"I promised." Ting Shuang said while pushing the wheelchair.
Zhu Wenjia followed Ting Shuang and remembered what Ting Shuang said: When Dad is healed, we must have dinner together.
The leaves of the street tree fell, and Zhu Wenjia wrapped his clothes tightly. He didn't know what to say, so he said "uh".
Ting Shuang looked back at Zhu Wenjia and said, "Why do you wear so little?"
Zhu Wenjia took a breath and said, "... It's beautiful."
In fact, it's not to look good, it's because he hasn't gone out for too many days, and he doesn't know that the weather has already turned cold in the autumn rains.
A meal was eaten quietly, almost embarrassingly.
After eating, Ting Shuang explained to the nurse and the nanny the precautions for taking care of Zhu Ao, and went to his room.
On the floor of his room, there were still piles of luggage that he sent home after graduating from his undergraduate degree. The luggage had not been removed, and even the express slips were still pasted on the cardboard box. A guitar case stands upright beside the case.
Ting Shuang picked up the guitar, found a courier box and sat down, and played a chord.
He remembered the German ballad "The Last Night", and he missed Bai Changyi.
dong dong. Someone knocked on the door.
"The door is not locked." Ting Shuang continued to fumble for the chords, thinking about how to sing the ballad.
Zhu Wenjia opened the door, came in, closed the door, and then stood by the door watching Ting Shuang stammeringly practice the guitar. After a long while, he opened his mouth, looking for something to say: "What do you mean by that sentence you sang just now?"
"gro?er reichtugt uns kee ehr'... Wealth does not bring us dignity. The next sentence is that poverty does not bring shame." Ting Shuang plucked the strings twice, lowered his head and laughed, "The lyrics are all Fart, right. What did you come to me for?"
"...I don't know." Zhu Wenjia also sat on a courier box. He didn't know where to put his hand, so he pressed the surface of the box, "What's inside?"
"Forgot." Ting Shuang put the guitar aside, looked for the paper cutter, "Open it and see."
Zhu Wenjia looked at Ting Shuang and flipped through the drawer: "What are you looking for?"
"Knives or something." Ting Shuang found a pair of scissors and went over to open the cardboard box.
Zhu Wenjia quickly moved to the side to free up the surface of the carton.
"Don't be nervous." Ting Shuang used scissors to cut open the tape on the box, and joked Zhu Wenjia while cutting, "Although our relationship is not very good, I won't use scissors to stab you." When the tape was cut, he He handed the scissors to Zhu Wenjia.
Zhu Wenjia gestured with scissors in the air and said, "If I stab myself with this thing now, can we pretend that nothing happened before?"
"Of course not, so you'd better not poke it." Ting Shuang opened the box and found that it was his undergraduate clothes. It was autumn and winter. He took out a coat and threw it to the thinly dressed Zhu Wenjia, "My old clothes Clothes, do you want to try?"
Zhu Wenjia put on that dress and tucked his hands into his sleeves. He felt very warm. After wearing it for a while, it was even a little hot.
"What kind of ragged clothes are they too ugly." He sniffed the sleeves, "What material is this made of?"
"Don't wear it if you are ugly." Ting Shuang said.
Zhu Wenjia kept silent, and retracted his neck and chin into his jacket, revealing only the top of his head and half of his face.
Ting Shuang took the scissors and continued to dismantle several other cartons.
Zhu Wenjia watched Ting Shuang's actions and asked, "Are you moving back?"
"No." Ting Shuang opened a box of old textbooks and comics and took them out one by one. "The rented house is close to the company."
"But far from home." Zhu Wenjia said.
Ting Shuang didn't speak.
Zhu Wenjia added, "Dad wants you to live at home."
Ting Shuang pointed to the comic book on the ground: "either you?"
Zhu Wenjia glanced at the bookshelf in the room: "Isn't it the same in your room and mine?"
"Yes." After Ting Shuang finished speaking, she went to remove a box, and found some debris, among which was a flat football. He picked it up and weighed it, then went to the box to find the air pump.
"Move back." Zhu Wenjia walked to Tingshuang and shouted, "...Brother."
After inflating the football, Ting Shuang said, "I live at home, aren't you uncomfortable?"
The case is still under investigation, and Weng Yunyi is still in custody.
"It's uncomfortable." Zhu Wenjia paused and said, "I feel uncomfortable if you can't live at home."
"I know." Ting Shuang said.
Each of them sat on a cardboard box, and both of them were silent.
Ting Shuang threw a lot of balls, and then said, "go out to play football."
Zhu Wenjia opened his mouth and said dryly, "I won't."
Ting Shuang threw the ball to Zhu Wenjia and said, "I'll teach you."
It was dark, the lights in the yard were all on, and the lawn was wide.
Ting Shuang started teaching by flipping the ball, and Zhu Wenjia studied for a long time, and even used his hands together. He could only flip three at most, and his posture was extremely embarrassing.
"Can we not practice this?" Zhu Wenjia was sweating profusely, sitting on the steps holding the ball, "Can't we just start kicking?" He pointed to the trees at both ends of the yard, "That will be your goal, this Be my goal and see who scores the most."
Ting Shuang stood in front of Zhu Wenjia and said, "Come on, play with me, you can't even grab the ball."
"What if I can grab it?" Zhu Wenjia tied up his sweat-soaked hair and looked up at Ting Shuang.
"There's no reward for that." Ting Shuang kicked Zhu Wenjia's leg, "get up and play, where are you going?"
Zhu Wenjia stood up and said, "If I grab the ball, you can move back in. Otherwise, I'll go back to your rented house with you tonight."
"Zhu Wenjia, you started again, right?" Ting Shuang said, "Then grab one and try."
The two played football until very late. The nurse came out and told Ting Shuang that Zhu Ao watched them play football all night by the window. He was very happy to watch it, and now he is asleep.
"Just sleep." Ting Shuang turned her head and said to Zhu Wenjia, "I have to go, and I have to go to work tomorrow."
"You have to move back." Zhu Wenjia crossed his hips, panting, "Not only did I grab the ball, I also scored a goal."
Ting Shuang nodded and said, "Well, by picking up my pants."
He laughed after saying this.
Zhu Wenjia also grinned, and his eyes turned red when he smiled.
"What are you doing?" Ting Shuang teased Zhu Wenjia when he saw that he was about to cry, "Dad is already asleep, and he won't come out to help you train me if you cry."
"...Brother." Zhu Wenjia squatted down slowly, buried his head in his knees, and the smell of grass got into his nose.
"Yeah," Ting Shuang responded.
After a long time, Zhu Wenjia's voice came out muffled from below: "This is the first time. After the accident... No one gave me the bottom line."
"Also... It's not an accident, right?" Ting Shuang sat down beside Zhu Wenjia and threw the ball to the sky again and again. When it was about to disappear, it instead fell from the air, falling faster and faster, and fell steadily back into the palm of the hand, "Sometimes, things will turn out like that. It's not because of you, it's because... I also met for the first time. This kind of thing. Maybe I didn't handle it well."
Zhu Wenjia buried his head and did not speak.
"The sky can't fall." Ting Shuang's voice sounded very reliable.
Zhu Wenjia raised his head a little, revealing a face full of tears: "...Really."
"Are you really crying?" Ting Shuang went to his trouser pocket to touch the napkin, but he didn't expect to find the napkin, but found a crumpled handkerchief with "bai" embroidered in the corner.
He froze for a moment, thinking for a while before he remembered why the handkerchief was in his pocket.
They had just been together that night, and Bai Changyi rode him to the city center. He picked a bunch of cherries on the way to eat, and Bai Changyi handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
At that time, he said that he would wash it and return it, but he kept forgetting it in his pocket.
He suddenly smelled a little smell before the beginning of summer, and that smell brought him back to the simple days of worrying about rebuilding and feeling heartbroken for Bai Chang.
It seemed like a long time had passed, so long that he was a little dazed.
"Okay, don't cry, I didn't bring any paper." Ting Shuang put the handkerchief back in his pocket, thought for a while, and said, "When my mother left this house, I thought the sky would collapse, but in fact, after a while, I Just got used to it. It’s the same with many things, such as breaking up with Liang Zhengxuan, for example, when my dad is sick. Before, I thought it was a big thing to retake a class, but looking back, it wasn’t even a hurdle.”
Ting Shuang stood up, and continued to say to Zhu Wenjia while bumping the ball: "Actually, life is more like bumping the ball. The moment you receive the ball, you feel that you have succeeded, but the success will soon leave, you have to struggle to go. When you catch the next ball, the ball is easy to fall, and once you drop it, you feel like a failure, and failure is much easier than success, but failure, like success, is a matter of time, you pick up the ball and struggle to keep hitting. That's it."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the football with one hand and pulled Zhu Wenjia up from the ground with the other: "Let's go, go in, I'll live at home today, and I'll move back after get off work tomorrow."