Adoption relationship

"Happy New Year." Zhang Jianan smiled and said to the two children who were still lying on the window sill and looking out.

Xiang Weiding walked up to Zhang Jianan, raised his head slightly, looked deeply at Zhang Jianan, and slowly replied, "Happy New Year."

"Here." Zhang Jian'an smiled contentedly, and took out a red envelope and put it in Xiang Weiding's hand. He was also a child once, and what he looks forward to most during the New Year is the lucky money.

Jiang Weitao leaned on the window sill and watched the interaction between the two, his face was trying to show indifference, and his eyes were full of longing. In the past, his mother might not be at home even during the Chinese New Year. No one had ever watched the Spring Festival Gala with him, never People told him Happy New Year, Jiang Weitao stared at the happy red envelope in Xiang Weiding's hand, he never got it...

"Come here." Zhang Jianan beckoned to Jiang Weitao, and the child came over foolishly. Zhang Jianan repeated, "Happy New Year."

"...Happy New Year." Jiang Weitao instinctively replied.

Zhang Jian'an smiled, and stuffed another red envelope that he had prepared earlier into Jiang Weitao's hand.

Jiang Weitao was a little at a loss, no matter how much he likes this family, he also understands that he is an outsider, and Jiang Weitao is even a little panicked when faced with the small red bag the size of a palm that should be lucky money. Yes, he tried to give it back to Zhang Jianan, but declined: "Uncle Zhang, no need, I don't need this..." In fact, he really wanted it, the first one in his life, and maybe the only one...

"Here, this is given by the elders, you must take it, you know?" Zhang Jianan stuffed it into Jiang Weitao's hand, and then said with a smile: "My parents are watching you from birth, and they are eagerly looking forward to your growth. Watching you grow up, but at the same time they will hope that you will never grow up, always so carefree, happy, no longer grow up, and live a long life, hehe, uncle does not expect you to live a long life , and I don’t expect you to grow up to be very promising and make a lot of money, uncle hopes that you will be safe and well.”

The thing in his hand was very light, but his heart was very heavy. Jiang Weitao was almost out of breath. He bit his lip and his eyes were red. He saw that Zhang Jianan was speechless. He went back to the room and opened it. There were 660 six One yuan, probably what Zhang Jianan said was smooth and smooth. This is the first lucky money he got. Jiang Weitao kept it carefully and told himself that no matter what kind of situation he encountered in the future, he would never give it away. use up.

During the Spring Festival, the three people who have no relatives in Bingqing usually stay at home and watch TV. During this major holiday, even the martial arts school is closed. Until the eighth day, Zhang Jianan started to work, and some teachers from the martial arts school came back Well, men big and small have things to do, and this Spring Festival has basically been announced to be over at this point.

When school started, the two children took up their schoolbags and went to school to be good students. Jiang Weitao's personality became more and more cheerful, and he gradually possessed the vitality of a boy of this age, but Xiang Weiding had always been so cold. After getting along for a long time, Jiang Weitao became more Knowing how to deal with Xiang Weiding more and more, as long as he is a good baby in front of Zhang Jianan and wins the favor of his parents, Zhang Jianan's words often make Xiang Weiding, who is about to repair himself, immediately stop him.

Seeing that Jiang Weitao and Zhang Jian'an got along well, Xiang Weiding, who had a sense of crisis, started to chase away people. He asked Jiang Weitao to go back to his house as soon as possible several times and stop staying at their house.But Jiang Weitao nodded in agreement every time, and refused to mention moving away in front of Zhang Jianan. He hated Weiding more and more and had an impulse—wanted to beat Jiang Weitao violently, and even killed and destroyed the corpse directly...

In March of Yangchun, young leaves appear on the branches, the willows turn green, and the buds emerge from the branches of the peach tree. Everything in the world grows vigorously. The 14-year-old boy looks almost the same every day, and the contours of the face gradually fade away. It was clearly carved, like the crops in the field, looking at one thing every day, and comparing it in a month or two, it turned out to be another, and it suddenly increased a lot inadvertently.

After school that day, Xiang Weiding and Jiang Weitao came out of the teaching building. Just as they walked to the school gate, they saw a black car parked outside with the windows rolled up. A middle-aged man was smoking in the driver's seat. The middle-aged man had a complex expression, Jiang Weitao stopped in his tracks the moment he saw the middle-aged man, with a dumbfounded expression.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Weiding asked.

Jiang Weitao was awakened by Xiang Weiding's voice, he looked back and said with an unnatural expression: "It's nothing, let's go home!"

At this time, the middle-aged man threw the cigarette out of the window and waved to Jiang Weitao. Seeing that Jiang Weitao came over without obeying him, he said with a gloomy expression, "Weitao, come here."

Xiang Weiding looked at the middle-aged man, feeling a little displeased. The man seemed to be giving orders, and his movements and expressions showed no respect. He asked Jiang Weitao, "Who is that man?"

"...I don't know you." Jiang Weitao replied with his head down.

"Oh, then let's go." Jiang Weitao didn't answer, and Xiang Weiding didn't force it, his curiosity was never serious.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the middle-aged man finally didn't sit still in the car, opened the car door, approached Jiang Weitao quickly, and pulled him back. A trace of anger flashed across his face, but was quickly hidden by the man. He tried his best to speak in a gentle tone. : "What's wrong with you kid, are you still having trouble with your father?"

Awkward?It has been more than half a year since my mother died. This man never thought of caring about how a child like Jiang Weitao lives. Now he ran out and said that he was making trouble?

Jiang Weitao wanted to laugh, but he felt sad and couldn't laugh. He tried his best to break away from the man's hand and shouted, "You are not my father."

Jiang Weitao's voice attracted the attention of passers-by. The middle-aged man's expression changed a few times, and he said in a low voice, "Dad has been looking for you at home two or three times, but he couldn't find anyone, so he came to school to wait for you today. Don't make trouble with me here, just quietly and listen to me."

"There's nothing to say." Jiang Weitao refused, and then pulled Xiang Weiding to leave.

"Don't you just want to stay at your classmate's house like this for the rest of your life? Living at your classmate's house for free? Why do they support you?" The middle-aged man said with the corners of his mouth, as if everything was under his control.

Jiang Weitao paused, and looked between the two of them. He was very unhappy with Jiang Weitao staying at home, but now he was even more unhappy with this man, so he gave the middle-aged man a cold look and said: "We Family matters, don’t let outsiders care about them.”

"Your name is Xiang Weiding, right?" The middle-aged man took out a cigarette, lit it again, took a puff, and said calmly, "Your biological father is called Xiang Dong. , your current guardian is Zhang Jianan, who was also the victim who was severely stabbed by your father Xiangdong and almost died, am I right?"

If Xiang Weiding was just upset just now, he is really angry now. He half-closed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and said, "Have you investigated?" This matter is not everyone in Huacheng. I know, and no one in Stone Qing City knows.