Lin Wuyu looked at the elevator slowly descending from the top floor, and was so anxious that he wanted to open the door and go in and shout to the elevator. The elevator stopped for a while when it reached the second floor, which was incredible.
"I really can't understand people who get off the elevator from the second floor," Liu Jinpeng said. "Even if the elevator is on the second floor, the time it takes to open and close the door is enough for you to get down..."
The elevator door opened, and an aunt came out and glanced at them both.
Lin Wuyu quickly got into the elevator, Liu Jinpeng followed behind him.
Although there were only the two of them in the elevator, he still felt that Liu Jinpeng was dressed to squeeze in, like a mountain carved out of a patrol, and the elevator was full as soon as he entered.
"Don't be impulsive for a while, knock on the door first," Lin Wuyu said, "that is, he came to find Ding Ji to go out to play."
"Knock on the door will definitely knock, but at such a time, he pretends to say something to go out to play... His father knew that he was not here to find someone, but to fight, right?" Liu Jinpeng said.
"That has to be said," Lin Wuyu said, "Let's just say that, what he thinks is all his guess."
"So meticulous." Liu Jinpeng glanced at him.
"You still have to help Ding Ji think about it," Lin Wuyu also glanced at him, "How can you pronounce the word meticulously right?"
"Look at me," Liu Jinpeng said. "Just because I didn't fucking go to college doesn't mean I didn't go to school."
Lin Wuyu smiled.
"You can still laugh?" Liu Jinpeng said with some admiration.
"Then go up crying," Lin Wuyu sighed, "Actually, I was so nervous that my temples jumped up."
"I was so nervous that the back of my neck jumped." Liu Jinpeng said.
"That's because your clothes are too heavy." Lin Wuyu said.
"Fart." Liu Jinpeng grabbed the leather monkey and lifted it up, then moved his neck, "it seems like... hey, it's here, it's coming..."
Lin Wuyu had never done such an outrageous thing at such a young age, so he was very nervous. Liu Jinpeng's call was completely unnecessary as if the elevator would not stop, and he almost wanted to press another floor and go out. Find a toilet first.
"Control your emotions, don't make noise if you can, and try to avoid it as much as possible." Lin Wuyu stepped out of the elevator.
"Well," Liu Jinpeng Chao came in front of him, "I'm knocking on the door. Everyone in his family knows me. If you open the door and see you, you'll know what's going on right away, and there will be no buffer at all."
"Okay." Lin Wuyu nodded.
"What kind of chicken do you keep?" Grandma asked my aunt.
"Who knows, native chicken, big breeder, black-bone chicken, pheasant," the aunt looked at her brother with a displeased expression, "your son has to let you see it, you ask him to explain it to you."
Ding Ji broke the last door blocking his exit and stepped out of the bedroom.
At this miraculous critical moment, he first yelled and then broke out of the door, but no one stopped him, neither his parents moved.
Like a frozen space.
It wasn't until he kicked away a wooden board beside his feet and rushed towards Dad with his eyes wide open that the aunt rushed over and hugged him: "Ding Ji, what are you doing!"
"You!" Ding Ji looked at his father, "Find my things?"
Dad frowned: "You just throw your clothes on the sofa, your mother takes it and hangs it up, and it falls out!"
Ding Ji believed this sentence intuitively. He knew that his mother would pick up the clothes thrown on the sofa, but no matter whether he got the chicken raising manual intentionally or not, he could not accept that his father gave it to his grandmother.
"Can't you put it back!" Ding Ji stared at him, his voice a little broken, "Can you just take it and turn it over when it falls out!"
"A dog tag, still afraid of people looking at it?" Dad said.
"Not being afraid of being seen and being able to be seen casually are two different things!" Ding Ji roared.
"Little Ji! Calm down!" The aunt pushed him against the wall with difficulty, and finally held him with all her strength and pressed him against the wall.
"Xiao Ji, don't shout, don't shout," Grandma walked over quickly, and grabbed his face, her hands shaking violently, "Don't be angry, don't be angry... Why is your face so ugly? I didn't give you anything to eat, right? Didn't you sleep well, did you?"
"I ate and fell asleep," Ding Ji grabbed grandma's hand, "I'm fine, grandma, don't worry."
The little aunt let go of him slowly, and turned her head to stare at her father.
"Did he beat you? Did he beat you?" Grandma's voice trembled when she asked this.
"No," Ding Ji said. Hearing grandma's voice and seeing grandma, the flames burning above his head slowly closed down. "It's really not, not really."
"Come on," Grandma hung the chicken-raising manual around his neck, "I'll give this back to you, don't be angry, ah."
"Grandma..." Ding Ji wiped his eyes with force, feeling very distressed. If grandma knew what she was hanging around his neck, she didn't know what would happen, would she cry, would she scold...
"What kind of brand is this? Is it so important?" Grandma touched the brand again, "What kind of chicken are you raising?"
"It's not really raising chickens, it's a reference," Dad said.
"What do you mean?" Grandma looked at Ding Ji and asked softly.
Ding Ji didn't speak, and slowly turned his head to look at his father.
Dad frowned and looked at him.
Ding Ji couldn't see anything in his eyes, but he did see disappointment and sadness.
It's really strange, why people would have this kind of emotion based on giving their feelings to a person who only has an unchangeable blood relationship but has no feelings at all.
Although the core contradiction in the battle between Dad and him was not his phone, he also knew that if Grandma pursued such a question, Dad would not keep it a secret for him.
He has no other choice now.
"That chicken is me." Ding Ji looked at his grandma.
"Little Ji!" The little aunt called him in a low voice beside him.
Grandma's eyes were very stunned and complicated.
"Are you a chicken?" Grandma asked.
"... Hmm." Although the questions and answers were very strange, Ding Ji nodded.
"Didn't you let others call you chick, brother chicken or something?" Grandma took the sign, staggered it in her hand, and looked at it, then turned to look at my aunt, "You read to me, look Not clear."
"Mom," the little aunt frowned, "what's the point of this..."
"Read!" Grandma raised her voice, "I want to see what's written so much!"
The little girl didn't move.
"I like lollipops, don't call me brother chicken," Ding Ji said, word by word, trying to control his voice not to shake, "Very fierce but loves to cry, pick it up, return it to... Lin Wuyu."
"Ah." Grandma looked at him.
Ding Ji said with some difficulty: "This is... a birthday present from Lin Wuyu."
"Is it from the little fairy?" Grandma asked.
"Well." Ding Ji nodded.
Grandma didn't speak, just looked at him silently.
Ding Ji wondered if grandma could understand the meaning of these lines without father's comment.
"Go back with grandma," grandma said. "I've been separated from your parents for two days. I stayed together and went to jail without solving any problems."
"Mom!" Dad was a little annoyed, "This is solving the problem, you are making such a fuss, and all your efforts have been lost!"
"It's solving your fart, I think you're farting!" When grandma saw Ding Ji, it was probably because she was distressed, and she was even more rude to her son, "What problem can you solve like this? It's a waste of time! Which country's book tells you that the solution to the problem is to lock up people to solve it!"
There was a brief silence in the house.
Then, without waiting for anyone to speak, the door was suddenly knocked, banging, the doorbell didn't ring, and the door was slammed.
Everyone in the room was taken aback, even if Ding Ji knew that he would come to smash the door at this time, and it must be Liu Jinpeng who would smash the door like this, he was still taken aback.
"Who is it?" Mom hesitated for a moment, and went to the door.
Just as I was about to stick it on the cat's eye to take a look, the door was banged again, and my mother took a step back in shock.
"Ding Ji!" Liu Jinpeng's voice sounded outside the door, "Ding Ji! Open the door! Go out and play!"
Ding Ji looked at the door and felt that Liu Jinpeng's brain was probably short-circuited. When he came to play with him, it must have been taught by Lin Wuyu, but Lin Wuyu probably didn't expect Liu Jinpeng to give his lines like this while slamming the door. shouted out.
Too fake!
Fake so bluntly!
So neat.
Such "you see I'm just making up nonsense but I don't admit it".
"It's Pengpeng!" Grandma heard Liu Jinpeng's voice, "Open the door!"
Mom hesitated for a while, and while opening the door, she glanced at Ding Ji.
"Hello everyone!" Liu Jinpeng dressed like a black blind man and rushed in, full of anger and negative points for his acting skills. He read the lines again without anyone reading the door, "Ding Ji! Go out! play!"
Ding Ji saw Lin Wuyu standing behind Liu Jinpeng.
Lin Wuyu's expression was a little helpless, but when his eyes met, Ding Ji saw the smile in his eyes.
No matter what he will face next, Ding Ji felt at ease at this moment, and the whole person relaxed.
"Why are you here?" The little aunt asked in surprise.
"Looking for Ding Ji to play." Although Liu Jinpeng also wandered around the small square all the year round and opened his mouth just like Ding Ji, he had never experienced such a confrontation with his parents. The line given will never be spoken again.
"Ding Ji's rescue," Dad said, "Maybe he'll be waiting downstairs."
"No," Lin Wuyu said, "it's too cold, waiting downstairs for someone who can bear it."
In the video with Ding Ji yesterday, Ding Ji also said that the chicken raising manual was not brought into the house in the living room. Now when the door is opened, the chicken raising manual is already hanging around Ding Ji's neck.
Lin Wuyu knew that this matter had basically been broken.
But what should he say and how to do now, he has no plan, Ding Ji seems to be ready to leave at any time, it seems that they do not need them to rob people.
"I'll go back with grandma." Ding Ji walked to the coat rack, took the coat and put it on.
"This is to rob someone?" Ding Ji's father looked at Lin Wuyu, his eyes and tone were very rude.
"No," Lin Wuyu also looked at him, "I just came to play with him, but if grandma wants to grab it, we can help."
Ding Ji's father paused and did not speak.
Ding Ji said that his father is not good at arguing with people, and it seems that he is.
"Wait for me." Ding Ji glanced at him and Liu Jinpeng.
"Wait for you!" Liu Jinpeng spoke in a very imposing manner, and he added gestures and waved his hands.
Ding Ji turned around and entered the bedroom.
Lin Wuyu looked at the broken boards on the ground, and also saw the lock of an entrance door that fell on the ground, and couldn't help frowning.
He really didn't expect Ding Ji to come out of the bedroom in this way.
Probably in a hurry.
He glanced at Grandma again.
Grandma is an old river and lake, and her face is calm at the moment, and my aunt is supporting her as if she is supporting Lafayette.
Grandma didn't talk to Liu Jinpeng or him, didn't even look at them, just watched Ding Ji enter the room calmly, and then watched Ding Ji take out the bag.
Lin Wuyu couldn't see anything from her expression.
It wasn't until Ding Ji put on his coat that grandma said, "Let's go."
Liu Jinpeng and Lin Wuyu retreated to the door, and Ding Ji came out.
"Come here early tomorrow, don't wait until dinner time like the 30s last year," Grandma looked back at Ding Ji's parents, "The lights at home are always flashing, when you come over, see if it's a problem with the line. ."
"Well." Ding Ji's father responded.
"Go." Grandma turned around.
Several people went out the door in silence.
When he heard the door closed with a soft click behind him, Lin Wuyu felt that Liu Jinpeng, who was walking in front, instantly relaxed, and everyone shrunk by one size.
But no one spoke, and the group stood in silence at the elevator door.
Lin Wuyu turned his head and glanced at Ding Ji.
"It's okay." Ding Ji said.
"Take some out of the New Year's money," said grandma. "Go buy a door yourself, don't ask your dad to make another trip to buy it."
"Well." Ding Ji lowered his head.
Several people continued to be silent. After entering the elevator, grandma said again: "Did you say that the little fairy is coming to the house for New Year's Eve dinner?"
"He..." Ding Ji looked at Lin Wuyu, "he was originally... he is now... "
"Bring some fireworks or something when you come here," said grandma, "Little Mung Bean likes it, you can buy some and take her to the small square, where fireworks can be set off."
Lin Wuyu looked at her grandmother, wondering what the old lady's attitude was. From the corner of the eye, she could see that Ding Ji was equally confused.
"Yeah." Ding Ji responded.
The elevator car is a depressing place. Originally, the space was small, and it was uncomfortable to be crowded into a group when nothing happened. Now the atmosphere is so strange. From the time from the ninth floor down to the first floor, everyone feels so awkward.
It was only after getting out of the elevator that I seemed to be able to catch my breath.
"I'm taking grandma home now," the aunt looked at the three of them. "Are you going in the car together or..."
"They're going by themselves," said Grandma. "Don't they want to play?"
"Then go play," the little aunt waved her hand and sighed again, "Go."
The three took their grandmother and sister-in-law to the side of the car, silently watching them get in the car, and then silently watching the car drive out, until the car was no longer visible, Liu Jinpeng gritted his teeth and said a word: "Fuck. "
"What's the situation?" Lin Wuyu turned to look at Ding Ji, "Why did you smash the door?"
"My dad showed grandma the chicken raising manual." Ding Ji said, "How can I get out without smashing the door... It's useless when it comes out. Grandma asked what the words were on it."
"He said it?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"What I said," Ding Ji said, "if I really want to say it, I have to say it myself. What right does he have to say it for me."
"What chicken raising manual?" Liu Jinpeng asked from the side, then pointed to the sign on his chest, "This?"
"Well." Ding Ji glanced at him.
"Isn't this hanging when I came back? Isn't it a dog tag with hollow flowers?" Liu Jinpeng took it and looked at it for more than ten seconds before raising his head to look at the two of them, "Okay. Ah, it's very romantic."
"Can grandma understand?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Looking at it alone, you may not understand," Ding Ji frowned. "But my dad's tone and attitude at that time, my grandma was not a fool, she was much smarter than the average old lady..."
"Or else you won't be able to give birth to a son like your father or a grandson like you. IQ is still closely related to heredity." Liu Jinpeng was so excited that he ran off the topic and ran without touching the ground, "I don't mean mother. IQ determines 80% of a child's IQ..."
"Shut up." Ding Ji interrupted him.
"My mother's IQ may not be very good," Liu Jinpeng insisted to finish the sentence, "or else I can't be bullied by the two of you."
Ding Ji stretched out his hand and squeezed Liu Jinpeng's shoulder: "Don't fart, I can't do it without you."
"Yes," Lin Wuyu nodded, "Thanks to Pengpeng this time."
"What should I do now?" Liu Jinpeng thought for a while, "Why don't you go out first, I really don't want to stand downstairs of your house all the time, I'm afraid your parents will chase you down."
"Go." Ding Ji unzipped his jacket and walked to the intersection.
When Lin Wuyu leaned over, he put his hand into Lin Wuyu's coat pocket, Lin Wuyu's hand was very warm, and when he held his hand, he could feel the warmth from his fingers all the way into his heart.
But the weight on his heart did not lighten because of such warmth.
There was no outburst he expected, no violent quarrel, no argument, no justification, no flood of accusations, no tears, no cries...
All is not.
There wasn't a single mouth where he could breathe.
He didn't know why.
When he was about to reach the intersection, Ding Ji's cell phone vibrated. He almost didn't have the courage to take out his cell phone, but he took out his cell phone immediately.
It's my sister's news.
Lin Wuyu and Liu Jinpeng both came over when he opened the news.
There are only five words on the screen.
- grandma got it
Ding Ji felt that his eyes were blurred in an instant, and tears were dripping on the screen.
Then his legs softened, Lin Wuyu didn't have time to grab him, he was already kneeling on the ground.
He suddenly knew why everything he expected didn't happen.
Because grandma carried it for him.
Lin Wuyu took the phone from Ding Ji's hand and quickly sent a message back to the aunt.
-How about it? Are we going back right away
-Fortunately, you don't need to go back, you can play first, and ask Pengpeng and Lin Wuyu to come over for dinner in the evening