Jiang Wang never thought that carrying his father would be the same as carrying a quail.
Peng's father had bullied the soft and feared the hard for so many years, it was the first time he lost face in front of a group of children, and when he fell back to the ground, he blushed and cursed a few times.
Jiang Wang raised his hand blankly, and the latter immediately shut up and shrunk his neck.
"I'm a relative that her mother asked to come here," he decided to give a basic explanation: "I'm here to give this child a basic care."
"When will you be able to live a normal life, and then I will take Peng Xingwang away."
Father Peng gouged him out and walked away, his face still flushed with an unnatural hangover.
Not long after the farce, the homeroom teacher rushed over. The old lady surnamed Xu had always had a bad temper.
"How do you act as a teacher? Can't you maintain the basic discipline? Just let the two parents fight and make the children laugh?"
Jiang Wang habitually straightened his back when he saw her, coughed and stepped forward to explain.
Mrs. Xu looked him up and down: "Are you Peng Xingwang's new parent?"
"Um."
"Tuition and miscellaneous fees are two hundred and thirty-six, and the lunch box fee is one hundred and fifty. His father is procrastinating on paying it. Are you here?"
Jiang Wang didn't talk too much nonsense, and handed over the money in full.
He hesitated for a second when handing it over.
Peng Jiahui came here today with a purse, did he come here to pay the fee on purpose
The old lady expressed her satisfaction after counting the money, and called the child over to give a lecture.
"Now that there are multiple people taking care of you, you have to study hard and listen carefully, do you understand?"
Peng Xingwang nodded quickly: "Thank you, brother! Thank you, Teacher Ji!"
The English teacher smiled and touched his head: "I'll go first."
Jiang Wang didn't intend to stay longer, he cut off the old lady's words with two or three sentences, and walked out with the child along the mighty flow of people.
He held the child's hood with one hand in the pocket and one hand, and was a little lost in thought as he walked.
Ironically, he had been hoping that his father would be fine.
Even seeing the childhood version of himself being beaten up with his own eyes, this extravagant hope has not been extinguished.
Peng Jiahui is only in his early thirties now, if he can be a good person and find a stable job...
Jiang Wang took a deep breath and put this ridiculous thought behind him.
It was too late to be a father to myself when I was a child, and I was in a hurry to be a father to my own father, that's it.
The room in the guest house was extended for one more day, and Jiang Wang washed the child himself after taking a bath, and suddenly slapped his forehead.
"What's wrong!" Peng Xingwang looked alert!
"Cake... shit, forgot that."
Peng Xingwang looked up quickly as if he had a hallucination.
"I closed the stall early, so I'll buy it for you another day." Jiang Wang picked up his clothes and went out. Seeing that the child was still looking at him, he asked one more question: "I'm going to lay wallpaper in the new house. If you are afraid of being alone, you can follow me." Let's go together, but there's no TV there."
Peng Xingwang jumped off the bed and put on his shoes: "I finished my homework at school, I can help you!"
The tube building was pitch black, and an old man hunched over in a ventilated place to burn briquettes, and the smell was choking.
Jiang Wang didn't expect that there wasn't even a night light here, so he took Peng Xingwang's hand when he went upstairs.
The child shuddered and smiled brightly.
They turned on the lights in the new house. The house was dirty and hot, and the night wind outside was blowing in.
"I wanted to paint it, but even the most environmentally friendly paint is not good for children." Jiang Wang took the wallpaper tube out of the bag and explained to Peng Xingwang how to use it.
From the current point of view, the child is not tied to his lifeline, but don't take care of him enough to cause a serious illness such as leukemia.
The wallpaper needs to be pasted from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside. The smell of glue is not good. In addition, it is a summer night without air conditioning, and all the doors and windows around are open. Lighting two mosquito coils is not enough.
Jiang Wang stepped on the ladder and took care of himself. The child sensibly helped clean up the bottles and plastic bags left by the previous residents in the house. After collecting a large bag, he stepped on flip flops and threw it out.
When Peng Xingwang is in a good mood, he will sing loudly, half of which are various nursery rhymes taught in school music class, and the other half are messy commercial songs.
When the child ran away, the singing sound was like a kite pulling the string and drifting away. After a while, it circled back and then drifted out of the building.
Jiang Wang was brushing glue while listening to his out-of-key songs, and suddenly he didn't bother him anymore.
Children are always very noisy, and if they say a few words, they will make a headache like Xia Chan.
But the more I listened to it, the more I laughed, and my mood became better.
The singing floated up from the second floor, and suddenly stopped at the stairs on this floor, and there was no sound for a long time.
Jiang Wang put up the whole post and didn't hear the post, and didn't see the child come back, so he wiped the glue and went down the stairs to the door.
Won't she really be photographed by Hanako
I saw Peng Xingwang walking in front of Teacher Ji.
"Ha! Teacher, look, let me tell you!"
Jiang Wang blinked, and later realized what the landlord meant when he said 'many teachers also live here'.
He is now wearing a tattered apron, and there are wall dust on his shoulders and thighs, which is completely incompatible with the word decent.
"Mr. Jiang moved here too?" Teacher Ji laughed: "I'm on the fifth floor, what a coincidence."
The child cheered and chatted, picked up the broom and dustpan and ran to the bedroom.
Leaving the two of them facing each other at the door.
"Here... going to school is more convenient." Jiang Wang is not very good at talking alone with such people.
If he meets a ruffian, or a client's superior, he can do whatever he wants.
However, Mr. Ji is gentle and clear, not within his experience.
Teacher Ji first looked at the unfinished living room, held the book in one hand and helped him remove the unfinished poster with the other, casually said: "Smoking."
Jiang Wang suddenly felt guilty.
He rarely feels this way. How many years have passed since I graduated, yet standing in front of this person still looks like a student.
The man stepped forward to rush to work, touched his nose with his fingers stained with wall dust, and unconsciously painted his face.
"Smoking less, no addiction."
Teacher Ji hummed, and glanced at his yellowed knuckles.
Jiang Wang clapped his hands twice, and simply put his hands behind his back: "It's not that there are too many things to worry about recently..."
Teacher Ji laughed.
He smiled, as if he could forgive everything, but he was also watching everything.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"I just ate a bowl of fried noodles, and I'm not hungry."
"I stewed mushroom and chicken soup at noon, can I bring you a tube?"
Jiang Wang swallowed his saliva, and his rationality had already prepared an answer plan, "No, I accept it with my heart."
Then a villain popped up in my heart, saying that I really want to drink the soup made by the teacher.
In the next second, Peng Xingwang poked his head out from the bedroom: "What! Teacher, you can still make soup!! I'm so hungry!!!"
Jiang Wang turned his head and went back fiercely: "I didn't eat tonight!"
"I'm just hungry!!"
"Wait a moment." Teacher Ji waved his hand and went upstairs to give them hot soup.
Jiang Wang waited for Teacher Ji to leave before glaring at the child, who glared back: "If you don't drink, I'll drink two bowls!"
He was angry with himself again.
The size of the house is small, and the progress of wallpapering is fast.
Under the watchful eyes of Mr. Ji, the big and small washed their hands three times carefully, and then sat around and drank hot fresh chicken soup.
Mr. Ji's parents are both from the neighboring province, but he was assigned here after graduating from a normal school, where he stayed for six years.
In this day and age, promotions and transfers have to be based on relationships and gifts. He doesn't like to do this kind of thing, so he has never done it.
"And you?"
"I used to do business in Shenzhen." Jiang Wang drank the soup very slowly, and his voice became a little warmer when he held the bowl: "According to his mother's arrangement, he came to take care of Xingwang, and maybe open a shop later."
"By the way," he looked at him, his voice deliberately shaped casually: "Teacher, what's your name?"
"Linqiu, the two words that autumn is coming."
Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, thinking that the name sounds really nice.
After eating, the two tacitly went to wash the dishes, and sent Ji Linqiu to the stairs.
"I'll take him for a physical examination tomorrow, and he should be fine."
"Okay, thank you."
When we parted again, Jiang Wang was still thinking about this person.
It's obviously just a matter of duty, and he still wants to say thank you.
Peng Xingwang ran back to the house, first to see his new room.
"Brother! Why am I in the room of the little pink star!!"
Jiang forgets to hit the cockroach with the heel: "Because it's cheap."
Peng Xingwang ran to his room again: "But your room is dark blue!!"
"Then you change with me?"
Peng Xingwang looked aggrieved: "You clearly know that I dare not."
Jiang Wang finally looked at him: "Isn't pink pretty?"
"pretty."
Early the next morning, the two went to the city hospital for a physical examination on time.
Jiang Wang also hung up an account for himself, thinking that he was knocked fifty meters away, and a little internal injury would be very troublesome.
On weekends, the hospital was crowded with people, and there were children crying at the top of their lungs.
The summer heat outside made the skin burn, and the shade inside was filled with the smell of urine.
The pediatrician had a general understanding of the situation, and ordered Peng Xingwang to take a scale first, and then check the blood later.
"35 catties, so thin at the age of seven, obviously malnourished."
Jiang Wang frowned: "How many catties do I have to feed?"
The doctor thought to himself that you are not raising pigs, so can you pay attention to the way you speak.
"At least forty-two catties, it's okay to be a little fatter."
Peng Xingwang didn't wake up too much in the morning, and he couldn't hear their conversation clearly while standing on the weighing scale.
He could read and didn't recognize nutrition, and suddenly woke up from drowsiness after listening to it.
and many more! !
Brother, why did you bring me on the scale! !
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wang's words fell into the children's ears.
"... so thin, when do I have to feed it, just give me some meat, right?"
"You want to raise your child scientifically and don't mess around." The doctor was very helpless: "You can't just feed him meat, you have to give him calcium and zinc supplements. It's the time for growth. If you lose weight like this, your organ development will not be able to keep up."
"Understood, you can prescribe medicine, and I will supervise him to take it on time."
Jiang Wang never thought that he would have to learn how to fatten up children at such a young age, he sighed.
"Strive to reach the target at the end of the year, too thin is not enough."
The child's expression became terrified.
It turns out that big brother is not a human trafficker!
Brother, he wants to fatten me up and sell my organs! !