Ding Hanbai thought this was probably called karma.
He bent down and stared at the five small characters, and regardless of the content, the writing was really good, and the writing was well done. When I started to touch it again, the traces at the turning corner were quite deep, the strength was not small, and the strength was very strong.
Through yesterday's emotional conflict, Ding Hanbai determined that it was Ji Shenyu who carved it, but the doubt is - can Ji Shenyu carve such a three-pointed character? With those ten fingers that don't even have thin calluses, and the wrists that are swaying when painting
He was thinking about this, so much that he forgot to follow up on the scolding he said, so he went to breakfast and finally met Ji Shenyu. "Junior Brother." He split the two twisted dough sticks into two and handed one to the other party, "Do you like the thin gold body?"
Ji Shenyu took it and said frankly, "I like it, delicate."
Ding Hanbai thought it was interesting, even if he was cursing, he had to pick good-looking ones. He was very particular about his temper.
After eating, he went out early, his schoolbag was still hanging on the handlebar, the bell rang and he rode out for a few meters. Ding Han could grab the weeping willow by the roadside with his hands up high. Ji Shenyu couldn't hide, and the wicker was itchy, so he grabbed the other end to prevent Ding Hanbai from looking for trouble.
Ding Hanbai was clutching the handlebar with his left hand, and his right hand could not be stretched and dragged. It was like a snake eating beans. He used his fingernails to pinch the wicker inch by inch, attacking inch by inch. fingertips.
Quickly, Ding Hanbai received a slap on the back of his hand.
The wicker fell, and it was ravaged by the bearing of the tire. After landing, it was blown by the wind, and the fate of the left and right was bad. Ding Hanbai was naughty and meaningless. After the end, he was still a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and saw the words on the beam, and sighed deliberately: "You are so strong, you hate me so much when you are engraving."
Ji Shen said nothing. From going out to now, he silently remembered every street he passed by, and also included any conspicuous landmarks at the intersection in his mind. He carried a pen in his pocket, and from time to time he took it out and drew a line in the palm of his hand. When he got to the gate of No. 6 Middle School, he put together a map the size of a palm.
Ding Hanbai rested on one leg and made a careless promise: "I get off work at 6:30 and arrive on time at forty-five. You can do your homework in the classroom for a while and then come out."
Unexpectedly, Ji Shenyu packed his schoolbag and said, "No need, I already remember the way."
Ding Hanbai didn't seem to believe it: "It's far away, have you remembered it?"
"Yeah." Ji Shenyu was quite determined, "I know you don't want to pick me up. This is the last trip, so I won't have to trouble you in the future."
He thought so early in the morning, remembering the way as soon as possible, then he would never trouble the other party again. If Ding Hanbai didn't forget it last night, he would be able to remember the original way last night. However, Ding Hanbai didn't seem to react, he clenched the handle of the car and was silent for a moment, then turned around and left without saying anything.
When Ding Hanbai went to work, he squeezed the bell whenever he saw anyone in his way, and rushed to catch up with the United States. When he arrived at the Cultural Relics Bureau, there was no one in the office. He sat alone in his seat, staring at the little greenish tint on his fingernails.
No need to pick up Ji Shenyu again, which is undoubtedly a welcome thing, but he is passive and feels like he has been abandoned. Not quite right, like being fired by Ji Shenyu.
Ji Shenyu also engraved "Bastard bastard" on his bicycle, which also became a bad debt.
It was the first time in Ding Hanbai's life that he was so aggrieved. Thanks to his conscience last night, he found out that he felt guilty for half a night, and he didn't even care to appreciate the pile of damaged cultural relics. "What bullshit." He scolded in a low voice, sullen and unhappy.
Then he raised his head again and made waves: "I'm not waiting for you! Let's see how you scored in the final exam!"
In fact, apart from Ding Hanbai, the rest of the family were also waiting to see. Although their main business had been decided, their reading was not bad, but Jiang Tingen was a little less playful.
Ji Shenyu didn't know that his grades were so interesting, so he just focused on studying hard. Moreover, he was not interested in making friends, and the atmosphere at the end of the period was tense, and he did not say a word for a quiet day alone.
After school, the monitor suddenly came over and said, "You clean up the next two days for the exam next week."
Ji Shenyu complied, and simply stayed to clean up together today, so as not to panic at that time. He helped sweep the floor and wipe the table. When he left, there were not many people in the school. Naturally, there was no sign of Ding Hanbai at the gate of the school. He didn't have to wait, and the other party didn't have to be troublesome.
Ji Shenyu walked back along the street, stopped at the bus stop and looked up at the stop sign, just happened to be approaching one, and got on the bus with the destination in mind. It was really far, and finally the carriage was almost empty. He got off at "Chiwangfu Station" and continued to walk for a few hundred meters.
The breeze blew the willow, Ji Shenyu jumped up, grabbed a piece and cut it off, then walked back with the wicker. For the first time since he left Yangzhou, he felt reckless. He walked to the left, walked to the right, kicked a stone or hummed a ditty. No elders saw him, and he did not want to see him. His buddies made fun of him, and only exposed him to a living sunset on the horizon. .
"Master." Ji Shenyu whispered, "Old Ji, I suddenly can't remember what you look like."
He trotted: "you just bless your wife, don't worry about me."
More than a dozen meters away, Ding Hanbai walked slowly with his bicycle, watching Ji Shenyu disappear around the corner. On the grounds that he arrived early, he left a quarter of an hour early. When Ji Shenyu dawdled out of the school, he had already drank three bottles of soda in the canteen and rode with the bus all the way, until Ji Shenyu got off the bus before he could catch his breath.
He was worried that Xiaonan Manzi would get lost, and he was unwilling to be dismissed and show his face, so he had to follow him silently. But Ji Shenyu's lively back is a little annoying, what does that mean? So beautiful without seeing him
When Ding Hanbai came home, he pulled his face, didn't eat dinner, and spread out the bag of debris from the ocean to study. The notebook lay flat by his hand, and he wrote three pages of appraisal notes, but he didn't notice any dirt on the white shirt.
Ji Shenyu was obviously stunned when he entered the small courtyard. He knew that Ding Hanbai couldn't stand by and admire the junk, so he couldn't help but approach a little to observe, and couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, what are these?"
Ding Hanbai took a pottery piece lightly and turned a deaf ear. In his eyes, there were only artifacts that had been wandering for a hundred years, and there was no vivid living person in front of him.
Ji Shenyu asked uncertainly: "Are the cultural relics like the water coming out of the ocean real or made?"
Ding Hanbai raised his eyes: "Do you still know cultural relics?"
Ji Shenyu said: "I read it in the book." It was the book "Like Mountains and Seas".
It's okay not to mention it, Ding Hanbai couldn't borrow books, so he got angry when he mentioned it, collected his things and went back to the study. Ji Shenyu hadn't seen enough, so he walked out of the study window and tilted his head quietly, his eyes also lingering on the pile of "rubbish".
He thought, Ding Hanbai likes antiques and cultural relics? That's right, the playboys are so bad about money and love.
He thought again, what is Ding Han Bai Fen writing? Can you see the doorway
Ji Shenyu's head was tilted, and his eyes couldn't help but move to the big hand of Ding Han with distinct bones. That hand is very strong, holding the pen and shaking it, writing another page, the cyan blood vessels stretched on the back of the hand are so fresh, interlaced, and full of vitality.
Ding Hanbai held his wrist and his hand, and he suddenly remembered these.
When the pen holder stopped shaking, Ding Hanbai put down the pen and picked up a piece of the bottom of the bowl, trying to remove the calcium to see the inscription, but got his hands dirty. Ji Shenyu saw that the other party frowned, and then the bridge of his nose, which was like a steep peak, was turned upside down. He thought, this face is not easy to provoke, and handsome is not mean.
He watched for a while, but didn't see much of the cultural relics. Instead, he peeped Ding Hanbai's hands and face, and finally went back to the room to light up the lights to review.
The two were separated by a wall, each at their desks. The lights in the front yard were turned off at ten o'clock, and there was no light in the east courtyard at eleven o'clock. Only their small courtyard was lit. As soon as the morning arrived, the antique Western clock that had not been repaired in the machine room rang, tickled and stopped abruptly.
Ji Shenyu closed the book, took out a smooth piece of jade and drew it, and recited the text while drawing. After reciting, the work was over, and next time he came. When he went to take a bath, he saw that the light in the study was still on, but when he came out of the shower, the light went out, and Ding Hanbai was actually sitting under the porch.
He went over and asked, "Brother, what are you doing here?"
Ding Hanbai yawned: "What else can I do, wait for a bath."
The other party's shirt was covered with dirt, maybe even a corpse of insects. Ji Shenyu couldn't figure out what kind of biological dirt was on the pile of cultural relics, and it was not clean after all. He walked away a little further and warned, "Then take off your clothes and don't put them in the basket."
Ding Hanbai heard the disgust: "Don't let it go, I'll throw you on the bed in a while."
After three or two sentences that were neither salty nor bland, Ji Shenyu went back to the bedroom to sleep. Since Ji Fangxu fell ill, he hadn't slept well. No matter how tired he was, it would take a long time to fall asleep. I lay flat for a long time and didn't fall asleep, I first emptied my belly.
Ji Shenyu got up and ate the peach cake, holding the slag in one hand, without wasting a tiny bit.
The figure moved from far to near, stopped outside the door, raised his hand and pushed it, and then turned from empty to solid. Ding Hanbai came in with a serious face, not treating himself as an outsider: "I'm starving, give me a piece of it."
He hadn't eaten dinner, so he put his back on his chest long ago, and picked up a piece without waiting for Ji Shenyu's approval. "It's unpalatable." Take one sip and put it down again, you can starve to death, but you can't spoil your mouth and stomach. "It's wet, not crispy."
Ji Shenyu hurriedly stated: "This is given to me by my aunt." So he saved his food and couldn't waste half of it.
Ding Hanbai was inexplicable and misunderstood: "I can't bear to eat if I give you a box of peach cakes? How can I say Yangzhou has a variety of desserts, don't be so obtuse." , "I guess you haven't eaten anything good."
Ji Shenyu immediately asked, "My wife bought Jiu Maozhai's braised chicken tonight, is that good?"
Ding Hanbai said: "It's a century-old brand that has been improving all the time, of course it's good."
Ji Shenyu wiped his hands: "I thought you had eaten something good, so that's it."
Two minutes later, the lights in the kitchen in the front yard turned on. Ding Hanbai and Ji Shenyu refused to accept the other and wanted to compete. Ji Shenyu didn't dare to say a word, for fear of waking up with Ding Hanbai, he pushed Ding Hanbai aside, turned around and took out the remaining half of the braised chicken from the refrigerator.
Ding Hanbai asked, "What are you doing?"
Ji Shenyu didn't answer, he emptied the burlap bag containing the spices, then tore up the braised chicken and stuffed it in, adding a slice of scallion and a spoonful of sesame pepper. Submerge the cloth bag in cold water, cook a handful of thin noodles after the water boils, and throw a choy heart after the noodles are cooked.
A bowl of chicken noodle soup came out of the pot, Ding Hanbai was lost in the heat, and his eyes softened completely after he took a chopstick. No oil and no salt, all rely on grilled chicken to give out the flavor, as well as the fragrant green onion and numbness.
Ji Shenyu took out the cloth bag: "The braised chicken is ready, but the taste is a little bit worse, and the chicken will not be tender after cooking for a long time."
Ding Hanbai relieved his hunger: "Then throw it away."
Ji Shenyu threw the cloth bag into the trash can, turned his face to meet Ding Hanbai's gaze, and suddenly didn't bother to compete any more. "Brother Shi," he stared at Wan Yan'er, "I'm hungry too."
Ding Hanbai picked up the tender cabbage heart: "Open your mouth."
Ji Shenyu squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and when he opened it again, Ding Hanbai had eaten the soup and noodles. It was very late at night, and when the stomach was full, the sleepiness doubled, Ding Hanbai said, "You have to go out early by bus."
Ji Shenyu knew, Ding Hanbai said again, "Then can you get up?"
Ji Shenyu didn't know, but Ding Hanbai said again, "I'll send it to you."
The author has something to say: Ji Shenyu only found out when he returned to the house that he ate a mouthful of food when he co-authored it?