When Peng Xingwang first learned to pull the little star, the only two audience members in his family applauded enthusiastically at the same time.
"Good! Very good!" Jiang Wang praised vigorously: "The writing is correct and full of sounds, which is better than your writing!"
Peng Xingwang vaguely felt that this was not quite a compliment, but he bowed his bow heartily to express acceptance, and continued to complete the homework left by the teacher.
This child is different from other children. He is especially able to endure hardships and is also very patient.
After careful analysis, Jiang Wang probably had something to do with his previous family environment.
When Peng Jiahui was an alcoholic, he had a rough and direct personality. When children asked him questions for a long time, he would lose his temper, ranging from scolding to hitting his head.
But at that time, his mother left, and at that time he didn't even know how to wash his clothes, he accidentally put in too much washing powder, and his hands were full of bubbles no matter how he flushed, he didn't dare to ask his father what to do, but Can go to Yang Kai's house to cry.
Yang Kai went back with him secretly, took the basin full of clothes to his home and stirred them three times in the washing machine, and finally he was done.
This is the common memory of Jiang Wang and Peng Xingwang, and it is also a silent and hard pebble in their characters.
Numerous cobblestones are arranged and laid out, and finally form a road leading to the distance.
The road is long, but it hurts a little when walking barefoot.
Peng Xingwang no longer struggled with tedious housework, and his mind was devoted to Mathematical Olympiad problems and playing the violin. The teacher stipulated that he practiced for 60 minutes a day, and he ran to practice on time.
Then I practiced a little star for four days, until Jiang Wang's head was about to blow up.
He really didn't have trouble with this kid, anyone who listened to the radio single "Little Star" every day would be blown up.
"Can you change it to another one?" The man tried his best to be pleasant, so that Peng Xingwang would not be afraid of him.
The child became distressed: "I haven't mastered this song yet, the teacher asked me to practice more."
"And other things... I won't do it yet."
Ji Linqiu took Jiang Wang out in time, and every time after a meal, he dragged him out for a walk around the street, walking for an hour before going home to watch TV.
Jiang Wang originally had a little fat, but he was forced to lose weight and went back. While blowing the wind, he looked at the old men and women who were walking with him on the street, and felt puzzled.
"This kid... why is he so obsessed with playing the piano?"
Ji Linqiu casually changed the subject: "It's a good thing to have hobbies. It's hard to hear at first, but it will be fine after a year or two."
"No, what I mean is, why did he suddenly want to learn the violin?" Jiang Wang looked into his eyes and read something in a flash: "You know, right?"
Ji Linqiu leaned against the Western-style iron railing in the small garden on the street corner, folded his arms and smiled, "You want to know?"
Jiang Wang pondered carefully: "What kind of movie does their school show, and there is a violin in it?"
"Or there are friends in the class who are learning, so they follow suit?"
Ji Linqiu smiled and said, "You bark."
Jiang Wang:
Although dignity does not allow it, curiosity cannot be held back.
"... Wang."
Ji Linqiu was amused, and said with a smile: "There is a little girl in the class who can play the piano, and he wants to perform with her on New Year's Day."
"Also, even if he can't play together, if he goes to show off by himself, everyone will think that they are a good match."
Jiang Wang touched his chin, thinking that he was quite romantic when he was a child.
He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Rationally, Jiang Wang always knew that Peng Xingwang was not alone with him at this moment.
The soul is composed of thousands of tiny memories, and it is these memories that shape a person's true character outline.
Since they met, the frightened and flustered child has been constantly being rewritten by new experiences, becoming positive, cheerful, brave and bright.
Jiang Wang when he was a child and Peng Xingwang when he was a child are not the same child at all.
And the two adults in the future, even if they look very similar, are destined to be two people.
Although he has thought about it logically and rigorously many times, he still has subtle worries.
It wasn't until he realized that Peng Xingwang was chasing after girls he didn't even know that he really reacted.
Sensing Jiang Wang's momentary relief, Ji Linqiu asked, "What are you thinking?"
"My brother won't stay when he grows up," Jiang Wang sincerely expressed his blessing, "Let's see whose cabbage this little pig can win."
The two went home after walking, and bought two bunches of candied haws at the gate of the community.
Peng Xingwang was doing his homework, and when he saw them, he came out with a textbook: "I know it by heart, Brother Linqiu to sign it!"
As soon as the book was handed forward, I began to memorize it very consciously. Although the tone of voice was still plastic Mandarin, I recited it very quickly.
Ji Linqiu laughed when he heard it, and took a pen to sign the date and name next to the title of the text.
Jiang Wang waited for him to finish memorizing, borrowed the book, and read it.
Jiang Wang's English pronunciation is not pure, but it is much better than that of children, and he will pause deliberately.
The subwoofer read a few words casually, which made people feel itchy.
Ji Linqiu couldn't say anything in front of the children, and he couldn't bear to walk away, the tips of his ears turned red when he heard the second half.
After Jiang Wang finished reading a few lines of the text, he turned to look at Ji Linqiu: "Did you read it right?"
The latter was silent for a while: "...that's right."
In the future, it is time to take a few lessons separately.
Peng Xingwang took the textbook and said happily, "I'm going to watch TV!"
"That's right, I forgot to tell you something," Jiang Wang called to stop him: "Your mother wrote a letter earlier asking if she could come over for the New Year."
"I don't bring my younger sister or that uncle. She's the only one who comes over to celebrate the New Year."
Peng Xingwang was stunned for a moment, holding the book, he didn't know what to say.
"Is it because of me?" He smiled and said sensiblely: "No need, I'll celebrate the new year with my father, there's no need for my mother to come here."
Jiang Wang didn't expect him to evade, he thought the child would happily agree, shook his head and said, "It's not what you think."
"My mother is recovering and needs to be separated from her sister for a while, so that she can learn to be independent slowly. It just so happens that she can come and accompany us, just stay for a month."
"Don't you want to see her?"
Peng Xing looked at Ji Linqiu with an expression asking for help, and after a while he whispered: "I'm a little scared."
Ji Linqiu walked over to hug him: "I haven't seen my mother for a long time, do you feel uncomfortable?"
The child nodded, then shook his head, buried his face in Ji Linqiu's arms and stopped talking.
Jiang Wang's tone was a little anxious: "Don't you want to see mom?"
Ji Linqiu patted the child on the back, signaling Jiang Wang not to ask, took the book and notebook in one hand and brought Xing Wang back to the room, and did not come out for a long time.
Jiang Wang suddenly couldn't understand his young self, and he couldn't immediately ask Ji Linqiu why, so he could only go to the small garden to breathe.
He wants to smoke every time he feels tightness in his chest, but sometimes he touches the cigarette case, and he still wants to smoke.
Just put it back, and if you have agreed to quit smoking, you will continue to quit.
He wanted to see Du Wenjuan very much.
This has nothing to do with Peng Xingwang, it is his own feelings.
Before Jiang Wang returned to Hongcheng, he buried the switch of touching family affection in a desert-like blank state of mind.
Later, when I saw Peng Jiahui and Du Wenjuan again, I became acquainted with them little by little, and kept getting closer. It was like a person jumped into the desert again, diving to find the position of the switch.
I really want to touch it again. Feel it for a while.
He used to be most afraid of Chinese New Year.
Usually the company is very busy, and few family members come to visit.
When it comes to Chinese New Year, everyone suddenly has a home, and everyone will keep discussing their own New Year's Eve dinner, and worrying about whose house they should go to celebrate the New Year today.
Since working, he has been unable to participate in this topic, and he can't even remember whether he had a New Year's Eve dinner when he was a child.
But... But now I finally have a chance, Peng Xingwang, why do you avoid her
Jiang Wang dangled alone on the swing without even turning on the street lights, like a floating algae soaked in the dark.
Looking at the brightly lit street in the distance, he felt tightness in his chest again.
There was a sound from the fence, and Ji Linqiu pushed open the door and walked over, sitting on another swing.
"Miss my sister?"
Jiang Wang didn't speak, and said after a long time: "I'm actually more anxious than him."
"It's childish."
Ji Linqiu smiled, and followed his gaze to look into the distance.
"Do you know that when you were in Hongcheng, many people envied you."
"They think you are very capable and good at doing business, and they even take you as a topic of conversation during meals, and they can chat for a long time."
Jiang Wang didn't really want to hear this kind of comparison, and wanted to ask him not to talk further.
"But I felt at that time that you were very lonely."
He was stunned, as if he didn't hear what Ji Linqiu said.
"You... say it again?"
"When I saw you at that time, I always felt that you were very lonely." Ji Linqiu looked at him: "It's like standing alone in a bustling street, everyone comes and goes, thinking about shopping and picking clothes, tired of shopping Just go home."
"But you are standing in the middle of the street, not knowing what to buy or where to go back."
He hadn't started liking him then.
But it seems like meeting the same kind. When everyone is envious and admired, I just feel that this person is so lonely.
"It seems hypocritical to talk about this," Ji Linqiu said mockingly, "Maybe I'm thinking too much."
"However, Xingwang said that he really wants to see his mother, and is willing to celebrate the new year with her."
"He himself doesn't know what happened to him just now."
Jiang Wang was still stuck in the few words just now, frowning and trying to laugh, but he didn't.
"Is that how you see me?"
Ji Linqiu looked at him, raised his eyes and said, "Are you reading right?"
Jiang Wang left the swing and walked towards him, buried his face in his shoulder like a child, and didn't speak for a long time.
A moment of fragility was exposed, and it was placed carefully by trusted people to prevent it from being hurt.
"Teacher Ji, hold me for a while."
"I don't know why I'm sad."
They fell into the depths of the night wind, and the two of them stood and sat, not talking anymore.
It seems that everything has been said, everything is very clear.