Unbridled

twenty three

Lin Wuyu finally smiled enough to stop when Ding Jiren could not bear to prepare to stand up and point at him to scold.

He wiped his eyes.

Tears all laughed out...

The house was especially quiet because of Ding Ji’s generous speeches, and there was no movement in the living room. I don’t know if there would be any problems when I went out later.

Ding Ji sat stunned by the bed for a while, recalling his lines just now, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

After Lin Wuyu continued to box the drone, he stood still for a while, then stood up, opened the closet, and took out the leather clothes inside.

"Thank you." Lin Wuyu said.

"Xie fart." Ding Ji said.

These words, Lin Wuyu is not afraid to say, it is too lazy to talk again.

A few years earlier, he said a lot, the unhappy after each conflict and, as always, made him very tired, he only wanted to be silent with his parents, no one should talk, no one should see anyone.

Dante Ji is very rushing today, like a gentile monkey.

When he didn't want to think for a long time and felt that there was no need to say or even felt that there would be some powerless and ridiculous words from Ding Ji's mouth, he suddenly felt very happy.

readily.

After tiredness, the whole body is relaxed and never wants to move.

He Xie Dingji is not entirely Xie Dingji's righteous speech, but more thanks to the joy that he brought to himself when the tender shoots open the soil.

Lin Wuyu wanted to take a lot of things. If his parents were not at home, he would also like to bring his favorite handicrafts, and then take in the novelty gadgets he had collected while traveling around. .

But today this scene is really unexpected, he can only take the baby drone first, after all, everything else costs money, this can make money.

Although Ding Ji's parents blamed themselves, he could see that grandparents were very fond of him, and he was tossing a few pieces of clothing into the luggage box and didn't understand that the clothes were either a roll or a ball.

"Where do you live?" Ding Ji asked while cruelly squeezing the leather coat into the corner of the box. "Can't the school dorm live?"

"Yes," Lin Wuyu said. "Our class teacher helped me apply to the school. If there is any situation, I can live in his house."

"It doesn't matter if I can live in school. It's so uncomfortable to live in your class teacher's house. It's better to live in my grandma's house," Ding Ji said. "I still have a room. My aunt used to live in it. She has been empty since she got married.

"Then I will find you if the school can't live." Lin Wuyu didn't polite with Ding Ji. This man was just embarrassed before he eased up. If he refused, he would have to continue to be embarrassed.

As they dragged three boxes out of the room, Ding Ji quickly glanced into the living room and found that Lin Wuyu's parents were sitting on the sofa.

Seeing them coming out, they didn't speak, and Lin Wuyu's mother turned away.

But Ding Ji still saw her eyes flushed at a glance.

…This made him feel a little bit overwhelmed.

Was it just too much? Even if it's not overbearing, it's probably not what a kid he first met.

Lin Wuyu should have noticed it, and his steps stopped.

But he didn't go over, he just stood there, as if he wanted to say something and couldn't speak.

Ding Ji took a breath and wanted to say something to make up for, but Lin Wuyu just like having eyes in the back of the head, he quickly raised his hand and stopped him from speaking.

In just two seconds, he turned and walked to the door, opened the door and went out.

Ding Ji followed quickly, and when he went out, he did not forget to say: "Aunt and uncle, goodbye."

Lin Wuyu had already pressed the elevator and stood there, fascinated by the elevator door.

Ding Ji carefully stood next to him in the past, hesitating for a while before whispering, "Is it just..."

"No." Lin Wuyu simply answered.

"Oh." Ding Ji responded.

Isn’t it too much? what is that?

Lin Wuyu said only after entering the elevator: "They may have news of Lin Zhan."

"Ah?" Ding Ji turned his head in surprise. "How do you know?"

"My mother certainly didn't cry because of you. She was not so vulnerable. She only cried for Lin Zhan. Maybe she thought Lin Zhan, or maybe... Lin Zhan had news," Lin Wuyu said, not listening to the tone. What fluctuates, "The kind of people who work very seriously, they don't usually stay at home without important things..."

"Then why didn't you just ask?" Ding Ji was anxious.

"I dare not." Lin Wuyu answered frankly and directly.

Ding Ji didn't speak and looked at him until the elevator opened to the first floor.

"It's okay," Ding Ji patted his back, "Go."

Lin Wuyu's luggage was not taken to the dormitory, because there was a drone, Ding Ji suggested to leave his grandma's house safe.

"I checked." Ding Ji said.

"What did you check?" Lin Wuyu looked at him.

"Check your machine," Ding Ji said, "but I can't figure out the model," anyway, this kind of professional-grade drone, a set of this and that battery, equipment, it can be said less Wan, it's too dangerous to put the dormitory, you still have two. "

"There is a cheap one," Lin Wuyu said, "The short battery life is for fun."

"Are you talking about taking the cheap one with me on vacation?" Ding Ji asked.

"Well, you don't need a driver's license, but you have to practice your hands first and know the basic operations," Lin Wuyu said, "so I took a small one."

"How small?" Ding Ji asked.

"Slap me halfway," Lin Wuyu said.

"...This leader can shoot something?" Ding Ji looked at his hand.

"Who told you that it can shoot something." Lin Wuyu said, "It can't do anything except fly, and it's not stable...you just take it and feel it first."

"Can I ask how much it costs?" Ding Ji asked.

"More than a hundred." Lin Wuyu answered seriously.

"Fuck," Ding Ji froze for a moment, then waved his hand, "I'm not going, you can take someone to play!"

Lin Wuyu laughed.

"Laughing farts," Ding Ji was very dissatisfied. "Take me with a toy or an unstable toy."

"It's just to make you feel familiar," Lin Wuyu said with a smile, "but not..."

"Then say it first, and I'll be familiar with it for 15 minutes," Ding Ji said, "more insults me."

"No," Lin Wuyu said, "it lasts only 10 minutes."

"That's 10 minutes." Ding Ji said.

"Well." Lin Wuyu nodded.

Grandma Ding Ji's home is in an old community, like a labyrinth. The car they called was a young driver. They regretted all the way and said that they should not come in, afraid they would not be able to get out in a while.

"You can rest assured," Ding Ji said, "I promise you can go out."

Both the driver and Lin Wuyu were skeptical.

Under the direction of Ding Ji, the car drove up to an old building and stopped. Ding Ji got out of the car and looked around. He suddenly pointed to the roadside behind the car: "Come!"

A junior high school student looked at him nervously: "Why?"

"Are you going to the supermarket there to help your mother buy things?" Ding Ji asked.

"Yes," the child nodded. "How do you... know?"

"Get in the car." Ding Ji pointed to the car, "Give the driver a way, and you get off the street."

"I have no money," the child said.

"Who made you give the money," Ding Ji gently pushed on the back of his head, "let you ride in the car in vain."

After the child got on the bus and directed the car away, Lin Wuyu looked at Ding Ji: "Are you afraid of anyone here?"

"You're kidding, I'm so good-looking," Ding Ji dragged the box and walked into the building. "Who doesn't know the old grandson's hottest old intestines..."

"Probably it's been a long time before we can see the essence through the phenomenon." Lin Wuyu said.

"What's wrong with me?" Ding Ji turned his head and pointed at his face. "Don't I look like it?"

Lin Wuyu looked at him: "Do you know why I haven't believed you are a student? Didn't expect you to be a school bully?"

Ding Ji thought about it and continued to walk upstairs: "This is, you see, I grew up here, almost everyone here is of my temperament."

"That's impossible." Lin Wuyu said.

"Huh?" Ding Ji turned back.

"You are special." Lin Wuyu said.

"See it!" Ding Ji was very proud.

"...I saw it early," Lin Wuyu sighed. "It's just so naive."

"My grandfather said that a child is going to be like a child..." Ding Ji ran upstairs briskly, "Can't you hurry?"

"Would you like to carry me this box?" Lin Wuyu said.

"No," Ding Ji said, "I remembered that there were several big batteries in it."

The exhaust of the old-fashioned house does not seem to be too good. Plus, along the way, many homes have the door open, and the corridor is full of food.

Lin Wuyu hadn't noticed that he was hungry. When he smelled these flavors, when he walked to the door of Granny Ding's house, he felt his eyes were hungry.

Grandma stood at the door and waited, when she saw Ding Ji, she opened her arms: "My baby grandson is back, come and let grandma hug!"

Ding Ji pounced and hugged her grandmother: "I did well in the test."

"I knew it!" Grandma rubbed his face with a smile.

"My friend," Ding Ji pointed to Lin Wuyu, "Lin Wuyu."

"Grandma is good," Lin Wuyu smiled at Grandma, and then smiled at the grandpa who smiled very kindly in the room. "Grandpa is good."

"Okay, okay," Grandma beckoned at him, "You are the fairy we Ding Ji said."

"Huh?" Lin Wuyu froze for a moment, and walked to her grandmother.

"Study God," Ding Ji said, "but it's almost like a fairy."

Grandma smiled and reached out to hold Lin Wuyu's face: "This boy is so handsome."

"...Thank you grandma." Lin Wuyu was startled, but insisted on not moving, letting the grandma squeeze a few more times on his face.

When Grandma entered the house happily, Ding Ji leaned into his ear and whispered, "Look, it's an occupational disease."

"See what's coming?" Lin Wuyu touched his face, and there was still the warmth in grandma's hand. "Can you say it?"

"Generally not," Ding Ji said. "My grandma just likes to watch these things. Asking her, she doesn't necessarily tell you, saying that this is a feudal superstition, so you don't believe it."

Lin Wuyu entered the house with a smile.

The boxes were taken into Ding Ji's bedroom.

After putting the box, Ding Ji turned around the house: "Welcome, this is where I grew up."

"It's quite big." Lin Wuyu looked at it.

The furniture in the room is old, and the old-fashioned design is obviously not in line with Ding Ji's temperament, but to his surprise, Ding Ji's bed and desk, as well as the cabinet next to it, seem to be mahogany.

No wonder it didn't change.

He leaned over to the desk and stooped down to stare for a while: "Is this black rosewood?"

"Yes," Ding Ji came over, his arms on the desk, and his fingers touched on the table. "Can you tell the difference?"

"Indistinguishable," Lin Wuyu said, "In our dormitory Chen Mang, there is a piece of black rosewood paperweight, I can recognize this kind of mahogany..."

"My grandfather did it," Ding Ji was very proud. "The old man used to be a carpenter. He was super awesome. When I was in elementary school, someone came to ask him to do furniture. Dry."

"Will you? Didn't learn a little?" Lin Wuyu touched the table carefully.

It is supposed that this table should be used by Ding Ji when he was very young, but it was not damaged at all, and there was no stroke.

Not to mention, Ding Ji should be very distressed for grandparents.

"I really do," Ding Ji said. "The chair behind you is made by me. It's all hand-made, no electric tools. I made it all from the wood."

Lin Wuyu looked back immediately.

There was a small bench beside the wall behind him.

Round, three legs, probably as high as his calf.

"Just this?" Lin Wuyu said.

"Uh." Ding Ji nodded.

Lin Wuyu touched it in the past. Although it is very simple, the workmanship is actually quite good. The paint is also very good. For a child, it can be regarded as...

and many more.

"How old did you do it?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"In high school," Ding Ji said.

"...Then you have to be a fart?" Lin Wuyu couldn't help laughing. "I thought you did it in elementary school."

"Fuck," Ding Ji passed the stool up in disbelief. "Look at this handiwork! This is flat and vertical..."

"Why are you doing such a stool?" Lin Wuyu took the stool, put it on the ground, sat up, and looked up at him.

Ding Ji frowned, and after a while sighed: "I made it for my dad."

"So why is it here?" Lin Wuyu froze.

"He felt that I was not studying, thinking about these useless things all day long, and did not do very well." Ding Ji said.

It's really done, but it's Ding Ji's heart. His dad said it very sadly.

"At that time, they didn't have long time to go back to China, and I have a good relationship with them... bad, it's awkward," Ding Ji said, "One day my grandfather told me that the day after tomorrow is my dad's birthday, he meant to make me kind of express , Ease the relationship."

"This way." Lin Wuyu said softly.

"I think it's okay, Grandpa said I'll definitely do it," Ding Ji said, "Actually I just buy something, but think about it, I want to do something more sincere, I want to be a carpenter, I have good craftsmanship That’s because the time is too tight, and I’m going to have to go to class.

Lin Wuyu sighed: "I didn't deliver it later, did I?"

"Rejected on the spot." Ding Ji said, "I haven't left this house with a fart."

Lin Wuyu looked at Ding Ji, and Ding Ji quickly turned his head away.

It seems to want to cry.

Lin Wuyu was a little anxious. He wanted to know how this stool came from, so he didn't ask much at all.

In order to distract Ding Ji's attention quickly, he said without thinking: "Why don't you make something for me."

"Huh?" Ding Ji turned back to look at him.

"For example...a small bookshelf or something," said Lin Wuyu, "what is the book on the desk?"

"OK," Ding Ji said, "but I have to wait, I have to pick the wood first."

"Black rosewood, the color is beautiful." Lin Wuyu said.

"Are you shameless," Ding Ji said, "You're so sorry to call for wood for a broken bookshelf! Do you know how much this thing is!"

Lin Wuyu smiled: "Then you can do it."

"Well," Ding Ji nodded. "When is your birthday? As a birthday gift for you."

"It's past," Lin Wuyu said, "last month."

"Then next year..." Ding Ji thought about it.

"Farewell." Lin Wuyu quickly interrupted him.

"Then..." Ding Ji thought for a second time, "Province of the provincial champion."

"What if you are the champion?" Lin Wuyu smiled.

"That's the champion." Ding Ji said.

"OK." Lin Wuyu nodded.

"It's almost dinner!" Grandma shouted in the living room.

"Come!" Ding Jiying responded and asked while walking out, "Is there anything else I want to cook?"

"Take a cucumber!" said the grandmother.

"Good." Ding Ji nodded.

Lin Wuyu followed him into the kitchen. Some didn't know what to do. After rubbing his hands, he asked casually: "Should I come? Your grandma has been busy working for so long, sitting and waiting to eat so embarrassed."

"Also." Ding Ji immediately agreed, took out the washed cucumbers from the vegetable sink, and put them on the desk. "I'll get you a plate, and I have to get seasoning...grandma!"

"Hey." Lin Wuyu was startled by his sudden roar.

"Don't take advantage of it, even the old lady is willing to be," Ding Ji glared at him, and shouted again in the living room, "Grandma-take a picture of cucumber and put aside -"

"Soy sauce! Vinegar! Fragrant oil! Garlic paste! Leave whatever you want!" Grandma replied outside.

"Got it." Ding Ji began to prepare the seasoning.

Lin Wuyu washed his hands and walked to the desk, looking at the cucumber on the cutting board.

He took a deep breath and picked up the knife.

He hasn’t done any cooking, not even watching people cook. After all, he has lived in school since junior high school, and he can’t have the intimate experience of watching his mother cook in the kitchen at home.

And he has never eaten a cucumber, even if there is this dish on the table, he will not notice.

Who will eat cucumber if there is meat?

But this is not a problem, at least he knew it was a cold dish.

"Use this chopping board," Ding Ji handed over a small chopping board and placed it on the original large chopping board. "This is cooked and eaten."

"Well." Lin Wuyu put the cucumber up.

Then took a look, first cut a knife from the middle, cut the cucumber in half, a little shorter is easier to operate.

Then he took half of the root, looked at it for a long time, and cut it off.

Not bad, even and thin.

After he confidently sliced ​​half a cucumber into five Tuo, Ding Ji stood next to him: "Brother Wuyu."

"Huh?" Lin Wuyu responded.

"Have you ever entered the kitchen?" Ding Ji asked.

"What's wrong," Lin Wuyu glanced at him, "Go in and help serve dishes."

"Have you ever eaten a cucumber?" Ding Ji asked.

"Don't eat it." Lin Wuyu answered truthfully.

"You eat and drink all day long from early to late," Ding Ji was a little surprised. "Have you ever eaten cucumber?"

"...No." Lin Wuyu said.

"Shoot! Cucumber," Ding Ji sighed, "Not cut! Cucumber, you know? You want to shoot! Piapiapia! Shoot! If you don't shoot, what is the name of the cucumber? If you cut it like this, it's called pickled cucumber. Do you know."

"Ah!" Lin Wuyu felt that his brain was stuck just now, and suddenly a photo of cucumber was flashing in front of his eyes, "I know, it must be broken..."

"Shoot it." Ding Ji nodded.

It's much simpler than Bieche.

Lin Wuyu took the knife happily and patted it on the cucumber.

Simply neat.

Several sections of cucumbers rose into the air and landed on a desk.

"...Slipped." Lin Wuyu was a little embarrassed.

Ding Ji didn't speak, picked up the cucumbers, washed them with water, and put them back on the cutting board.

Lin Wuyu concentrated his energy, and once again fell sharply with his sword.

Wow!

This time it broke two sections, but the largest half flew out directly and hit Ding Ji's face.

Ding Jiyan quickly caught the cucumber, looked at him for a long time, the smile in his eyes could not be received, and finally made a voice: "Lin Xueshen! You have such a stupid time!"

"It's always slippery!" Lin Wuyu was helpless.

Ding Ji didn't speak anymore. After washing the cucumber again and putting it back on the cutting board, he began to laugh happily, happily.

Lin Wuyu stared at some sections of cucumber.

Finally made a heroic decision.

He lowered the knife.

Raised his hand directly and slapped it.

"Oh fuck!" Ding Ji jumped in shock.

Lin Wuyu raised his hand quickly, a little excited: "broken!"

"Ouch," Grandma's shocked voice came from behind, "Is this practiced? How can I get started?"

"Awesome!" Ding Ji gave a thumbs up to Lin Wuyu, then laughed at Grandma again, "He took a knife and flew ten..."

"Do you hate it or not!" Grandma slaps him. "Let you shoot cucumbers! You make people shoot! You laugh! Your first time you shoot cucumbers, you shoot them outside the window. You laugh at others!"

"Hey, hey," Ding Ji avoided grandma and stood next to Lin Wuyu, squeezing him, "I'll come, you help me get the plate."

"Well." Lin Wuyu nodded and let it go to the side.

Ding Ji picked up the knife and thumped three times. The remaining pieces of cucumber on the cutting board were smashed: "Can't repeat the same shot in the same place, it will not be crisp, right grandma?"

"I'll shoot cucumbers one by one," said the grandmother, "and I'm teaching experience."

Lin Wuyu handed the plate over with a smile, watching Ding Ji install the plate, and then hurriedly poured the seasoning up without knowing the weight.

This is a wonderful experience.

Lin Wuyu has been laughing.

He had never stayed in the kitchen for such a long time, never knew that cooking was so troublesome, and he never thought that...the kitchen would be so interesting.

The uneasiness and confusion caused by Lin Zhan's news may actually fade away in the busy kitchen.