There was no sound in the house.
This is not the first time Ding Ji has cried in front of Lin Wuyu, but this time he cried reluctantly, he clearly didn't intend to cry, but now he is like a fool.
Lin Wuyu was stunned by his sudden cry, and he didn't know whether to extend or retract his raised hand, and he looked like a wax figure.
Ding Ji really didn't expect that he would have such a fucking reaction at such a critical moment. Before continuing to be embarrassed and crying even more, he turned around and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
"Ding Ji?" Lin Wuyu immediately followed.
Ding Ji quickly locked the door.
Lin Wuyu knocked on the door a few times: "Ding Ji, what are you doing?"
He didn't say anything, just stared at himself in front of the mirror.
I really envy Lin Wuyu, her eyes are not red when she sheds tears.
He just howled, and now his eyes were all red, and his nose was red, and he looked particularly miserable, as if he had suffered some misfortune.
… there is nothing wrong with that either.
Unfortunate enough.
Ding Ji turned around and walked to the sink, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and turned on the faucet. In order to prevent Lin Wuyu from hearing that he was washing his face because he was crying, he turned the water very low.
After washing his face, he lifted and looked at himself in the mirror, still a little uncomfortable.
"Ding Ji!" Lin Wuyu's knock on the door was louder and more urgent, "What are you doing? Speak up!"
Make a fart!
Ding Ji gritted his teeth, he knew that he would still cry whenever he made a sound at the moment. He had this virtue since he was a child, he knew himself too well, and his grandmother always made him cry whenever he wanted to, he couldn't even hold back. live.
"Ding Ji!" Lin Wuyu continued to pat the door, "I'm violent!"
Violent chant, you have the ability to unscrew the lock.
Ding Ji took a breath.
The longer the time dragged on, the more he thought about it, the less he could open the door and face Lin Wuyu. He no longer knew how to end this situation.
Lin Wuyu really twisted the door lock, but only locked it twice before it stopped.
The most conscientious part of this landlord is the door lock. The bathroom lock is not the kind of ball lock that can be twisted with a forceful twist. It has a curved handle and is particularly strong.
Ding Ji took a breath and wanted to sort out his emotions. He couldn't spend all night in the bathroom and would have to go out.
What to say, what to do, what Lin Wuyu thinks, should we talk about it
He has to sort it out.
Two seconds later, Lin Wuyu patted the door again: "Ding Ji!"
Ding Ji turned his head and looked at the door without saying a word.
He's just embarrassed, uncomfortable, and he doesn't want to hear anything from himself.
"Don't stand by the door." Lin Wuyu said.
To kick the door
Ding Ji was stunned, and subconsciously stepped aside.
If you kick the door, the loss will be a little big. Just this lock may break the door cover. Even if the door cover and the door are completely replaced, how can it cost one or two thousand
…whose money is this
Will it be counted in the money he owes Lin Wuyu
Ding Ji became nervous, Lin Wuyu could really do such a thing.
"Lin..." He opened his mouth towards the door.
Before he could say a word, there was a loud bang on the bathroom door.
Chuck!
Although he was mentally prepared, Ding Ji was still startled, this movement was not a kick at the door, it was... a door!
A crack appeared in the bathroom door, and a kitchen knife was stuck in the crack.
"Me?" Ding Ji was stunned.
Then the kitchen knife disappeared into the crack.
Ding Ji took a step forward and wanted to see what was going on.
Crack clap clap!
The kitchen knife appeared on the door again, and there was one more crack.
Ding Ji suddenly felt a little refreshed, just like this squeaking sound, the feeling of being smashed with a knife.
The kitchen knife disappeared again.
While waiting for Lin Wuyu to split the third knife, the door made a different movement.
Choking!
Lin Wuyu's fist smashed in between the two split cracks, and the fist was wrapped in a circle of kitchen grease... After smashing in, he shook his hand, shook off the kitchen paper, and then unscrewed it from the inside. the door lock.
He's a very particular student, and he even smashes the door and wraps his hands... Damn it! Lin Wuyu is coming in!
After Ding Ji reacted, everything began to solidify from head to toe, from hair to fine hair.
Lin Wuyu opened the door, looked at him and asked, "Are you all right?"
Ding Ji shook his head.
"Why didn't you make a sound?" Lin Wuyu twitched his hand, but it got stuck in the crack and didn't pull it out.
Ding Ji didn't speak, just sniffed.
"Why are you crying?" Lin Wuyu twitched his hand again, but his hand was still stuck and didn't move.
The quality of this door is also good. Although it was split and punched, it only opened a mouth, and no holes were punched. It is OK to get in, but it is difficult to get out.
This made Ding Ji think of a chainsaw.
Because he didn't dare to watch the whole movie, he took a breather and ran to see a post on the Complete Book of Chainsaw Horrors... Suddenly, hairs on his back.
"...Don't cry for now," Lin Wuyu put his other hand behind the door and pulled the cracked wood, "Do me a favor."
"Ah." Ding Ji snapped back to his senses and rushed over in two steps.
Holding the wood and pulling it up, Lin Wuyu's hand finally pulled back.
Then the scene froze again.
Ding Ji held onto the wood and didn't let go, as if this was his last life-saving straw.
Lin Wuyu grabbed his wrist and pulled it twice, but he didn't pull, so he sighed, "It's alright."
Ding Ji looked up at him.
"It's alright," Lin Wuyu patted his arm lightly, "You... I'll go out for a spin first, will you be alone for a while?"
Ding Ji was stunned.
He really didn't expect Lin Wuyu to say that.
This suggestion is actually quite good. He felt uncomfortable all over because of Lin Wuyu's appearance. He was neither sitting nor crying, nor crying, nor could he hold back his voice, nor could he be silent and embarrassed.
But if Lin Wuyu really turned around and went out now, the room would return to the state where he was alone for the past few days, but he couldn't bear it.
"No," he said.
"Okay then," Lin Wuyu thought for a while, then stretched out his arms to hug him, "Are you going to cry? I can pretend not to know."
This hug and the breath of Lin Wuyu in this hug made Ding Ji feel sour for a while.
He and Lin Wuyu hugged more than once, but this time it was a completely different feeling.
Unwilling.
Awkward.
But also reluctant to push away.
He lowered his head and put his eyes on Lin Wuyu's shoulder, took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
But when he exhaled slowly, his tears poured out again.
In the second half of the breath, he couldn't spit out, and it turned into a cry.
And because he was exhaling, he even felt as if he was crying with an "Ow", like a fool.
Lin Wuyu didn't speak any more, and kept clapping his hands behind Ding Ji's back.
Apart from this soothing action, he couldn't think of anything else to do, after all Ding Ji's reaction was something he didn't expect at all.
He even thought about whether Ding Ji would have left with his luggage when he came back.
Should he call and ask or just leave it alone.
Or as soon as the door is opened, Ding Ji will punch him in the face, should he take that punch or escape...
I just didn't expect Ding Ji to cry.
So sad to cry.
Lin Wuyu's timing is usually very accurate, but today Ding Ji cried like this, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't have the heart to think how long Ding Ji had been crying.
All I know is that in the end Ding Ji lost his voice, and lowered his head and pressed his shoulders for at least five minutes before finally raising his head.
He loosened his arm around Ding Ji, and before he could see Ding Ji's face clearly, Ding Ji had already turned around, turned on the faucet of the sink, and splashed water on his face.
"I'm sorry." Ding Ji turned off the faucet, propped himself against the edge of the pool, and sniffed.
"Are you hungry?" Lin Wuyu asked, "The red bean cake may still be hot."
"Well." Ding Ji replied with a heavy nasal voice.
Lin Wuyu quickly turned around and went to the living room, took out a box of red bean cakes from the bag, opened the lid and tapped a cake with his fingers.
Found out that the cake was cold.
"It's not hot," Ding Ji walked out with a watery face, "It took so long to come back all the way."
"It was still hot when I got downstairs," Lin Wuyu smiled, "I just made it when I bought it."
"Blame me?" Ding Ji stretched out his hand and took a pie, took a bite, "I cried for too long, and it made the pie cry, right?"
"No," Lin Wuyu said, "the air conditioner is blowing cool, just below the vent."
Ding Ji glanced at him and sniffed again.
Lin Wuyu took a tissue and handed it to him.
Ding Ji turned his head: "No."
"Your hands are wet," Lin Wuyu said, "Should I go to the hospital to change the medicine?"
"I went to the community hospital for stitches," Ding Ji said. "I took a bunch of medicine and came back and changed it myself. The doctor said it wasn't too deep."
"Needle?" Lin Wuyu was startled, "So serious?"
"Two stitches, it will be almost healed before school starts," Ding Ji took another cake, "It's quite delicious."
"Well, many people buy it." Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji didn't speak, and the two put the cake into his mouth.
"Change the medicine," Lin Wuyu said, "don't get infected."
Changing medicines is a good thing.
At least it can make them less awkward, don't know how to speak, and can't stop talking.
Changing the medicine is fine.
Ding Ji sat beside the coffee table and put his hand on it: "Bring a plate and pick it up."
Lin Wuyu hesitated for a while, then went to the kitchen to get a plate and put it under Ding Ji's hand.
"Take it apart, pour the water in the transparent bottle, pour it, and then spray the contents of the white bottle and wrap it up." Ding Ji instructed him, "That's what the doctor did."
"I'm coming?" Lin Wuyu bent down and looked at his hand.
"Why don't I come?" Ding Ji asked.
"Okay, I'll come." Lin Wuyu gritted his teeth, reached out and squeezed the tape on Ding Ji's hand, pulled it lightly, and pulled off the tape that had been wrapped twice.
When he opened the wet gauze and saw Ding Ji's wound, he frowned: "How did it get like this... What are you doing with the knife?"
"I don't know." Ding Ji muffled his voice.
Are you angry
Lin Wuyu didn't dare to ask, at this time, Ding Ji was so sensitive as if there were nerves in his hair, and he had to pay great attention to what he said.
Ding Ji often went to the kitchen to help his grandmother, and he would definitely not make such a serious mistake in the hand of the kitchen knife. Even a person like him who can't even shoot cucumbers would not let the kitchen knife cut his palm.
Ding Ji said that he slapped the knife, it should really be a slap on the blade.
Is it angry.
Lin Wuyu felt a little distressed.
why are you mad
Because of the reaction, I ate coriander stuffed dumplings for several months
Or is it because the coriander-stuffed dumplings let him know what he ate in this way...
When he picked up the transparent bottle and poured it onto the wound according to Ding Ji's request, his hands were shaking a little. Although the wound was sewn up, blood was still seeping, and it looked a little horrible.
"I'm down." Lin Wuyu reminded him that the bottle should be alcohol.
"It doesn't hurt, the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet," Ding Ji said, "The doctor is really ruthless, the anesthesia needle stabbed the wound directly, and I screamed in pain, and the children at the door made me cry. "
Lin Wuyu smiled and poured a small half bottle of alcohol on the wound: "Is it alright?"
"Well," Ding Ji nodded, "Dip a cotton ball on it, and then spray it. It seems to stick to the wound without cracking."
"Okay." Lin Wuyu picked up a cotton ball and was careful not to let his hand touch Ding Ji's wound.
After dipping, spray the healing agent again, and this is the job done.
It's much easier to wrap the gauze, wrap it a few times, and stick it in place with tape.
"Okay," Lin Wuyu glanced at the plate, the red alcohol inside looked a little scary, "this plate..."
"Throw it away." Ding Ji frowned.
"Next time, get a plastic bag and forget about it," Lin Wuyu said, "there are only four plates in total, only enough to change four times."
Ding Ji was stunned for a while: "Isn't this a plate specially used for changing medicines?"
"...That's right." Lin Wuyu was also stunned.
"How did you become a scholar?" Ding Ji asked.
"Are you still a child prodigy?" Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji paused for a while, then leaned back on the chair and laughed.
Lin Wuyu washed the dishes and put them under the coffee table, saving them for the next medicine change.
Ding Ji looked better than before, and the expression on his face was much more relaxed.
Lin Wuyu decided that at least tonight, he could no longer mention the reason for his injury, nor the reason why he left blank.
"I see chicken wings and salted eggs in the kitchen," Lin Wuyu said, "Do you want to make chicken wings?"
"Well," Ding Ji sighed, "it can't be done now."
"Or..." Lin Wuyu walked to the door of the kitchen and looked at it, "You don't need to cut or chop the chicken wings. You can tell me how to do it, and I'll do it."
"Okay." Ding Ji nodded, stood up, and started to recite the recipe, "Wash the chicken wings, drain water and cut them with a knife to make it easy to taste, crush the salted egg yolk and add about one egg yolk to the chicken wings, add ginger slices, cooking wine and soy sauce. Grab it and marinate for half an hour, wrap it in dry starch, and fry it in a pan over medium heat until golden brown…”
"The children next door are crying." Lin Wuyu said.
"I'll just say it again," Ding Ji looked at him, "Listen well."
"Continue." Lin Wuyu nodded.
"Cover the lid and simmer for five minutes, then take it out, put a small amount of oil in the pot again, fry the salted egg yolk until bubbling, pour in the chicken wings and stir," Ding Ji said.
"That's it?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Did you remember it?" Ding Ji asked.
"Give me five minutes and I can recite it for you backwards." Lin Wuyu turned around and entered the kitchen.
Ding Ji smiled and sat in the living room without moving.
He believed it backwards, it shouldn't be a particularly difficult thing for Lin Wuyu, after all, the Jade Emperor had the brains of the emperor.
But the whole process of doing this must be completed. It is not easy for a person who can't even shoot cucumbers.
Anyway, the few people in their class who said they wanted to do it today all failed. Some were fried black, some were simmered, and one was so beautiful that the whole process was done, and it was bloodshot after a bite. I don't know how to do it. of.
Lin Wuyu was doomed to fail.
Ding Ji felt a little pleasure of revenge, and felt a lot more comfortable.
After a few minutes, he could even get up and stand by the kitchen door, watching Lin Wuyu work clumsily.
Lin Wuyu was wearing an apron of Wuchang rice, and was standing by the counter looking at the salted eggs being boiled in the pot.
"You actually know that this salted duck egg is raw?" Ding Ji said, "I thought you would think it was boiled."
"I really thought so." Lin Wuyu kicked the trash can in front of him.
Ding Ji glanced inside, and a salted duck egg that had been cracked was lying in it: "Just throw it away?"
"What if you don't throw it away?" Lin Wuyu said.
"Steamed and eaten, brother Wuyu!" Ding Ji shouted.
Lin Wuyu glanced at him.
Ding Ji lost his voice.
Brother Wuyu.
This was a very normal name originally, he was in a very good mood, and when he looked at Lin Wuyu was very interesting, he liked to call it that.
But at this moment, the Wuyu brother called out, and suddenly it felt like he had been stripped naked.
"I just changed the garbage bag, I haven't thrown anything else yet," Lin Wuyu said, "Would you like to take it out?"
Ding Ji looked at him, and it took a long time before he said, "Do you have such a good appetite?"
"Then don't take it." Lin Wuyu continued to stare at the pot.
Ding Ji watched for a while, couldn't help it, and asked again, "Are you single-threaded?"
"Huh?" Lin Wuyu glanced at him, "Oh!"
Then I picked up the chicken wings and started cutting the flower knife... In fact, I just made a few cuts on it.
It can be seen that Lin Wuyu is also a little absent-minded, such a basic arrangement needs his reminder.
Ding Ji stopped talking and leaned against the door in silence.
He couldn't tell what Lin Wuyu was thinking, Lin Wuyu rarely showed his emotions, especially when he was emotional, he was used to looking at people, but every time he looked at Lin Wuyu, it was a little hard.
He reached into his trouser pocket and felt it.
Grandma's copper coins are still in it.
Gotta figure it out.
… what is it
What is Lin Wuyu thinking? It certainly doesn't count.
Is it Lin Wuyu's feelings
Or is it his own feelings
Or figure out what will be the direction of his relationship with Lin Wuyu after today
Ding Ji squeezed the copper coins in his pocket and turned to go back to the living room.
"Don't watch?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Does it look good?" Ding Ji said.
"Then where are you going?" Lin Wuyu turned to look at him.
"Don't worry, I'm... ok now." Ding Ji felt that the back of his head was a little tight, and he couldn't talk to Lin Wuyu about topics other than making chicken wings at this moment, so he could only hurry away, "I don't want to. talk to you."
"Oh," Lin Wuyu responded behind him, "then do you want to eat with me?"
"You should cook that dish of yours first!" Ding Ji shouted.
"Golden to frying, put it in a small medium pot, heat it to seven or six warm oil..." Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji was stunned for a while, and it took a few seconds to realize that this was what he said before backing him up.
Neuropathy!