Moving across town is a lot of work.
It only took one afternoon to drive the truck, but it took several days to pack up all kinds of sundries.
Jiang Wang was busy with Yuhan's business, and handed over the inventory and registration of the house to Ji Linqiu.
He was really sorry and wanted to ask a few hourly workers to help, but Ji Linqiu declined.
"The more people there are, the more chaotic it becomes. I can't find things if I leave them in a mess. Xingwang and I can do this."
There was a strange equality between the two of them towards the boy.
No matter what happens, I don't think about 'Xing Wang is only eight years old and still a child', instead, I teach him how to do it when I can ask him to help, which is no different from treating an adult.
But there will be enough praise and encouragement afterwards, so that children feel a sense of accomplishment when they run errands to buy soy sauce.
"Okay, then you can watch and collect it," Jiang Wang said casually, "It's okay to throw away something that's worn out, and we'll buy it after you bring it here."
"Understood, busy with you."
Ji Linqiu was a little embarrassed to help her boyfriend clean up the house.
In fact, he rarely entered Jiang Wang's room, even if two people lived under the same roof, there was a kind of avoidance beyond etiquette.
This man... is too aggressive.
Concrete is not reflected in gaze or words, but an atmosphere everywhere.
Even if he was smiling gently, or even mopping the floor with his head buried, his full and tight muscles were silently warning.
Ji Linqiu refused to enter his room, as if consciously avoiding natural enemies.
He subconsciously felt that if he stayed so close to Jiang Wang, if he was not careful, he might be eaten up and wiped out, leaving no bones left.
very dangerous.
Now that the big-tailed wolf is not at home, he wanders in humming a song, and he feels much more relaxed when he steps into the door.
The room was as messy as ever, T-shirts and jackets were thrown here and there, and a tie was scattered on the ground.
Walk a few steps inside, and you can smell the man's scent.
Deep and fragrant, with the publicity of male hormones.
Ji Linqiu's face was hot, and he opened the window pretending to ventilate his boyfriend's room, his heartbeat accelerated a lot.
He cleaned up for the whole afternoon, packed one box of company documents, several boxes of frequently used clothes, and unknowingly used up several rolls of wide tape.
The huge wardrobe gradually emptied, revealing a hidden compartment inside, which was not locked.
The secret compartment was built by the previous owner of the house. It used to be a safe, but after the safe was taken away, it became an empty push-pull cabinet, where important passbook contracts could be placed under the cover of clothes.
There is also a secret compartment in Ji Linqiu's room, and it's useless for him to keep it empty.
But Jiang Wang's side... Could there be something
Ji Linqiu thought for a long time, but decided not to watch it.
He and him already have a very close and trusting relationship, but they shouldn't do unnecessary things.
Unexpectedly, the buckle of the hidden compartment has already aged, and the outer coats were taken off, and they slid to the other side as soon as the inertia was loosened, revealing the bulging cloth package inside.
… cloth wrapped
Ji Linqiu suspected that he was pressing some unwashed sheets and bedding, so he smelled it in preparation for being smelly.
Quite the opposite. The package was washed very clean, and there was still a faint smell of mothballs inside.
There were several letters under the package, all of which were written by Du Wenjuan.
He did know this.
When Peng Xingwang found out that there was such a good thing hidden in Jiang Wang's closet, he clamored to put the letter he had received into it, and put it together with his brother's.
Ji Linqiu hesitated again and again, but gently took off the package, carried it to the bed and opened it slowly.
As soon as the cloth package was unwrapped, a brand new soft and slippery blanket was revealed, neatly folded into a square, with insect repelling wood pellets inside and out, obviously there were other things wrapped inside.
He suddenly became jealous.
What is it that is so carefully guarded
Ji Linqiu held his breath, lifted a corner of the blanket, and put it back only for a glance, and called Jiang Wang to apologize later.
But he froze the moment he saw it clearly.
He was too familiar with the exposed piece of fabric.
Wool blend. Traditional stand collar with dark gray buttons.
How did the dress my mother gave me end up in his closet? !
She made it herself—
Ji Linqiu thought for a moment that he had stolen the coat, but soon realized something was wrong.
No, this is by no means a new dress that you just got this year.
At this moment, the astonishment occupied all his emotions, so that Ji Linqiu directly picked up the clothes and unfolded them carefully enough.
—It can be said that they are exactly the same.
The cut, the color fabric, even the scratches on the buttons are all consistent.
When he was peeling an apple during the Chinese New Year, he missed it, and the tip of the knife touched the button, so that there was a shallow pit that was almost invisible to the naked eye.
But there are exactly the same marks on the buttons of this coat.
At this moment, Ji Linqiu seemed to be breathing like ice, turned his head and ran quickly back to his room to find the coat, and took it to the side of this coat.
No, there are many nuances.
The old coat that Jiang Wang hid has many traces of modification and adjustment.
It was evident that this one had passed through several tailors, widened the tight waist and shoulders, lengthened the sleeves, managed to use many similar fabrics, and embellished the stitching where necessary.
Because of being soaked in water for too long, the old coat has become deformed and hardened, making it impossible to wear it out.
So it was carefully folded and preserved, as if it should be preserved as a precious evidence even if it rots to the bone.
Ji Linqiu controlled himself to take deep breaths to clarify his thoughts, and countless fragments emerged from the depths of his memory.
Jiang Wang is completely different from everyone else in the city.
He can easily see other people's illnesses and family conditions, and he even knows exactly whether the second child with the head of the class is a boy or a girl.
In the lottery station, even if you count, you never miss it, and your business vision is so precise and vicious that many people praise it.
He and Xing Xing have exactly the same mole, and they look like father and son when they smile.
He never mentioned his parents to anyone. He floated in Hongcheng as if he had no roots, and he devoted himself to taking care of the child who might have dropped out of school and was seriously injured.
Ji Linqiu refused to think any deeper.
He looked down for a long time, as if to verify the last answer, he opened the inner pockets of the two clothes and found a place that was almost a dead end.
When the mother was parting, she whispered that she had sewed two words on quietly.
Safety.
She embroidered it very small with red thread, and hid the words where she could easily touch them, wishing that her son would be safe and sound every year.
The two inner pockets were turned over at the same time, revealing exactly the same dark embroidery.
The handwriting on the new coat is still clear. The one Jiang Wang kept was worn out all the year round, and there are only a few mottled red spots, which can barely be seen to be the words.
But when we first met, Jiang Wang had already said it.
He was specially recruited into the army at the age of fifteen, and met a teacher at the train station.
The teacher took off his coat and gave it to him, saying that it was cold in the north, so be careful all the way.
I even said something to him, you must miss that teacher very much.
The man raised his eyes and smiled, but said nothing.
How is this possible
How could this be the case?
Ji Linqiu hugged the two clothes and looked back and forth over and over again, amazed that he has been hiding such an astonishing secret from him.
But he just refused to doubt him.
Ji Linqiu realized that he seemed to be spoiled by Jiang Wang. At this moment, his first reaction was that if he were him, it would be difficult for him to explain, and he would have many difficulties.
He just refused to doubt him, refused to guess this person in any bad direction, and had an indescribable stubbornness.
I was flustered, and felt that I loved him even more, as if I had been dazed and at a loss what to do.
Until the dusk faded away, Ji Linqiu sighed, and rewrapped the old coat layer by layer as before.
Then put it back to the original place and close the hidden compartment, and hung up four or five pieces of clothes, which were a little messy, as if they hadn't been tidied up.
The sound of turning the keys came from downstairs, followed by the chatting and laughing of men and children.
"I'm starving to death, I'm so hungry that I can eat this door!!"
"Put down the bag! Shall we have hot pot tonight?"
"No!! I want to eat meat!! Braised pork!!!"
Jiang Wang felt that it was necessary to seek a third person's opinion on this topic, so he raised his voice and shouted.
"Linqiu—"
He used to call him Teacher Ji, even though Ji Linqiu protested a few times, saying that he was not his teacher.
Later, after the confession, I gradually changed my words, and finally agreed to call my name. At first, I was a little awkward, but the more I called, the more intimate and catchy, and I even called it for fun.
Ji Linqiu poked his head from upstairs, raised his eyebrows and said, "You won't tell me when you come back early?"
The child didn't even change his shoes and ran up all the way: "Teacher Ji hug me! My brother twisted my ears just now!!"
The man laughed foolishly on the first floor: "Teacher Ji give me a hug too?"
"Come up here!" Ji Linqiu suppressed the panic, and helped the client smooth things over: "You have too many things in your closet, so collect them yourself!!"
Jiang Wang suddenly remembered something, slapped his head and ran up, rushed back to his room and saw several large boxes of neatly packed sundries.
"The spring and summer clothes are all packed, and the autumn and winter clothes are in that closet. Do you come by yourself?"
"I think I have a passbook in there—wait!"
The man opened the closet with his back turned to rummage for something, and after a while pulled his head out of the thick jacket of the jacket.
"No, it's in the office safe."
"Go, go eat first, and let me do the rest."
He grabbed Ji Linqiu's shoulders and led him out of the room without leaving a trace.
Ji Linqiu poked him on the head: "Next time I'll find a part-time job, my waist will be broken today."
Jiang forgot to act good even if he was cheap: "How can a man say that he has a bad waist!"
Peng Xingwang was full of thoughts about the braised pork, and came to his senses when he came to the gate: "Why do boys have a good waist?"
"Listen to his nonsense!"
Boss Jiang was about to officially move out, and many friends in the city held a farewell banquet and inevitably gave various gifts.
Ji Linqiu is very popular in the school, not only the principal specially asked him to meet and chat for a long time, but the old lady Xu also gave a collection of Russian poems that she had collected for a long time, with many annotations in it.
It was also thanks to Jiang Wang who came back to help pack things. The front foot of the family’s dozen or so boxes of goods had just arrived in Yuhan, and the back foot of the living room was filled with gifts like Christmas, and everything had to be reorganized.
Peng Xingwang circled around the two adults, feeling envious again.
"Brother and teacher are so amazing, there are so many gifts."
"Part of it is human relationships, and you will meet them when you grow up." Jiang Wang glanced casually: "I really envy you hanging a sock by the bedside on Christmas Eve, and making a wish to wait for Santa Claus."
"I don't believe that." Peng Xingwang said seriously: "Isn't that just asking you for a gift in disguise? What you ask for is not a gift."
Before the words fell, the doorbell rang twice.
Peng Jiahui stood at the door with a small object in his hand.
He greeted Jiang Wangji and Linqiu first, but he was still embarrassed to enter the door, and only called the child to come to the door.
"Xing Xing, you are going to Yuhan. From now on, Dad can drop by to see you every month on business trips, and you can tell me anything you encounter."
Peng Jiahui unpacked and tied the little kit around his neck.
"This is the amulet that Dad asked for in the temple. It is changed every year. Don't lose it."
He paused, and seemed to help Xing Xing figure out a way out in advance.
"Of course, if you accidentally lose it, it doesn't matter if you tell Dad, let's ask for another one together, okay?"
Peng Xing looked at the hill-like pile of presents in the living room, and then at the small bag around his neck, and nodded vigorously with a bright smile.