xingwang.
"Son!" His voice suddenly became louder: "Son! Come here!"
Peng Xingwang was also stunned.
The children separated consciously, watching Peng Xingwang approach him with envious eyes.
Peng Xingwang recalled the incident of being chased and beaten before, so he didn't dare to get too close, so he called out to Dad in a low voice.
"Which do you want to eat?" Peng Jiahui's eyes were a little red, he wiped his apron with his hands, and smiled embarrassedly: "Dad just knew how to make rabbits and flowers, and he is still learning the rest."
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 rabbit with the most concentration in his life.
The bookstore was still very lively, and the children were making friends and chatting with each other while waiting, and many people were sitting at the long table next to them playing flying chess.
Peng Xingwang stood at the front, staring at the fluffy cotton candy just as carefully and intently as his father.
When the rabbit ears were fixed in place and the blue eyes were finished, Peng Jiahui heaved 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 inside, scratch carefully."
Peng Xingwang nodded, holding the latest rabbit cotton candy high up.
"Look!!"
The children followed suit and raised their heads: "Hey—"
"Uncle, I want this too!!"
"We all buy pink rabbits? Only his is blue!"
"Eat slowly! It's okay if you can't finish it!" Seeing that he was leaving, Peng Jiahui greeted again: "In the future, if you want to eat - Dad will make it for you at any time!"
"Ang!" Peng Xingwang quickly responded 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 plan of the venue was out, please go over and see for himself where the nearby layout needs to be changed.
Jiang Wang agreed to go out, but was suddenly stopped by Peng Jiahui.
The middle-aged man still looked at him in awe and kindness, and handed him a pink cotton candy a little embarrassedly.
"You, you should try it too." Peng Jiahui summoned up his courage and said, "It seems...it's quite 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, so that the corners of his mouth were covered with sugar juice.
The thin and soft strawberry candy melts and flows on the tongue, like catkins and petals.
Jiang Wang stood there in a daze, and suddenly realized something.
It seems that after he became an adult, he was particularly resistant to touching those things that belonged to children, as if he was instinctively avoiding some wounds.
But now he is eating candy.
Peng Jiahui was still anxiously waiting for his comment.
"It's delicious." Jiang Wang frowned and smiled: "It's sweet, but it's really delicious."
"I should have tried it earlier."