river bank, river bank

At five in the morning, Jiang An woke up.

A beam of sunlight penetrates through the gaps in the heavy curtains, passes through the glass, pierces the air, and a small angular light block appears on the white wall.

He turned his head and stared, motionless, gradually feeling his slow, undulating breathing and heartbeat.

Amidst the crisp birdsong, he sat up. He drew the curtains and opened the window, and the white sky seemed like a glass of milk had been spilled.

He habitually eats a piece of toast and half a cup of coffee after waking up to replenish some energy and go to the gym first.

The fitness room is on the third floor, and you will pass Baisan's room on the way.

While drinking coffee, Jiang An thought casually, it was still too early, and the children would take about an hour and a half to get up, and then lie down under the quilt for half an hour.

Turn over, roll over, moaning and chirping enough to get up, and then slowly get up.

If I had a dream last night, no matter whether it is good or bad, whether I can remember it or not, I will lie on the bed for a while in a daze, probably to struggle with the three questions of life.

Then the time will be longer.

This time is enough for him to make breakfast for the children.An egg a day, a glass of milk, small buns stuffed with bean paste on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays, and small buns stuffed with purple potato on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.

After eating a piece of toast, Jiang An raised his eyes and looked at the electronic calendar hanging on the wall.

Saturday.

As usual, he took out a semi-finished bun and waited for it to be heated.Then go to the gym and start with a slow walk first.

About three days ago, the children who liked to watch his fitness suddenly stopped coming.

Jiang An was thinking, frowning slightly, looking at the light blue air outside the floor-to-ceiling windows from a distance.He is not slow on his feet, he calculates the time, and switches to jogging on time, his body and mind are already separated, they are in the same time and space and alone.

When the light golden morning light shrouded the clouds, he took off his boxing gloves and finished his morning fitness. Thin layers of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, and a large area of ​​his clothes was wet.

The mood is stable and the spirit is relaxed.

Three days ago, when the kid was here, he stopped doing this kind of intense fitness program, picked it up again, and felt comfortable.

However, it’s also good to just do some gentle exercise.

About to leave the fitness room, he looked at all the heavy machines, and suddenly had a direction in the matter of the kid running away.

It is time to prepare some sports equipment suitable for children, such as bowling balls, basketball machines, and balance beams. The colors should be bright, soft, and cute.

If we start making arrangements now, we should be able to arrive in the afternoon, and in two days at the latest, the child will come back obediently by himself.

Small bubbles bubbled up in the pot, and the two eggs touched each other in the water, separated a little, and then reunited in the middle.

Jiang An stood in front of the cooking counter and called his personal assistant, the corners of his peaceful lips slightly raised.

In the gap, he raised his hand and fiddled with the small red berries. The leaves shook and he nudged his fingers.

After preparing breakfast, he sat at the table, and when the last line of the financial newspaper came into his eyes, the child rubbed his eyes and went downstairs, with a white and fat little milk dog stuck to his feet.

Jiang An closed the newspaper, paused with his fingers, calmly looked away, lowered his head and cut a piece of curry sausage, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

No matter how many times you see it, there is some discomfort in the face of this scene, especially facilitated by your own short-sightedness and ignorance.

The first thing the child does when he goes downstairs is to move the small stool, step on it, and turn his back to him to take the puppy dog ​​food on the top of the cabinet, and prepare breakfast for the puppy.

Jiang An watched all this as usual, slowly finished half a curry sausage, took a tissue to wipe the corners of his lips, and made a decision at this moment to move up the dog food for puppies tonight.

There will always be children who are not tall and can't do anything with the help of other things, and need help from others.

It wasn't until the milk dog happily plunged into the pet bowl that the kid lingeringly sat down at the table, with a muffled, nasal sound and a drawn-out tone.

"Good morning--"

Doesn't look very energetic.

I didn't sleep well last night, I didn't solve the problem, I was worried about my height, I didn't want to eat...

Jiang An nodded to him, and instantly sorted out various possible negative reasons in his mind, and finally ticked 'I don't want to eat'.

is a bad habit.

The kid obviously knew it himself, puffed his cheeks, obediently picked up the little bun, and took a small bite. It didn't have any folds, and he could chew it for five or six minutes.

Jiang An murmured, put down the tableware, and said to adjust his mood, "I have something to do."

The child raised his head in a daze. The next second, the little bun fell into the plate. He suddenly put down the chopsticks and pushed the plate away. He sat upright with a serious expression, "Say, I'm listening carefully."

An expression of 'it's very impolite to eat buns when listening to other people's speech'.

Jiang An pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at the wall clock out of the corner of his eye. There were 54 minutes left, enough to coax the children to finish their breakfast. He frowned, "New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow."

"Ah-"

The child looked at him in a daze, and pursed his lips, "Is it here so soon..."

Jiang An nodded slightly.

The kid let out an "oh", lying on the table weakly, sticking out a finger hidden in his cuff, and pushed the plate with the buns a little farther away, as if refusing.

He turned his head and muttered to the puppy squatting on the cotton mop, "I don't like New Year's Eve at all."

"……"I heard.

The child was lying in his arms with his head hanging hopelessly, as if there was a dark cloud above his head, and it was raining alone.He looked over, frowned deeply, blinked his eyes, flattened his mouth, and said weakly: "Don't talk anymore."

After finishing speaking, he squatted on the small chair, hugging his arms, moved around in place, facing the back of the chair, with the back of his dark head facing the river bank.

It really grew into a little mushroom.

Jiang An couldn't help laughing, and answered him, "I won't tell."

After a while, the kid turned around slowly, with half of his face still buried in the crook of his arms, his head drooped, his mouth flattened, and he looked at him without blinking, as much aggrieved as he wanted.

"New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow... what's wrong?"

Jiang An didn't speak, he stretched out his arms and pushed back the little bun who had pushed him far away and didn't want to see him at a glance.

"Mr. Jiang..." The child looked like he was about to cry, like a rabbit that was forcibly fed with vegetable leaves.

Jiang An was in a good mood and drank half a cup of coffee, helped the children peel off the white and tender boiled eggs, handed them over, and reminded them at the same time.

"Don't forget to drink the milk."

The kid who had finished his breakfast smoothly spread out on the chair, looked up at the ceiling with his small face, his mouth was slightly open, and he still had a half-circle beard. He was breathing heavily, wanting to cry without tears.Sad, wronged, heartbroken, dare not speak, looking at the river bank pitifully, hiccupping.

With a smile on Jiang An's lips, he raised his hand towards the child. The child obediently walked over, changed his place, and collapsed on the sofa. I don't know when he developed the habit, Jiang An thought while rubbing the child's soft belly.

"On New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, you go home with me to celebrate the New Year."

Today's children made an appointment with their former classmates to go to the book bar to review together. Coincidentally, it was downstairs in Jiang'an Company.

After getting out of the car, he checked the children's schoolbags.

A big red apple, a big pear and a big orange to share with good friends, two bottles of pudding, a can of Wangzai milk, a bag of marshmallows, and three chocolate bars.

Jiang An thought for a while, then took out a bottle of water from the trunk, stuffed it into the child's bulging schoolbag, "Go."

"Ok!"

The child grabbed the shoulder strap of the schoolbag, turned his head, and stretched out his tightly held hand in front of him. With sound effects, he suddenly stretched out with a sound of "beep", and there was a strawberry-flavored jellybean lying in the palm of his hand.

Jiang An smiled, and received it in his hand, as if anytime, anywhere, a child could take out a candy from his small pocket.

Before leaving, he cut off the phone call from his secretary, the corners of his lips slightly curved, "Do you want to kiss?"

As soon as the words were finished, two sweet dimples appeared on the child's cheeks. When he noticed it, he suddenly raised his hand to cover it, his eyes flickered, and he looked left and right looking at the underground parking lot.

"Don't do it, someone will pass by."

Jiang An took his hand and went to the hidden place behind the car, "Just a kiss."

"No, no," the child shook his head and slammed into his arms, whispering, "Let's go back and kiss again."

Before the bell rang again, Jiang An deftly cut off the phone in his trouser pocket, smiled and stroked the child's soft hair.

"Then go back and kiss."

The kid nodded, nervously clutching the shoulder strap of the schoolbag with one hand, and rubbing his nose with the other hand, faltering, "But, but, I can give you a hug first."

The kid is small, soft, and when you get close, you can smell the smell of milk and candy. When Jiang An leaned down to hug him, he was thinking casually.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the child biting his lower lip, nervously looking around to see if anyone was passing by, he smiled and pressed his head into his arms, and whispered a reminder in his ear.

"There are corporate buildings nearby. It's almost 09:30, and the employees are already at work, so no one will pass by."

The kid who was curled up in his arms suddenly raised his head, blinked his bright eyes, and asked softly, "Really?"

Jiang An gave a low "hmm".

In the next second, the child tried to stand on tiptoe.

With a smack, he kissed him on the cheek.

As soon as you touch it, the child turns around and slips away quickly with the small schoolbag on his back, the sound and the wind.

"See you tonight!"

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