Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

For several days in a row, after Wang Zhaomou got off work from the company, the driver would park the car at the gate of the driving school, wait for Ji Lianhuo to come out, and go home together.

The coach sent Ji Lianhuo a blue book that included the test questions of Subject [-] and Subject [-]. Ji Lianhuo read it for a few days before taking the test of Subject [-]. He passed the test easily and got full marks.

Soon after the first subject, there was the second subject exam. Wang Zhaomou didn't go to see it, but according to the coach, he passed it all at once.

Ji Lianhuo started to practice the content of subject three. The coach kept praising in front of Wang Zhaomou, saying that Ji Lianhuo learned everything quickly, whether it was adding or subtracting gears, or overtaking and making a U-turn. He was a student he had taught. Here, the most gifted.

Now that Wang Zhaomou heard these words, he only smiled slightly.

In the training ground, Ji Lianhuo was covered with heat and a faint smell of gasoline.

The coach car is the most common Jetta. It is the hottest time in July. Ji Lianhuo practiced the car for a few hours. The car was steaming under the sun, and it was still too hot with the windows open. The coach couldn't bear the heat , Go to the canteen to enjoy the shade.

When the coach came, he kindly bought Ji Lianhuo a popsicle. Ji Lianhuo's lips were so dry that they were about to peel, but he pursed his lips and shook his head.

The coach thought that Ji Lianhuo was embarrassed, and after pushing him back and forth several times, he realized that the kid was really resistant.

He persisted until there was enough time for driving practice today, Ji Lianhuo got out of the coach car, stood at the gate of the driving school, looked at the Bentley car parked in the shade, shook his sweat-soaked clothes vigorously, and watched the people in the car waving , immediately ran over and got into the car.

Ji Lianhuo tried his best to stay away from the man beside him, and he didn't dare to lean his back against the car, for fear of getting the inside of the car dirty.

Wang Zhaomou looked at the sweaty young man next to him, took the tissue paper from the car, and handed it to Ji Lianhuo.

"Thank you Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo took the paper with both hands, and wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with some embarrassment.

The back row was full, full of the smell of sweat from the boy's body, and a kind of residual heat after being exposed to the sun.

Ji Lianhuo is like a moving heat source, sitting next to him will make people feel the heat radiating from his body.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand, and the knuckles of his index finger lightly touched the tip of his nose.

The boy's sweat smell is not unpleasant, after all, the weather is hot recently, and Ji Lian Huo Lianche also takes a bath every day.But there is always a faint smell, like lime smoothie in winter, or the aftertaste of a sparkling cocktail with ice. After Ji Lianhuo sweats, it will become much stronger, which inexplicably makes the tip of Wang Zhaomou's nose itch .

Seeing Wang Zhaomou's actions, Ji Lianhuo immediately blushed, moved to the side and sat down again, looking around, not knowing what to use to cover himself up.

"I, I'll go back." Ji Lianhuo glanced at his sweat-soaked clothes. He couldn't smell anything after smelling it for a long time, but Brother Zhaomou must have been smoked.

I worked in the car for most of the day and sweated so much, it must smell bad.

Ji Lianhuo tried his best not to let himself think about the phrase "unscrupulous poverty", but for some reason, this sentence seemed to be engraved in his mind, reminding himself all the time.

Reminding myself that I was brought back by Brother Zhaomou from that dirty and messy alley, from the narrow utility room like a garbage dump.

"I run very fast." Ji Lianhuo looked at the driver in the front row and tried his best to speak, "Stop here, wait for you to arrive at the villa, at most half an hour, and I will be there too."

You can't let Brother Zhaomou continue to smell it.

would hate myself.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror in some embarrassment, Wang Zhaomou waved his hands and asked the driver to continue driving.

"Why do you want to go down?" Wang Zhaomou knew that it might be his actions just now that made the young man uneasy, but he still wanted to ask clearly.

"I, I'm covered in sweat, and it doesn't smell good." Ji Lianhuo said in a low voice, as if he had done something wrong, he tore off his neckband and smelled himself, and there was indeed a smell of gasoline in the coach car.

"It doesn't smell bad." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly at the young man, "I just wanted to ask you if you changed the body wash."

"Bath liquid?" Ji Lianhuo couldn't help smelling himself again, as if it really smelled of bath liquid.

Brother Zhaomou didn't dislike me just now!

Seeing the boy's eyes light up little by little, Wang Zhaomou smiled, and the next moment he saw the boy sniffing around like a puppy, and then sat down in peace.

"I didn't change the bath liquid, it's still the bottle that Mrs. Cheng put in." Looking at Wang Zhaomou, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "I've been using it every day recently."

After the boy sat down, the smell became more intense, and he couldn't wait to linger around Wang Zhaomou. Wang Zhaomou could smell the smell of the boy every time he took a breath.

"It's the same as what I use." Wang Zhaomou turned his head, looked ahead, and began to think about whether driving the window would hurt the boy's self-esteem.

"Are brother Zhaomou and I using the same body wash?" Ji Lianhuo asked in surprise, full of anticipation, like a lucky guy whose head was suddenly hit by a pie, with disbelief in his eyes.

"It's the same." Wang Zhaomou raised his hand, wondering if he still had the smell of bath liquid left on his body.

Ji Lianhuo carefully supported the wrists of the people around him with both hands, lowered his head a little bit, looked at the fair and narrow wrists in front of him, saw the slender and slightly convex nerves in the middle of the wrists, and also saw the cool-colored blood vessels under the white skin, like a thin Long vines, spreading upwards.

The tip of the boy's nose lightly rubbed against his wrist, sniffing carefully and politely.

Different.

Ji Lianhuo closed his eyes, and his body seemed to be immersed in the snow. In front of his eyes were the howling of the north wind, the pine branches covered with snow and frost, the boundless whiteness, the clearness and the scent of moving forward.

There was silence in the back row for a while, and the driver took a careful look at the rear through the rearview mirror.

The boy closed his eyes as if he was asleep, and lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against the boss's wrist, submissive and well-behaved. The boss looked out the window, as if waiting for the boy to let go.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the villa, the driver pretended to cough a few times, the boy opened his eyes instantly, the black pupils showed a bit of sharpness, and after a while, he restrained himself and stood up reluctantly.

Wang Zhaomou looked back from the window, put away his hands, and looked at Ji Lianhuo indifferently.

"It is the same?"

Ji Lianhuo froze for a moment, shook his head, and clicked a few times in a panic as if he remembered something.

Wang Zhaomou pursed his lips and smiled, without fussing too much.

The car stopped in front of the villa, Wang Zhaomou and Ji Lianhuo got out of the car, and as soon as they entered the house, they felt a different atmosphere from usual.

"The young master is here." Mrs. Cheng wiped her hands quickly when she heard the voice at the door, walked out of the kitchen, and looked at Ji Lianhuo, who was crouching in front of the young man, who was fetching the young master's slippers.

"Xiao Ji, a courier came today." Mrs. Cheng couldn't hide the joy on her face, and motioned Ji Lianhuo to look at the table in the living room.

Ji Lianhor paused, seeing Wang Zhaomou put on his slippers, then got up and looked at the table.

Wang Zhaomou also walked over and saw the new email on the desktop.

Wang Zhaomou brought a paper cutter and handed it to Ji Lianhuo.

Ji Lianhuo took the paper knife with both hands, looked at the mail in front of him, and calmly opened the outermost package. Inside was another postal package with "Welcome to Sioux City University" printed on it.

Ji Lianhuo continued to unpack, and then took out the contents of the postal bag one by one.

A stack of admission notices, a map of Sioux City University, a phone card, and a brand new bank card.

Ji Lianhuo touched again, and finally took out the most important thing.

Admission notice.

Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou, his eyes moved slightly, Wang Zhaomou smiled at the young man and motioned the young man to open it.

Ji Lianhuo opened the admission notice and saw the bold words inside.

[Student Ji Lianhuo: Congratulations on your admission to the School of Economics and Management of our school to study economics and finance. ]

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help showing a smile, looked up at Wang Zhaomou again, and turned the admission notice to Wang Zhaomou.

I did it.

Brother Zhaomou, look, I did it!

"Wow!" Mrs. Cheng smiled all over her face, and she almost applauded the boy.

Wang Zhaomou also looked at the young man with a smile, and almost instantly, Ji Lianhuo threw himself into his arms.

"Brother Zhaomou." Ji Lianhuo hugged the man in front of him tightly, wishing to rub the man in front of him into his own flesh and blood, and clinging to him tightly, his eyes were reddened uncontrollably.

I was admitted to Sioux City University because of the people in front of me.

I was able to get out of the stinky quagmire because of the people in front of me.

I can study without distraction, I can be encouraged when I am down, and I can get strong support and comfort when I am hurt, all because of the people in front of me.

Ji Lianhuo didn't know how to express his gratitude, let alone how to repay the kindness. The only thing he could do was to be by his side forever. Even if he ended up in hell, he had to follow him closely and do everything for him. Can.

Wang Zhaomou was so strangled that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't speak the words of encouragement and praise at the moment.

Wang Zhaomou understands the excitement of the young man, and also understands the situation in which he has suffered so much. Now he can only pat the young man's back with his hands and encourage him in action.

Aunt Cheng looked at the scene in front of her and almost couldn't help wiping away her tears. She saw the young man's appearance just now.

In winter, I was still wearing worn-out single clothes, cloth shoes were worn to the point where the toes were almost protruding, my face was bruised, and I was holding a dirty child, and I would believe it if I said it was a beggar.

But the young master just brought in the elder and the younger, changed his clothes, let him go to school, encouraged him to take him out, provided him with high-quality food, clothing, housing and transportation, and did everything that elders should do seriously.

This kid also lived up to expectations, and now he became the number one student in science in Wenjiang Province, and was admitted to Xinyi's school as a major. It was like a miracle.

Mrs. Cheng wiped away her tears and couldn't help but glance upstairs.

This tube is quite good, but it is small, and it takes a little more work.

"Today I made a special dish to celebrate." Mrs. Cheng smiled and wiped her apron with her hand, "It will be ready soon!"

Seeing Mrs. Cheng turn around and walk into the kitchen, Wang Zhaomou dropped his hand wanting to ask for help, and he was struggling to breathe from being strangled, and the boy didn't know how to let go.

Wang Zhaomou patted Ji Lianhuo's back hard, and the young man raised his head with tears in his eyes, meeting Wang Zhaomou's eyes.

"Easy..." Wang Zhaomou pushed the young man's shoulder away, and finally he was able to breathe freely.

"I'm sorry Brother Zhaomou, I'm so excited." Ji Lianhuo hurriedly went to see Wang Zhaomou's situation. Wang Zhaomou took two deep breaths and felt much better.

Looking at the boy's worried eyes and the admission notice on the table, Wang Zhaomou smiled helplessly, straightened his wrinkled clothes, "Put away the notice."

Ji Lianhuo turned around obediently, put away the notice and a series of things, and handed them to Wang Zhaomou.

Wang Zhaomou took the boy upstairs into the study room, and put his acceptance letter in the safe in front of Ji Lianhuo, the safest place for the whole family.

Sitting in front of the desk, Wang Zhaomou looked at the young man who was almost as tall as himself in front of him, picked up the teacup on the table, and slowly took a sip to moisten his lips.

"Now is the reward time." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo and smiled slightly, "What do you wish for?"