[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

sunny day (9)

On the 28th of the new year, the third grade of senior high school is finally on vacation.

When returning home in the afternoon, Jiang Wuyan took Xu Yan to the vegetable market for a walk. At this time, many hawkers had returned to their hometowns. Only some local vegetable farmers or those who could not go back were still insisting on earning more money for their families during the Chinese New Year. money.

Jiang Wuyan picked some vegetables that were not easy to perish and planned to go home to store them, and Xu Yan carried the packed bags in his hands next.

Seeing his tiredness, Jiang Wuyan said worriedly, "You go upstairs to rest first, I can do these things by myself."

"No teacher, let me do it." Xu Yan waved his hand, raised his head and yawned. The high-intensity study these days made him very tired, and he wished he could fall asleep on the spot, but he still held on. It's done.

Although he said he was fine, Jiang Wuyan was still worried, "Give me half, and we will buy these."

"This is not enough food. When the 31st arrives, there may be someone selling vegetables on the third day of the new year. Save more." Xu Yan patted his chest and promised, "Teacher, don't worry, I'm strong and I can do it."

"That's all." Jiang Wuyan insisted, "I'll buy some more tomorrow. There should be some people in the morning on 29th. If it doesn't work here, I'll just go to the supermarket and I have something to buy."

Xu Yan continued to refute his strong body, but Jiang Wuyan couldn't help it, so he could only give up and go home with the teacher aggrieved.

Teacher Jiang went home and made him soup to drink, which barely calmed his fragile heart.

There were really few people on the 29th, and almost all the vegetable sellers were sold out, so there was no way to make more choices. The two had no choice but to make up for the quality. The uncle of the vegetable seller saw that they bought a lot, and he wanted to go home early, so he simply lowered the price Sold them all in bulk.

When they went back, both of them had big and small bags in their hands, before they had time to clean up, and before Xu Yan's butt was hot, Jiang Wuyan dragged him out again.

This time I was going to the mall, and some bosses who were dying wanted to take advantage of the big rush to boost their profits, so they didn't close their doors, which wasted their annual leave.

Jiang Wuyan looked at several of them, and finally decided on two long padded jackets in one of the brand stores. He pressed the padded jackets and gestured to Xu Yan, and he stopped when he was satisfied. You have to practice waving your hands and refusing.

Jiang Wuyan explained to him, "It's not for you, we have enough clothes, so we don't need to buy any more."

He said he wrapped up two pieces of clothes, and then went to the supermarket on the fourth floor to buy a lot of food, drink, and even some household items, and put them together.

Xu Yan couldn't figure out what he was going to do, so he could only follow behind him, carrying things in a daze.

Jiang Wuyan didn't give any further explanations. After buying what he needed to buy, he took Xu Yan by car to his former home.

More than a month ago, this was the former home of Xu Yan and his father, and now there is only a lonely little old man living in it.

Jiang Wuyan took classmate Xu's hand and went to the door to put down the things he bought. He asked softly, "Do you want to say a few words?"

Xu Yan shook his head, trying to avoid his hand for the first time.

"Then write a few words, just write something." Jiang Wuyan took out the prepared paper and pen from his pocket, and stuffed them into Xu Yan's trembling hands.

"I... don't know what to write." Xu Yan whispered.

Jiang Wuyan patted his head, "Anything is fine, as long as it is written by you, your father will definitely recognize it."

"I can't face him..."

"Sooner or later we have to face it." Teacher Jiang held his hand, conveying his strength in this way, "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

"Then..." Obviously it wasn't a warm hand, and both of them were frozen to death by the cold wind, but Xu Yan stopped shaking, and wrote the words "Happy New Year" on the paper, and then Fold it up and put it in the packaging of the cotton coat.

After he put it away, Jiang Wuyan took out another letter from his pocket, this time it was already sealed and stuck in the crack of the door, after making sure that he could see it when he opened the door, he knocked hard on the door, feeling guilty again Generally left.

The people in the room heard the voice and came out quickly, and it was only a month and a half since he hadn't seen him. He lost weight quickly, and his body was no longer swollen, probably because he borrowed wine.

Jiang Wuyan and Xu Yan hid in the shadows. From this angle, father Xu picked up the letter to check, opened two bags of clothes, and finally found the words of congratulation written by his son.

He read the four simple words over and over again, held them in the palm of his hand for a while, and shouted his son's name to the surroundings, "Xu Yan!"

He yelled three times, "Xu Yan" yelled in all directions, but no one answered him, and waited for a long time at the same place, and after confirming that there would be no response, he took his things and went back to the house lonely.

And his son Xu Yan was covering his mouth in the shadows, trying not to cry out.

"If you want to go back, you can go back, and you have to eat the New Year's Eve dinner with your family." Jiang Wuyan patted his head.

"The teacher is also a family member. I will eat with the teacher." Xu Yan lowered his head and hugged him, his heart aching.

Maybe now is not the time, Jiang Wuyan no longer insisted, and took him home.

On New Year's Eve, two people and a dog surrounded the TV to make dumplings. Jiang Wuyan prepared two kinds of fillings in advance. The dough was rolled by Xu Yan.

The small dumplings were round and boiled in the water, and then floated up side by side, like a net of fragrance, Jiang Wuyan gave Xu Yansheng a bowl first, and asked him to try a bowl.

The dumplings are all thin-skinned, thick-filled, and full of juice. There is no reason why they are not delicious. Xu Yan's mouth was full of oil, and Jiang Wuyan hurriedly reminded him, "Slow down, slow down."

The mouth is full of fragrance, but after eating, there is a sudden "crack" and a hard object is bitten out.

Xu Yan quickly let go and peeled it off to see that it was a coin.

"Good luck, I just put one away, but I didn't expect it to be eaten by you." Jiang Wuyan put down his chopsticks and went to get something under the bed in the bedroom and came back, telling Xu Yan, "Whoever eats this will get a prize, you are lucky." OK, here you go."

What he was holding was a well-packed guitar. Xu Yan took it apart and looked at it. The instrument inside exuded a nice woody fragrance, and every string was exquisite and just right.

"Give it to me?" Xu Yan pointed to himself, he didn't believe in luck, he knew that this was Jiang Wuyan's usual style, and he just wanted to find an excuse to give him a gift.

"I remember one time when I took shelter from the rain, you hummed quite nicely. You should have talent in this area. It happened to be cleared at the end of the year, so I bought it."

There are not many shops that a dedicated people's teacher can go to on a whim one day, Xu Yan no longer shirks, and accepts in surprise.

"I have all the instruments, what tune do you play? How about two to cheer you up?" Jiang Wuyan wiped his hands and sat beside him.

"I... haven't done it." Xu Yan was a little restrained.

"Anything is fine, even a cappella, I want to hear you sing."

"Then..." Xu Yan took out the guitar hesitantly, and held it in his hands like a folk singer on TV. After much deliberation, he finally ordered the track, "I'll sing for you, little star." Sing a nursery rhyme .

Jiang Wuyan nodded, watching him casually pluck a few strings, the tune picked up naturally,

twinkle Twinkle Little Star,

The sky is full of little stars.

Hanging in the sky to shine light,

Like many small eyes.

Lively performances on TV, the sound of boiling water in the kitchen, the sound of firecrackers outside, the sound of the guitar, and the clear voice of a teenager.

After singing, his eyes were firmly fixed on Jiang Wuyan, and the light in his pupils flickered like two little stars.

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I want to eat dumplings