Unbridled

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Ding Ji’s New Year’s Day was similar to what Lin Wuyu had imagined before. Like the one on TV, the family was busy and busy, chatting and walking back and forth in the kitchen and living room. Very happy to do, everyone is talking and laughing.

Lin Wuyu didn’t know how to describe his feelings. He grew up, and his memories of the Chinese New Year were quite deserted, even when Lin Zhan was still at home. The mother cooked a few dishes, if you can hear it The sound of firecrackers everywhere is no different than usual.

Now he especially wants to chat with Lin Zhan, want to ask him, do you have any expectations for the New Year? Have you ever thought about a person with a red face in a steaming room like TV, you can talk, smirk, and eat all the time.

Of course, he cannot talk to Lin Zhan at the moment, maybe later.

Everything you can't expect will happen.

If you can’t, you will experience it.

Lin Wuyu walked to the table and took a deep-fried pancake from the plate, just out of the pan.

Everyone eats lunch casually. Everything is for the evening meal. The prepared dishes are placed on a large table. Lin Wuyu can't hold it.

Shake over and pinch a piece, shake over and clamp a piece.

Too much Lin Wuyu, this is not your home, you dare not be so unruly in your own home!

But here he somehow dared.

Grandma's family has a magical power that can make people all the same as Ding Ji.

Although he couldn’t catch anyone but his dad like Ding Ji, he could act like a rogue, even with small green beans, but Lin Wuyu felt that he was just like Ding Ji, stealing food It can be done in a cloud.

"Are you two going to eat that afternoon?" Aunt looked at Lin Wuyu.

"I can eat two more meals this afternoon." Lin Wuyu said.

"Deep-fried pancakes are so delicious," Xiao Mungdou said while wagging his fingers, "You can't blame Brother Xiaolin for stealing, I've eaten half and a half."

"He doesn't eat it stealthily, eat it openly...why are you half left, who will eat it for you!" Aunt looked at her.

"He." Xiaomung Chong Lin Wuyu raised his chin.

The uncle laughed beside him.

"Oh, I don't care about you anymore," the little aunt entered the kitchen. "Ding Ji! He noodle!"

"No." Ding Jiwo played with a cell phone on the sofa and answered very simply.

"He said he wouldn't." Grandpa said while drinking tea. The house was not busy. Both he and his small tea table were moved to the TV. After a while, he sat down and drank two cups of tea, and was released. It looks like the pupils were fined by the podium.

"Isn't this the only thing he can do well in the kitchen?" said the aunt.

"I'll come." Lin Wuyu began to pull his sleeves.

Everyone in the room except Ding Ji and his dad looked at it and issued the same shocking question: "Will you meet?"

"Yes." Lin Wuyu replied decisively.

"Then you go and make noodles," Aunt pointed to the noodles in the kitchen. "Xiaoji, you're going to mix the stuffing. Your grandpa just chopped up the stuffing."

"Good." Ding Ji jumped off the sofa.

The kitchen couldn't turn, and Lin Wuyu walked into the living room with a bag of flour and a pot.

My uncle set up a small table: "Come here... or I will come."

"I'll do it," Lin Wuyu said, "I will."

"That line," said the little uncle, "I'll get you a pot of water."

"Okay." Lin Wuyu put the pot and flour on the small table.

Ding Ji took out three pots filled with different dumplings and came out. First, he took one and sat next to the small table, chopsticks while stirring, while looking at him.

Uncle took the water and walked away.

Lin Wuyu pulled the sleeves that had been folded back again, looked at the empty basin in front of him, and took a breath.

"Suck Dantian," Ding Ji said while looking at him while stirring the stuffing. "Put another horse, the success rate is relatively high."

Lin Wuyu glanced at him.

"Look at me," Ding Ji raised his eyebrows. "Look at the pot, put it on."

Lin Wuyu rolled his sleeves again.

"Why don't you get shirtless," Ding Ji said, "you sleeves up to short sleeves."

"Mix your stuffing!" Lin Wuyu said.

"With your noodles!" Ding Ji churned chopsticks in the stuffing, his face full of pride in watching the drama.

Lin Wuyu knew that only Ding Ji didn't believe he would meet in this room.

Worthy of being a half fairy.

He really wouldn't, he never met him at all.

But he is not awkward, he can learn it.

He took out his mobile phone, clicked on the page, and entered "how to make dumplings with noodles".

Little Green Bean took a packet of sunflower seeds and nibbled and said, "Oh my god."

-First pour the appropriate amount of flour in the pot, pour half a bowl of cold water

...Too rigorous, what is the appropriate amount? What is a half bowl?

Lin Wuyu snorted and opened another page.

-500 grams of flour, 1 egg, 1 spoon of fine salt, appropriate amount of water

...Forget it, come on.

He threw the phone aside.

Ding Ji laughed very loudly while stirring the stuffing.

"It's almost done," Lin Wuyu looked at him and whispered, "You will make you feel at ease."

"You look like this," Ding Ji looked around the room and whispered, "It's so cute."

Lin Wuyu did not speak and picked up the bag of flour.

The mouth of the bag was already opened. He reached in and squeezed it, it was easy to touch, and then estimated that the basin could probably fit more than half of the bag, so just pour it in half.

Lin Wuyu began pouring flour into the pot.

Ah, the flour is really interesting, soft and thin, and the color is bleaching... finished! Finished, finished!

A bag of noodles suddenly dumped out in an avalanche posture. Lin Wuyu didn’t even have time to finish the thought activity of “if you can’t raise the mouth of the bag, you will sprinkle a lot of flour or you should grab the mouth of the bag to prevent the flour from continuing to slide out”. All the noodles in the room had rushed into the basin, and there was a burst of white smoke.

"Oh, dear brother!" Ding Ji jumped up from the chair, startled.

"Oh my god!" Several seeds were sprinkled from the small green beans.

Lin Wuyu looked at the flour on the table in the basin and was at a loss.

"Look, Ding Ji! Let you be lazy!" Grandma leaned her head out, "Let you disagree with the noodles! Look! The little fairy can shoot the cucumber on the roof last time, and you let him make the noodles!"

"Blame me?" Ding Ji pointed at himself.

"Otherwise blame," Grandpa said. "He won't."

"Hey?" Ding Ji was shocked and turned to look at Lin Wuyu.

"Where is the broom?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"Fuck," Ding Ji stared at him for a while and suddenly laughed. "Don't worry, go wash your face and mix the stuffing, Douer-sweep the floor."

"I'm standing next to you," Xiao Mungdou turned to get the broom. "You don't need to shout like this, I don't know if you live in a villa."

After washing his face, Lin Wuyu returned to the living room. The mung bean had swept away the flour on the ground. Ding Ji was pouring water into the basin with the pot.

"Is this more?" He walked over and looked at it.

"Almost, not much," Ding Ji pours water while stirring the flour with his hands. "Anyway, there is no exact number every time. When the filling is finished, make noodle soup when there is more skin, or just pull it. Cook noodles a few times."

Lin Wuyu took the pot filling that Ding Ji had just mixed and sat down beside the table and began to stir.

Although Ding Ji doesn't make any dishes, he can help grandma and noodles from a young age. His movements are particularly skillful, but the expression on his face is particularly uncomfortable.

"I'll tell you," Ding Ji frowned, "I'm so annoyed that I'm making peace."

"You tell me how to do it, let me do it." Lin Wuyu said.

"You can mix the stuffing," Ding Ji said, "It's okay to sprinkle the flour just now. It would be great if you buckle up the ground for this noodle."

Lin Wuyu smiled and did not speak.

He quite likes to see Ding Jihe noodles.

I don't know why, Ding Jihe's movements and the impatient expression on his face made him look special, as if he was going to wrap in human stuffing.

Very sexy.

It's also amazing. He is now at Ding Ji's house, and he is preparing the New Year's Eve dinner with everyone.

At this time last year, he was still lying on his bed, closing the bedroom door, and could not remember whether he was reading or sleeping.

Mix the dough, mix the stuffing, watch the dough become more and more round, smoother and smoother, and finally turn into a round and bright big white ball, and then follow the small green beans and Ding Ji together piapiapia to smile and shoot up... ...And then wait for the dough to come out.

He would be able to make dumplings. Although they are not beautifully laid, they are still lying down.

It’s also a wonderful thing for everyone to wrap dumplings around the table. Even Ding Ji’s dad and his dad joined. This wonderful feeling has solved the embarrassment when Ding Ji’s mother pushed the door in. .

"You take the wrapped dumplings and put them in the kitchen first." Grandma directed.

Ding Ji's mother put down the bag and took the dumplings into the kitchen.

This family atmosphere can neutralize a lot of emotions and turn into a group of warmth.

Even though Ding Ji's parents were still expressionless, the atmosphere in the room was always pleasant.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the dishes on a large table were all filled with steam, and the steam coming out of a hot pot in the middle obscured everyone on the opposite side.

"Is there any wine?" asked the little uncle.

"Yes!" Everyone answered.

"Wait a minute," said Little Green Bean, "I'm going to change that goblet."

"Do you still care about licking it?" Ding Ji looked at her.

"That's different," Little Green Bean ran into the kitchen and took out a goblet. "I'll use this for a drink later."

"Is it pretending to be red wine?" Ding Ji said.

"Yeah!" said Little Green Bean. "Did you teach me? How to drink a bottle of ice tea elegantly."

Everyone laughed.

"Okay?" Grandma raised her glass.

Lin Wuyu raised the glass with everyone.

"Geely’s words are the same as last year. Anyway, everything is good and everything goes smoothly," said the grandmother. "I hope we all get better every year. This year is more handsome and beautiful, healthier, and we don’t fight or fight. family."

"Bring the brand of that happy home of the old Li family!" Grandpa said.

The table was full of joy, Ding Ji smiled and asked: "Is the brand going to his house again?"

"Not bad," Grandpa said. "Your grandma was so angry that she went to the door of the house to pick up a sign at midnight."

"You fart less!" Grandma glared at him, "Okay! Drink it!"

Everyone looked up together.

Lin Wuyu took a sip of wine, from the throat to his stomach, it was all burned.

Because the mood was so high, everyone didn’t eat too much at the New Year’s Eve dinner. From time to time, some neighbors put a firecracker in the distance, mixed with the sound of firecrackers slowly forming in the distance, and even Lin Wuyu was eating less than usual because of excitement.

However, the habits of Ding Ji's family do not seem to need to be eaten much, and the dishes on the table are not accepted. Anyone who is hungry and grandma will warm up the dishes at any time and continue to eat.

Little Green Bean was thinking about the pile of fireworks in the house. After eating almost the chopsticks, he took a big box and started to put fireworks inside.

"You two will take her to let it go in a while," said the grandmother. "If it doesn't finish, she won't think about tea."

Ding Ji opened a small battery, with a small green bean in front, and Lin Wuyu behind, and Lin Wuyu also hugged a box of fireworks behind him.

It was all the way to the small square.

There are already a lot of people in the small square, adults and children are young and young, and just after dark, they all came out to set off fireworks.

The fireworks of the small green beans seemed to be addictive. After a year of holding it, it was a chance.

When I got to the place, I didn't look at the fireworks put by others. I put the box on the ground and took out a fireworks tube and put it on the ground to start.

While Ding Ji and Lin Wuyu were still watching, she had already come up with another point.

Then came the third and fourth.

"Have you ordered flowers that you don't want to see?" Lin Wuyu couldn't help asking.

"It's nourishing the flower when you order it," said Xiao Mung Dou. "It's all nourishing if you don't see it. It's enough to be happy. It doesn't matter whether we look at it."

"...So are you here to light the fire?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"I came here for fun," Little Green Bean jumped happily, "You are happy, I am happy, and the fireworks are happy."

"Awesome?" Ding Ji leaned into Lin Wuyu's ear and said, "It's quite reasonable, just like the two of us."

"Well." Lin Wuyu nodded with a smile.

Ding Ji's family had a special spirit for the New Year. The family didn't sleep. Ding Ji's parents didn't go back, and even the little green beans stayed up with them.

First eat dumplings, then pinch some juniors to pay New Year's greetings, receive red envelopes, and then eat, after eating grandma Zhang Luo playing cards, playing cards and chatting...

Lin Wuyu didn't stay overnight before the college entrance examination. His eyes were green all night.

It was almost four o'clock before he took time to open the red envelope on the balcony.

"How about counting money?" Ding Ji's voice rang behind him.

"Hey!" Lin Wuyu was startled and turned back.

"It's quite big," Ding Ji took out a stack of red envelopes, patted it on his hand, and lifted his chin at him. "It's okay to count."

"I'll just take a look." Lin Wuyu said.

"Look." Ding Ji raised his chin again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You are quite annoying, Aunt is right." Lin Wuyu opened the red envelope.

"A rich man like this, he was so anxious to hide the money in the red envelopes on the balcony," Ding Ji said as he said, "It's really eye-opening."

"That's different." Lin Wuyu withdrew all the money and put it in a red envelope, and put the empty red envelope back into his pocket neatly.

"Just throw it in the empty drawer," Ding Ji said.

"Keep it for commemoration," Lin Wuyu said, "Your parents have huge red envelopes, thousands of."

"It's always been like this," Ding Ji said. "I used to give my grandma the money they gave before."

"The first time I recovered so much new year's money." Lin Wuyu said, "Fortunately, I hurried to collect the first word, after 20, I am really embarrassed to collect it."

"Are you cool?" Ding Ji asked with a smile.

"Shuang." Lin Wuyu nodded.

This year, Lin Wuyu was a little obsessed, and dizzy. There were countless small details he had never experienced, and small scenes he had never experienced...

When I came back to God, I had already asked my classmates to see Lao Lin in the second day.

Ding Ji They also went to see the teacher in the second day of school, and the time was quite regular.

The classmates I haven't seen in half a year have changed a lot. Suddenly there was no such silly adolescence in high school, and it turned into a silly adolescent who thought he was not very silly.

"There is no fish, so much has changed," Lao Lin looked at him. "It's different from before."

"Is there?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"It feels...not as tight as before," Lao Lin patted his arm. "It's a lot more relaxed than before. Others look more mature. You look naive."

"...Is this praise?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"Of course it's praise," Lao Lin laughed. "This is especially good. I like it. I just want to kiss."

"No," Lin Wuyu stepped back.

Lao Lin insisted on giving him a kiss: "In the future, you will gradually get away from these people in the high school era. I have no such opportunity."

"How sad it is," Lin Wuyu said, "No, we don't have a little chat at ordinary times, I will come to you when I come back, you don't have to be my class teacher in high school, you can still be my later Oh my friend."

"Nothing hurts you." Lao Lin gave him a hug.

Ding Ji's visits to teachers and classmates are also very lively, but he has no interest. After all, not every class teacher is Lao Lin.

Ding Ji’s class teacher may be the memory of his high school years in the future, which will always be remembered, but it will be farther and farther away.

"Let's just do that," Ding Ji leaned in the back seat of Liu Jinpeng's van. They added Xu Tianbo and went to dinner together. "I haven't gotten acquainted with my classmates. When they meet, there are people who cry and I cry. Not coming out."

"We didn't cry when we met." Liu Jinpeng said.

"Yes." Ding Ji nodded.

Lin Wuyu's cell phone has been ringing all the news in the group. He took out his cell phone and prepared to mute the group message first.

When opening the message, Ding Ji turned his head and glanced at his mobile phone, suddenly grabbed his hand and pointed at the screen: "Who is this?"

"I don't know," Lin Wuyu said, "I added a few classmates today..."

Ding Ji poked on the screen and clicked on the message.

-Are you free tomorrow, have a meal together? Why don’t you go back to school?

"Which female classmate is this?" Ding Ji asked.

"Don't you know that," Lin Wuyu said, "the former math class representative of our class."

Xu Tianbo, sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head: "Did she add you?"

"Well," Lin Wuyu nodded, "said the offer."

Ding Ji looked at Xu Tianbo.

"Don't let him go," Xu Tianbo said. "There was no intersection in high school at that time, and now I have nothing to eat alone."

"I'm not going." Lin Wuyu said quickly, "I didn't plan to go."

"Classmate gathering is really a scourge," Ding Ji snorted. "Having just graduated for half a year, it's so dangerous to gather at a meeting."