Chapter 50:

50
There was no sound in the room.
This is not the first time Ding Ji cried in front of Lin Wuyu, but this time he cried reluctantly. He clearly did not intend to cry, but now he is like a fool.
Lin Wuyu was shocked by his sudden cry, and the raised hand did not know whether it should be extended or retracted, and looked stiffly like a wax figure.
Ding Ji really didn't expect that he would be such a reaction at this critical moment. Before continuing to embarrass and cry more severely, he turned and quickly rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Ding Ji?" Lin Wuyu immediately followed.
Ding Ji quickly locked the door.
Lin Wuyu knocked a few times outside the door: "Why are you Ding Ji?"
He made no noise and stared at himself in front of the mirror.
I really envy Lin Wuyu, when the eyes are not red when weeping.
He howled his throat, and his eyes were red all the time, and his nose was also red, and he looked very miserable, as if he had encountered some misfortune.
...And nothing wrong.
It is unfortunate enough.
Ding Ji turned and walked to the sink, raised his hands and wiped his eyes, unscrewed the faucet. In order to prevent Lin Wuyu from hearing him crying and washing his face, he boiled the water very small.
After washing his face, he lifted and looked at himself in the mirror, still uncomfortable.
"Ding Ji!" Lin Wuyu's knock on the door was louder and more anxious. "What are you doing? A noise!"
A fart sound!
Ding Ji gritted his teeth, he knew he would cry now if he had a little voice, since he was a child, he knew himself well, and his grandma always made him cry when he wanted to cry, he couldn’t hold back live.
"Ding Ji!" Lin Wuyu continued to shoot the door, "I'm violent!"
Crap, you have the ability to unscrew the lock.
Ding Ji sniffed his nose.
The longer it dragged on, the more he thought about it, and the less he could open the door, and he couldn't face Lin Wuyu. He had no idea how this situation would end.
Lin Wuyu really twisted the door lock, but only stopped it twice.
The most conscientious thing about this landlord is the door lock. The bathroom lock is not the kind of ball lock that can be screwed with a hard twist. It has a handle and is particularly strong.
Ding Ji took a breath and wanted to sort out his emotions. He could never have cats in the bathroom all night and would always go out.
What to say, how to do it, what Lin Wuyu thinks, do you want to talk about it?
He has to sort it out.
Two seconds later Lin Wuyu tapped the door again: "Ding Ji!"
Ding Ji looked back at the door, and there was no sound.
He is embarrassed and uncomfortable now, he doesn't want to hear any sound from him at all.
"Don't stand by the door." Lin Wuyu said.
Want to kick the door?
Ding Ji froze for a moment, subconsciously stepped aside.
If the door is kicked, the loss is a bit big. With this lock, the door cover may be smashed. Even if the door cover and the door are replaced in this way, how can you get 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 was really able to do such a thing.
"Lin..." He opened the door.
Not a single word has been said, the bathroom door has made a loud noise.
Whoops!
Despite being mentally prepared, Ding Ji was still taken aback. This movement was not kicking, it was... hacking!
A crack appeared in the bathroom door, and a kitchen knife stuck in the crack.
"I depend?" Ding Ji froze.
Then the kitchen knife disappeared into the crack.
Ding Ji took a step forward and wanted to see what was going on.
Click-click!
The kitchen knife appeared on the door again, and there was one more crack.
Ding Ji suddenly felt a little bit cool, and with this kind of squeaky sound, the feeling of being smashed.
The kitchen knife disappeared again.
While waiting for Lin Wuyu's third knife, the door made a different movement.
Choking!
Lin Wuyu's fist smashed into the middle of the two split cracks, and the fist was still wrapped in a circle of kitchen grease paper... After smashing in, he shook his hand, shook the kitchen paper, and then twisted from the inside The door was unlocked.
It's really an exquisite learning god, so I just hit a door and have to wrap my hands... I rely! Lin Wuyu is coming in!
After Ding Ji reacted, he immediately solidified from head to toe, from hair to sweat.
Lin Wuyu pushed open the door and watched him ask as he drew back his hand: "Are you all right?"
Ding Ji shook his head.
"Why didn't you make a noise?" Lin Wuyu drew his hand, but his hand was stuck in the crack.
Ding Ji didn't speak and sniffed.
"What are you crying for?" Lin Wuyu drew his hand again, his hand still stuck.
The quality of this door is not bad. Although he was split and punched, he only opened a mouth without breaking a hole. It is okay to get in the hand, but it is difficult when going out.
This reminded Ding Ji of the shock of the chainsaw.
Because he didn't dare to watch the whole movie, he blew his wind and ran to see a post on the chainsaw's Daquan method... suddenly his back fluffed.
"...Don't cry anymore," Lin Wuyu turned his other hand behind the door, pulling the cracked wood, "Help me."
"Ah." Ding Ji swiftly recovered and rushed past in two steps.
Holding the wood and pulling upward, Lin Wuyu finally pulled his hand back.
Then the scene freezes again.
Ding Ji grabbed the wood without letting go, as if this were his last straw.
Lin Wuyu grabbed his wrist and pulled it twice without pulling, so he sighed, "It's okay."
Ding Ji looked up at him.
"It's okay," Lin Wuyu patted lightly on his arm. "You...I'll go out for a while, will you stay alone?"
Ding Ji froze.
He really didn't expect Lin Wuyu to say that.
This suggestion is actually quite good. He was uncomfortable because of Lin Wuyu's appearance. He was neither sitting nor crying, standing up, crying, suffocating, suffocating, and embarrassing.
But if Lin Wuyu really turned around and went out of the house now, the room was back in his state of being alone these days, but he could not bear it.
"No." He said.
"That's all right," Lin Wuyu thought for a while, and stretched his arms to hug him. "Are you going to cry? I can pretend I don't know."
This hug and this hug Li Lin Wuyu's breath made Ding Ji sour for a while.
He and Lin Wuyu have embraced 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 pressed his eyes against Lin Wuyu's shoulder, took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
But as he exhaled slowly, his tears came out again.
In the second half of his breath, he couldn't spit, and became a cry.
And because he was exhaling, he even felt like he was crying like a wailing, like a fool.
Lin Wuyu didn't speak anymore, his hands kept patting behind Ding Ji.
In addition to this appeasement, he couldn't think of anything else to do. After all, Ding Ji's reaction was that he didn't expect it at all.
He even thought about whether Ding Ji had already left with his luggage when he returned.
Whether he should call or ask is still the case.
Or as soon as the door opened, Ding Ji hit him with a fist in the face, should he suffer or avoid it...
Just didn't expect Ding Ji to cry.
Crying so sad.
Lin Wuyu's pinch time is generally accurate, but today Ding Ji cried like this, he was in a mess, and he didn't think about how long Ding Ji cried.
I only knew that Ding Ji finally lost his voice, and still lowered his head and pressed his shoulder for at least five minutes before finally raising his head.
He let go of Ding Ji's arm and didn't wait to see Ding Ji's face clearly. Ding Ji had turned around and unscrewed the faucet of the washbasin, splashing water on his face.
"I'm sorry." Ding Ji closed the faucet, propped the edge of the pool, and sniffed.
"Are you hungry?" Lin Wuyu asked, "The red bean cake may still be hot."
"Huh." Ding Ji answered with a strong nasal voice.
Lin Wuyu hurriedly turned to the living room, took a box of red bean cakes out of the bag, opened the lid and clicked on a cake with a finger.
Found that the cake was already cold.
"It's not hot anymore," Ding Ji walked out, hanging his face with water, "come back all the way all the time."
"It's still hot when we go downstairs," Lin Wuyu smiled. "I just made it when I bought it."
"I blame myself?" Ding Ji reached for a cake and took a bite. "It's been too long to cry, so I cry all the cakes, right?"
"No," Lin Wuyu said, "The air conditioner is blowing cold, just below the vent."
Ding Ji looked at him and sucked his nose again.
Lin Wuyu pulled a tissue and handed it to him.
Ding Ji turned away: "No."
"Wet your hands get wet," Lin Wuyu said, "should I go to the hospital to change the medicine?"
"I went to the community hospital to sew the needle," Ding Ji said. "I took a bunch of medicines and changed them myself. The doctor said it was not deep."
"Sewing needle?" Lin Wuyu startled. "So serious?"
"Two stitches, it's almost ready before the school starts," Ding Ji took another pie. "It's delicious."
"Well, many people buy it," Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji didn't speak, and stuffed the cake in his mouth.
"Change the medicine," Lin Wuyu said, "Don't get infected."
Dressing is a good thing.
At least it will make them less awkward, do not know how to speak, and can not help but talk.
It is easy to change the medicine.
Ding Ji sat next to the coffee table and put his hand up: "Take a plate and pick it up."
Lin Wuyu hesitated and 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 out, and spray something from the white bottle, just wrap it." Ding Ji directed him, "That's what the doctor did."
"I'm coming?" Lin Wuyu bent over and looked at his hand.
"Or will I come?" Ding Ji asked.
"Let me come." Lin Wuyu gritted his teeth, reached out and pinched the tape on Ding Ji's hand, and gently pulled the tape around twice.
When he opened the wet gauze and saw Ding Ji's wound, he frowned. "How did it happen... what did you do with the knife?"
"I don't know." Ding Ji's voice muffled.
Are you angry?
Lin Wuyu didn't dare to ask. At this time, Ding Ji was sensitive as if he had nerves in his hair, so he had to pay great attention to what he said.
Ding Ji often goes to the kitchen to help her grandmother. There will certainly not be such a serious mistake in holding a kitchen knife. Even if he is a person who can't even shoot cucumbers, he won't let the kitchen knife cut his palm.
Ding Ji said that he shot the knife, it should really be a slap on the blade.
Are you angry?
Lin Wuyu felt distressed.
why are you mad?
Because of the reaction, I have eaten dumplings with parsley for months?
Or is it because the dumplings with coriander stuffing actually let him know what he ate...
When he picked up the transparent bottle and poured it onto the wound at Ding Ji's request, his hand shook slightly. Although the wound was sewn, it still oozed with blood, and it looked awful.
"I poured it." Lin Wuyu reminded him that the bottle should be alcohol.
"It doesn't hurt, the anesthesia hasn't happened yet," Ding Ji said. "The doctor is really cruel. The anesthesia needle pierced the wound directly. I screamed in pain and the children at the door made me cry. "
Lin Wuyu smiled and poured alcohol into a small bottle on the wound: "Is it all right?"
"Well," Ding Ji nodded. "Dip the cotton ball, and then spray it. It seems to stick to the wound without cracking."
"Okay." Lin Wuyu pinched a cotton ball, being careful not to let his hand touch Ding Ji's wound.
After the dipping, the healing agent was sprayed again, which was considered the work.
It is much easier to wrap gauze, wrap it a few times, and fix it with tape.
"Okay," Lin Wuyu glanced at the plate, which looked scary with red alcohol in it, "This plate..."
"Throw it away." Ding Ji frowned.
"Take a plastic bag next time and forget about it," Lin Wuyu said. "There are four plates in total, only enough to change four times."
Ding Ji froze for a while: "Isn't it enough to use this plate for dressing?"
"...That's right." Lin Wuyu also froze.
"How do you become a of learning?" Ding Ji asked.
"You still a child prodigy?" Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji paused for a while, leaning on the chair and laughing.
Lin Wuyu washed the plate clean and put it under the coffee table, leaving it to be used for medicine next time.
Ding Ji looks better than before, and the expression on his face is a lot easier.
Lin Wuyu decided at least tonight that he could no longer mention the reason for his injury or the reason for leaving him blank.
"I think there are chicken wings and salted eggs in the kitchen," Lin Wuyu said, "Are you going to get winged wings?"
"Well," Ding Ji sighed, "can't do it now."
"Or..." Lin Wuyu walked to the kitchen door and looked at it. "The chicken wings don't need to be cut or chopped. Tell me how to do it. I'll do it."
"OK." Ding Ji nodded, stood up, and began to recite the recipe. "Wash the chicken wings, drain and cut a flower knife to make it easier to taste. Crush the salted egg yolk and add about one egg yolk to the chicken wings. Add flakes and soy sauce. Gradually marinate for half an hour, then wrap dry starch, oil temperature is 60% to 70%, heat it to a low heat and cook until golden..."
"The children next door are all weeping," Lin Wuyu said.
"I'll say it again," Ding Ji looked at him. "Listen."
"Continue." Lin Wuyu nodded.
"Gai Gai braised for 5 minutes, put it back in the pot and put a little oil, and fry the salted egg yolks until bubbling, pour the chicken wings into the stir," Ding Ji said, "spread green onions out of the pan."
"That's it?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Did you write it down?" Ding Ji asked.
"Give me five minutes and I can carry it backwards for you." Lin Wuyu turned and entered the kitchen.
Ding Ji smiled, sitting still in the living room.
He did believe it on his back, for Lin Wuyu, it should not be particularly difficult, after all, the emperor Jade Emperor's brain.
But this process must be completed. It is not easy for someone who can't even shoot cucumbers.
Anyway, some people in their class today said that they were going to fail. Some of them failed, some were black, some were simmered, and another one was very beautiful after the whole process. It took a bite and bloodshot, I don’t know how to do it. of.
Lin Wuyu is destined to fail.
Ding Ji has a little pleasure of revenge and feels a lot more comfortable.
After a few minutes he could even get up and stand by the kitchen door and watch Lin Wuyu work clumsily.
Lin Wuyu tied an apron of five-changing rice on his body and was standing by the desk looking at the salted eggs cooked in the pot.
"You actually know that this salted duck egg is raw?" Ding Ji said, "I thought you thought it was cooked."
"I really think so." Lin Wuyu kicked the trash can in front of him.
Ding Ji glanced inwards, and a salted duck egg that had knocked on the shell was lying inside: "Just throw it like this?"
"What if I don't throw it?" Lin Wuyu said.
"Steamed and eaten, brother Wuyu!" Ding Ji shouted.
Lin Wuyu glanced at him.
Ding Ji lost his voice.
Wuyu brother.
This was a very normal name. He was in a very good mood. When Lin Wuyu was particularly interesting, he liked to call it that way.
But at this moment, this Wuyu brother called out and suddenly felt like he was stripped of his clothes.
"I just changed the garbage bag and haven't thrown anything else," Lin Wuyu said, "Would you like to take it out?"
Ding Ji looked at him and spoke for a long time: "Your appetite is so good?"
"That's not taken." Lin Wuyu continued to stare at the pot.
Ding Ji looked at it for a while, and couldn't help it. He asked again: "Are you single-threaded?"
"Huh?" Lin Wuyu glanced at him, "Oh!"
Then he picked up the chicken wings and began to cut the flower knife... in fact, just scratch a few knives on it.
It can be seen that Lin Wuyu is also somewhat absent-minded, and he needs to remind him of such basic arrangements.
Ding Ji stopped talking and leaned against the door in silence.
He couldn't tell what Lin Wuyu was thinking. Lin Wuyu's emotions were rarely exposed. Especially when he was emotional, he was used to seeing people, but every time he looked at Lin Wuyu, it was a bit hard.
He reached into his trouser pocket and felt it.
Grandma's copper money is still inside.
It must be a gossip.
...What?
What is Lin Wuyu thinking about? This certainly doesn't count.
Count Lin Wuyu's feelings?
Still count his own feelings?
Or what will happen to his relationship with Lin Wuyu after today?
Ding Ji pinched the coin in his pocket and turned to prepare to return to the living room.
"Stop watching?" Lin Wuyu asked.
"Does it look good?" Ding Ji said.
"Where are you going?" Lin Wuyu turned his head to look at him.
"Relax, I'm...okay now." Ding Ji felt that his head was a bit tight. He couldn't talk to Lin Wuyu other than the topic of wings at this moment, so he had to go quickly." I don’t want to talk to you."
"Oh," Lin Wuyu responded behind him, "Do you want to eat with me?"
"Let's make your back-to-back dish first!" Ding Ji shouted.
"Golden to fry, under a small fire, heat into seven or six warm oil..." Lin Wuyu said.
Ding Ji was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. This was what he said before turning back on him.
Neuropathy!