Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"Brother Zhaomou." Seeing the man, Ji Lianhuo hurriedly stood up, lowering his eyes, trying to hide the excitement in his eyes.

Wang Zhaomou was silent for a moment, guessing the purpose of Ji Lianhuo coming from school.

It's not a holiday, nor is there any special day. The biggest possibility is that he was wronged at school, or the living environment changed, which made him unable to adapt for a while.

Ji Lianhuo stood there nervously. He wanted to leave at the door of the bedroom last night, but for some reason, he sat in front of the bedroom door, leaning against the door, as if he could hear the breathing of the person inside when he was in a light sleep. , Listen, listen, it's dawn when I open my eyes again.

Did you scare Brother Zhaomou just now?

Will Brother Zhaomou get angry and come here from school alone?

This shouldn't be counted as skipping school...

Ji Lianhuo lowered his head and saw the pair of black high-end leather shoes passing by his side.

"How was school?" Wang Zhaomou went downstairs with his coffee and checked the time on his watch.

"Very good." Ji Lianhuo hurriedly followed the man, listening carefully to Wang Zhaomou's tone.

Brother Zhaomou didn't seem to be angry with himself.

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and followed closely behind the man, smelling the faint and refreshing fragrance, accompanied by the mellow aroma of coffee, which was clean and exciting.

Wang Zhaomou had some headaches. It wasn't because he was wronged at school, but because of the environment. Naturally, the environment at school was not as good as at home, but if Ji Lianhuo had to go back and forth all day long, that wasn't a solution.

Wang Zhaomou stopped, and was bumped by the young man on the back. Wang Zhaomou turned his head, only to realize that the young man was following him very closely.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Zhaomou!" Ji Lianhuo's face flushed immediately, just at that moment, he could almost smell the breath from the man's neck, which was warm and had a special fragrance, and in a trance, he seemed to have A little bit of sweetness that penetrates the bottom of my heart.

"It's okay." Wang Zhaomou stood up straight, and passed the hand with the wrist watch, motioning Ji Lianhuo to check the time.

Ji Lianhuo stared at the back of the man's white hand stupidly. His fingers were long and slender, and his nails were clean and round, with a light pink color, which was extremely beautiful.

"It's still half an hour before you go to school." Wang Zhaomou stopped, held the coffee cup in his hand, and walked in front.

"I'll call your homeroom teacher to ask for leave. If you miss a class of early self-study, you have breakfast here, and I'll ask the driver to drive you there."

Ji Lianhuo listened to the man's opening and arranged the next thing, nodded in a daze and responded, "Okay."

Mrs. Cheng in the restaurant was preparing breakfast, while Ji Dabao was put in the baby walker, dozing off with his head tilted.

Children's bodies are too sleepy, and they have to sleep more than ten hours a day to be energetic.

Ji Dabao has been working hard to learn to speak for the past two days. He didn’t know that he hadn’t developed well before, and it was difficult to make accurate vocalizations. He could only make "babble" and other vague sounds. I feel that I will be able to surprise my uncle and Wang Zhaomou soon after the previous "Ba".

"Sister-in-law Cheng." Hearing Wang Zhaomou's voice, Ji Dabao immediately pricked up his ears, trying to make himself stunned.

"Lian Huo is here, prepare a breakfast for him."

Ji Dabao was taken aback, and turned his head to look, only to see his uncle came back from school at some point, standing not far behind Wang Zhaomou, staring at the man's back.

When Wang Zhaomou turned around, the younger uncle's eyes immediately raised, with a little restraint, and his ears turned red.

Gee.

"Dabao, look who's here?" Mrs. Cheng took a break from her busy schedule to tease Ji Dabao. Ji Dabao looked at Ji Lianhuo very face-to-face, said "Yahah" in surprise, and raised his two little hands.

It was only then that Ji Lianhuo noticed the big Ji Dabao next to him. He hadn't seen him for two days. Ji Dabao had an extra blue baby walker with a few small toys hanging on it.

Ji Lianhuo stepped forward to hug Ji Dabao, and Ji Dabao leaned against Ji Lianhuo with eyes full of happiness, with an appearance of "I'm very obedient, I'm very good".

Ji Lianhuo sat in his seat, glanced at Ji Dabao's beautiful walker, and said apologetically.

"Brother Zhaomou, I've cost you again."

Wang Zhaomou picked up today's newspaper, glanced at the information on it, listened to Ji Lianhuo's words, and turned his face to look at one big and one small.

Looking at Ji Dabao, Wang Zhaomou was silent for two seconds, handed the newspaper to Ji Lianhuo, and pointed to a piece of news on it.

"Three-year-old girl won the prize in the International Painting Competition." Ji Lianhuo read out the news headline carefully, and after a moment of reaction, he subconsciously looked at the cub in his arms.

Ji Dabao met his uncle's gaze and blinked innocently.

what am I doing?

I can't even smooth my fingers now!

After looking at Ji Dabao for a moment, Ji Lianhuo looked up a little embarrassed.

"Brother Zhaomou, Dabao may not have such a talent..."

"I don't care if he's talented or not." Wang Zhaomou took a sip of coffee steadily, his voice slow.

"Have you noticed that Dabao's development is far behind that of his peers?"

Ji Lianhuo rarely saw other one-year-old children, but since Brother Zhaomou said so, Dabao's development must be inferior to children of the same age.

Seeing the boy's confident expression, Wang Zhaomou continued to speak slowly.

"The weight and height can be adjusted slowly, but the development of intelligence must be done as soon as possible."

"What is...intelligence development?" Ji Lianhuo looked confused.

"Zero to three years old is the golden period for children's intellectual development." Wang Zhaomou patiently explained, "For example, some things you learn very quickly when you are young, but when you are older, you will be unable to do what you want."

Ji Lianhuo fell into deep thought. His English listening is not good because he learned it too late. If Dabao started to contact it when he was a child, he would definitely be better than himself.

Seeing that the young man did not refute, Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly.

"I'm going to find an intellectual development teacher for Dabao to help Dabao learn more, what do you think?"

Ji Lianhuo hesitated a little, "Brother Zhaomou, if you hire a teacher, will the price be very high?"

"You don't have to think about this." Wang Zhaomou watched Mrs. Cheng bring breakfast, took the lotus seed porridge on the tray, put it in front of Ji Lianhuo with his own hands, looked down at the young man, and said in a gentle tone.

"OK?"

Ji Lianhuo looked at the porridge bowl in front of him, and when he raised his head, he met the eyes behind the glasses.

Brother Zhaomou is looking at me.

"Okay..." Ji Lianhuo heard his trembling ending.

Wang Zhaomou smiled, raised his hand and pushed his glasses, "You are Dabao's guardian, and you may need to sign a contract when you come back this weekend."

"I'll sign." Ji Lianhuo responded immediately.

Ji Dabao was sitting in his uncle's arms in a daze, not knowing why he was mentally retarded, but his uncle still believed in it, and the two of you talked about each other, and you still have to hire an intelligence development teacher for yourself?

What a joke!

Ji Dabao deeply remembered that not long after he entered Leng's house, he had his IQ tested.

A score of 120 or above is excellent, and a score of 140 or above is very excellent. I tested myself with a score of 146. Is it a genius?

Ji Dabao looked at the two people who had started to eat breakfast, secretly rolled his eyes, propped his face with one hand, and secretly made up his mind.

Just wait, I'm going to show off my high IQ and blow your jaws off!

I want you to regret the idea of ​​doubting my IQ!

After breakfast, Wang Zhaomou took Ji Lianhuo into the car and asked the driver to drive to Sucheng No. [-] Middle School and send Ji Lianhuo back to school.

Seeing Ji Lianhuo turning his head three times a step at a time, Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to support his forehead, saw Ji Lianhuo entered the teaching building, thought for a moment, got off the car and walked into the school.

"Mr. Wang!" The head teacher was very pleasantly surprised when he saw Wang Zhaomou. "The school has received your donation. We are already sorting out the list of the first batch of poor students, and it will be in your hands soon!"

"I'm not here this time for this matter." Wang Zhaomou smiled politely, looked around the office, and found no other teachers.

"It's time to go to class." The head teacher moved the chair enthusiastically, "Mr. Wang, the conditions are not good, please sit down."

Wang Zhaomou thanked him and sat opposite the head teacher with a correct posture.

"I'm here because of Ji Lianhuo."

"Did something happen?" The head teacher tried to recall the events of the past two days, "Ji Lianhuo is a student who studies very hard and never takes the initiative to cause trouble. He is usually taciturn and doesn't talk much."

taciturn?

Wang Zhaomou recalled the appearance of a young man with dark eyes and a mouthful of "Brother Zhaomou", and it seemed that he was not averse to talking.

"That's it." Wang Zhaomou ignored this detail, "I was going to support Ji Lianhuo all the time, but because of a series of things that happened before, he couldn't immediately focus on his studies."

"Understood." The head teacher nodded repeatedly.

Even myself, it is difficult to get out of it when encountering so many things all of a sudden.

"So I ask you to pay more attention to him." Wang Zhaomou said in a gentle tone, "You are so troublesome, I will treat you to dinner when you are free."

"This..." The head teacher just wanted to say that it was inconvenient, so he only listened to the other side to add.

"As a friend."

The homeroom teacher was taken aback, looking at the gentle and elegant young master of the Wang family in front of him, and thinking about the status of the Wang family in Sioux City, he couldn't help but feel excited in his heart.

A friend of the president of the Wang Group?

Speaking of this identity is enough to brag about half my life!

"Should be, should be." The head teacher smiled like a flower, "Ji Lian Huoben is a student I am particularly optimistic about. If you say that, I will pay more attention to it."

Wang Zhaomou smiled gently, got up and exchanged greetings with the class teacher, and walked out of the office before the end of the first class.

The homeroom teacher enthusiastically sent Wang Zhaomou to the school gate. The two hadn't said goodbye politely, but heard rustling sounds not far away, accompanied by the muffled landing.

The head teacher and Wang Zhaomou both walked over, only to see a student stepping on another student's shoulder, struggling to climb over the school wall, and complaining.

"Made, I'm going to bed late without a bicycle. The first class is almost over, and I must have been discovered by the Mediterranean Sea!"

Wang Zhaomou tried his best to control himself, not to look at the head of the head teacher next to him.

The class teacher recognized the person who was climbing the school wall at a glance. He was the thorn in his own class.

After sending Wang Zhaomou to the car, the head teacher ran to the school wall without saying a word, looked at Zhao Da who just jumped in, and showed a slightly ferocious smile.

At the end of the second class in the morning, Ji Lianhuo was looking at the biology book in the gap between the big classes, and the students next to him were chatting with each other in a loud voice.

"Do you know? Zhao Da climbed over the wall to go to the Internet cafe last night."

"Doesn't he go there often? Old Ban doesn't care about him anymore."

"I heard from them that when Zhao Da came back over the wall today, he was caught by the old class and invited his parents!"

"His father beat him up in the office, and the old class couldn't even pull him away. He was screaming so badly."

The voices of several students suddenly fell silent. Ji Lianhuo looked up and saw Zhao Da, whose face was bruised and purple, walked into the classroom. His eyes were red, as if he had just cried. Pretending, walked out of the classroom without looking back.

A man with a livid complexion, wearing a black down jacket, stood like a rakshasa at the door of the class, watching Zhao Da pass by, and in front of other students, he slapped his son on the back of the head and kicked Zhao Da's hind legs kick.

Zhao Da was kicked and staggered a few steps forward, with tears streaming from his eyes, without saying anything stubborn, he walked ahead and left the teaching building.

The classroom was silent for a long time.

"Zhao Da's father is too ruthless, he said it without slapping people in the face."

"No wonder Zhao Da is so rebellious. You can't teach children to fight all the time, right?"

"But if I climb over the wall and go out to play games in the middle of the night, my mother will definitely beat me up."

Ji Lianhuo was silent for a long time, then looked down at the biology book again, and what Wang Zhaomou involuntarily came up in his mind was the first sentence he asked after seeing him.

"How was school?"

Brother Zhaomou didn't blame himself, but cared about his situation at school.

Was he worried... that he was wronged at school, so he asked this question?

Ji Lianhuo felt sweet in his heart, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, looked at the biology book in front of him, and smiled.

At the end of the self-study that night, Ji Lianhuo originally wanted to take the paper back to the dormitory and do another set of biology questions, but for some reason, his hands and feet seemed to be disobedient, and he went to the position where he climbed over the wall yesterday.

Ji Lianhuo looked up at the night sky, the moonlight was bright and white, and the scattered stars in the sky were arranged in a special charm.

Thinking of bumping into brother Zhaomou's back today and smelling the breath on his neck, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but blush, and involuntarily took two steps back, facing the school wall in front of him.

"Oh! Who then?"

The light of the flashlight suddenly shone, Ji Lianhuo's mind flickered, and he subconsciously wanted to speed up. The head teacher ran over from the side, grabbed the boy's shoulders, and frowned.

No wonder Young Master Wang specially told himself today to take care of Ji Lianhuo.

"Ji Lianhuo, what are you trying to do?" The teacher in charge looked full of hatred, "Do you know how rare your chance to go to school is now!"

Ji Lianhuo's energy loosened.

Yes, Brother Zhaomou sent himself to school because he hoped that he would go to school well.

Seeing the young man lower his eyes, the class teacher sighed, "Okay, go back to the dormitory, fortunately I am alone today, if you are found by the principal and the director, you must make a demerit!"

Holding the paper in his hand, Ji Lianhuo went back to the dormitory step by step, sat down on his bed with his head down, feeling empty in his heart.

When it was time to turn off the lights, the lights in the dormitory were automatically turned off. Ji Lianhuo sat alone in the dark, and when he looked up, he could see the moonlight outside the window.

In the vast dark night, when encountering such a clear and bright light, how could one look away.

When Luo Wuyi woke up in the morning, he found Ji Lianhuo sitting on the bed, looking at the cleanliness of the bedding, as if he hadn't slept last night.

"Brother Lianhuo, are you okay?" Luo Wuyi rubbed his nose, only to see Ji Lianhuo turned his head slowly, his gaze still so indifferent.

"Okay." Luo Wuyi went to wash up by himself, then looked at Ji Lianhuo, washed up as if nothing happened, went to class, did papers, but couldn't sleep at night, everything else was as usual.

For two or three days in a row, Luo Wuyi clearly saw black and blue under Ji Lianhuo's eyes, and his spirit seemed to have become worse.

This situation was so weird that Luo Wuyi couldn't hold it back, and went into the office with the paper in his hand, and told the story intentionally or unintentionally by letting the old class give a lecture.

The homeroom teacher listened and chatted with Ji Lianhuo, but early the next morning, Luo Wuyi saw Ji Lianhuo who was getting more and more black.

It seemed that Ji Lianhuo was in a better mood because he was going home in the afternoon. Luo Wu watched helplessly. 10 minutes before the end of the last class in the afternoon, Ji Lianhuo silently packed his schoolbag and waited until the bell rang , the wind is the first to rush out of the classroom.

As soon as Ji Lianhuo's first week of campus life ended, Wang Zhaomou received a call from the head teacher, and he talked for half an hour, but he summed it up in one sentence.

The child has some psychological problems.

Wang Zhaomou was originally skeptical about this matter, after all, Ji Lianhuo was someone he had never seen before, but when he saw the young man when he returned home in the afternoon, Wang Zhaomou couldn't help but be shocked from the bottom of his heart.

Ji Lianhuo's eyes were black and blue, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time, holding Ji Dabao absent-mindedly, his whole body was inexplicably haggard.

When he was still selling fruit before, he was not in such a bad state.

"Brother Zhaomou!" Ji Lianhuo's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the man coming back. If there was a tail behind him, it would have been turned into a propeller.

Wang Zhaomou took off his coat and walked to the dining table, looked down at the young man, raised his hand and gently wiped Ji Lianhuo's eyes with his index finger.

"Zhao, brother Zhaomou?" Ji Lianhuo was shocked by the sudden intimacy, his heart was beating wildly.

"I thought you had eye makeup on." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, and brought up the topic easily, "Have you not slept well recently?"

"Yes, a little." Ji Lianhuo raised his hand and tried to wipe the bruises under his eyes, as if he could wipe them clean.

"Why?" Wang Zhaomou stood in front of Ji Lianhuo, propping up the table with one hand, leaning over to look at the boy's red eye sockets.

"I, I..." Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou who was approaching him, his voice became smaller and smaller, blood continued to flow up, and his face turned red in an instant.

"Ah?" Ji Dabao also looked at his uncle curiously. As far as he knew, before returning to Leng's house, his uncle had always slept very well. He could fall asleep in the bridge hole and on the street. Why did he still suffer from insomnia at school? up?

"I..." Ji Lianhuo was at a loss, but he didn't dare to say a word. When he heard his nephew's voice in a trance, he immediately thought of the answer.

"I miss Dabao so much!" Ji Lianhuo firmly lifted Ji Dabao in his arms, as if holding a shield, and looked straight at the man in front of him.

"I really miss him so much."