Chapter 36:

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Lin Wuyu felt that the two muscles in his back were almost torn off, only to stop his body from drowsing backwards conditionedly due to Ding Ji's sudden hug.
It took another thousandths of a second of hesitation. Before Ding Ji felt embarrassed, he reached out and hugged him, and patted twice on his back: "You're welcome."
Ding Ji sighed and let go of his arms: "Are you too polite?"
"Thank you first." Lin Wuyu said.
"Your skill of pinching plasticine, at first glance, is the kind of making dumplings that can break a pot," Ding Ji looked at the little black chicken in his palm, "It can be pinched out in a few days...the hint is almost guessable It’s not easy to come up with something."
"Are you boasting or losing?" Lin Wuyu looked at him.
"I want to exaggerate and can't help but lose it," Ding Ji smiled. "It's... it's so ugly, you don't think it's a polygon when you rub the dough?"
"Then you have to change it." Lin Wuyu smiled.
"No," Ding Ji said. "It's not what you did if you changed it. I'll show my grandma."
Ding Ji took the plasticine chicken to the kitchen, and then Lin Wuyu heard grandma's laughter.
"Ouch, little fairy," Grandma shouted with joy. "Look at Ding'er, can you see what this is?"
"Sesame dumplings?" Grandpa said.
Lin Wuyu couldn't hold back and smiled as he followed the house.
"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 another sentence: "Look, it's still a black chicken."
Ding Ji burst into a burst of laughter in an instant, and fell directly on the sofa with his stomach covered.
Lin Wuyu smiled a little and couldn't help it. He sat on the armrest of the sofa and burst into tears, and bowed his eyes to wipe his eyes.
"Hey..." Ding Ji smiled for a long time, finally slowed down a little, and his face turned red when he slowly sat up. He leaned over to Lin Wuyu and whispered, "That, my grandma didn't laugh at you... …"
"I know." Lin Wuyu couldn't help but laughed for a while.
"I still have a question," Ding Ji looked at the little black chicken. "You say you send me the chicken, just send it one by one and don't care about you. I just want to ask, why is it Is it black?"
"I think it's dark... cooler," Lin Wuyu said, "Aren't you a small square fake one?"
"What hell?" Ding Ji asked.
"Small square dominates." Lin Wuyu corrected his statement.
"...It's fake, don't care about you," Ding Ji waved his hand and walked to his room with the little black chicken. "The red ones are cockscombs and the yellow ones are chicken beaks, right?"
"Well." Lin Wuyu followed him.
"What about these two little green tuo?" Ding Ji entered the house and placed the black chicken next to the serious little mud chicken. In contrast, it originally suggested that the plasticine chicken could be guessed as a black chicken. As a trace of a chicken.
"Wings or... eyes." Lin Wuyu looked at the room, but did not see the small bookshelf made by Ding Ji.
"Can these two still share?" Ding Ji was surprised.
"I originally wanted to make wings, but the stickers were too close, and the eyes were too squeezed, and I couldn't pull it back," Lin Wuyu gestured. "So it's shared, it's just one anyway. Circle, body and head are shared, and of course eyes and wings can also be shared."
"Come on, it's really justified," Ding Ji nodded. "Look at the bookshelf? Get it done."
"Okay," Lin Wuyu said, "Where did it go?"
"The rooftop, polish it, don't you think I'm going to work in the house?" Ding Ji said.
The small bookshelf was placed in the grandpa's enclosure, and there was a large parasol in a circle around the rope, and an ice cream advertisement was printed on the umbrella.
"Umbrella is good." Lin Wuyu said.
"The popsicle downstairs will be delivered at wholesale," Ding Ji used to carry the small bookshelf to the table. "Look at my craft."
Lin Wuyu walked to the table and reached out to touch on the small bookshelf.
Compared with the small bench I saw in Ding Jiwu, this book shelf is not like being made by one person. The comparison is as strong as the black chicken he made and the serious little chicken.
"You..." Lin Wuyu bent down and looked carefully at every detail of the bookshelf. "It's unexpected."
The shape of the bookshelf is the most common one, the three-layer partition, but all the wooden edges and corners are rounded, smooth to the touch with thin resistance, and the top layer of the back panel also makes a row Wavy shape.
The most difficult one should be the lower drawer. There will be a drawer that Lin Wuyu did not expect. The right half of the lowermost partition is a small drawer with a lock. When he pulled it out, he saw that the track was just a wooden slot and a thin wooden line. Buckle, but it is quite smooth when pushing and pulling.
"Nothing can be put in this drawer. I just think a light shelf is a bit monotonous." Ding Ji said.
"Is this shelf useless nails?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Well, but I used glue," Ding Ji said, "the level is not enough, there is some place where the glue is not tight without glue, so I keep it here to smell it."
"Now it smells nothing." Lin Wuyu flicked his finger twice on the shelf.
"Do you like it?" Ding Ji asked.
"Don't ask about such nonsense," Lin Wuyu smiled. "Of course I like it. Can I take it tomorrow?"
"...Farewell," Ding Ji hesitated. "Are you alone, carrying a shelf... wouldn't it be a bit weird?"
"Do you mean that you and your little uncle would be strange to carry a rack?" Lin Wuyu asked.
Ding Ji smiled: "Fuck, whatever you want, but there is still a little secret above. You haven't discovered it yet, I don't know how long it will take."
"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 summer season.
Lin Wuyu has only seen the words of Xiao Dingji in the palmist book, and then when he counted the hexagrams, Ding Ji randomly wrote on the paper, and this was the first time he saw Ding Jizhen's serious writing.
Surprisingly handsome.
"The characters are not bad," Ding Ji said, "although not as good as yours."
Lin Wuyu glanced at him.
"When you reviewed in the hospital before, I saw your paper." Ding Ji said.
"That's all written casually." Lin Wuyu said.
"Don't fly if you hold it!" Ding Ji said. "Be humble and die."
"I don't use facts to be blind and humble." Lin Wuyu said.
"OK," Ding Ji gave him a thumbs-up, "I just like you."
Grandma made a large table of dishes. Lin Wuyu was already free to serve dishes with Ding Ji and get tableware and chopsticks. He could also talk to grandpa and grandma and feel very relaxed.
"It's really good for you two to be able to be in a school," said the grandmother, "to have a look after each other."
"We are a major," Ding Ji said. "A school may not be able to take care of it. The school is so big."
"You take care of the little fairy. You can help me with anything," said the grandma. "You are dizzy when you are young. The little fairy looks like a good boy. Even a cucumber can't shoot well."
"...Grandma, I won't do it." Lin Wuyu sighed, and a shot of cucumber probably allowed Grandma to put him directly in the living waste file.
"Everyone can make a small plane to make money," Grandpa said. "You don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
"What's wrong with flying a small plane? Flying a small plane doesn't mean you can take care of yourself!" Grandma said. "Take care of it, although Xiao Ji doesn't fly a plane, you can't die if you throw him out."
"Yes," Grandpa nodded. "It's useless, or Peng Peng."
"That's not true." Grandma nodded.
Lin Wuyu laughed. Liu Jinpeng was really frustrated. He was beaten with Ding Ji from childhood, and was always trampled.
"You are too much," Ding Ji said, "Ren Pengpeng is doing a good job in the class now, making a lot of money a month."
"He's not here again," said the grandmother. "I'll praise him when he's there. You remember to let him come to dinner when he was off duty. Last time he said he wanted to eat pancakes. I didn't come even if I bought them!"
"I scold him!" Ding Ji said.
"What fritters?" Although Lin Wuyu was eating ribs, he was still a little bit greedy when he heard the fritters.
"Deep-fried fritters with red bean paste inside," Ding Ji gestured. "It's just a little bit of it when you make it. Once you fry it, it will be so big. It's crispy on the outside and fragrant and soft on the inside."
"...Oh," Lin Wuyuqiang resisted the urge to swallow, and took a sip of the rice. "It's delicious, right?"
"It must be delicious," Ding Ji said with a smile, leaning close to him and whispering, "It's not difficult to do, you ask grandma, she will do it for you early tomorrow."
Lin Wuyu hesitated for a moment and was not embarrassed to speak.
"It's okay," Ding Ji touched him with his arm. "In our house, it's not unreasonable."
"Grandma." Lin Wuyu called out to Grandma.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Grandma looked at him.
Lin Wuyu couldn't say it again. This was Ding Ji's grandmother, not his grandmother. He and the old lady had never met each other a few times...
"Ouch," Ding Ji patted the table. "He wants to eat pancakes! Will he make it for him tomorrow morning?"
"Okay," said the grandmother, "Now it's okay to fry both of you, no trouble, this boy..."
"No, no, no," Lin Wuyu was startled and quickly waved his hand. "No, now for this big table. Grandma will fry the pancakes for me tomorrow morning."
"OK." Grandma nodded with a smile.
Ding Ji looked at Lin Wuyu with a smile, and lowered his voice: "How is it? Is it cool to ask?"
"Cool." Lin Wuyu smiled.
Ding Ji has always felt that Lin Wuyu is confident and arrogant in many things, but this kind of "formal" request without "exchange conditions" seems to be very difficult for Lin Wuyu. It’s like a kid who did the wrong thing.
After asking the grandmother for permission, Lin Wuyu ate more than usual, like to express his love for grandma's meals. Although the grandma's dishes were indeed delicious, Lin Wuyu's sudden increase in food intake, Still, Ding Ji couldn't bear it. 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 people who don't want to eat!"
"I have eaten three large bowls of light rice and eat so many dishes..." Ding Ji frowned.
"Eat your money, right?" said the grandmother. "Empty your rice tank, right?"
"I can't eat any more," Lin Wuyu covered her stomach with one hand and shook her grandmother with one hand, "I'm true..."
Then burped.
"Did you see it?" Ding Ji snorted. "He'll have to fry a bite when he takes another bite!"
"This mouth!" Grandpa pointed at him.
"Hey," Lin Wuyu smiled, "Don't make me laugh, my stomach hurts."
After tidying up the table, Lin Wuyu took care of the dishes and moved the tables and chairs to digest it, but it didn’t work very well, so Ding Ji went out with him again and turned around for seven or eight times. Too.
"I feel like I can't eat pancakes tomorrow morning." Lin Wuyu said.
"It's the same as an intellectual disability." Ding Ji said, "Your high school student learns at this point."
"Don't be jealous," Lin Wuyu said, "The first 50 of the Third Middle School can't be spelled out in the middle school, and the top picks can be in the middle school."
"Hey I still want to ask, who is the second one?" Ding Ji said, "Do you know?"
"Xu Tianbo," Lin Wuyu said, "I have the best friend in school in our dormitory next door."
"It's just one point short," Ding Ji snorted. "I just want to choose one question at random."
"Your multiple choice question may be right." Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji laughed: "Fuck."
"To be honest, you really deserve the name of a child prodigy," Lin Wuyu looked at him. "Although Xu Tianbo is not a nerdy school bully, he has always been very serious. He is learning when he is not playing games. You are one point less than him, he should be depressed."
"Is he depressed?" Ding Ji asked.
"I don't know," Lin Wuyu smiled. "Let's ask at the beginning of the school. He reported to us the aerospace project next door."
"Anyway, there is a familiar classmate," Ding Ji frowned, "I don't even know our school..."
"Aren't you familiar with me?" Lin Wuyu said, "We are both majors, what are you classmates for?"
"...Also." Ding Ji nodded and sighed with relief. "If you change your volunteering in the end, I would be a little bit depressed."
"If I didn't make up my mind, I won't tell you at first." Lin Wuyu squeezed on his shoulder.
This evening Lin Wuyu probably because of overeating and inconvenience of movement. He was quite honest in sleeping all night, without swinging his arms or kicking his legs. He just slept the pillow on the ground.
Ding Ji saw Lin Wuyu's head on his pillow when he got up in the morning.
"Will you get a sleeping bag to sleep in the future?" Ding Ji pushed him.
"What time is it?" Lin Wuyu sat up suddenly.
"Your alarm has just sounded." Ding Ji said, "I was shocked. My grandma said that it's easy to get up and get up slowly."
Lin Wuyu did not speak, and lay back again, closing his eyes.
Without waiting for Ding Ji to ask him what he was doing, he opened his eyes again, then stretched a lazy waist, and then took an extremely slow motion for at least ten seconds before sitting up.
Rubbing against the bed in slow motion, he said, "This should allow me to live a few more days."
Ding Ji smiled for a long time: "Neuropathy."
Grandma has made the pancake and cooked a pot of porridge. Grandpa went out and bought a pot of soy milk.
The pancake is indeed delicious, with a crispy and soft skin, and the translucent soft glutinous pastry wrapped with red bean filling, Lin Wuyu bite down and feel the mood is up.
"Delicious?" Grandma asked.
"Well." Lin Wuyu nodded.
"Take two more," said the grandmother. "This will not be so crispy after a while. I can't let you take the car. Now eat more."
"It's diarrhea in the car for a while." Ding Ji dragged Lin Wuyu's luggage out.
"What about bookshelves?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Have you got it?" Ding Ji said, "Here are two boxes. Add another shelf..."
"Nice," Lin Wuyu said.
"Come on." Ding Ji turned around and took the small bookcase out. "This drawer can be stuffed in a bag."
When we arrived at the station, the time was almost right, and we could enter the station in five minutes.
Ding Ji put the suitcase he was holding at Lin Wuyu's hand: "Then pay attention to safety on your way."
"Well," Lin Wuyu carried a backpack, dragged his luggage in one hand, and carried the bookshelf in the other. It seemed to be coming as he should. "Go back, don't stand here."
"It's okay," Ding Ji said. "It's not a few minutes."
Lin Wuyu didn't speak anymore, the two looked together as a team.
Usually they can say a lot, even if Lin Wuyu is silent, Ding Ji can find the topic, but suddenly he 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?"
"This is the last batch in the past," Lin Wuyu said. "There is no difference between arranging and not arranging."
"Um." Ding Jiying responded.
No more words.
Lin Wuyu glanced at him: "You go back, we are standing like this, I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Huh?" Ding Ji froze.
"It's the feeling of seeing you off," Lin Wuyu said, "It seems that I have to go for ten years, and I'm in the middle of life..."
"Did you think too much?" Ding Ji said.
"This is the first time someone has sent me a stop, I am not very used to it." Lin Wuyu smiled.
"That's all right," Ding Ji thought for a while. "I'll be in the station immediately, and send me a message when I'm 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 around and 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 his hand.
Ding Ji put the lollipop in his mouth, waved his hand, and turned to the exit.
He didn't look back. Lin Wuyu didn't say that he hadn't paid attention. After that, he now had a strong feeling of reluctance.
Liu Jinpeng said before that the station is a particularly magical place. Anyone who goes there and looks at the people next to him, the feeling of parting will suddenly emerge.
He felt it now.
A feeling of parting spontaneously.
Obviously, it took only a month at most, and he went there, maybe a professional with Lin Wuyu, maybe he can still be in the same dormitory, but now this feeling is still lingering.