It is the same door, but in the eyes of Chen Ge and Wu Jinpeng, it represents different meanings.
When night fell, Wu Jinpeng drank a lot of alcohol and became drunk, and he slowly took off the "armor" he was wearing.
There was a trace of fatigue in the vicissitudes of life. He usually hides it well and never shows it in front of his family.
"Wu Sheng, go to bed, tomorrow morning I have to take you to school." Wu Jinpeng carried Wu Sheng to the bed: "Good night, stinky boy."
After taking care of the younger ones, he has to take care of the older ones. He pulled the curtain and sat next to his own younger brother: "Kun'er, don't play with the electric fan. If you feel hot, my brother will give you a fan."
"Fan!" Wu Kun raised the fan with both hands and ran around the hut, but he didn't give it to Wu Jinpeng.
"Slow down, don't disturb the neighbors." Wu Jinpeng was also quite helpless, and sat down at the table again: "I'm sorry, my brother is quite noisy."
"Brother Peng, if the fan at my place of work was broken, I repaired it myself, or I'll help you take a look." During the time when Chen Ge ran the haunted house alone, he learned a lot, including installing surveillance probes and walking various lines. and many more.
"I didn't fix it for him on purpose." Wu Jinpeng took another sip of wine: "Look at my brother's left hand, he once put his hand into the fan..."
"understood."
"My biggest wish is to hope that Wu Sheng can be like an ordinary child. My second wish is to buy an air conditioner. My brother has never enjoyed it. If he knew the air conditioner was good, he would definitely abandon the fan." Very narrow, Wu Jinpeng had his back against the wall, he held a wine glass in one hand, and touched the head of the stray dog with the other.
"Brother Peng, I can tell that you are a person with a story. It's just before twelve o'clock in the evening. Can you tell me about your past?" Chen Ge wanted Wu Jinpeng to work in his haunted house, so He needs to know the bottom line of Wu Jinpeng.
"What story do I have, my life is full of accidents." Wu Jinpeng was a little drunk: "Brother, guess what is the most expensive thing in my house?"
"How can I guess this." There wasn't even a TV in the rental house. Chen Ge watched it, and the broken fan in Wu Jinpeng's brother's hand was more valuable.
"I'll let you take a look." Wu Jinpeng opened the wooden box in the corner, and there was a guitar inside: "This is not the kind of practice piano, it's very expensive."
"You can still play the guitar?" Chen Ge labeled Wu Jinpeng as versatile, and his evaluation of this handsome uncle was raised by another level.
"I used to study music, and I was a wandering singer for a long time, and it was at that time that I met Wu Sheng's mother." Wu Jinpeng picked up the guitar, but he didn't touch the strings, probably because he was afraid of disturbing the neighbors. , just gestured and fiddled a few times in the air: "Wu Sheng's mother is my fan, she is eight years younger than me, and she is very nice, so even if she leaves, I don't blame her at all."
There was wine on the table, a stray dog was lying next to it, and a broken guitar was in his arms. The two men sat in the crowded rental house talking about the past and life.
"Then are you still a wandering singer?"
"I stopped doing it a long time ago. Before, my dream was to write my own songs. Even if I can't become a singer, I have to engage in a music-related industry. Unfortunately, because of reality, I was too hungry, so I ate my dream in one bite." Wu Jin Peng closed his eyes and played with his fingers in the air: "I used to be too rebellious, and always felt that my persistence was right. For a while, I felt that the name my parents gave me was too crude, and I secretly changed it. My dad hasn't slept for three days."
Opening his eyes, Wu Jinpeng drank another glass of wine: "I want to laugh when I think of the old man blowing his beard and staring, but unfortunately I can't see it anymore."
"uncle?"
"The year Wu Sheng was born, the old couple went to Xinhai to see a doctor, but they had a car accident." Wu Jinpeng took a sip of the wine glass and smothered the wine in the glass: "Actually, I always suspected that it was not a car accident, they may be because they couldn't be cured. Now, don't want to drag me down any more."
The room was quiet, and his younger brother Wu Kun was tired from playing. He was lying on his side in the corner with the fan in his arms.
"Then you are the only one to take care of at home now?" Chen Ge felt that Wu Jinpeng was indeed not easy. He had to take care of his demented younger brother and earn tuition for Wu Sheng. He was the backbone of the family.
"Well, it's good to get used to it." Wu Jinpeng put down the guitar in his hand: "Someone told me that life is to be born and survive, I think he is too pessimistic. We can't guarantee what life will be like, but how to use it? It is entirely up to us to live in a state of mind. I often tell Wu Sheng how beautiful and beautiful this world is, and I just hope he can grow up healthy and healthy, and then one day go see those beautiful things in person.”
"Brother Peng, you are too good at educating children." Chen Ge picked up the wine glass and touched one with Wu Jinpeng.
"I also think that I am very good at educating children, but the teachers of Peizhi College always quarrel with me, saying that don't let children be delusional, and learn life skills down-to-earth." Amused.
He chatted with Wu Jinpeng very happily. In fact, when Chen Ge met Wu Jinpeng for the first time, he felt that this person was very special.
The suffering and despair in life did not knock him down, but carved his soul into crystal clear. Chen Ge did not expect such a situation, and he probably did not expect it either.
Chen Ge now doesn't know what the criteria for the unborn child to choose a child is, but most of these children have one thing in common, there are some defects, and their hearts are extremely depressed.
Based on Jiang Ming's situation, it is inferred that the more desperate and painful the child is, the more terrifying the world behind the door will be, and the higher the fit with the unborn child will be.
From this point of view, the probability of Wu Sheng being possessed by a ghost is not high, and his father is really excellent.
The two chatted for a while, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, they packed up the dishes, turned off the lights, and sat beside the curtain.
At midnight, a shadow could be vaguely seen behind the curtain, and Chen Ge made a gesture to Wu Jinpeng.
There were a lot of red clothes in his backpack. As soon as he approached, the door would vibrate violently to wake Wu Sheng, and the door would naturally close.
Chen Ge grabbed his backpack, and when Wu Jinpeng moved forward, he suddenly accelerated and pushed open the door.
The door lock trembled, and by the time Wu Jinpeng recovered, Chen Ge had disappeared with the door.
"I'm going?! Brother? Where are you?"
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Opening his eyes, Chen Ge was in front of a dark alley, with a faint blood mist floating in the air, and the sound of grinding his teeth could be vaguely heard in his ears.
"This is the world behind Wu Sheng's door? Why does it look a bit like the old town?"