When he returned home, Jiang Wang went to the star observation room to accompany him to do his homework.
It was only after the child put all the papers in his schoolbag neatly that he finally spoke.
"I went out to eat today and saw your dad made a new girlfriend."
Peng Xingwang frowned at him again.
"You told me not to say it before going to bed." After Jiang Wang finished speaking, he felt like he was bickering with his own brother, and felt a little funny: "I also told you in advance, so as not to be sad later."
The child looks disappointed.
"Unhappy?"
"Mom and Dad... really can't be together anymore."
Peng Xingwang was puzzled: "I still hope he waits for his mother."
How is it possible to have a younger sister
Jiang Wang stretched out his hand to rub the child's head, and the latter nodded again, withdrawing what he quietly decided on his own.
"Forget it, it's not impossible, he can talk if he wants to."
Peng Xingwang hasn't seen his mother for several years, and in a blink of an eye, she already has a husband, and she is pregnant again after a holiday. Every time, he is caught off guard.
At the age of eight, the child has realized how much time can play tricks on people, and he is afraid that his own father will also play this trick.
Just as Jiang Wang gave him the warning, he ran to see his father the next day.
If the adults really offered him a younger sister and then a younger brother, he wouldn't dare to refuse.
But anyway, let him see it with his own eyes.
When Peng Xingwang went to find his father, he thought about this logic several times in his mind, and kept cheering himself up.
But there is still a guilty conscience that I am making trouble for no reason.
Peng Jiahui has moved to the tube building where they lived before, threw away the things in the shanty town, and reorganized a decent small house.
The child stood in front of the door and clenched his fists, took a deep breath and exhaled, and knocked on the door with a heavy breath as if he was going to give a speech.
bang bang bang.
"Who is it?"
Peng Jiahui opened the iron door and saw his son through the screen door.
"I've grown taller again, come in," Peng Jiahui said with a smile, "Let's have dinner at my place, will you go shopping with me later?"
Xing Wang's eyes lit up, he was about to agree but then remembered the business, he quickly turned his head and looked around.
"Who are you looking for?" Peng Jiahui became happy: "Why, I heard the news and wanted to meet your Auntie Guan. She is busy with work today, so I guess she won't be able to come to play."
Peng Xingwang was poked at the center of the matter, and said bluntly: "What is it about Auntie, I don't know."
"I'm... I'm here to ask you a question."
"Ask a question?" Peng Jiahui sat beside him, peeling pears for the child: "Tell me."
Compared with the alcoholic who took his anger out on children before, his current emotional state seems to have changed the problem.
The core reason lies in the removal of many burdens.
- You don't have to raise the child yourself, so you don't have to take care of him every day, and you won't be annoyed by the child's movements.
—The distressed economic situation is getting better and better, and the quality of life is also steadily improving.
—Proud in love and rising in career, there is no reason to drink and beat people like crazy.
Xing Wang knew nothing about this, but Peng Jiahui knew it very well.
Most of the reason why he can live such a prosperous life now is that Boss Jiang and the others helped him share the hard work of raising children.
It's hypocritical to say anything, and I don't know how long such a hands-off shopkeeper can last.
Every time he feels happy and relaxed, there is a fishbone in his heart, which makes people sober and helpless.
In any case, in the future, Xing Xing must be brought back to be raised, and cannot be avoided blindly.
Peng Xingwang's gaze fell on the spinning pear, and he said for a while, "Brother, they want to take me to study in the provincial capital."
"They're going to ask me what I think first, and then they'll ask you and Mom."
Peng Jiahui stuck the tip of the knife and accidentally cut a small pit on the surface of the pear.
"Yes," he said to himself, "with such a big business, it's impossible to stay in a small city all the time."
"So, Xingxing, what do you think?"
"I don't know." Peng Xingwang lowered his head, and said after a while: "Father, I'm actually a little scared."
"Yuhan is too big, and there are rivers and bridges. I can't understand some people's accents."
The child grew up under the care of neighbors in the neighborhood, and got used to the stability and familiarity in a small circle.
If you really want to leave your father and live in an unfamiliar provincial capital with your brother and teacher, it is no different from studying abroad for a child of this age.
Peng Jiahui was stunned for a long time, he didn't expect to choose so quickly.
If he persuaded his son to go to the provincial capital, he would not be able to behave himself, as if he deliberately wanted to get rid of a trouble so that he could live with his girlfriend, and he would definitely be stabbed in the back.
But if you keep the stars, you may not be able to take care of the frequent work schedules here, and the educational resources are definitely not as good as those in the provincial capital.
Peng Jiahui did not go to university, but he also hopes that his son can leave here and go outside to see the world.
He is really not qualified to participate in this matter.
Peng Xingwang was still waiting for his father's attitude, and poked him after waiting for a while.
"What do you think?"
"Me," Peng Jiahui smiled, inexplicably embarrassed in front of his son: "It's hard to say."
"Of course we all want you to be content and happy."
"But if you're scared, I sure as hell can't force you through."
Saying a few words is the same as not saying anything.
The doorbell rang twice.
"Jiahui, it's me, I leave work early."
Peng Jiahui froze for a moment, got up quickly, and told his son to put Li down and go to the door to meet people with him.
"Honghong," Peng Jiahui opened the door and introduced, "Let me introduce to you, this is my son, Peng Xingwang."
Guan Hong was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect to have an extra son when she came back: "You, what are you talking about?!"
"I didn't have time to tell you clearly before," Peng Jiahui forcibly drove away the evasion in his heart, forcing himself to be a person: "I was divorced before, this is the son of my ex-wife, I can't hide this matter from you. "
Peng Xingwang looked up at Auntie's bright red lips, and said hello to Auntie softly.
"...Hi." Guan Hong put down her bag and went in to change her shoes, and said casually, "He's usually at your ex-wife's house, come over to see him occasionally?"
"No," Peng Jiahui said awkwardly, "My ex-wife has already moved to other provinces, and now he... lives with Boss Jiang."
"Boss Jiang? The one from yesterday?!"
Peng Xingwang nodded.
"It's like this, listen to my explanation. I haven't settled my job before, and my life...is not good, and I can't take care of it." Peng Jiahui explained bravely, automatically omitting the part about drinking and beating people: "Boss Jiang
It's my ex-wife's younger brother who just came to take care of him for a while. "
"Later you also know that I jumped job and came here. The two of us met when we were on a business trip. It is difficult to pick up the children from school every day, so we still have to ask someone to help take care of them."
Guan Hong's eyes lingered between the father and son several times, and suddenly said: "He takes care of the children alone?"
"No, there is also Teacher Ji." Peng Xingwang rushed to answer: "Mr. Ji is also very kind to me!"
Guan Hong's tone became a little subtle: "The one next to Boss Jiang yesterday?"
"Yes," Peng Jiahui didn't think there was any problem, and said with a smile, "The three of them live together, and Teacher Ji just rented one of the rooms."
The woman probably finished understanding the situation and didn't say much. She bought vegetables and cooked with them, watched TV together after eating, and sent the child back to the gate of Hehua Gaoyuan Community.
After the car turned around and drove towards Tongzilou, Guan Hong was still looking in the direction of the high-end residential area.
After a while, he said, "My child, what are you going to do in the future?"
Peng Jiahui seemed to have been stabbed again, his hand was raised from the steering wheel and then dropped back.
"I haven't thought it through yet." He lowered his head and said, "I owe this kid a lot, but I don't want you to be wronged."
Guan Hong didn't respond to this answer, and said after a while: "You put your son in the care of two men, don't worry?"
"That is indeed much better than what I took care of." Peng Jiahui said helplessly: "You know my education level, there is still room for me to make mechanical lathes, let's forget about teaching children to do their homework."
"Ms. Ji is our best English teacher. Boss Jiang cares more about children than I do. They are very good people."
Guan Hong sneered and turned her head away.
"You are also big-hearted."
Peng Jiahui said anxiously: "What?"
"Let me say it first. I don't like children. I don't like babies, primary school students, or junior high school students, and I don't plan to have them in the future." Guan Hongli said: "You can handle things with your ex-wife yourself, but if this child comes to your parents Let's stay, let's say goodbye."
"He comes over occasionally on weekends. I can act to make him happy, but if I really want to look down and see him, my temper may not be so good."
Peng Jiahui's expression became a little gloomy, don't turn the steering wheel at first, and don't coax her anymore.
On the contrary, Guan Hong became angry: "Hey, are you ignoring me because of this child?"
Peng Jiahui suppressed his emotions and said foolishly: "Go home first, we will talk about it later."
After Peng Xingwang got home, he called his eldest brother as usual, and the latter answered and was about to hang up when he remembered something.
"Xingwang, go and close the courtyard door and lock it. The same goes for other doors and windows in the house. It's not safe recently."
"We'll be back around ten o'clock in the evening. If you're afraid, we can come and pick you up later, but we still have to go to the wine bureau."
"It's okay, it's okay." The child was used to waiting for them at home, and asked curiously, "Why is it unsafe?"
Jiang Wang hesitated for a few seconds, but still told the truth.
"I heard that there is a three-eyed lunatic."
"He has three eyes?!"
"No, I used to fight with someone, my forehead was cut open by an axe, and the scar grew out like Erlang God." Jiang Wang was afraid that the child would run away with his nerves, so he didn't omit the scary part: "You saw the police car patrolling the street today No, we are all looking for where this person went."
"From now on, you go to the office after school and wait for Teacher Ji to get off work. I'll say hello to Teacher Xu, so don't be afraid."
Peng Xingwang stared out of the window for a long time in a daze, the chill spread from the soles of his feet.
"Brother, brother," his voice became stiff: "The three-eyed lunatic you mentioned, is he short and short-haired, with eyes separated left and right, a thick neck, and a watermelon knife in his hand?"
Jiang Wang became alert: "How do you know?"
"He... he swayed towards Simon."