When Ding Ji couldn't bear it any longer, Lin Wuyu finally stopped laughing enough to get up and scold him.
Also wiped the eyes.
Tears came out of laughter...
The room became especially quiet because of Ding Ji's generous speech before, and there was no movement in the living room.
Ding Ji sat beside the bed for a while, recalling his lines just now, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
After Lin Wuyu continued to pack the drone, he stood up after a while, opened the closet, and took out the leather jackets inside.
"Thank you." Lin Wuyu said.
"Thank you fart." Ding Ji said.
Lin Wuyu didn't dare to say these words, but he was too lazy to say it.
A few years earlier, he said a lot, and the unhappy breakup after each conflict and as always, made him very tired. He only hoped to be silent with his parents, not to talk to anyone, and not to see anyone.
Ding Ji was very aggressive today, like a monkey running through the sky.
When he said those words that he didn't want or felt necessary to say for a long time, or even felt that they would be a little powerless and ridiculous, he suddenly felt very refreshed when he said them in one go from Ding Ji's mouth.
readily.
After exhaustion, the whole body relaxes and does not want to move any more.
He Xie Dingji was not entirely Xie Dingji's righteous words, but more to thank him for the joy he brought to him when the buds opened up the soil.
Lin Wuyu wants to take a lot of things. If his parents are not at home, he also wants to take his favorite figurines, as well as the novelty gadgets he collected when he traveled everywhere. .
But today's scene is really unexpected. He can only take the most precious drone first. After all, everything else costs money, and this one can make money.
Although Ding Ji's parents failed to take responsibility, they could see that his grandparents doted on him very much, and even tossed a few pieces of clothes into a suitcase and didn't understand that the clothes were either a roll or a ball.
"Where do you live?" Ding Ji asked as he brutally squeezed the leather jacket into the corner of the box, "Can't live in the school dormitory?"
"Yes," Lin Wuyu said, "our head teacher helped me apply with the school. If there is any situation, I can live in his house."
"It's okay to be able to live on campus. How uncomfortable it is to live at your head teacher's house. Why don't you live at my grandma's house," Ding Ji said. "There's still one room left. My sister-in-law used to live there. She's been free since she got married."
"Then I'll find you if the school can't live there anymore." Lin Wuyu didn't show any kindness to Ding Ji. The man was still embarrassed, so he eased up a bit. If he refused, he would probably have to continue to be embarrassed.
When they dragged three boxes out of the room, Ding Ji quickly glanced at the living room and found that Lin Wuyu's parents were sitting on the sofa.
Seeing them coming out, they didn't speak, and Lin Wuyu's mother turned her face away.
But Ding Ji still saw her eyes turn red at a glance.
... This made him feel a little sorry for a while.
Was it too much to say just now? Even if it's not too much, it's probably not what he should say as a child who meets for the first time.
Lin Wuyu should have noticed it too, and the steps under his feet stopped.
But he didn't walk over, just stood there, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't speak.
Ding Ji took a breath and wanted to say something to make up for it, but Lin Wuyu, like he had eyes on the back of his head, quickly raised his hand to stop him from speaking.
In just two seconds, he turned around and walked to the door, opened the door and went out.
Ding Ji hurriedly followed, and when he went out, he didn't forget to say, "Goodbye uncle and auntie."
Lin Wuyu had already pressed the elevator and stood there in a trance facing the elevator door.
Ding Ji followed carefully and stood beside him, hesitating for a while, then said softly, "Did I just..."
"No." Lin Wuyu answered simply.
"Oh." Ding Ji responded.
Isn't it too much to say? what is that
After Lin Wuyu walked into the elevator, he said, "They may have news about Lin Zhan."
"Ah?" Ding Ji turned his head in surprise, "How do you know?"
"My mother is definitely not crying because of you. She's not so vulnerable. She only cried for Lin Zhan. Maybe she missed Lin Zhan, or maybe... Lin Zhan has news," Lin Wuyu said, her tone calm. Fluctuation, "the kind of people who both work very seriously, they usually don't stay at home if they don't have important things..."
"Then why didn't you just ask?" Ding Ji was a little anxious.
"I don't dare." Lin Wuyu answered frankly and straightforwardly.
Ding Ji didn't speak and looked at him until the elevator reached the first floor and the door opened.
"It's okay," Ding Ji patted him on the back, "Let's go."
Lin Wuyu's luggage was not taken to the dormitory, because there was a drone, Ding Ji suggested that he should leave it at his grandma's house for safety.
"I checked." Ding Ji said.
"What's the matter?" Lin Wuyu looked at him.
"I checked your drone," Ding Ji said, "but I can't figure out the model. "Anyway, it's a professional-grade drone, a set of batteries for this or that device, it's going to take a few minutes to say. Wan, it's too dangerous to stay in the dormitory, you still have two. "
"There's a cheap one," Lin Wuyu said, "the one with short battery life is for playing."
"Did you take me to play with the cheap one during the holidays?" Ding Ji asked.
"Well, that one doesn't need a driver's license, but you have to practice your hands first and know the basic operation," Lin Wuyu said, "so I also took a small one."
"How small?" Ding Ji asked.
"I'll slap half a slap." Lin Wuyu said.
"... This boss can shoot things?" Ding Ji looked at his hands.
"Who told you that it can shoot things." Lin Wuyu said, "It can't do anything except fly, and it can't fly stably... Just take it and feel it first."
"Can I ask how much it is?" Ding Ji asked.
"More than a hundred." Lin Wuyu replied solemnly.
"Damn," Ding Ji was stunned for a while, then waved his hand, "I'm not going, take someone else to play!"
Lin Wuyu laughed.
"Laughter," Ding Ji was very dissatisfied. "Take a toy or a toy that can't fly to fool me."
"I just told you to get acquainted with the feeling," Lin Wuyu said with a smile, "it's not..."
"Then say it first, I'll be familiar with it for 15 minutes," Ding Ji said. "Too much is an insult to me."
"No," Lin Wuyu said, "it only lasts 10 minutes."
"Then 10 minutes." Ding Ji said.
"Yeah." Lin Wuyu nodded.
Grandma Ding Ji's house was in an old community, like a maze. The car they called was a young driver who regretted it all the way.
"Don't worry," Ding Ji said, "I promise you can go out."
Both the driver and Lin Wuyu were skeptical.
The car drove to an old building under the command of Ding Ji and stopped. Ding Ji got out of the car, looked around, and suddenly pointed to the roadside behind the car: "Come here!"
A child who looked like a junior high school student looked at him nervously: "Why?"
"Are you going to the supermarket over there to buy things for your mother?" Ding Ji asked.
"Yes," the child nodded, "how did you... know?"
"Get in the car." Ding Ji pointed to the car, "Show the driver the way, and get off when you reach the street."
"I have no money," said the child.
"Who asked you to give money," Ding Ji gently pushed on the back of his head, "I'll let you ride in the car for nothing."
After the child got into the car and instructed the car to drive away, Lin Wuyu looked at Ding Ji: "Are you afraid of seeing people here?"
"You're joking, I look so kind," Ding Ji dragged the box and walked into the building, "Who doesn't know that the eldest grandson of the old Ding family is warm-hearted..."
"Probably after getting along for a long time, we can see the essence through the phenomenon." Lin Wuyu said.
"What's wrong with me?" Ding Ji turned his head and pointed at his face, "Do I look different?"
Lin Wuyu looked at him: "Do you know why I always don't believe that you are a student? I didn't expect you to be a scholar?"
Ding Ji thought for a while, and continued walking upstairs: "That's right, look, I grew up here, and almost everyone here has my temperament."
"That's impossible." Lin Wuyu said.
"Huh?" Ding Ji turned back.
"You are quite special." Lin Wuyu said.
"See it!" Ding Ji was very proud.
"...I saw it earlier," Lin Wuyu sighed, "it's so childish."
"My grandfather said that a child should be like a child..." Ding Ji briskly carried the box and ran upstairs, "Can't you hurry up?"
"Would you like to carry my box?" Lin Wuyu said.
"No," Ding Ji said, "I remembered, there are several big batteries inside."
The exhaust of old-fashioned houses does not seem to be very good, and along the way, many houses have their doors open, and the corridors are full of the smell of food.
Lin Wuyu didn't notice that he was hungry at first, but when he smelled these smells, when he walked to the door of Grandma Ding Ji's house, he felt that his eyes were already hungry and green.
Grandma stood at the door waiting, and when she saw Ding Ji, she opened her arms: "My eldest grandson is back, come and let Grandma hug him!"
Ding Ji rushed over and hugged his grandma: "I did well in the test."
"I knew it!" Grandma rubbed his face with a smile.
"This is my friend," Ding Ji pointed to Lin Wuyu, "Lin Wuyu."
"Hello, grandma," Lin Wuyu smiled at grandma, and then looked at the grandfather who smiled kindly in the room, "Hello grandpa."
"Okay, okay," grandma beckoned to him, "you are the fairy we Ding Ji said."
"Huh?" Lin Wuyu was stunned for a while, and walked to grandma.
"Study God," Ding Ji said, "but it's almost like a god."
Grandma smiled and reached out to hold Lin Wuyu's face: "This child is so handsome."
"...Thank you grandma." Lin Wuyu was startled, but insisted that he didn't move, so grandma squeezed his face a few times.
When grandma entered the room happily, Ding Ji leaned into his ear and whispered, "Look at the picture, occupational disease."
"What do you see?" Lin Wuyu touched his face, the warmth from his grandmother's hand still remained on his face, "Can you say it?"
"I don't usually say it," Ding Ji said. "My grandma just likes to watch these. If you ask her, she won't necessarily tell you that it is a feudal superstition, so don't believe it."
Lin Wuyu smiled and entered the room.
The boxes were brought into Ding Ji's bedroom.
After putting the box away, Ding Ji walked around the room: "Welcome, this is where I grew up."
"It's quite big." Lin Wuyu looked at it.
The furniture in the room is all old, and the old-fashioned design obviously doesn't match Ding Ji's temperament, but to his surprise, Ding Ji's bed and desk, as well as the cabinet next to it, seem to be made of mahogany.
No wonder it didn't change.
He leaned over to the desk, bent over and stared at it for a while: "Is this black rosewood?"
"Okay," Ding Ji came over, propped his arm on the desk, and touched the table with his fingers, "Can you still distinguish these?"
"I can't tell the difference," Lin Wuyu said, "Chen Mang in our dormitory has a black rosewood paperweight, I can recognize this kind of mahogany..."
"My grandfather made it," Ding Ji was very proud, "the old man used to be a carpenter, and he was super awesome. When I was in elementary school, someone specially came to ask him to make furniture, but he couldn't do it for a few years. Done."
"Do you know? Didn't you learn a little?" Lin Wuyu touched the table carefully.
It is said that this table should have been used by Ding Ji since he was very young, but it is not damaged at all, not even the way of strokes.
If nothing else, Ding Ji should feel sorry for his grandparents.
"I really know," Ding Ji said. "I made the chair behind you. It's all handmade, without using electric tools. I made it all from wood."
Lin Wuyu immediately looked back.
There was a small bench on the wall behind him.
Round, three-legged, about as high as his calf.
"That's it?" Lin Wuyu said.
"Well." Ding Ji nodded.
Lin Wuyu touched it in the past. Although it was very simple, the workmanship was actually quite good, and the paint was also very good. For a child, it could be regarded as...
and many more.
"How old were you?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"When I was a freshman in high school." Ding Ji said.
"...Then you have to give a shit?" Lin Wuyu couldn't help laughing, "I thought you did it when you were in elementary school."
"Fuck," Ding Ji went over and picked up the stool in dissatisfaction, "Look at this handicraft! It's flat and vertical..."
"Why are you making such a stool?" Lin Wuyu took the stool, put it on the ground, sat on it, and looked up at him.
Ding Ji frowned, and after a while, he sighed: "I made it for my dad."
"Then why are you here?" Lin Wuyu was stunned.
"He felt that my mind was not on study, and I was thinking about these useless things all day long, and I didn't do very well." Ding Ji said.
It's true that he does a normal job, but this is Ding Ji's heart. His father is very sad to say such a thing.
"It wasn't long before they returned to China, and I had a good relationship with them... The bad thing was that it was awkward," Ding Ji said, "One day my grandfather told me that the day after tomorrow was my dad's birthday, and he wanted me to express it a little bit. Calm down."
"That's it." Lin Wuyu said softly.
"I think it's alright, I'll do what Grandpa said," Ding Ji said, "Actually, I'll just buy some things, but thinking about it, the things I make are more sincere, so I just want to do carpentry work. I'm good at craftsmanship. , that is, time is too short, I still have to attend class, so hurry up and make it out."
Lin Wuyu sighed: "I didn't send it later, did it?"
"Rejected on the spot." Ding Ji said, "Send a fart and never left this house."
Lin Wuyu looked at Ding Ji, who quickly turned his head away.
It looks like she wants to cry.
Lin Wuyu was a little anxious, if he knew the origin of this stool, he wouldn't ask more.
In order to quickly divert Ding Ji's attention, he said without thinking, "Why don't you make something for me."
"Huh?" Ding Ji turned to look at him.
"For example... a small bookshelf or something," Lin Wuyu said, "put some books on the desk or something?"
"Okay," Ding Ji said, "but I have to wait, I have to pick the wood first."
"Black rosewood, the color is nice." Lin Wuyu said.
"You want shame," Ding Ji said. "You are too embarrassed to ask for wood by name for a broken bookshelf! Do you know how much this thing costs!"
Lin Wuyu laughed: "Then you can do it."
"Well," Ding Ji nodded, "When is your birthday? I'll give it to you as a birthday present."
"It's been over," Lin Wuyu said, "last month."
"Then next year..." Ding Ji thought for a while.
"Farewell." Lin Wuyu quickly interrupted him.
"Then..." Ding Ji thought about it again, "Let's save the gift of the champion."
"What if the champion is you?" Lin Wuyu smiled.
"That's what the champion gave you." Ding Ji said.
"Okay." Lin Wuyu nodded.
"It's almost dinner!" Grandma shouted in the living room.
"Come on!" Ding Ji responded and asked as he walked out, "Is there anything else you want me to cook?"
"Shoot a cucumber!" Grandma said.
"Okay." Ding Ji nodded.
Lin Wuyu followed him into the kitchen. He didn't know what to do. After rubbing his hands, he asked casually, "Why don't I come? Your grandma has been busy for so long, so I'm sorry to sit and wait for a lot of food."
"Also." Ding Ji agreed immediately, took out the washed cucumbers from the vegetable sink and put them on the counter, "I'll get you a plate, and I have to get the seasonings... Grandma!"
"Hey." Lin Wuyu was startled by his sudden roar.
"Don't take advantage of it, even an old lady is willing to be," Ding Ji glared at him, and shouted to the living room, "Grandma - what are you putting on the cucumber -"
"Soy sauce! Vinegar! Sesame oil! Garlic! Put whatever flavor you want!" Grandma replied from outside.
"Got it." Ding Ji began to prepare the seasoning.
Lin Wuyu washed his hands, walked to the desk, and looked at the cucumbers on the cutting board.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up the knife.
He has never cooked, or even watched people cook. After all, he has lived on campus since junior high school, and it is impossible for him to have the intimate experience of watching his mother cook in the kitchen at home.
And he has never eaten cucumber at all, even if there is this dish on the table, he will not notice it.
Who eats cucumbers with meat
But that's not a problem, at least he knew it was a cold dish.
"Use this chopping board," Ding Ji handed over a small chopping board and placed it on the original large chopping board, "this is for cutting and eating."
"Well." Lin Wuyu put the cucumber on it.
Then I took a look, first cut a knife from the middle, and cut the cucumber in half. It is easier to operate if it is shorter.
Then I took half of it, looked at it for a long time, and cut off a lump.
Not bad, even thickness.
After he confidently cut half a cucumber into five pieces, Ding Ji stood beside him: "Brother Wuyu."
"Huh?" Lin Wuyu responded.
"Have you ever been in the kitchen?" Ding Ji asked.
"What's the matter," Lin Wuyu glanced at him, "I came in and helped with the dishes."
"Have you eaten cucumbers?" Ding Ji asked.
"I haven't eaten." Lin Wuyu answered truthfully.
"You eat and drink outside all day long, from morning to night," Ding Ji was a little surprised, "Have you ever eaten cucumbers?"
"...No." Lin Wuyu said.
"Shoot! Cucumbers," Ding Ji sighed, "It's not cutting! Cucumbers, you know? Shoot! PIAPIAPIA! Shoot! What do you call cucumbers if you don't shoot, you cut them like this and call them pickled cucumbers, you know?"
"Ah!" Lin Wuyu felt that his brain was stuck just now, and suddenly a picture of a cucumber flashed in front of his eyes, "I see, it has to be broken..."
"Shoot it." Ding Ji nodded.
Much simpler than cutting.
Lin Wuyu happily picked up the knife and slapped the cucumber with a knife.
Simply neat.
Several sections of cucumbers rose into the air and landed on a desk.
"... slipped." Lin Wuyu was a little embarrassed.
Ding Ji didn't speak, picked up all the cucumbers, washed them with water, and put them back on the cutting board.
Lin Wuyu concentrated his energy, and once again swiftly raised his knife and dropped it.
Bang!
This time, two pieces were broken, but the largest half flew out and hit Ding Ji's face.
Ding Ji quickly caught the cucumber, looked at him for a long time, couldn't hold back the smile in his eyes, and finally let out a happy voice: "Lin Xueshen! You also have such stupid times!"
"It always slips!" Lin Wuyu was helpless.
Ding Ji didn't speak any more, washed the cucumber again and put it back on the chopping board, then started laughing wildly, quack with joy.
Lin Wuyu stared at a few pieces of cucumber.
In the end a heroic decision was made.
He put down the knife.
He raised his hand directly and slapped it down.
"Fuck!" Ding Ji jumped in fright.
Lin Wuyu raised his hand quickly, a little excited: "It's broken!"
"Ouch," Grandma's shocked voice came from behind, "Is this a practice? How come you still get started?"
"Brilliant!" Ding Ji gave Lin Wuyu a thumbs up, and then laughed wildly at his grandma, "He took a knife and slapped it and flew ten..."
"Do you hate it or not!" Grandma slapped him, "I asked you to shoot cucumbers! You let others shoot them! You even laughed! The first time you patted cucumbers, you slapped outside the window and you laughed at others!"
"Hey, hey," Ding Ji avoided his grandmother, stood beside Lin Wuyu, and squeezed him, "I'll come, you help me get a plate."
"Yeah." Lin Wuyu nodded and stepped aside.
Ding Ji picked up the knife and slammed it three times, and the remaining pieces of cucumber on the chopping board were smashed into pieces: "If you can't slap the same place repeatedly, it won't be crisp, right grandma?"
"You can shoot cucumbers one at a time," Grandma said, "and also impart experience."
Lin Wuyu smiled and handed over the plate, watched Ding Ji put it on the plate, and then hurriedly poured the seasoning up.
It was an amazing experience.
Lin Wuyu kept smiling.
He had never been in the kitchen for so long, never knew how troublesome it was to cook, and never thought that...it would be so much fun in the kitchen.
The anxiety and confusion caused by the possible news about Lin Zhan actually faded away in the busy kitchen.