Jiang Wang rarely thought about the future in the past.
Before adopting Peng Xingwang, his life was like a cedar tree.
Lonely and cold, even the branches and leaves are stingy to extend the simplest lines, unwilling to have more shapes.
Now he suddenly has a lot of things to care about, and he is willing to save money to cope with the ever-changing future.
As expected, I have been busy for nearly three months, rushing from October to mid-January abruptly.
The main focus lies in the matchmaking of Yuhan's many network resources and the formal preparation of the Golden Twelve Volumes.
Jiang Wang gave priority to forming an editorial committee, and produced a whole set of papers from grade one to grade three, and distributed them to five high school students for free for fun.
He originally thought that this batch of papers would have to wait at least one semester for feedback, but it took three to seven days for the students in the provincial capital to complete a set of papers.
A set of twelve, on average two to four per day.
Niubi. Really awesome.
Duan Zhao and several other teachers ate hot pot with him, licking their heart while cooking the tripe.
"Your question—it's really not difficult enough, it's not worth it to do it this way."
Boss Jiang's smile froze: "The difficulty you are talking about, is there any reference for it?"
"Could it be possible to follow the competition questions?"
"Hey, Xiao Jiang, you're an amateur if you say that. The competition questions are more important than improving the knowledge points, and some college entrance examination questions are really more difficult than the competition questions."
The grey-haired old teacher swallowed a mouthful of pig's brains, raised his smoky glasses and said: "The college entrance examination questions, that is, to give unlimited ways of writing questions within a limited range, hey, your current questioning and editing team is not good enough." Not refined enough."
"Older Chen will comment," Duan Zhaochi's nose turned red, he took out a tissue and blew it violently, and said seriously: "We are also a strong province of education, and the difficulty is on par with that of Qidong!"
"That's right, last year their chemistry questions were not as difficult as ours!"
"...It's because I'm not rigorous enough in my work." Boss Jiang sincerely apologized: "Next time, it will be difficult to improve my style and difficult to improve my level."
The old man patted his shoulder vigorously: "Hurry up, my students are waiting to do it. They can finish these questions for you in a week now in the second year of high school, so reflect on yourself."
Jiang Wang had a nice chat with the teachers at dinner, but at the end he remembered something.
"By the way, what level was the entrance examination for Beijing Normal University around 1998?"
Duan Zhao quickly realized: "Ask Teacher Ji, right?"
Jiang Wang pinched a piece of beef tongue for him and poured the wine.
"Around 1998, the college entrance examination was even stricter than it is now," the old teacher recalled: "Which province is your friend from?"
As soon as Jiang Wang said, the old man let out a long sigh: "That saves the Mathematical Olympiad is cruel. I will make it fresh once."
"Seven or eight years ago, the first line of the college entrance examination is about 500 points?" The female teacher next to him interjected: "But the score line of Beijing Normal University is really high. I can go to Tsinghua University."
Duan Zhao laughed: "Maybe he can go to Tsinghua University just because he wants to be a teacher."
Jiang Wang graduated from junior high school and joined the army. He thought that Ji Linqiu just studied in a normal teacher's school, but he didn't expect the brand to be so famous.
Six hundred and twenty points. He recalled his previous scores in each subject, and drank most of his glass of beer with self-knowledge.
"Dude, don't feel pressured. Those like Brother Ji are still outstanding. Those of us who can study in East China Normal University can hold a banquet and set up wine." Duan Zhao laughed and said, "I'm envious when I hear it. After eating, I went home and dreamed about the college entrance examination several times, if that year—”
"Forget about the past," the female teacher said, waving her hand, "I'm only short of one multiple-choice question, and it breaks my heart just thinking about it."
After eating the hot pot, everyone talked and laughed and parted ways. Jiang Wang bid farewell to the last friend and leaned against the car alone for a long time.
He originally wanted to smoke, but because Ji Linqiu wanted to quit smoking, he simply stood there.
The wind in winter is like a wild cat scurrying around, drilling into the collar and cuffs, blowing a long road suddenly, making people shiver.
Jiang Wang began to regret not bringing the down jacket his father gave him.
He got back into the car, turned on the radio, and continued to trance while listening to old-fashioned love songs.
In the previous life, Ji Linqiu originally had such a bright future.
With his excellent academic ability, it is probably easy for him to live abroad.
In the end, he was trapped in an old city, like giving up struggling when he was drowning, his limbs loosened and he fell faintly, and he lived a dark and peaceful life.
The more Jiang Wang thought about it, the more he felt a lump in his throat.
It was as if bitterness and spiciness surged up at the same time, forcing his eyes to turn red.
Why
You obviously have so many choices, such a bright future.
You can even go to Tsinghua University.
Jiang Wang calmed down for a while to breathe, called the secretary, and briefly explained the work.
"I'm going back to Rainbow City first."
"Going back early?" The secretary was a little surprised: "Okay, I will make good arrangements for the new round of writing questions here. Be careful on the way."
Jiang Wang hung up the phone and drove back.
Fortunately, I did not drink.
The transition between autumn and winter is very fast, and work can make people forget the time.
When he drove back again, the leaves of the surrounding street trees seemed to have been swept away by the strong wind, leaving only branches like scribbled graffiti.
The moving car turns into a tiny dot, moving forward in countless criss-crossing lines.
The winter wind was howling outside the car window, and the headlights illuminated the snow-like dust.
Jiang Wang was thinking, what would people be trapped by
Is it family? not like.
He avoided his father's severe beating, and Ji Linqiu escaped from that mountain village.
Is it sexuality
No, in the previous life, Ji Linqiu had no lover and was alone, so how could he choose to give up life directly because of his own sexuality.
What is it that people get stuck in
Jiang Wang turned the steering wheel. On both sides of the car window were dry desert-like silent fields. At this moment, there was only rich and boundless black.
The whole world is left with the sound of howling wind and two headlights.
He travels a long way and stops breathing at another turn.
…the answer is a sense of meaninglessness.
When there is no link, no warmth, and no traction,
People will fall into a sense of meaninglessness like a swamp, and lose their breath step by step.
The world has become an empty and single concept, and all the noisy people have nothing to do with themselves.
Ji Linqiu's solo walk at that time was just like his solo walk at this moment.
There is endless darkness on both sides, and the distance is endless.
For the first time, Jiang Wang wanted to hold someone's hand so tightly, no matter what kind of emotion it was.
He wanted to hold him tight and save him from endless winter.
Teacher Ji, this time, I also have a chance to hug you.
Lu Yao was very windy, Jiang Wang drove home and it was already two o'clock in the morning.
Everyone here is asleep.
He washed hastily and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, the windows were full of bright sunshine, the leaves outside the courtyard were colorful, and there were also big roses in bloom, bright red and bright yellow, full of vitality.
The world became lively and prosperous again, as if silence had never passed.
Jiang Wang sat facing the window for a long time after waking up, turned his head and stretched his arms and legs, and continued to go out to take care of business in the city.
Then pick up Ji Linqiu and Xingwang from school on time, cook and eat with them, watch TV and sleep.
No one knew that he had made up his mind last night, and for the first time wanted to accompany someone for a long, long time.
The strange thing is that Peng Xingwang was a little abnormal before going to bed, dragged Jiang Wang away hesitantly, and asked him if he could sleep with him.
Jiang Wang felt strange, hugged the quilt and went to accompany him.
As soon as the light was turned off, the child turned over and over, and the pancake seemed to be unable to sleep.
Jiang Wang was still a little sleepy at first, but he woke up when he heard him writhe.
"What's the matter, want to hear a story?"
The child hummed for a while.
Jiang Wang yawned, turned on the night light and read him three or four books, and seeing that Peng Xingwang gradually calmed down, he turned off the light again to prepare for sleep.
Then I heard the child breathing strangely, sometimes gasping suddenly.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"… nothing."
Jiang Wang turned on the light again and looked at Peng Xingwang's expression.
"What's the matter?"
It's strange, obviously I am him and he is also me, why sometimes I just can't think of what he is thinking
Peng Xingwang held back for a while, then whispered: "I'm afraid, I'm so afraid that I can't sleep."
Jiang Wang had a bad premonition, and out of a sense of responsibility as an adult, he still asked.
"... What are you afraid of?"
The child's answer seemed to be stepping on his nerves.
"fear death."
Peng Xingwang was embarrassed when he said this, as if he had said something childish, and buried his face in the quilt.
The sound also becomes very small.
"... It's just scary."
Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to cover his head.
How could he forget about this.
In this regard, they are exactly the same.
It seems that one day this idea suddenly crashed into my mind, and it has been deeply rooted ever since. Even if I accidentally think about it in my twenties, I will be overwhelmed by the empty sense of terror.
"One day I will disappear."
"One day, all of my conscious memory will be gone."
The more I think about it, the more terrifying it becomes, and there is no way to solve it, it is simply fatal.
After Jiang Wang became a soldier, he was born and died many times. During the exercise, he actually passed death several times. After he retired, he was still afraid.
He coughed forcefully now, and stretched out his hand to pull Peng Xingwang's head out of the bed.
"How long have you been afraid of this?"
"Over a month," the child said timidly, "Brother, don't think I'm useless, I'm actually only afraid of this, and now I'm not afraid of cockroaches anymore."
"No," Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to pat him to sleep, and patiently made several excuses, trying to calm his emotions like a fool.
He will gradually understand the meaning of life when he grows up, and his soul may remain with his beliefs after death. From philosophy to science, he almost believes it himself.
The child didn't know whether he was sleepy from the nagging or was really fooled. After a while, his breathing became stable, and then he began to snore loudly.
Jiang Wang breathed a sigh of relief and got off the bed lightly.
Turning around, she hugged the quilt and went to knock on Ji Linqiu's door.
After knocking twice, Ji Linqiu came over to open the door. The lamp in the bedroom was still on, as if he was still changing his homework.
"Teacher Ji," Jiang Wang said without blushing, "Peng Xingwang told me ghost stories, I was quite scared."
"Let's make do with each other, just squeeze in for one night."
Ji Linqiu looked at him with a smile.
"Can you say that again?"