Adoption relationship

At school, Xiang Weiding asked the head teacher of Class [-] to ask about Jiang Weitao's situation, but the head teacher said that Jiang Weitao hadn't asked for leave, and no one answered the phone at his home, so the head teacher didn't know the situation. Finally, he asked Weiding for the address of Jiang Weitao's home I called and decided to see it for myself.

This is the first time that Xiang Weiding took the initiative to find Jiang Weitao. He found Jiang Weitao's home according to the address in his hand. He knocked on the door for a long time but no one opened the door. Maybe no one was at home. Xiang Weiding was about to turn around and leave, but the door suddenly opened. The inside is open.

"Huh...it's you..." Jiang Weitao was very surprised. After being in touch for so long, although he could barely be regarded as a friend, he also knew that Xiang Weiding never cared about anything other than Zhang Jianan. But I am still qualified to let Xiang Weiding make a special trip.

Xiang Weiding frowned slightly. If it wasn't for the person in front of him speaking, he couldn't be sure that this person would be Jiang Weitao. His clothes were crumpled and stuck to his body, his whole body was dirty and messy, and his face was a little pale. Terrible, no better than beggars in the street.Without waiting for Jiang Weitao's invitation, Xiang Weiding went straight in, then his expression changed slightly, and his brows frowned even tighter.

Jiang Weitao's house is at least twice the size of the house bought by Zhang Jian'an, and the decoration is obviously much more upscale, but at this time, the house is just like Jiang Weitao's image, dirty and messy, with messy things thrown everywhere on the floor , there was a strange smell in the air, the special smell of burning paper, and a strong sour smell coming from the pile of debris on the floor, and a faint smell coming from some moldy food bags. There is a rotten smell. There is a portrait of a woman's head on the high cabinet that can be seen when entering the door. She is in her 30s, painted with makeup, and looks quite gorgeous. The woman in the photo is smiling subtly.

"This is my mother." Jiang Weitao stood beside Xiang Weiding, with a half-smile, half-cry expression on his face, and said, "She died, and the hospital notified me after two days that she died in a car accident. All five people in a car got drunk and crashed into the road barrier, two people died, and the other three are still lying in the hospital..."

Xiang Weiding listened quietly, without comfort, let alone sympathy.

"She is a woman with a bad reputation, and she is not a good mother. She is always away from home for three days, but...she is my mother, and she is the only one in the world who can take care of me and support me. Very bad... Now that she is dead, no one will care about me anymore... That man used to take money to support us, because no matter how much he didn't like me, he didn't want to admit the son my mother gave him, he There is only one son like me..." Jiang Weitao said slowly, and then said with a bit of resentment: "A few months ago, I heard that his wife was pregnant, and the test showed a boy, so he drew a line with us..."

"My mother is gone, and that man won't care about me, what will I do in the future..." Jiang Weitao murmured, but he asked himself more.

Xiang Weiding was not good at comforting others, and he never planned to do so. He looked at Jiang Weitao quietly, and after a few minutes of silence, he suddenly said to Jiang Weitao, "He asked about you in the morning and thought we There was a fight, let me come and see you."

"I said, why did you come to me? Uncle Zhang said...Look at me? What can I do...My mother is dead...I will be the only one in this world from now on..." Jiang Weitao said in a low voice He smiled lowly, and at the end he began to choke up. He looked like a unicorn who had lost his support, and every part of his body exuded deep sadness and despair.

Sympathy is a luxury for Xiang Weiding. Seeing Jiang Weitao crying so sadly, Xiang Weiding still has no sympathy in his heart. In his eyes, Jiang Weitao’s 14-year life is better than his 11-year-old. I don’t know where his happiness is. , have food and shelter, have a family, and a mother, but they are more looked down upon by others, but... since they can live well, what is the look down upon?

Standing in the living room of Jiang Weitao's house, Xiang Weiding folded his arms and watched Jiang Weitao from choking to crying, and finally began to howl and cry...Xiang Weiding counted the time in his heart, waiting for Jiang Weitao to cry When it was almost done, he asked lightly, "Are you going to play at my house today?"

Jiang Weitao raised his tear-stained face, froze for a few seconds, and repeated loudly: "My mother is dead..."

"Well, I know." Xiang Weiding nodded.

"You...you...my mother is dead. As a friend, you have no consolation...do you still treat me as a friend?" Jiang Weitao shook his lips and pointed at Weiding, looking very angry .

Facing Jiang Weitao's accusation, Xiang Weiding shrugged innocently, as if he didn't understand what going to his house had to do with this matter, so he asked casually, "Are you going or not?"

Jiang Weitao stood up, and rushed towards Weiding with red eyes, as if he wanted to jump up and fight Xiang Weiding, but he stopped immediately, gritted his teeth, he knew he couldn't beat him, and hated him so much He began to grind his teeth, and then said fiercely: "Go, why don't you go, wait for me to change clothes." He still knew that he would not be able to meet anyone when he went out, the moment he turned around, tears welled up in Jiang Weitao's eyes again, happily It dripped down the cheeks, but the expression was smiling.

"Hurry up, it's so late, maybe he'll have all the meals ready when he comes home." Xiang Weiding looked at the time and urged him.

Jiang Weitao spun around the room looking for clothes, grabbed one, looked at it, it was dirty, threw it away, picked up another one, found it wasn’t dirty, smelled it, “uh…” it stinks, threw it away, it was hard He found a pair of clothes that were neither too dirty nor too smelly. He just started to change, when he heard Xiang Weiding's words, he cursed in his heart: Why are you urging me? It's not a starving ghost...

Thinking about it, Jiang Weitao chuckled again. When we first met, he never thought that when he faced Xiang Weiding, this situation would appear today, and he could get along like a real friend.Looking back on the past, the self who shrank his head and brain all day in his memory began to become distant and blurred... Jiang Weitao clenched his fists hard, and the self who was so useless before has come here. Now even without his mother, he must still be able to live well go down.Looking in the direction of the living room, he said to himself, what are you afraid of, he is not alone, at least he has friends.

When the two arrived home, Zhang Jian'an had already prepared the meal, and they both waited for a while. Seeing that Jiang Weitao's expression was not good, Zhang Jian'an asked about his situation with concern. When he just lost his father, Ai Wu and Wu Xia felt distressed and pity for Jiang Weitao in their hearts. After a while of comfort, Zhang Jian'an served Jiang Weitao with food while persuading him to eat more, and directly turned to the side who started to give off air-conditioning. Vidin was temporarily ignored.