Seeing that the balance of the bank card turned over two zeros, and a few more bets could turn it to six digits, Jiang Wang decided to take the child to buy some clothes.

He became famous in this town.

It stands to reason that the person who is about to have this huge sum of money is long overdue.

More than ten thousand yuan, in the provincial capital, you can buy a big house, buy a new car, and pay a little sponsorship fee to let your child enter a famous school.

Several people who are familiar with Jiang Wang also asked, why not take the child out to see the world.

The man touched the stubble and did not speak.

At the same time, the fast wind express quickly took root in the city, and two outlets were opened in the south city and the north city respectively. Not to mention the tracking record of the whole process, there will be three times compensation for lost valuables and damaged parts, and there is no sound. It has changed the living habits of the people in the city.

Is it too difficult to know, since the location is determined, the posters are all over the place, and the bus also specially painted the new ring road announcement.

“One day to the whole city, one week to the whole country!”

"The extreme low price starting from six yuan, the speedy freight you can't think of!"

"Are you still hanging a letter? Be trendy!"

For this reason, Jiang Wang bought a third-hand Xiali, and the guys with new recruits run around the city all day long. Buy breakfast and dinner.

However, no matter how busy you are, I remember to come back every once in a while to accompany my children to do homework.

Peng Xingwang is very satisfied: "Brother has not forgotten me, you are a good person."

Jiang Wang wanted to pinch off the idiom behind him.

The first step is to establish a running program for express outlets.

The company did not expect that this seemingly inconspicuous small city could have so many lists, and began to consider expanding a few more in nearby cities.

Jiang Wang was hesitant about whether or not to worry about the two lines at the same time. He drove the representative Liu to find a few places to visit, and wondered if there was a chance for fresh food to circulate in the province.

Cross-district traffic is transformed into cross-city inspection, and the time to go home is unexpectedly late.

I was driving the car in the direction of home when the pouring rain slammed down.

Jiang Wang held the steering wheel firmly, frowned and said nothing.

Representative Liu has become familiar with him these days, and was vaguely puzzled, but he didn't ask much.

Why are you in a bad mood when you turn your head?

Representative Liu was pondering, Jiang Wang had already sighed with his head on his hands.

"It's over," he murmured, "there is a child at home, so you must not bring an umbrella when you go out."

Have an umbrella at home?

Jiang Wang got up at 5 am to run business today, the three spare batteries in his bag have been used up, and the phone can't be turned on right now.

He prayed a few words in his heart. Once the traffic light passed, he still turned the steering wheel neatly. He gave priority to returning the business partner to the hotel, turned his head and stepped on the accelerator to go home.

The headlights pierced through the twilight, and he seemed to be walking through the snow alone, and the heavy rain was reflected in the smoke.

It looks like a mature man's romance, but his stomach is so hungry that he can't be intoxicated.

I drank with the grandchildren at noon, and ate a fart.

Jiang Wang parked his car and rushed back to Tongzilou against the rain, and glanced up as he approached.

Bad, black light.

I hope the child knows to borrow an umbrella from the teacher. The water heater was installed yesterday, and it blows after a bath.

Two or three steps to the third floor, the door opened and the house was empty.

The strange thing is that the windows are closed, and the balcony clothes are all taken back and neatly folded.

Jiang Wang looked back in the dark living room, thinking that this child would not have the cheek to run into the teacher's house.

He has excellent eyesight, and in the rainy night when he can't see his fingers, he can vaguely see a stack of paper slips at the door.

Jiang Wang walked over to turn on the light to get the strip, and there was a line of words written crookedly on it.

Brother, I went to 501 Hezi teacher Jia.

The word season is so wide apart that he barely recognized it after reading it twice.

The man found a towel and hurriedly wiped his face, then closed the door and went to pick up his childhood version of himself.

But walking up, my heart is a little empty.

The nature is equivalent to visiting the teacher in the evening, sorry.

Be as careful as you were before entering the teacher's office as a child.

The door knocked restrained twice, and a sound came after a while.

"Who?"

"Jiang Wang, Peng Xingwang his brother." The man pursed his lower lip: "Excuse me, I'll take him home."

The door opened quickly, and you could see the beige walls and the wet season of autumn.

Mr. Ji had just taken a hot bath, the black hair that was tucked behind her ears fell to her temples, and her body was still steaming in the warm yellow light like a setting sun.

In the patio, the cold rain fell, and the other side of the door was dry and warm, making people want to go in.

Ji Linqiu wiped her wet hair and said, "Come in, Mr. Jiang has worked hard."

The young man was wearing a light gray solid color T-shirt, with small dark patches of water dripping from the tip of his hair on his shoulders, making him appear softer inexplicably.

Jiang Wang hesitated.

Maybe it's because he is a little afraid to enter such a private and warm space of others, not to mention the good teacher who has respected for many years in his heart.

It may also be that he has never seen a teacher in such a relaxed state.

Children always look up to their teachers in a somewhat holy way.

Writing on a blackboard with silver hooks and iron paintings, her expression is serious and calm, and her clothes are as neat as never wrinkled.

It won't be this wet, steamy young man after all.

At this moment, he looked at this twenty-six-year-old Ji Linqiu again from the perspective of twenty-seven years old. The iris and the light and shadow in his memory both overlapped and staggered.

Ji Linqiu didn't notice the other party's scrutiny, and looked down with a sigh: "Your shoes are soaking wet, is it raining?"

Jiang Wang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Well, I won't go in, so as not to wet your carpet. Peng Xingwang should be okay?"

"He will finish his homework in a while, so take off your shoes and socks first," Ji Linqiu pointed to the shoe rack at the door: "Come in and sit, and I'll pour you a cup of hot tea."

Jiang Wang suddenly felt a little hot on his face.

He understands the sticky, long-lost freshness of the stinky child.

The man carefully took off his wet shoes and socks, and walked into a strange house like a child going on an adventure.

The dark brown plush carpet is very soft to step on, sore feet will easily sink in, and you can relax after a few steps.

He controlled himself not to look around, but there was a horse head wine glass where he looked up.

The white bone feels very real, not like a fake made of plastic.

The small living room is surprisingly stylish.

There is no TV in the living room, the small pine coffee table is placed in the center of the pure white round blanket, and the fluffy pillows are scattered in the corner, which is suitable for sitting and leaning.

Beer presses the half-finished "Ten Days Talk", with a red leaf pinned to the title page.

A pair of rings fell in the horse skull cup, Jiang Wang was embarrassed to take a closer look.

Two steps further in, there was a snake-faced sanxian placed in the corner.

The ground is blue and white with python pattern, looking old and beautiful.

"The students gave it when I volunteered," Ji Linqiu brought hot tea over, the glass was very old: "I have been studying for four months, and I can barely play half a horse."

"It's amazing," Jiang Wang stood very cautiously, he didn't dare to lean against the wall casually, he still remembered to say thank you, "Teacher has great taste."

He remembered the business and lowered his head to explain the reason.

"I've been running a business for the past two days. I just came back from the suburbs of Dongcheng, and I didn't have time to meet the stars. I'm sorry."

"He's very clever," Ji Linqiu laughed, motioning for Jiang Wang to sit down for a while: "I saw a cloudy day in the afternoon, and before it rained, he ran to ask me, if it rained, would you like to come back together? Home, he brought an umbrella."

Jiang Wang coughed, looking at the novel on the low table to change the subject.

"Is this book good? I'll buy one later."

He hasn't read much since graduating from junior high school, but he still wants to be a cultural person in front of his teacher.

Pretty much.

Ji Linqiu smiled: "Don't look, it's quite yellow."

Jiang Wang wondered if I looked like a pure lover, raised his eyebrows to express his interest, thought of something, and asked tentatively.

"Mr. Ji's house is very warm, did my girlfriend clean up?"

Ji Linqiu shook his head, entered the room and asked Peng Xing to look out.

Jiang Wang put down the teacup and got up and found that the child had fallen asleep on the desk.

The man gently slapped the juvenile version of himself up and hugged him, and the child slept until the snot bubbles came out, still holding a pen in his hand.

Ji Linqiu helped to pack up the schoolbag and homework, and took the key to the third floor.

Jiang Wang put the child on the bed and covered the quilt, and went out again for the autumn season.

"Mr. Ji," he smiled apologetically: "I'll invite you back to dinner, thank you very much."

"Small things, if you are too busy in the future, you can let Xing Wang come over. He has always been very good."

Jiang Wang paused for breath, not quite used to being called a nickname in person.

Ji Linqiu subconsciously wanted to avoid physical contact and waved goodbye.

Jiang Wang didn't think much, closed the door and went back to change Peng Xingwang's pajamas.

The child has long been sitting upright and looking energetic.

"Are you awake?"

"I woke up as soon as I got out of bed!" Peng Xingwang raised his hand and said, "The teacher took me to eat his fried custard, and also invited me to drink yogurt!"

“…Got it.”

"Brother, have you eaten yet, remember to blow your hair when it's raining!"

"Got it."

Jiang Wang helped him change into his pajamas, touched the child's hair again to make sure it was dry, and said with a sigh of relief, "Go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow."

The child was nestled next to the pillow and held a pillow in his arms, letting him help tuck the quilt.

"Brother, come closer, I will tell you a secret quietly."

Jiang Wang glanced at him: "You can't sleep."

"Come here."

The man leaned over to the child, and a whisper came from his ear.

"The teacher is so fragrant, like a gardenia."

Jiang Wang went back with no expression on his face: "Don't smell it, sleep."

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