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Chapter 369 Soybeans

Chapter 369 Soybeans

Xiaoqi's classmates responded to his wave.

Some parents also looked this way.

Jiang Yang looked in the direction of their waving hands and nodded towards the parents.

Although he didn't know what Xiao Qi was thinking, Jiang Yang quite understood this behavior. He would move out of his wife from time to time. Some of them were the mark of his existence in this world, and some of them were Xiao Qi's courage to fear the world.

The teacher didn't find it strange. Jiang Yang looked young. The teacher thought he was the child's uncle or something. She looked at them: "Xiao Qi's family, right? I have to have a good talk with you."

In the past, Xiaoqi was picked up and dropped off by his grandparents. The two old people doted on their grandson and spoke with accents, making communication difficult. Now the teacher finally found two people who communicated with each other, and they were probably able to listen.

"Well--"

Zhou Hao originally wanted to leave, but after hearing this, he took off his sunglasses and said, "You say."

The teacher looked around and stepped aside, "Xiao Qi tells his classmates at school every day that his father, Sun Wukong, is great at playing."

"ah?"

Zhou Hao was stunned.

The teacher looked at Xiao Qi and still didn't know what to say, so he called Zhou Hao to the side.

It's the first semester of first grade now, and school has just started.

When she was in school, Su Mei had communicated with her teacher about the death of Xiaoqi's father. The teacher usually paid attention to this when talking about dads and other topics, but she gradually discovered that Xiaoqi had been showing off his father's gaming among his classmates.

sharp.

Nowadays, many of these children play games. Xiaoqi said this and gained some friends. But this kind of lie is like a balloon that gets blown up 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, receive their children, hold hands, and leave...

They can hear the children's coquettish words to their parents, and they can hear their father's promise to take the children to delicious food.

Occasionally, some parents would take a look at their nondescript pair. Xiaoqi stood straight up, as if he had caught a dinosaur and planned 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, acting like a diligent dinosaur.

He understood Xiaoqi quite well. When he first arrived at school, he especially liked to emphasize "I have lost my memory". He told the teacher that I had lost his memory and told his classmates that he had lost his memory. Sometimes he wished that the aunt in the cafeteria also knew that he had lost his memory.

He felt that this gave him a layer of protection.

The teacher also took care of him as much as he could in his studies and exams. When interacting with his classmates on a daily basis, he talked about childhood memories, celebrities who were not popular, and classic TV series that were no longer broadcast. It could be said that I had lost my memory.

When others mentioned Li Yu, he probably also used "I have 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.

Lies are just like saying you are sick. Sometimes they are simply to protect yourself and cover up some vulnerabilities.

The number of classmates gradually decreased, and Xiaoqi became less independent.

He leaned against the stone pier next to him, turned to look at Zhou Hao who couldn't help but nod, and suddenly said: "My father, Sun Wukong, is really powerful."

Jiang Yang looked at him.

The setting sun fell on half of his young face, and Jiang Yang was in a trance for a while, really thinking he saw himself.

"I believe."

He took out two lollipops and asked, "Would you like to eat them?"

Xiaoqi took one.

"My dad also likes candy."

When Jiang Yang opened the candy wrapper, he said that his father initially wanted to quit smoking, but instead of quitting, he developed a habit of eating sweets.

Zhou Hao finally finished communicating with the teacher.

He said goodbye to the teacher, walked over, touched Xiaoqi's head, and said to Jiang Yang, "Let's go."

They walked slowly toward the parking lot.

Xiao Qi walked in front with his schoolbag on his back, and Jiang Yang and Zhou Hao walked behind.

The setting sun scattered under the shadow of the trees, dragging their shadows very long. Zhou Hao was silent for a while and suddenly said: "Jiang Yang, you and Cao Cao are pretty good at playing, right? Xiaoqi, please tell classmate Qi more in the future."

Your Uncle Jiang is so awesome."

Xiaoqi continued to walk forward carrying his schoolbag.

Zhou Hao: "Uncle Jiang is very rare, a big star——"

Jiang Yang smiled and let Zhouhao go and talk.

He felt it was useless.

He is just a dinosaur, he can save face, but cannot fill the gap that his father is missing.

Many people feel that the saddest moment when they lose a loved one is the moment they lose them.

actually.

The saddest thing is thinking about him every moment after losing his loved one.

When the classmate's father picks up the classmate from school; when the classmate talks about the gift his father bought him; when the classmate talks about where his father takes him to play; when the classmate acts coquettishly to his father; when others celebrate Father's Day, but can only blush silently

When the eyes.

Sun Wukong in the game account——

This is the only place a six-year-old child can talk about his father.

Losing a loved one is a long process.

It is considered lost only when it is so long that he no longer has any color in his life.

And in the process, I will always think of them inadvertently.

A lollipop, a slingshot, and when my wife asked, "Why is your account password a set of unseen mobile phone numbers and the pinyin abbreviation of your name?" In less than a second, he became famous.

Eye sockets.

yes!

Why do you still remember this mobile phone number that has nothing to do with it in this life?

Jiang Yang once called that phone number, and the person who answered the phone was an aunt.

The aunt was very angry at that time, "Hey, who are you talking about!?"

"Sorry, wrong number."

Jiang Yang hung up the phone.

But sometimes, I really want to call this number. When I am still alive; when the Spring Festival fireworks explode in the sky; when I have a girlfriend; when I get married; when I call my current father to say

Happy Father's Day——

Sometimes I know that the person I am expecting will not pick up, but I still can’t help but call.

"Sorry, wrong number."

"Sorry, wrong number."

"Son, please pay me the phone bill. I answer the phone for free."

"Baby, if you don't want to hang up, just hang up..."



Slowly, the aunt stopped asking "Who are you talking to?" and no longer thought the silent phone calls were pranks.

She became calmer, and sometimes she would say something like, "I had yellow rice for lunch," "My youngest and my wife went to work," "I dreamed about my old man yesterday," "The young man in the village rode a motorcycle to hail a taxi.

It’s been hit, baby, you have to look at the car”…

"Master Jiang——"

Zhou Hao turned around and greeted 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 and said, "No need. You take Xiaoqi to find his grandparents. It's taking so long. 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 and make an invoice, and the company will reimburse you!"

It is rare for Zhou Hao to be 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 in the depths of Jiang Yang's soul, and he could never forget it, because many of his passwords were even used by banks.

The card password is taken from it.

But in this world, this number has nothing to do with him.

The call history pops up.

He hasn't called this number for a long time. The last time he called this number was on the subway when he was fired.

He pressed dial now.

The call went through.

The mobile phone was put aside, and the aunt was beating beans. She made a bang bang sound, saying that she was old and couldn't do it anymore. The soybeans were not good. There were no beans. It was because no one in the village was farming anymore. She wanted to farm.

No, the adjacent land was abandoned, and the grass spread to her small piece of land. The grass was taller than a person, and she couldn't clean it up even if she wanted to. Naturally, the beans she planted couldn't grow taller.

Jiang Yang remained silent.

He walked along the road for some distance.

It was getting dark and the aunt had nothing to talk about, so he hung up the phone.

"call."

Jiang Yang looked up at the ginkgo leaves that were turning yellow in the wind, and his mood improved. He waved to a car, and after getting in the car, he called Han Xiaoxiao: "Let's go ahead with the mobile phone advertisement. I have creative ideas here."

I’ll give it to you tomorrow morning, remember to ask Zhou Hao to meet the client.”

He hung up the phone.

(End of chapter)


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