Lin Wuyu didn't stay at home for the night, he left the house after eating the noodles, and his mother was forcibly locked in the room halfway through her complaints.
The only good thing is that I only heard "your brother BLABLABLA" once today.
In terms of presence, no one in this family can compare to "your brother".
Although your brother is not in this family, the legend of your brother makes him still have the highest status in this family.
On this ordinary night with fine weather, bright moon and few stars, and thousands of lights, in this night when all the ideal senior high school dogs are immersed in their studies, Lin Wuyu held the doll for half an hour, listened to the singing of street singers for half an hour, and also I played a song on demand, and finally walked into the barbecue restaurant that I always go to.
"Old rules!" shouted the boss standing behind the meat skewers.
"Yes." Lin Wuyu nodded.
The old rule is to pack two copies of the same bunch. He brings one back to the dormitory himself, and the other to the next dormitory. Although his behavior seems to be to cover up some ulterior purpose, he actually likes to eat barbecue. , without the dormitory next door, he can also eat two servings, one at a constant speed in the evening, and one in the early morning.
He didn't reply to the message on the phone, as usual, he wouldn't reply to every message deliberately.
When he returned to the dormitory with the barbecue, he carried the bag and accelerated, as usual, swooped past the door of the housekeeper.
Finally, he pushed open the door of the next dormitory as usual.
There were four people in the dormitory, and they turned their heads to look at him together, and the lens flashed a ray of light.
Lin Wuyu pushed his glasses as a greeting, then put the bag on the table by the door: "Just baked."
When he turned to leave the dormitory, Xu Tianbo followed: "Hey."
Lin Wuyu turned his head.
"Is there anyone..." Xu Tianbo closed the dormitory door and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything rude to you? Say something bad or something."
"There are a few messages that I haven't read yet," Lin Wuyu thought for a while, the phone rang many times today, and he was not in the mood to look at it, "What's the matter, did you send it all? I'm complaining to the school about you. discrimination."
"Fart," Xu Tianbo laughed, but soon withdrew his smile and frowned, "Don't be influenced by those people."
"No one can influence me," Lin Wuyu patted his shoulder, "Thanks."
After Xu Tianbo closed the dormitory door, Lin Wuyu returned to his dormitory.
There was a sudden subtle change in the feeling between the two, which made people a little frustrated.
Several people in the dormitory have come back from the evening self-study in the classroom, and are lying on the table to open up a new battlefield.
When Chen Mang came to pick up the barbecue bag in his hand, he felt that the atmosphere in the dormitory was a little embarrassing, but no one mentioned the rooftop shouting.
Their dormitories generally do not discuss private matters.
Of course, such an excellent house style was formed after several crowds fought and scuffled several times.
So now even if it's such a matter of Tiantai's blatantly coming out of the closet, as long as Lin Wuyu doesn't mention it, the other three people will never ask about it.
"My strength to stay up all night is here." Chen Mang opened the bag, took a string of chicken treasures and began to nibble.
"Is it still from that house?" Liu Ziyi also got up and walked over, asking a nonsense that was obviously made to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Yeah." Lin Wuyu responded, he didn't feel any discomfort, but a few roommates were so careful, which made him feel a little uneasy.
Chen Mang and the others had to grab the barbecue they usually brought back to the dormitory, otherwise no one would be able to eat Lin Wuyu.
This person can eat half of it 1V3.
But today Lin Wuyu obviously didn't have much appetite, he only ate one-third of a pocket of barbecue before washing and lying back on the bed.
He also didn't plan to hide his emotions. He was depressed when he was depressed. It was boring to force his acting to show these people in the dormitory. He has been in the same dormitory for three years, who doesn't know who.
Chen Mang and the others ignored him, seized this rare opportunity and swept away the barbecue.
Then the dormitory quickly returned to calm. Except for Lin Wuyu, they all lay down on the table again. They didn't turn off the lights in the third year of high school. They usually stayed up until midnight. Lin Wuyu sometimes woke up at three or four o'clock and went to the toilet to see Liu Ziyi's lamp. is bright.
In the quiet review atmosphere, Lin Wuyu's cell phone rang.
He turned over, touched the phone, turned the voice to vibrate, and then opened the message.
It is a friend request, and the avatar is very common. After all, more than half of the heads of the crowd are all kinds of anime heads.
However, the content of the friend request is very unusual.
-Trash pervert
Four words, it took Lin Wuyu two or three seconds to react.
It's scolding him.
He frowned, ignored it, and glanced at the following friend applications. Today, there are a lot of friend applications, and there is a stream below.
In addition to the three normal applications that left the class and name, there were four or five.
- I didn't expect you to be so disgusting
- about
- dead garbage, be careful
…
Lin Wuyu didn't take a closer look at the back, there was a lot of news today, and it turned out to be all of this.
Some surprises.
The way some contemporary teenagers express their likes and dislikes is so straightforward.
When Xu Tianbo asked him, he still thought that Xu Tianbo was thinking too much. Now it seems that he heard something bad.
Lin Wuyu threw the phone aside, took the question from the table next to him, and began to read with his arms on his back.
Chen Mang reached out and turned on the lamp on the table for him: "Don't you think that in our dormitory, you have the least degree of myopia?"
"Yeah," Lin Wuyu said, "isn't it a cow?"
"It's not good," Chen Mang said. "You're short-sighted even if you don't even read books. It's a tragedy."
Lin Wuyu laughed: "I watched it too, how could I not watch it."
"Look at a fart book." Ding Ji took the large glass bottle next to him, took a sip of honeysuckle water that his grandmother cooked, and when he heard the creaking sound of the chair, he reached out and placed a chess piece on the chessboard in front of him.
"I've never seen a student like you who went to school, and you weren't so careless when I was in school," Liu Jinpeng frowned and stared at the chessboard, "How did you get into high school?"
Ding Ji smiled: "I think back then..."
"General!" Liu Jinpeng suddenly waved his hand, shouted in a loud voice, and threw a chess piece on the chessboard, slam!
The bottle of honeysuckle fairy tea in Ding Ji's hand made him so shocked that he almost smashed it.
"Playing backgammon, don't you need to play like this?" He glanced at Liu Jinpeng, put down the bottle, picked up a white stone, and placed it lightly on the chessboard, "I won."
Liu Jinpeng stared at the three straight lines that appeared on the chessboard at the same time, and was stunned for a while: "Is this all right?"
"Anything will do," Ding Ji clapped his hands, "are you still playing?"
"Stop playing!" Uncle Chen, who had been squatting beside him all the time smoking a cigarette, rushes to answer, "Isn't it enough that you two have played backgammon for an afternoon? It's almost done, I want to play with drawing on paper, I'm here waiting for a game of Go. What! Old Li will be here soon."
"Uncle Chen," Ding Ji waved at Liu Jinpeng, motioning him to give up his seat, then turned to look at Uncle Chen, "Uncle Li didn't arrive either, why don't we come first?"
Uncle Chen immediately frowned, hesitatingly did not speak.
Liu Jinpeng laughed on the side.
Uncle Chen used to be the chess king in these nearby alleys, and he has won many championships in Go competitions until the open space where amateur players gathered in the streets filled up.
Until Ding Ji appeared.
Ding Ji, a junior high school student who only took time to watch them play chess for a month, ended Uncle Chen's career as a chess king.
As long as Ding Ji sat opposite, Uncle Chen never won again.
When Ding Ji returned to the backgammon world, he was so happy and rejoiced that he was about to send the pennant.
"Hey Lao Li! You're here! Hurry up!" Uncle Chen suddenly waved to the other side of the road, "Hurry up!"
Ding Ji looked back and saw that Uncle Li had indeed arrived. He smiled and took a sip of tea, then stood up holding the big glass: "Will Pengpeng come to my house for dinner?"
"Which home is yours?" Liu Jinpeng asked.
"My grandma's house." Ding Ji said.
"Go." Liu Jinpeng clapped his hands.
"Hurry up," Uncle Li came over, "You stay here and affect your Uncle Chen's performance."
"It's not, it's not." Uncle Chen said.
"Then I..." Ding Ji stopped immediately and turned his head.
"Let's go." Uncle Chen said.
This open-air "chess house" on the street not only has one type of chess, but also six sets of stone tables and chairs. Each table is stacked with at least two kinds of chessboards. Military chess checkers flying chess. However, there are generally more uncles and uncles who play chess, followed by Go. Although it is often time-consuming, it can create an illusion of "how elegant I am", so there are many people who play it.
Grandma's house is not far from here, and there is an open mini park next to it, with green space and a small area. It is a handsome resort that integrates skateboarding, parkour, BMX, street dance, and Ding Ji has liked it since elementary school. Come here to soak, when on vacation, when truancy, when you run away from home, this place is basically the first choice.
"Didn't you go back to your parents' house last week?" Liu Jinpeng asked as he walked, "Why did you come back again, this time it didn't last for ten days?"
"Well," Ding Ji nodded, "I'm not used to it."
"What are you not used to?" Liu Jinpeng asked, "It's always like this, you just aren't used to them controlling you, right?"
"You always ask this sentence." Ding Ji glanced at him, "It's not that I'm not used to them taking care of me, my grandfather also takes care of me, and he still beats me if I'm not honest."
"Yes," Liu Jinpeng looked into the distance and quickly began to recall the past, but quickly pulled out of his memory, probably remembering that when Grandpa Ding beat Ding Ji when he was a child, he took him with him a few times. After the tragic experience, he nodded vigorously, "Yes, it was quite hard."
"Is the rhinitis better?" Ding Ji asked. "If it's not, I just brought a spray over there. You can get a bottle."
"Okay," Liu Jinpeng said, and he was stunned again, "Did I tell you about my rhinitis?"
"Needless to say." Ding Ji replied.
Liu Jinpeng looked at him and asked after a while, "Then how do you count... Oh no, you said it wasn't counted, so how did you guess it?"
Ding Ji also looked at him and said nothing.
"Oh," Liu Jinpeng grew up with him after all, and he reacted quickly, touching his nose, "Is it okay to blow my nose and break my skin... Hey? Okay!"
Ding Ji hooked the corners of his mouth, ignored him, stretched his arms and said, "Let's go, my grandma made dumplings today."
"Tell me about it! Tell me about it!" Liu Jinpeng didn't give up, and after Ding Ji insisted on not answering, he kept talking about his own analysis, "How do you see it? I didn't bring any paper today, and I didn't speak in a nasal voice. Ah... what else is there..."
Ding Ji's good mood was ruined by his father's car parked downstairs.
Although it was not destroyed, the impact was still not small. Probably because the college entrance examination was approaching, this time Dad chased after him without leaving him for three days.
"Come back—" Grandma shouted from the kitchen when the door was pushed open.
"I'm back—" Ding Ji replied.
"Pengpeng is here too?" Grandma shouted again.
"Hello grandma—" Liu Jinpeng replied.
"Dad." Ding Ji saw his father who was sitting on the sofa flipping through a book.
"Well," Dad glanced at him and shook the book in his hand, "What are you reading?"
"No." Ding Ji subconsciously denied it.
Dad is holding this palmistry book, which he bought at a used book stand for three yuan when he was in the first grade of elementary school. It makes up for the vacancy of grandma who can't read palmistry in pretending to be a ghost. He has kept it for so many years, it's fine. Will take it out and turn it over.
"I brought it over yesterday," Liu Jinpeng answered quickly, saving Ding Ji from the fire, "I'm going to ask my grandma to explain my doubts."
"Grandma doesn't let people see palmistry," Dad glanced at him: "Are you still interested in these?"
"Live until you are old, learn to be old." Liu Jinpeng said.
Dad smiled expressionlessly, didn't speak anymore, Ding Ji didn't find anything to say, so he went into the kitchen.
Grandpa hasn't come back from his walk, the second aunt is watering grandma's flowers on the balcony, grandma is in the kitchen, and the living room is an embarrassing prison.
"You want to say that your dad is here," Liu Jinpeng squeezed into the kitchen with him, and whispered, "I won't come."
"I didn't know he was here." Ding Ji helped grandma get the washed vegetables into the basket and asked, "When did he come? Why did he come?"
"Come and take you back," said grandma, "you didn't tell me that you sneaked out."
"I'm so old," Ding Ji said. "They didn't care about me when I was in elementary school. Now that I'm about to get married, I think about it."
"It's a bit unfair," Liu Jinpeng said. "They started taking care of you years before you could get married, but they haven't been successful."
Ding Ji didn't say a word, and leaned against the wall behind him: "Don't talk nonsense, it's time to help, hurry up and help, can your eyes live a little bit?"
"Fuck me." Liu Jinpeng glanced at him.
"Chop the stuffing." Grandma took a kitchen knife, slammed it on the cutting board, and cut the knife in half an inch.
Liu Jinpeng drew his knife and started to work.
"I definitely won't go back with him tonight," Ding Ji didn't know if he was talking to himself, or to his grandma or Liu Jinpeng, "don't persuade me, I'll live here, I can breathe. "
"Yeah." Liu Jinpeng nodded.
"I'll leave after I finish eating," Ding Ji said, "Pengpeng, you can keep up quickly."
"Okay." Liu Jinpeng raised his hand and rushed back to compare it with OK.
Lin Wuyu didn't tell anyone about being scolded in different ways in the friend application, but a few people in the dormitory still knew about it.
It only took another two days to speak.
"Would you like to think of a way?" Chen Mang asked, "If you didn't talk about this, we shouldn't have asked, but it's been two or three days, right? It didn't stop, this is a way of scolding people. Everyone is enjoying themselves."
"Don't worry about it." Lin Wuyu was eating.
"Tell Lao Lin," Liu Ziyi said. "He will definitely be able to help deal with it. It's too emotional. How can I review it?"
"It doesn't matter." Lin Wuyu took a sip of soup, the food in the cafeteria today was a little salty.
"Is that so forbearance?" Luo Chuan frowned.
"This is not forbearance," Lin Wuyu thought for a while, "Let's put it this way, these people are not worthy of me to use a brain cell on them, and I have no time to waste on them."
Chen Mang looked at him: "It makes sense, they just want to disgust you."
"Give them a look and I'll lose." Lin Wuyu put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and stood up with his plate.
"Eating so fast is bad for the stomach," Liu Ziyi couldn't help but instruct him, "Where are you going?"
"Shopping." Chen Mang and Lin Wuyu answered together.
Lin Wuyu doesn't like to sit upright in front of his desk to review, it puts too much pressure on himself, he likes to wander around, look around, find a place to be in a daze, on the playground, on the street, by the fountain in the square, in his mind Over and over again is to review the content.
Relatively unfamiliar, the environment without familiar faces will make him feel at ease and feel that the world is his own.
I will never forget it, I am Yao, Shun, Yu Tang, and I am the most powerful mountain king in this world.
He has come a long way today. This small square has been here twice before, and it was very lively at night. In fact, it is not suitable for reviewing, but today he does not particularly want to review.
He just wanted to see life under the mountain.
In the distance, a young man stepped on a skateboard and jumped onto the railing. After he fell, he slid two meters. Someone was shooting fancy shots under the backboard standing under the lights. The basket with the iron chain was smashed. There are a few little girls holding guitars and singing...
How lively.
There is a charlatan behind him.
"Help me take a look, just say a few words, right? Men are left and women are right? Then look at my left hand?"
And the fool who is rushing to beg to be deceived.
"No," Jianghu liars are probably not uncommon to deceive people like this, "don't you say that every time you see me, okay?"
"You didn't read it for me," said the fool. "We've known each other for four or five years, although we're not too familiar..."
"Forget it today, he's in a bad mood," the other voice was probably the liar's assistant, "in the future."
No, it's too sudden, the master liar probably didn't have time to inquire about the fool's information, of course not today.
but.
"Okay," the liar snorted, "go and buy me a bottle of water."
Lin Wuyu suddenly became interested and listened intently to the movement behind him.
The fool quickly bought water and came back: "How to calculate?"
"Hand," said the liar.
After a few seconds, he said again: "Is there a brother or sister?"
"Yes." The fool was a little surprised, "Quite."
"Did you have a serious illness or something else when you were in senior elementary school or junior high school?" the liar asked again.
"I... shit!" The fool's voice suddenly rose, "I had a car accident in the first year of junior high! I never told anyone about this! Can you see it? How do you see it?"
"Fuck," said the liar.
Lin Wuyu couldn't help turning his head and glanced behind him.
If this were true, it would be miraculous indeed.
There were three people sitting on the steps behind him, the one in the middle should be a liar, and the one on the right was reaching for him with his left hand.
The liar is very young, about his own age.
But when he raised his head to look over here, Lin Wuyu raised his eyebrows.
... This is not Xu Tianbo's long-lost brother, right
The liar was holding a lollipop. After looking at each other for a few seconds, he found that Lin Wuyu had no intention of turning back. He wrapped his tongue, and the small stick of the lollipop pointed at Lin Wuyu.
"What are you looking at?" He lifted his chin.