Chapter 369 Soybeans
Xiaoqi’s classmates responded to his wave.
Some parents also looked at this side.
Jiang Yang looked in the direction of their beckoning, and nodded towards the parents.
Although he didn't know what Xiaoqi was thinking, Jiang Yang quite understood this behavior. He would bring out his wife from time to time, some of them are the imprint of his existence in this world, and some of them are Xiaoqi's courage without fear of the world.
The teacher didn't find it strange either. Jiang Yang looked young, and the teacher thought he was the child's uncle or something. She looked at them and said, "Xiaoqi's family, right? I need to have a good talk with you."
In the past, it was his grandparents who picked up Xiaoqi. The two old people doted on their grandson and spoke with an accent, which made it difficult for them to communicate. Now the teacher has finally caught two people who can communicate and probably can listen to them.
"Well-"
Zhou Hao originally wanted to leave, but he took off his sunglasses when he heard this, "Say it."
The teacher looked left and right, then flashed to the side, "Xiaoqi told his classmates every day at school that his father, Monkey King, was very good at playing."
"ah?"
Zhou Hao was taken aback.
The teacher looked at Xiao Qi, but still didn't know what to say, so he called Zhou Hao to the side.
It is the first semester of the first grade, and the school has just started.
When she was in school, Su Mei had communicated with the teacher about the death of Xiaoqi’s father. The teacher usually pays attention to this when it comes to topics such as father, but she gradually discovered that Xiaoqi has been showing off his father playing games among his classmates. sharp.
Nowadays, there are not a few of these children who play games. Xiao Qi said so and gained some friends. But this kind of lie is like a balloon that gets bigger and bigger. When it bursts, the sound is very scary.
While Zhou Hao was communicating with the teacher, Jiang Yang and Xiao Qi stood there.
Parents arrive one after another, pick up their children, hold hands, and leave...
They can hear the words of the child acting like a baby to the parents, and they can hear the promise of the father to take the child to eat.
Occasionally, some parents would take a look at their nondescript pair. Xiao Qi stood upright, as if catching a dinosaur, planning to sell it.
There is a stone pier next to the school gate to isolate vehicles.
Jiang Yang sat on the stone pier next to him, making a diligent dinosaur.
He understands Xiaoqi quite well. When he first arrived at school, he especially liked to emphasize "I have amnesia". He told the teacher that I had amnesia, and told his classmates that I had amnesia.
He felt that in this way, he had put a layer of protection on himself.
The teacher also takes care of him when he can study and take exams; when I communicate with my classmates, if I talk about my childhood memories, celebrities who are no longer popular, and classic TV series that are no longer broadcast, I can also say that I have amnesia.
When others mentioned Li Yu, he probably used "I lost my memory".
Jiang Yang is very grateful to those classmates who took good care of him because he lost his memory because of a sentence.
Lying is like saying that you are sick. Sometimes it is just to protect yourself and cover up some fragility.
The number of classmates gradually decreased, and Xiao Qi became less supportive.
He leaned against the stone pier next to him, turned his head to look at Zhou Hao who couldn't help but nod his head, and suddenly said: "My father, Monkey King, is really powerful."
Jiang Yang looked at him.
The setting sun fell on half of his immature face, Jiang Yang was in a daze for a while, really thought he saw himself.
"I believe."
He took out two lollipops, "Do you want to eat?"
Xiao Qi took one.
"My dad likes candy too."
Jiang Yang said when he opened the candy wrapper that his father wanted to quit smoking at first, but he failed to quit smoking, and instead got a habit of eating candy.
Zhou Hao finally finished communicating with the teacher.
He bid farewell to the teacher and walked over, patted Xiaoqi's head, and said to Jiang Yang, "Let's go."
They walked slowly towards the parking lot.
Xiao Qi walked in front with his schoolbag on his back, while Jiang Yang and Zhou Hao walked behind.
The setting sun scattered under the shadow of the trees, dragging their shadows for a long time. After a moment of silence, Zhou Hao suddenly said: "Jiang Yang, you are also very good at playing Cao Cao, Xiao Qi, tell your classmates more about it in the future." Your Uncle Jiang is amazing."
Xiaoqi continued to walk forward with his schoolbag on his back.
Zhou Hao: "Uncle Jiang is a rare recruit, a big star—"
Jiang Yang smiled, and Ren Zhouhao went to talk.
He felt useless.
He is just a dinosaur, he can save face, but he can't fill the gap that his father lacks.
actually.
The saddest thing is thinking about every moment of him after losing a loved one.
When a classmate's father picks up his classmate from school; when a classmate talks about the gift his father bought him; when a classmate talks about where his father took him to play; when a classmate is acting like a baby to his father; When the eye socket.
Monkey King in the game account—
This is the only place a six-year-old can talk about Dad.
Bereavement is a long process.
Long until he no longer has any color in his own life.
And in this process, I always think of them inadvertently.
A lollipop, a slingshot, and when my wife asked, "Why is your account password a combination of a mobile phone number and your name's acronym that you have never seen before?", within a second, it would be red. eye sockets.
yes!
Why do you still remember this mobile phone number that has no involvement in this life?
Jiang Yang once called that phone number, and an aunt answered the phone.
Auntie was full of anger at the time, "Hey, who is that!?"
"Sorry, wrong number."
Jiang Yang hung up the phone.
But sometimes, it's really tempting to call that number. When I was still alive; when the Chinese New Year fireworks exploded in the sky; when I had a girlfriend; when I got married; when I called my current father to say Happy Father’s Day—
Sometimes I know that the person I am looking forward to will not pick up, but I still can't help calling.
"Sorry, wrong number."
"Sorry, wrong number."
"Baby, pay me the phone bill, I don't need money to answer the phone."
"Baby, if you don't want to hang it, just hang it up..."
…
Gradually, Big Mom no longer asks "Who is that", and no longer thinks that the silent phone call is a prank.
She became calmer, and sometimes chatted a few words, "I ate yellow rice at noon", "My little one and my wife are going to work", "I dreamed of my old man yesterday", "The young man in the village rides a motorcycle and calls a car. Hit, baby, you have to watch the car"...
"Master Jiang—"
Zhou Hao turned his head to greet Jiang Yang.
"Um."
Jiang Yang stopped.
They arrived outside the parking lot, Zhou Hao: "I'll take you back to the company first."
Jiang Yang looked at the sign at the intersection, "No need. You can take Xiaoqi to find his grandparents. After such a long delay, if you don't take Xiaoqi there, they should be worried. I'll take a taxi back."
"OK!"
Zhou Hao promised: "Slow down on the road, print the invoice, the company will reimburse you!"
Zhou Hao is rare and generous.
Jiang Yang made an "OK" gesture.
He walked towards the intersection, stopped at the intersection, took out his mobile phone, and pressed the string of numbers. This number was almost engraved deep in Jiang Yang's soul, and he could never forget it, because many of his passwords, even the bank The card PIN is taken from it.
But in this world, this string of numbers has nothing to do with him.
The call log will pop up.
He hasn't called this number for a long time, and the last time he was fired was on the subway.
He now presses dial.
The phone went through.
The mobile phone was put aside, the aunt was beating the beans, and there was a bang bang, she said that she was old and couldn't move it anymore, and the soybeans were not good, there were no beans, it was because there was no farming in the village now, and she could do it if she wanted to. No way, the adjacent land is abandoned, and the grass has spread to her small piece of land. The grass is taller than a person, and I can't clean it up even if I want to. Naturally, the beans I planted will not grow tall.
Jiang Yang remained silent.
He walked some distance along the road.
It was getting dark, and after the aunt had nothing to talk about, he hung up the phone.
"Huh."
Jiang Yang looked up at the ginkgo leaves that were blown yellow by the wind, feeling better, he waved for a car, and after getting in the car, he called Han Xiaoxiao: "The mobile phone advertisement is next, I have a creative idea here." Yes, I'll give it to you tomorrow morning, remember to ask Zhou Hao to meet the client."
He hung up the phone.
(end of this chapter)