Unbridled

Lin Wuyu did not spend the night at home, and left the house after eating the braised noodles. His mother complained that half of his voice was forcibly closed in the house.

The only good news is that I heard "Your brother blablabla" only once today.

In terms of presence, no one in this family can compare to "your brother".

Although your brother is not in this family, but your brother's legend makes him still have the highest status in this family.

In this ordinary weather with fine weather, moonlight and starry sky, and thousands of lights in the night, Lin Wuyu clipped the doll for half an hour and listened to the singing by street singers for half an hour on the night when ideal high school dogs were all immersed in hard work. I ordered a song and finally walked into the barbecue restaurant I always went to.

"Old rules!" the boss standing behind the skewer shouted.

"Yes." Lin Wuyu nodded.

The old rule is to pack two in the same string. He brings one to the dormitory and the other to the dormitory next door. Although the behavior seems to cover up some unspeakable purpose, he actually likes to eat barbecue. There is no dormitory next door, he can also eat two servings, one at a uniform speed in the evening, and one serving early.

He did not reply to the message on the phone. As usual, he would not reply to every message on purpose.

When carrying the barbecue back to the dormitory, he carried the bag and accelerated, as usual, swept through the door of the uncle.

Finally, as usual, the door of the dormitory next door was opened.

All four people were in the dormitory, turning their heads to look at him together, the lens flashing.

Lin Wuyu pushed his glasses, saying hello, and put the bag on the table by the door: "Just baked."

When turning around and leaving the dormitory, Xu Tianbo followed: "Hey."

Lin Wuyu turned his head.

"Is there anyone..." Xu Tianbo took the dormitory door and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything impolite to you? Say something bad or something."

"Several pieces of news, I haven't read it yet," Lin Wuyu thought about it. Today his phone rang quite a few times. He hadn't been in a mood to look at the phone. "What happened, did you send it? I complained to you from the school Discrimination."

"Fart," Xu Tianbo laughed, but soon frowned and frowned, "Don't be affected by those people."

"No one can influence me," Lin Wuyu patted his shoulder. "Thanks."

After Xu Tianbo closed the door of the dormitory, Lin Wuyu returned to his dormitory.

The feeling between the two suddenly changed a little subtly, which was a little frustrating.

Several people in the dormitory have returned from the classroom self-study, and are lying on the table to open up a new battlefield.

When Chen Mang came over to pick up the barbecue bag in his hand, he felt that the atmosphere in the dormitory was a little embarrassing, but no one mentioned the rooftop shouting.

Their dorms generally do not discuss private matters.

Of course, such a good housekeeping style was formed only after several people fought and fought several times.

So now even if the rooftop is out of the box, as long as Lin Wuyu doesn't mention it, the other three people will never ask.

"The power of me staying up late is here." Chen Mang opened the bag and took a bunch of chicken Jane to start eating.

"Is that still the one?" Liu Ziyi also got up and walked over, asking a nonsense that was obviously held to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Well." Lin Wuyu responded. He didn't feel anything uncomfortable. Instead, a few roommates were so careful that he was a little offended.

Usually brought back to the dormitory barbecue, Chen Mang they have to grab, or no one can eat Lin Wuyu.

This person can eat half of 1v3.

But today Lin Wuyu is obviously not very appetite. He only ate a third of the barbecue and lay back on the bed.

He didn't intend to cover up his emotions. When he fell down, he fell down. It was boring to force the acting to show these people in the dormitory. He had been in a dormitory for three years. Who doesn't know who.

Chen Mang and the few of them ignored him and seized this rare opportunity to sweep away the barbecue.

Then the dormitory quickly became calm. Except Lin Wuyu, they all laid back on the table. The high school did not turn off the lights. They usually stayed in the middle of the night. Sometimes Lin Wuyu got up at three or four and went to the toilet to see Liu Ziyi's lights. Is bright.

In a quiet review atmosphere, Lin Wuyu's mobile phone rang.

He rolled over, touched the phone and first tuned his voice to vibration, then opened the message.

It is a friend application. The avatar is very common. After all, more than half of the various heads are all kinds of anime heads.

But the content of the friend application is very unusual.

-Garbage metamorphosis

Four words, Lin Wuyu took two or three seconds to react.

This is scolding him.

He frowned and ignored it. He glanced at the following applications for friends. Today, the applications for friends are very concentrated, and there is a slip below.

In addition to the three normal applications with classes and names, there are four or five.

-I didn't expect you to be so disgusting

-About?

-Dead garbage, be careful

...

Lin Wuyu in the back did not take a closer look. There are quite a lot of news today.

Some accidents.

Some of the contemporary teenagers' expressions of likes and dislikes are so straightforward.

When Xu Tianbo asked him, he still thought Xu Tianbo was worried. Now it seems that he heard something bad.

Lin Wuyu tossed the phone aside, pulled the question from the side table, and started looking at it with his arm on his arm.

Chen Mang reached over and turned on the desk lamp for him: "Do you think our dormitory is very cattle when you have the shortest myopia?"

"Yeah," Lin Wuyu said, "not a cow?"

"No cow," Chen Mang said, "You are short-sighted even if you don't read books. It's a tragedy."

Lin Wuyu laughed: "I also watched it, how could it not be."

"Look at the fart book." Ding Ji took the large glass bottle next to him, took a sip of honeysuckle water cooked by her grandmother, listened to the creaking sound of the chair, and reached for a chess piece on the chessboard in front of her.

"I really haven't seen a student like you going to school, and I didn't feel so distracted when I went to school," Liu Jinpeng stared at the chessboard with a frown. "How did you get into high school?"

Ding Ji smiled: "I want to..."

"General!" Liu Jinpeng suddenly waved his hand, shouted suddenly, raised his voice, and dropped a piece of chess on the chessboard, pop!

The bottle of honeysuckle fairy tea in Ding Ji's hand made him almost frightened.

"Play a backgammon, you don't have to be so involved in the game," he glanced at Liu Jinpeng, put down the bottle, picked up a piece of white, and gently placed it on the chessboard, "I won."

Liu Jinpeng stared at the three straight lines that appeared on the chessboard at the same time and froze for a while: "Is this all right?"

"No matter what," Ding Ji clapped his hands. "Are you still playing?"

"Stop playing!" Uncle Chen, who had been sitting next to the cigarette, answered. "You two have been playing backgammon for an afternoon. Isn't it enough? Almost. I want to play with paper painting. I'm waiting to play Go here." What! Old Li will be here soon."

"Uncle Chen," Ding Jihong waved to Liu Jinpeng, beckoning him to make way, and then turned to look at Uncle Chen. "Uncle Li hasn't arrived yet, shall we come first?"

Uncle Chen shook his eyebrows immediately and hesitated before speaking.

Liu Jinpeng was amused on the side.

Uncle Chen used to be the king of chess in these nearby hutongs. He won many championships in the Go tournament until the empty spaces gathered by the amateur blind-eyed players on the streets filled up.

Until Ding Ji appeared.

At that time, the junior high school student Ding Ji, who only took time to watch them play chess for a month, ended Chen Shu’s career as a chess king.

As long as Ding Ji sat opposite, Uncle Chen never won again.

When Ding Ji returned to the world of backgammon, he felt so relieved and happy that he almost sent a pennant.

"Hey old Li! You can count it! Hurry!" Uncle Chen suddenly beckoned to the other side of the road, "Hurry!"

Ding Ji looked back, and Uncle Li did arrive. He took a sip of tea with a smile, and stood up holding the big glass: "Does Peng Peng go to my house to eat?"

"Which one do you have?" Liu Jinpeng asked.

"My milk house." Ding Ji said.

"Go." Liu Jinpeng clapped his hands.

"Hurry up," Uncle Li came over. "You stay here to affect your uncle Chen."

"No, no." Chen Shu said.

"Then I..." Ding Ji stopped immediately and turned his head.

"Go." Uncle Chen said.

This street open-air "chess house" not only has a type of Go chess, six sets of stone tables and chairs, at least two kinds of chessboards are stacked on each table, and the neighborhood committee has also put a lot of care in the small grocery store next to it. Military chess checkers flying chess. However, there are many uncles and uncles who play chess in general, followed by Go. Although it is often time-consuming and amazing, it can create an illusion of "how elegant I am", so there are many people who play.

Grandma’s house is not far from here, plus there is an open mini park next to it, with green space and Xiaoguang, it is a handsome resort that integrates skateboarding, parkour, BMX and street dance. Ding Ji has been in love since elementary school. Come here to soak, when on vacation, when truant from school, when running away from home, basically this is the first choice.

"Did you return to your parents' home last week?" Liu Jinpeng asked as he walked. "Why are you back again? This time, you haven't been able to support you for ten days?"

"Well," Ding Ji nodded, "not used."

"What are you not used to?" Liu Jinpeng asked, "Always this sentence, you are not used to being in charge of you?"

"Always you always ask." Ding Ji glanced at him. "It's not uncomfortable for them to control me. My grandfather also cares about me. If you don't honestly smoke me."

"Yes," Liu Jinpeng looked into the distance, and quickly began to recall the past, but quickly withdrew from the memory, probably remembering that when he was a child, Grandpa Ding beat Ding Ji and took his hands to pack him up a few times. After a terrible experience, he nodded vigorously, "Yes, it sucked quite hard."

"Rhinitis is gone," Ding Ji asked. "If it's not good, I just brought the spray from there. Take a bottle."

"Okay," said Liu Jinpeng, and he was stunned for a while. "I told you about my rhinitis?"

"Needless to say." Ding Ji replied.

Liu Jinpeng looked at him and asked for a while: "How do you count... Oh no, you said it was not counted, then how did you guess?"

Ding Ji also looked at him without a word.

"Oh," Liu Jinpeng grew up with him after all, and he quickly reacted, and touched his nose. "Isn't it good to blow my nose and break my skin... Hey? Well!"

Ding Ji hooked the corner of his mouth and ignored him. He stretched his arms and stretched: "Go for a walk, my grandmother made dumplings today."

"Tell me! Tell me!" Liu Jinpeng did not give up. After Ding Ji insisted on not answering, he still kept talking about his analysis. "How do I see it? I didn't bring paper today, nor did I have a nasal voice." Alright... Any clues..."

Ding Ji's good mood was ruined by his father's car parked downstairs.

Although it did not destroy the cleanliness, the impact was not small. It was probably that the college entrance examination was approaching. My dad chased him over without even leaving him for three days.

"Come back--" Grandma shouted in the kitchen as she opened the door.

"I'm back--" Ding Ji replied.

"Peng Peng is coming too?" Grandma shouted again.

"Grandma is good--" Liu Jinpeng answered.

"Dad." Ding Ji saw the dad who was sitting on the sofa looking at a book.

"Well," Dad glanced at him, raised the book in his hand and dangled, "Are you reading?"

"No." Ding Ji subconsciously denied it.

My dad had a palmist book in his hands, which he bought at an old book stall for three dollars in the first grade of his elementary school, making up for the vacancy of the grandmother who wouldn’t read palmistry in pretending to be fooled. It will be taken out and turned over.

"I took it yesterday," Liu Jinpeng quickly answered, saving Ding Jiyu from fire and water. "I'm looking for grandma to help me."

"Grandma does not show palmistry," Dad glanced at him. "Are you still interested in these?"

"Living old, learning old." Liu Jinpeng said.

Dad smiled expressionlessly, stopped talking, and Ding Ji didn't find anything to say, so he entered the kitchen.

Grandpa hasn't returned from the walk. The second aunt watered Grandma's flowers on the balcony. Grandma was in the kitchen and the living room was an embarrassing prison.

"You have to say that your dad is here," Liu Jinpeng followed him into the kitchen and whispered, "I won't come."

"I don't know he's coming." Ding Ji helped her grandmother to get the washed vegetables into the basket and asked, "When did he come? Why are you here?"

"Come and catch you back," said the grandmother, "you didn't tell me that you stole it."

"How old I am," Ding Ji said. "They didn't control me when I was in elementary school. Now that I'm getting married soon, I think of it."

"This is a bit unfair," Liu Jinpeng said. "They started to manage when you were married for a few years, but they haven't been very successful."

Ding Ji didn't make a sound, leaning against the back wall: "Don't talk nonsense, it's time to help, can you live a little in your eyes."

"I depend." Liu Jinpeng glanced at him.

"Chop stuffing." Grandma took a kitchen knife and rapped on the cutting board. The knife cut in half an inch.

Liu Jinpeng pulled out his knife and began to work hard.

"I'm definitely not going back with him tonight," Ding Ji didn't know whether he was talking to himself, or grandma or Liu Jinpeng. "Don't persuade anyone, I live here, I breathe. "

"Well." Liu Jinpeng nodded.

"After a while, I say go," Ding Ji said, "Peng Peng, please keep up with it."

"OK." Liu Jinpeng raised his hand and rushed to his head to compare ok.

Lin Wuyu didn't tell anyone about being spoofed in a friend's application, but a few people in the dormitory knew about it.

It only took another two days to speak.

"Do you want to think of a way?" Chen Mang asked, "You shouldn't have said this, we shouldn't ask, but has it been two or three days? Hasn't it stopped, this is a way to find a curse. Come on one by one."

"Don't worry." Lin Wuyu was eating.

"Tell Lao Lin," Liu Ziyi said. "He must be able to help deal with it. This affects emotions so much, how can I review it."

"No effect." Lin Wuyu took a sip of soup, and the food in the cafeteria was a bit salty today.

"Is that so patient?" Luo Chuan frowned.

"It's not forbearable," Lin Wuyu thought for a while. "So let's say, these people don't deserve me to use a brain cell on them. I don't have time to waste on them."

Chen Mang looked at him: "It makes sense that they just want to disgust you."

"Give them a look and count them as I lose." Lin Wuyu put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and stood up with a plate.

"Eating so fast is bad for the stomach," Liu Ziyi couldn't help educating him, "Where to go?"

"Shopping." Chen Mang answered with Lin Wuyu.

Lin Wuyu doesn’t like to sit at his desk for review, because he puts too much pressure on him. He likes to wander around, take a look around, look around, find a place to daze, playground, street, square fountain, in his head. Reviewing the content over and over again.

Relatively unfamiliar, the environment without familiar faces will make him feel at ease and feel that the world is his own.

I never forget, I Yao Shunyu soup, I am the most powerful mountain king between heaven and earth.

Today he walked quite far. This small square has been there twice before, and it is very lively at night. Actually, it is not suitable for review, but today he does not particularly want to review.

He wanted to see life under the mountain.

In the distance, the teenager jumped onto the railing on a skateboard. After falling down, he slid for another two meters. Someone was shooting a fancy shot under the backboard standing under the lights. The frame with the iron chain was smashed, 20 meters away. There are a few little girls holding guitars singing...

How lively.

Behind him is a scammer.

"Let me see, just say a few words, male left female right? Then look at my left hand?"

And the fool who rushed to beg.

"No," Jianghu scammers probably don't cheat like this. "Don't you say this every time you see me?"

"You haven't seen it for me," said the fool. "We have known each other for four or five years, although we are not too familiar..."

"Forget it today, he is in a bad mood," the other voice was probably a liar's assistant, "coming later."

That's not too sudden. Master Liar probably didn't have time to ask the fool's information. Of course not today.

but.

"Come on," the cheater said, "Go and buy me a bottle of water."

Lin Wuyu was interested, listening intently to the movement behind him.

The fool quickly bought the water and came back: "What is it?"

"Hands," the liar said.

A few seconds later, he said another sentence: "Is there a brother or sister?"

"Yes." The fool was a little surprised. "Precise."

"Have you ever been seriously ill or had anything else happened in high school or junior high school?" the liar asked again.

"I... rely on!" The fool's voice rose, "I had a car accident in the first day! I have never told anyone about this! Can I see this? What do you think?"

"Monkeyed," the liar said.

Lin Wuyu couldn't help but turned around and glanced behind him.

If this is true, it is indeed amazing.

There were three people sitting on the steps behind him, the one in the middle should be a liar, and the person on the right was extending his left hand to him.

The scammer is very young, about the same age as himself.

But when he looked up here, Lin Wuyu raised an eyebrow.

......This will not be Xu Tianbo's brother for many years.

The liar held a lollipop, and after staring at it for a few seconds, he found that Lin Wuyu didn't mean to turn back, he wrapped his tongue, and the lollipop stick was aimed at Lin Wuyu.

"Look?" He lifted his chin.