See how you lie.
Lin Wuyu didn't speak, just smiled, looked at the liar again, and turned his head.
"Go on," said the fool.
The liar didn't say anything, and Lin Wuyu could feel the sight behind him.
As for deceiving people, the main cheater definitely doesn't want anyone other than the bitter master to be present, but he doesn't plan to leave either. He really wants to hear the follow-up.
"Go ahead," the fool said, paused and then added in a low voice, "What do you care about that person? I want him to listen... Don't worry, I won't say it if you're not sure."
"Don't!" The liar raised his voice, "You better say it."
Lin Wuyu lowered his head and laughed twice.
"First love last year, wasn't it?" the liar asked.
"...Yes." There was surprise in the fool's voice.
"Have you ever been in a relationship?" The liar's assistant was also surprised, "And such an inconsiderate girl?"
"What do you mean," the fool was not convinced, "Why can't I be liked by anyone? And isn't it good for you to judge people by their appearance? Besides, no one likes him because he is so handsome..."
"I can't speak and shut up," the liar said, then paused and said, "I'll help you figure out where your teeth will fall tonight without changing your name."
The assistant choked with laughter.
Lin Wuyu held back a smile.
"What do you want him to show you? Hurry up and ask." The assistant said happily.
"I just want to ask, when will I fall in love next time." The fool said.
"I can't see that," said the liar.
"Why?" the fool asked, "Is it okay to make up a random one?"
"Who are you? I'll make up a joke to make you happy." The liar was very disdainful, and after a two-second pause, he added another blow, "I can't see when you'll fall in love again, but I can see that you've been in love for two years. There is no love within."
"Damn it." The fool was very distressed, "Really?"
"You believe it is true." The assistant said earnestly, "Just wait for two years to verify... You can still find our words in two years."
Lin Wuyu laughed silently for a while, and didn't listen to the next conversation. The liar stopped being blinded. It was meaningless just to hear the fool depressed there.
There is still a pile of study materials waiting for him in his mind.
He pushed the chicken out of his mind.
After Chen Laosi left, Liu Jinpeng always wanted to get up and leave. Dadong and the others were turning up the speakers in the open space over several flower beds. He wanted to go and play.
But Ding Ji didn't mean to move, so he could only sit still, but from time to time he turned his head and glanced over there.
"Go over by yourself, don't stay here with me," Ding Ji said, "don't tell them I'm here, I want to sit for a while."
"Okay," Liu Jinpeng jumped up immediately, but soon sat back next to him, looked at the man in front of him who had been in a daze and didn't move, and whispered, "That man, is there any problem?"
"A top student who is hurt by love, what can be wrong." Ding Ji said.
Liu Jinpeng stared at him for a while: "You are so fucking evil."
"Let's go, let's go." Ding Ji waved at him.
Liu Jinpeng jumped down the steps and ran towards Dadong and the others.
Ding Ji stared at the back of the head of the man in front of him for a while. The man seemed to have settled down, and he hadn't moved for almost ten minutes.
He hesitated for a moment, looked around, squeezed a small piece of cement slag that had broken from nowhere, glanced at the steps on the man's right hand, and bounced over.
He often throws things into the trash can from far away, and he can usually get in. He is still very confident in his accuracy.
But the cement slag broke into two small pieces the moment it was ejected.
A small piece landed in the original position, on the steps to the right of the man.
Another small piece fell on the man's head.
And it didn't pop up.
Just like that, it stopped peacefully above his head.
Lin Wuyu raised his hand and touched his head.
When he saw the small cement in his hand, he was stunned, then turned his head.
The three people behind him didn't know when there was only one left, the liar named Brother Ji was looking at him.
Lin Wuyu didn't feel this kind of provocation, he just flicked the little cement lump back into Brother Ji's hand, and asked again, "Is something wrong?"
"It's alright," Brother Ji looked down at the cement in his hand, "It's alright."
Lin Wuyu's review thoughts have been disrupted, so he didn't turn around to continue, but still looked at him: "Are you charging?"
"What?" Brother Chicken frowned.
"Just... fortune-telling," Lin Wuyu said, "how much?"
I don't know what kind of charlatan Ji Ge is. Anyway, when he heard the word "how much money", his face suddenly changed: "What did you say?"
Lin Wuyu looked at him and said nothing.
"Do you know who I am?" He pointed to himself again.
Lin Wuyu thought for a few seconds, then cleared his throat: "Isn't it... Brother Chicken?"
Brother Ji was stunned at first, opened his mouth for a long time without saying a word, and after a while, he suddenly became happy: "You're dead here, you know."
Lin Wuyu hooked the corner of his mouth and restrained his smile.
"Those who don't know are innocent, just laugh it's alright," Brother Ji moved down a step, sat behind him, stretched out his hand, his tone was kind, but the content was fierce, "My name is Ding Ji, Guang Feng Ji. Ji of the moon, just call your name, and if you call it wrong again, I'll draw you the brightest electric spinning top tonight."
Brother Ji...
Lin Wuyu did not answer his harsh words, shook hands with him, and returned to the previous topic: "So there is no charge?"
"No charge!" Ding Ji looked impatient, "What do you want to do?"
"Help me calculate?" Lin Wuyu stretched out his left hand in front of him.
"No." Ding Ji said.
"Are you not helping strangers?" Lin Wuyu smiled.
Ding Ji narrowed his eyes and looked at him without saying a word.
"Is it not good to be unfamiliar?" Lin Wuyu said.
"You're broken up," Ding Ji clapped his hand away and looked at him, "It's within a week."
Lin Wuyu also looked at him.
"Is Meng right?" Ding Ji asked.
"Half right." Lin Wuyu answered honestly.
"Secret love failed." Ding Ji said.
"Yeah." Lin Wuyu nodded, "Can you cover it without looking at your hands?"
"It's all said to be covered up, so what are you looking at?" Ding Ji curled his lips in disdain, "Are you still listening?"
"I don't listen anymore." Lin Wuyu replied succinctly.
He really has nothing to ask. He will find the answer for what he wants to know. He doesn't need a stranger to tell him, and he can't verify the authenticity.
If you really have any questions, it's nothing more than just chatting with Ding Ji a few more words.
But it's getting late, and now I'm rushing back. When I go back to school, it's almost time for self-study and get out of class, so I can't buy a barbecue.
A little lost.
Ding Ji stayed in the small park until about 11 o'clock, and there was no one around before he jumped down the steps.
Today is not a weekend, and the Dadongs don’t have any audience for their singing, so Liu Jinpeng changed places with them.
Very unscrupulous just sent a message to tell him.
When Ding Ji looked over there, everyone was gone.
He stretched, it was time to go back. Dad was probably still at grandma's house, but if he didn't go back now, grandparents would be anxious.
But when he got home, he was surprised to find that his father had left.
In the room, only the grandfather who hasn't slept is watching TV with a teapot.
Seeing him come in, grandpa poured tea into the cup in front of him: "Are you back?"
"Well." Ding Ji sat beside him, took a sip of tea, and leaned back on the sofa.
"I didn't expect it?" Grandpa said with a smile, "Do you regret not coming back earlier?"
"What do I regret, I don't want to go back to playing." Ding Ji said.
"I persuaded your father to go back," Grandpa patted his leg. "You haven't been to school for two days, haven't you? Go to class tomorrow, go home after school, don't worry about it before the exam, and study hard."
Ding Ji didn't say a word.
"Your parents don't want to take care of you," said the grandfather, "but after all, you are such a smart child, you can study..."
"Don't talk nonsense," Ding Ji interrupted his grandfather, "it's not like that if you're really smart."
"After all, you are such an idiot," Grandpa changed his words without thinking at all, "Why don't you study with peace of mind."
Ding Ji laughed and sighed: "Okay, don't go back and forth, drink your tea, I'm going to bed."
He has to go to school for sure, and he hasn't picked up the newly issued papers this week.
And it was quite early, and when we got to the school, the school gate had not yet opened.
Ding Ji frowned, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. He was still a little confused before waking up, but it disappeared all at once.
"Fuck me?" he said in shock as he stood by the window of the guard's room.
"Why, I read the wrong time?" The uncle of the guard leaned over to the window and asked with a smile.
"Well." Ding Ji was a little discouraged, and set the clock of the mobile phone screensaver back to the digital one.
That's called being smart? Even a pointer table can be wrong.
"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" the uncle asked.
"Eat." Ding Ji replied in a muffled voice.
"Come in," the uncle opened the door. "Many of your senior year students who live on campus have also gotten up and gone to the classroom now."
"Okay, uncle," Ding Ji looked at him. This uncle has only been on duty for two months. "How do you see that I am a senior in high school?"
"I know you, Ding Qi," the uncle said. "There's a picture of you in that window on the bulletin board."
Ding Ji doesn't feel that his name is wrong. He has had many names since elementary school, Ding Qi, Ding Yuqi, Ding Wen, Ding He, and even blind people call him Ding Lin.
He smiled at the uncle and entered the door.
The third row from the bottom of the classroom is a wonderful space.
Even in a school like No. 3 Middle School, which has always struggled with the affiliated high school in the front line of enrollment rate, the last three rows have a unique style.
For example, Shi Xiangyang, Ding Ji's classmate at the same table, was putting a cake on the table and cut it into small pieces with a knife.
Cut repeatedly, it seems that the goal is to cut all the way to a diameter of one centimeter.
Actually this size is very difficult to achieve, the cake is almost crumbled before this.
Anxiety.
Teacher Ho said.
There are always a few people in the back row who are unwilling to rotate their seats, so anxiety is generally deposited heavily in the back row, and it can be seen from left to right.
The one on the left biting his nails doesn't want to worry about it for the time being.
"Ask you a question." Ding Ji took out a set of physics exercises from his schoolbag.
"Yeah." Shi Xiangyang nodded.
Ding Ji picked a simple answer: "Tell me about this topic."
Shi Xiangyang regained a little energy, and after giving him the topic, he ate the cake on the table.
Ding Ji didn't mean to help him, just heard that one of the No. 8 middle school went crazy and slashed seven or eight knives on the same table before the exam.
And Shi Xiangyang is a rectangular strong man with a height and weight of 196.
This is self-help.
Each day is the same length, but the length of the somatosensory time varies.
For example, today, when he was also at school, time passed very quickly, because he had to go back to his "home" at night. If he had legs, he could rush over and grab it for a discount.
In fact, he was still living on campus last semester and was quite comfortable, but his father felt that he was very comfortable and forced him to leave the dormitory and go home.
Most of the time, as soon as you open the door, you can smell the fragrance of the food and see the smiles of your parents, which is good.
Just uncomfortable.
Ding Ji spent too little time with the two of them, and he was barely a familiar stranger, especially in the first two years, when he was not even familiar.
We can see each other once during the Chinese New Year, but the younger the child, the more difficult it is to keep their memories fresh, and the next time we see each other, they will have long forgotten.
"I'm back," Mom shouted from the restaurant, and then turned to greet the aunt who was cooking, "Sister Liu, put the dishes on the table."
Ding Ji threw the schoolbag on the sofa and went to wash his hands.
The dishes on the table are all his favorites, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, five-flavored duck, steamed meat patties and pork rib soup. Every time I go home, it is almost the home of these dishes, plus one or two other dishes to rotate. on.
This menu has not been changed for two or three years. After returning from my parents, I inquired about his favorite dishes from my grandmother.
Ding Ji sometimes doesn't quite understand their brain circuits.
Even if he likes to eat, after two or three years, he should almost vomit.
But when asked what dishes he likes to eat, he can't say.
He's not a picky eater, and he doesn't have any taboos.
For him, there is no particular dish that he likes to eat to improve his relationship. He is just used to eating the dishes made by his grandmother.
"Is it delicious?" Mom asked.
"Well, delicious." Ding Ji nodded.
"Going to school today?" Dad asked.
"Go." Ding Ji replied, burying his head to eat, and seeing in the corner of his eye that both of them were relieved at the same time.
"Still hurry up," Dad said, "I called your teacher He. You have missed too many classes during this time, and your test scores have been dropping several times..."
"Well." Ding Ji responded cooperatively, trying to interrupt him with such a positive attitude.
But without success.
"You've been smart since you were a child," Dad continued, "has always been recognized as a smart kid... Of course, your grades are not bad compared to others, but you can be better, you... "
Ding Ji scooped two spoonfuls of scrambled eggs with tomatoes into the bowl, mixed the rice, lowered his head a few mouthfuls and pulled out the rice, and stood up as soon as the bowl was placed.
"Where to?" Mom looked at him.
"Review." Ding Ji walked to the sofa and picked up his schoolbag.
"You're in a mood again," Dad said.
"Why don't you let the children finish eating?" Sister Liu sighed. "We don't talk about children at the dinner table, they won't eat well."
"He can just listen to us when he eats," the mother also sighed. "Grandpa and grandma are not as long-winded as we are. What happened to this child in the end..."
The moment Ding Ji walked into the house and closed the door, he suddenly increased his strength, and the door slammed shut.
He stood behind the door for a while, then sat down at the desk.
Recently, he has been a little slack. He rubbed his stomach. He just ate too quickly, and he was a little stuck.
However, laziness is the norm, and after a while, he will feel too tired, and he will not be able to do anything except play.
So his grades have been ups and downs.
He lacks perseverance, lacks concentration, and has no efficient way of learning.
Hanger Langdang doesn't want to change yet.
To sum up, he doesn't think he is so smart, and he hates when people say he is smart. He doesn't deserve the word smart at all.
… review it.
He took out a set of comprehensive theory questions from his schoolbag, lay down on the table, and began to do the questions with his arms on his back.
"I didn't eat dinner in the cafeteria today?" Chen Mang looked at Lin Wuyu, "You are getting wilder."
"It's a bit of a headache," Lin Wuyu pressed on his temples, "I'll go out for a walk, and stop by to eat something good."
"Remember to bring it back." Chen Mang explained immediately.
"I might be back early today," Lin Wuyu said, "I won't bring the barbecue."
"We don't pay too much attention to free food, we just need to eat." Chen Mang said.
Lin Wuyu smiled.
When he went to the small park a few days ago, he saw a cute shop across the street called "Dog Du Lai". He didn't bother to cross the street, so he didn't go.
Today, he plans to stroll around to have a look. Maybe there is something delicious, and his head will not hurt after eating.
Possibly there are still dogs.
Lin Wuyu went to the small park with great anticipation.
Dogs come.
It's a small cafe.
There are indeed dogs, three strings, with a small sign hanging around their necks, Liuliu, Langlang, and Dog.
But that's not the point, the point is that all the tables in the store are single tables with a chair.
On the table was the words - Hi, Single Dog.
But the pictures on the wall are all two-person, sweet and greasy photos of couples.
Lin Wuyu felt that he was severely injured, and the dog turned and left without licking.
Head throbbing pain.
Lin Wuyu bought a box of painkillers at a pharmacy next to the small square. When he crossed the square and wanted to go to the opposite supermarket to buy a bottle of water and take medicine, he saw a chicken on the steps... Ding Ji.
"So coincidental?" Ding Ji raised his left eyebrow.
Today, there is no deceitful assistant next to Ding Ji, and there is no fool to send him to the door. He is the only one.
"I don't think I will come?" Lin Wuyu still had a headache and didn't stop.
"No," Ding Ji looked at him, "If I want to, I'll bring you a bottle of water."
Lin Wuyu glanced at him and stopped.
"Headache?" Ding Ji asked, a smile on the corner of his mouth, a little smug.
Lin Wuyu didn't speak, and looked back at the direction he came from.
"I have water here," Ding Ji took out a large glass bottle from behind, "but I just drank it..."
"I guess." Lin Wuyu said.
"Huh?" Ding Ji was stunned.
"You saw it when I left last time. Most of the time I went back to my residence, which means that I live in the direction of..." He pointed behind Ding Ji, "over there."
Ding Ji held the big glass bottle and didn't speak.
"But today I came from the opposite direction. When I came here, I pressed my temples about three times. It might be a headache, and it's quite serious." Lin Wuyu rubbed his temples again, "So I might go buy medicine to relieve the pain, little one. There's only one pharmacy around the square... If you didn't see me coming, it probably wouldn't matter."
Ding Ji remained silent and looked at him.
"Actually, to be on the safe side, it's more appropriate to ask if it's a headache first. After all, I can ask the person in the pharmacy for a glass of water to take medicine," Lin Wuyu thought for a while, "but it's more effective to talk about the water first, anyway. If it's wrong, there's still a headache, even if it's wrong, it's fine, I don't know you."
"Your uncle." Ding Ji said.
"Did you guess right?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"That's right." Ding Ji said.
"Water." Lin Wuyu stretched out his hand.
Ding Ji handed him the large glass bottle in his hand.