Lin Wuyu felt that the two muscles in his back were about to break, so he stopped his body from dodging backwards conditioned reflexively because of Ding Ji's sudden embrace.
It took another thousandth of a second of hesitation. Before Ding Ji felt embarrassed, he reached out and hugged him, and patted him twice on the back: "You're welcome."
Ding Ji sighed and let go of his arm: "Aren't you too polite?"
"Thank you first." Lin Wuyu said.
"Your craft of kneading plasticine looks like the kind of dumpling that can break a pot," Ding Ji looked at the little black chicken in his palm, "You can make one in just a few days... Just a hint, you can almost guess it. It's not easy for something to come."
"Are you boasting or hurting?" Lin Wuyu looked at him.
"I want to boast but I can't help but hurt," Ding Ji smiled. "It's really... It's too ugly. You don't make a polygonal dough when you roll it, right?"
"Then you can change it." Lin Wuyu smiled.
"No," Ding Ji said, "it's not your job to change it. I'll let my grandma take a look."
Ding Ji took the plasticine chicken to the kitchen, and then Lin Wuyu heard grandma's laughter.
"Oh, little fairy, this skill," Grandma shouted happily, "Look at the old man, can you see what it is?"
"Sesame dumplings?" Grandpa said.
Lin Wuyu couldn't hold back, and laughed along with him in the room.
"It's a chicken! I didn't expect it!" Grandma was very proud.
When Lin Wuyu walked to the living room with a smile, she added: "Look, it's still a black chicken."
Ding Ji burst into a wild laugh in an instant, and fell on the sofa directly clutching his stomach.
Lin Wuyu couldn't help laughing a little. He sat on the armrest of the sofa, and laughed until tears came out. He lowered his head and wiped his eyes.
"Hey..." Ding Ji laughed for a long time, and finally slowed down. When he sat up slowly, his face flushed. He leaned over to Lin Wuyu and whispered, "Well, my grandma didn't mean to laugh at you..."
"I know." Lin Wuyu couldn't help but laugh for a while.
"I still have a question," Ding Ji looked at the little black chicken, "you say you can send me chickens, I don't care if you send them one by one, I just want to ask, why is it? Is it black?"
"I think it's dark... Cooler," Lin Wuyu said, "Aren't you a fake tyrant in a small square?"
"What bully?" Ding Ji asked.
"The small square is a big one." Lin Wuyu corrected his statement.
"... Fake it, I don't care about you," Ding Ji waved his hand and walked to his room with the little black chicken, "The red one is the cockscomb, and the yellow one is the chicken mouth, right?"
"Well." Lin Wuyu followed him.
"Where are the two green lumps?" Ding Ji entered the room and placed the black-bone chicken next to the serious little mud chicken. In contrast, he had hinted that the plasticine chicken could still be guessed as a black-bone chicken, but he couldn't find it again. As a trace of a chicken.
"Wings or... eyes." Lin Wuyu looked around the room, but did not see the small bookshelf made by Ding Ji.
"Can these two still share?" Ding Ji was a little surprised.
"I originally wanted to make wings, but it was too close, and it would be too crowded to make eyes," Lin Wuyu gestured, "so we shared it, anyway, it's just one The circle, the body and the head are shared, and of course the eyes and wings are shared."
"Okay, it's really reasonable," Ding Ji nodded, "Look at the bookshelf? It's done."
"Okay," Lin Wuyu said, "Where is it?"
"Rooftop, what about polishing, don't you think I'm going to do carpentry work in the house?" Ding Ji said.
The small bookshelf is placed in grandpa's enclosure, and the big parasol is tied up with rope in circles and supported by the side, and an advertisement of an ice cream is printed on the umbrella.
"The umbrella is good." Lin Wuyu said.
"The popsicles are delivered by wholesalers downstairs," Ding Ji went over and carried the small bookshelf to the table, "Look at my craftsmanship."
Lin Wuyu walked to the table, reached out and touched the small bookshelf.
Compared with the small bench he saw in Ding Ji's house before, this bookshelf was not made by one person. The contrast was as strong as the black chicken he made and the serious little mud chicken.
"You..." Lin Wuyu bent down and looked at every detail of the bookshelf carefully, "It's really unexpected."
The shape of the bookshelf is the most common one, with three layers of partitions, but all the wooden edges and corners are rounded, smooth to the touch with a thin resistance, and a row of backboards on the top layer is also made. wavy shape.
The most difficult part should be the lower drawer. Lin Wuyu did not expect that there would be a drawer. The right half of the lowermost partition was a small drawer with a lock. When he pulled it out, he saw that the track was just a wooden groove and thin wooden lines. Buckle, but it is quite smooth when pushed and pulled.
"This drawer can't hold anything, I just think a bare shelf is a bit monotonous." Ding Ji said.
"Is this shelf useless?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Yeah, but I used glue," Ding Ji said. "The level is not enough, and some places won't stick tightly without glue, so I keep it here to disperse the smell."
"It doesn't smell anything now." Lin Wuyu flicked his fingers on the shelf twice.
"Do you like it?" Ding Ji asked.
"Don't ask this kind of nonsense," Lin Wuyu smiled, "Of course I like it, can I take it with me tomorrow?"
"... Don't," Ding Ji hesitated, "You are alone, carrying a shelf... Wouldn't it be a bit strange?"
"You mean that you and your little uncle will be weird if you are alone?" Lin Wuyu asked.
Ding Ji laughed: "Damn, whatever you want, but there is a little secret on top of it, you haven't discovered it yet, and I don't know how long it will take to find out."
"One second." Lin Wuyu picked up the shelf, turned it over, and found a few small characters branded under the bottom shelf of the shelf.
Little prodigy, a certain summer.
Lin Wuyu had only seen the words of Xiao Ding Ji on the palmistry book, and when Ding Ji was doing fortune-telling, he wrote randomly on the paper, and this was the first time he saw Ding Ji's serious writing.
Surprisingly handsome.
"It's a good word," Ding Ji said, "although it's not as good as yours."
Lin Wuyu glanced at him.
"When you were studying in the hospital before, I read your paper." Ding Ji said.
"That's all written casually." Lin Wuyu said.
"Don't fly with one hand!" Ding Ji said, "Be modest and die."
"I don't take facts to be humble." Lin Wuyu said.
"Okay," Ding Ji gave him a thumbs up, "I just like you."
Grandma made a large table of dishes, and Lin Wuyu was able to serve dishes and chopsticks with Ding Ji freely, and to have a few words with grandparents, which made him feel very relaxed.
"It would be nice for you two to be in the same school," Grandma said, "and take care of each other."
"We are a major," Ding Ji said. "A school can't really take care of it. The school is so big."
"You take care of the little fairy, and you can help me with anything," said grandma. "You have been dizzy outside since you were a child. The little fairy looks like a good child, and you can't even shoot a cucumber."
"...Grandma, I won't." Lin Wuyu sighed, a plate of cucumbers probably made grandma put him directly in the waste category.
"Everyone can fly a small plane to make money," Grandpa said. "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
"What's wrong with flying a small plane? Flying a small plane doesn't mean that you can take care of yourself in life!" Grandma said, "Take care of it. Although Xiao Ji doesn't fly a plane, he won't die even if you throw him out."
"Yes," Grandpa nodded in agreement, "If it's useless, it's still Pengpeng."
"No." Grandma nodded.
Lin Wuyu laughed, Liu Jinpeng really had a hard life, he was beaten with Ding Ji since he was a child, and he was always trampled.
"You are going too far," Ding Ji said. "Ren Pengpeng is doing well in the class now and earns a lot of money a month."
"He's not here yet," said grandma. "I'll praise him again when he's here. Remember to ask him to come over for dinner when he's off work. The last time he said he wanted oil cakes, I even bought noodles and he wouldn't come!"
"I scold him!" Ding Ji said.
"What kind of oil cake?" Although Lin Wuyu was eating ribs, he was still a little greedy when he heard the oil cake.
"The fried pancake has red bean filling in it," Ding Ji gestured. "It's just as small as it is, and when it's fried, it can become so big, the skin is crispy, and the inside is fragrant and soft."
"...Oh," Lin Wuyu resisted the urge to swallow and took a mouthful of rice, "Is it delicious?"
"It must be delicious," Ding Ji smiled and leaned beside him, whispering, "It's not difficult to make, please beg grandma, she will be able to make it for you early tomorrow."
Lin Wuyu hesitated for a while, and was too embarrassed to speak.
"It's alright," Ding Ji touched him with his arm, "it's not an unreasonable requirement in our family."
"Grandma." Lin Wuyu called grandma.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Grandma looked at him.
Lin Wuyu couldn't say anymore, this is Ding Ji's grandmother, not his grandmother, and he and the old lady haven't met a few times...
"Ouch," Ding Ji patted the table, "he wants to eat oil pancakes! Make it for him tomorrow morning?"
"Okay," said grandma, "it's okay to fry both of them now, and it's not troublesome, this kid..."
"No, no, no," Lin Wuyu was startled, and quickly waved his hand, "No need now, as for the dishes on this big table, grandma will fry me pancakes tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Grandma nodded with a smile.
Ding Ji looked at Lin Wuyu with a smile, and said softly: "How is it? Does it feel good to ask?"
"Cool." Lin Wuyu smiled.
Ding Ji always felt that Lin Wuyu was confident and arrogant in many things, but this kind of "official" request with no "exchange conditions" seemed to be a very difficult thing for Lin Wuyu to speak. Like a child who did something wrong.
After making a request to grandma and getting permission, Lin Wuyu ate more than usual, as if to express his love for grandma's food. Although grandma's food was indeed delicious, Lin Wuyu's sudden increase in food intake, Still, Ding Ji couldn't bear it, and before Lin Wuyu finished eating, he got up and took away Lin Wuyu's bowl.
"What are you doing!" Grandma glared at him, "There are still people who are not allowed to eat!"
"I have eaten three bowls of rice alone, and I have eaten so many dishes..." Ding Ji frowned.
"I've run out of money, right?" Grandma said, "I've run out of your rice bowl, right?"
"I can't eat it," Lin Wuyu covered his stomach with one hand and shook his grandma with the other, "I'm really..."
Then hiccup.
"Did you see it?" Ding Ji clicked his tongue, "He'll have to blow up a scoop if he takes another bite!"
"This mouth!" Grandpa pointed at him.
"Hey," Lin Wuyu laughed, "don't make me laugh, my stomach hurts."
After cleaning up the table, Lin Wuyu took on the tasks of washing dishes, moving tables and chairs to digest food, but it didn't help much, so Ding Ji went out with him for seven or eight laps, and this was considered a relief. .
"I feel like I won't be able to eat pancakes tomorrow morning." Lin Wuyu said.
"It's like a mentally retarded." Ding Ji said, "The academic gods in your affiliated high school are so promising."
"Don't be jealous," Lin Wuyu said, "This time, the top 50 of the third middle school can't compete in the middle school, and the second place in the top spot is all in the middle school."
"Hey, I want to ask, who is the second?" Ding Ji said, "Do you know him?"
"Xu Tianbo," Lin Wuyu said, "the dormitory next to us is my best friend at school."
"It's just one point away," Ding Ji tutted, "I just need to answer any of the multiple-choice questions."
"Your multiple-choice questions may be all right." Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji laughed: "Damn."
"To be honest, you really deserve the title of "Little Prodigy," Lin Wuyu looked at him, "Although Xu Tianbo is not a nerd-type scholar, he has always been very serious, studying when he is not playing games, and finally You are one point less than him, it should be him who is depressed."
"Is he depressed?" Ding Ji asked.
"I don't know," Lin Wuyu smiled, "Let's ask at the beginning of school, he signed up for the aerospace project next door to us."
"You still have a familiar classmate," Ding Ji said with a frown, "I don't even know about our school..."
"Aren't you familiar with me?" Lin Wuyu said, "We both have the same major, so what do you care about your classmates."
"... Yes." Ding Ji nodded, suddenly relieved, "If you change your mind in the end, I guess I will be a little depressed."
"I won't tell you if I haven't made up my mind." Lin Wuyu pinched on his shoulder.
Tonight, Lin Wuyu probably ate too much and had difficulty moving. He slept quite honestly all night. He didn't shake his arms or kick his legs, he just slept with the pillow on the ground.
When Ding Ji got up in the morning, he saw Lin Wuyu's head on his pillow.
"Can you get a sleeping bag to sleep in later?" Ding Ji pushed him.
"What time is it?" Lin Wuyu sat up suddenly.
"Your alarm clock just went off." Ding Ji said, "Suddenly, my grandmother said that getting up like this is easy to kill, and getting up slowly."
Lin Wuyu didn't speak, lay back again and closed his eyes.
Before Ding Ji asked him what he wanted to do, he opened his eyes again, stretched his waist, and then sat up at an extremely slow motion for at least ten seconds.
While rubbing against the bed in slow motion, he said, "This should give me a few more days to live."
Ding Ji laughed for a long time: "neuropathy."
Grandma has already made the oil cakes and cooked a pot of porridge. Grandpa went out and bought a pot of soy milk.
The oil cake is really delicious, with a crisp and soft outer skin, and a translucent soft glutinous dough cake wrapped in red bean filling, Lin Wuyu bit into it and felt his mood lifted.
"Is it delicious?" Grandma asked.
"Yeah." Lin Wuyu nodded.
"Eat two more," Grandma said. "This one won't be so crispy after a while. I can't let you take it in the car. Now eat more."
"I had diarrhea in the car for a while." Ding Ji dragged Lin Wuyu's luggage out.
"Where's the bookshelf?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Are you ready to take it?" Ding Ji said, "There are two boxes here, let's add another shelf..."
"It's easy to take." Lin Wuyu said.
"Okay." Ding Ji turned back and took out the small bookshelf, "This drawer has to be stuffed into the bag."
When I got to the station, the time was almost right, and I could get in in five minutes.
Ding Ji put the suitcase he was holding to Lin Wuyu's hand: "Then pay attention to safety on the road."
"Well," Lin Wuyu carried a backpack, dragged the luggage in one hand, and carried the bookshelf in the other, and seemed to come over as expected, "Go back, don't stand here."
"It's okay," Ding Ji said, "it's not a few minutes away."
Lin Wuyu didn't speak any more, the two of them looked at each other as a team.
Usually the two of them can talk a lot, even if Lin Wuyu doesn't say anything, Ding Ji can still find a topic, but now he suddenly has nothing to say.
After being silent for a while, Ding Ji felt a little embarrassed and said, "Aren't you going to line up?"
"It's the last batch right now," Lin Wuyu said. "There is no difference between arranging and not arranging."
"Well." Ding Ji responded.
No more words.
Lin Wuyu glanced at him: "Go back, we are standing like this, I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Huh?" Ding Ji was stunned.
"It's just the feeling of seeing off," Lin Wuyu said, "It seems like I'll have to leave for ten years, and I'll be at a loss for life and death..."
"Did you think too much?" Ding Ji said.
"This is the first time someone has sent me a station, and I'm not quite used to it." Lin Wuyu smiled.
"That's fine," Ding Ji thought for a while, "I'll be in the station immediately, and send me a message when I get there."
"Okay." Lin Wuyu nodded.
"Then I'm leaving." Ding Ji waved at him and turned around.
"Ding Ji." Lin Wuyu stopped him again.
Ding Ji turned back, Lin Wuyu handed a lollipop over: "I didn't expect it."
"...I didn't expect this!" Ding Ji laughed, "What are you proud of?"
"Let's go." Lin Wuyu waved.
Ding Ji put the lollipop in his mouth, waved his hand, turned and walked towards the exit.
He didn't look back, Lin Wuyu didn't say that he didn't pay attention, and after saying it, he now has a strong feeling of reluctance for no reason.
Liu Jinpeng said before that the station is a particularly magical place. Anyone who stops there and looks at the person next to them will feel parted immediately.
Now he can feel it.
A spontaneous parting.
It was only a month at most, so he went too. He had the same major as Lin Wuyu, and maybe he could still be in the same dormitory, but at the moment, this feeling is still lingering.