Unbridled

3

See how you lie.

Lin Wuyu didn't speak, just smiled, looked at the liar again, and turned back.

"Go on," the fool said.

The scammer didn't say anything, Lin Wuyu could feel the sight behind him.

In this kind of deception, the master deceived definitely did not want anyone other than the suffering master to be present, but he did not plan to leave. He really wanted to hear a follow-up.

"Go on," said the fool, then paused and added a whisper. "Why do you care about that man? I want to hear him... rest assured, I won't say it if you're not sure."

"Don't!" the liar raised his voice at once, "you'd better say it."

Lin Wuyu lowered his head and smiled twice.

"First love last year, isn't it." the liar asked.

"...Yes." The fool's voice was amazed.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" The liar assistant was also surprised. "Is there such a girl who doesn't open my eyes?"

"What do you mean," the fool was not convinced. "Why can't I like someone? And is it not good for you to judge people by appearance? Besides, no one likes him so handsome..."

"I can't talk and shut up," said the liar, and then said, "I'll help you figure out where your teeth will fall tonight without changing the title."

The assistant choked with laughter.

Lin Wuyu grinned.

"If you want him to show you something, ask quickly." Assistant Bian Le said.

"I just want to ask, when will I fall in love next time," said the fool.

"This can't be seen," the liar said.

"Why?" the idiot asked. "Will this be a random one?"

"Who are you me? I made a fun to make you happy," the liar disdains, and after a pause of two seconds, he made another blow. "I can't see when you can fall in love again, and you can see that you are two years old There is no love in it."

"I depend." The fool was very sad. "Really?"

"You believe it is true." Assistant said with a long heart, "wait for two years to verify... two years later, we can still find our words."

Lin Wuyu laughed silently for a while, and did not listen to the subsequent conversations anymore. The scammers no longer continued to be blinded. It just didn't make sense to listen to the fool's depression there.

There is a pile of learning materials in his mind waiting for him.

He knocked the chicken brother out of his mind.

After Chen Laosi left, Liu Jinpeng kept thinking about walking away. Dadong and several of them were tuning up the speakers in the open spaces over the flower beds. He wanted to play in the past.

But Ding Ji didn't mean to move, so he could only sit still, just turning his head from time to time to look over there.

"Come on by yourself, don't stay with me here for a while," Ding Ji said, "Don't tell them that I'm here, I want to sit for a while."

"Okay," Liu Jinpeng immediately jumped up, but he quickly sat back next to him, looking at the man who had been dazed and unmoved in front, and whispered, "That man, is there no problem?"

"A good student hurt by love, what can be the problem." Ding Ji said.

Liu Jinpeng stared at him for a while: "You are so **** evil."

"Let's go." Ding Ji waved at him.

Liu Jinpeng jumped down the stairs and ran over to Dadong.

Ding Ji stared at the back of the man in front for a while, and the man followed up as if he hadn't moved for ten minutes.

He hesitated, looked around, pinched a small piece of cement **** that he didn't know where to break, looked at the man's right-hand steps, and then bounced over.

He often throws things into the trash bin across the distance, and can usually go in. He is still very confident in his accurate head.

But the cement **** broke into two small pieces at the moment of popping out.

A small piece landed on the right side of the man's right step.

Another small piece fell on the man's head.

And it didn't pop up.

Just like that, he stopped quietly above his head.

Lin Wuyu raised his hand and touched it.

He froze when he saw the small cement in his hand, then turned his head.

The three people behind didn't know when there was only one more, and the liar named Brother Ji was looking at himself.

Lin Wuyu didn't feel much about this kind of provocation. He just bounced back the small cement tuo back to his brother Ji and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay," Brother Ji looked down at the cement back in his hand. "It's okay."

Lin Wuyu's review thoughts have been disrupted, so he didn't turn back to continue, or looked at him: "Do you charge?"

"What?" Brother Ji frowned.

"Just... fortune telling," Lin Wuyu said, "how much?"

I don’t know what style of brother Jihu is. He anyway changed his face when he heard the word "how much money": "What do you say?"

Lin Wuyu looked at him silently.

"Do you know who I am?" He pointed to himself again.

Lin Wuyu thought for a few seconds and cleared his throat: "Isn't it...brother?"

Brother Ji was stunned for a long time. He opened his mouth and didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he suddenly had fun: "Changing yourself, do you know you are dead here?"

Lin Wuyu hooked his mouth and grinned.

"The unknower is not guilty, it's okay to laugh," Brother Ji moved down a step, sat behind him, and extended his hand, the tone was very kind, but the content was very fierce, "My name is Ding Ji, Guang Feng Ji Yue Ji, just call your name. If you call it wrong again, I will draw you the brightest electric gyro tonight."

Brother Ji...

Lin Wuyu didn't take his harsh words, shook hands with him, and returned to the previous theme: "So don't you charge?"

"No charge!" Ding Ji looked impatient, "want to do?"

"Calculate for me?" Lin Wuyu stretched his left hand in front of him.

"No," Ding Ji said.

"Are you not counting strangers?" Lin Wuyu smiled.

Ding Ji narrowed his eyes and watched him silent.

"Unfamiliar?" Lin Wuyu said.

"You are in love," Ding Ji patted his hand and looked at him, "What happened within a week."

Lin Wuyu also looked at him.

"Is it correct?" Ding Ji asked.

"That's half right." Lin Wuyu answered honestly.

"The crush has failed." Ding Ji said.

"Well." Lin Wuyu nodded. "Can it be blinded without looking?"

"It's said that it's blinded, what other hand are you looking at," Ding Ji pouted his lips in disdain, "Are you still listening?"

"Don't listen." Lin Wuyu replied very simply.

He really has nothing to ask, he will find the answer for things he wants to know, he does not need a stranger to tell him, and he cannot verify the authenticity.

If you really have anything to ask, there is nothing more than just talking, just chat with Ding Ji.

But it's not too early. Now I'm going back to school. I just went back to school to study and get out of class late at night. I can't buy a barbecue.

A little bit lost.

Ding Ji stayed in the small park until almost 11 o'clock. There were no more people around him before he jumped down the steps.

Today is not a weekend, and there are few listeners in Dadong singing. Liu Jinpeng followed them and changed places.

Very unjustly just sent a message to tell him.

When Ding Ji looked over there, everyone was gone.

He stretched his lazy waist and it was time to go back. His dad was still at grandma's house, but grandpa and grandma would be anxious if he would not go back at this moment.

But when he got home, he accidentally discovered that his father had left.

Only the grandpa who was not asleep was watching TV while holding a teapot.

Seeing him come in, Grandpa poured tea into the teacup in front of him: "Go back?"

"Uh." Ding Ji sat next to him, took the tea and drank it, leaned back on the sofa.

"I didn't expect it?" Grandpa said with a smile. "Did you regret not coming back early?"

"Sorry for nothing, I don't want to play back." Ding Ji said.

"Your dad persuaded me to go back," Grandpa patted his leg. "Did you not go to school in two days? Go to class tomorrow and go home after school. Don't toss before the exam. Review it."

Ding Ji said nothing.

"Your parents don't care about you," Grandpa said. "But after all, you are such a clever boy, you learn..."

"Don't talk nonsense," Ding Ji interrupted Grandpa's words. "That's not the case if you are really smart."

"After all, you are such a fool," Grandpa changed a word without thinking at all. "It's not good to review what to do."

Ding Ji laughed and sighed: "Okay, don't go back and forth, drink your tea, I'm going to bed."

The school must go. He hasn't taken the new paper this week.

And it was quite early, when the school arrived, the school door was still open.

Ding Ji frowned and took out his mobile phone, glancing at it.

"I lean?" He said shockedly while standing by the window in the guardhouse.

"Why, it's the wrong time?" Uncle Doorman asked at the window and smiled.

"Huh." Ding Ji was discouraged and set the clock of the mobile phone screensaver back to digital.

Is this still smart? Even a pointer table can be mistaken.

"Have you eaten early?" Uncle asked.

"Eat." Ding Ji replied in a muffled voice.

"Go in," Uncle opened the door. "Many of you who lived in high school in the third year also got up and went to the classroom."

"Yes, uncle," Ding Ji looked at him, and the uncle had been in the post for two months. "How do I see my senior three?"

"I know you, Ding Qi," said the uncle, "there is a picture of you in the window of the bulletin board."

Wrong name is not a big deal for Ding Ji. He has had many names since elementary school. Ding Qi, Ding Yuqi, Ding Wen, Ding what, and even blindly called him Ding Lin.

He smiled at the uncle and entered the door.

The penultimate row of the classroom is a wonderful space.

Even if it is the third middle school that is always struggling with the attached middle school in the first-line school, the last three rows are not amorous.

For example, Ding Ji’s classmate Xiangxiang Shi at the same time is putting a piece of cake on the table and cutting it into small pieces with a knife.

Cut repeatedly, it seems that the goal is to cut to a diameter of one centimeter.

In fact, this size is difficult to achieve, before this cake has been almost broken.

Anxiety.

Teacher He said.

There are always a few people in the back row who are not willing to rotate seats, so anxiety is generally deposited in the back row, and can be seen from left to right.

The one who gnawed the nail on the left doesn't want to control it for now.

"Ask you a question." Ding Ji took out the physics problem set from the schoolbag.

"Well." Shi Xiangyang nodded.

Ding Ji picked a simple one: "Tell me about this topic."

Shi Xiangyang regained his vitality, and after finishing the lecture, ate the cake on the table.

Ding Ji didn't mean to help him, just heard that one of the eighth middle school had gone crazy and cut seven or eight knives on the same table.

And Shi Xiangyang is a rectangular strong man with a height and weight of 196.

This is self-help.

The duration of each day is the same, but the length of somatosensory time varies.

For example, today, also staying in school, time passes very fast, because at night he has to go back to "his own home". If the time is legged, he can rush in and grab a discount.

In fact, he was still at school last semester, quite comfortable, but his father felt that he was very comfortable and forced him to leave the dormitory to go home.

Most of the time, as soon as you open the door, you can smell the food and see the smile of your parents.

Just uncomfortable.

Ding Ji spent too little time with the two of them, and he was barely a familiar stranger. Especially two years ago, even familiarity was impossible.

I can see it once during the Chinese New Year, but the younger the child, the more difficult it is to keep it fresh. I will forget it when I see you next time.

"I'm back," the mother shouted in the restaurant, and turned to greet the aunt who was cooking. "Sister Liu, put the dishes on."

Ding Ji threw the schoolbag on the sofa and washed his hands.

The dishes on the table are his favorite, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, duck with five flavors, and steamed meat patties and ribs soup. Every time I go home, it is almost the home of these dishes, plus one or two other dishes. With.

This menu hasn't been changed in about two or three years. After returning from the mother and father, my grandma asked me a few dishes he loved to eat.

Ding Ji sometimes cannot understand their brain circuits.

Even if he loves to eat for two or three years, it is almost time to vomit.

But when asked what he likes to eat, he couldn't tell.

He is not picky eater and has no taboos.

For him, there is nothing particularly fond of eating non-eatable dishes that can improve relationships. He just eats dishes made by grandma.

"Delicious?" asked the mother.

"Well, it's delicious." Ding Ji nodded.

"Going to school today?" Dad asked.

"Go." Ding Ji replied, burying his head to eat, Yu Guangli saw that both people were relieved at the same time.

"Still hurry up," said Dad, "I called you Mr. He. During this time, you missed too many classes, and your test scores have declined..."

"Huh." Ding Ji responded in coordination, trying to interrupt him with such a positive attitude.

But without success.

"You have been smart since childhood," the dad went on to say, "It has always been recognized as a clever kid...Of course, your current results are not worse than others, but you can be better, you..."

Ding Ji scooped two scoops of scrambled eggs with tomatoes into the bowl, mixed the rice, lowered his head and pulled the rice, and the bowl stood up.

"Where are you going?" Mom looked at him.

"Review." Ding Ji walked to the sofa and picked up the schoolbag.

"You have emotions again." Dad said.

"You tell the children to finish talking," Sister Liu sighed. "We don't talk about children at the dinner table. They can't eat well."

"He can listen to us when he eats," the mother sighed. "Grandpa and grandma aren't as verbose as we are. In the end, what is this kid like..."

Ding Ji suddenly stepped up when he walked in and closed the door, and the door fell with a knock.

He stood behind the door for a while and sat at the desk.

A little slacking lately, he rubbed his stomach and just ate too fast, a little braced.

But slackness is the norm. After a while, he will feel too tired. He will do nothing but play.

So his results have been ups and downs all the time.

He lacks perseverance, lacks concentration and lacks efficient learning methods.

Diao Erlang didn't want to change.

In summary, he doesn't think how smart he is, and he hates people saying that he is smart. He simply doesn't deserve the word smart.

...Review it.

He took out a set of synthetic simulation questions from his schoolbag and lay down on the table with his arms on his head to start the questions.

"Did you eat in the cafeteria today?" Chen Mang looked at Lin Wuyu, "You are getting wilder."

"It's a headache," Lin Wuyu pressed his temple. "I'm going around, and I'll eat by the way."

"Remember to bring it back." Chen Mang confessed immediately.

"It may be early today," Lin Wuyu said, "the barbecue will not be taken."

"We don't pay much attention to eating white food, just eat it." Chen Mang said.

Lin Wuyu smiled.

When he went to the small park a few days ago, he saw a cutely decorated shop across the street called "All Dogs Come". He didn't bother to cross the street.

He intends to stroll around to see today, maybe there is something delicious, and his head will not hurt after eating.

There may still be a dog.

Lin Wuyu went to the small park with anticipation.

All dogs come.

It is a small cafe.

There are indeed dogs, three strings, there are small signs hanging on the neck, Liuliu, Langlang, dogs.

But this is not the point. The point is that all the tables in the store are single tables with a chair.

The words are on the table-hi, single dog.

But the photos on the wall are all double, sweet and greasy couples.

Lin Wuyu felt that he had been hit hard, and the dog turned and left without even lifting.

Head hurts.

Lin Wuyu bought a box of pain medicine at a pharmacy next to the small square. When he went through the square and wanted to go to the supermarket opposite to buy a bottle of water to take medicine, he saw the chicken on the step... Ding Ji.

"What a coincidence?" Ding Ji raised his left eyebrow.

Today, there is no deception assistant beside Ding Ji, nor the fool who sent the door. He is the only one.

"Don't think I will come?" Lin Wuyu still had a headache, and he didn't stop.

"Don't count," Ding Ji looked at him. "I'm going to count, so I'll bring you a bottle of water."

Lin Wuyu glanced at him and stopped.

"Headache?" Ding Ji asked, a smile on the corner of his mouth, with a little pride.

Lin Wuyu didn't speak and looked back at the direction he came.

"I have water here," Ding Ji felt a large glass bottle from behind, "but I just drank..."

"I guess." Lin Wuyu said.

"Huh?" Ding Ji froze.

"You saw it last time I left. Most of the time it was back to my place, indicating that I was staying in..." He pointed to Ding Ji, "over there."

Ding Ji didn't speak while holding the big glass bottle.

"But today I came from the opposite direction. When I came here, I pressed the temple about three times. It may be a headache and it was quite serious," Lin Wuyu rubbed his temple again. "So I might buy medicine to relieve the pain. There is only one pharmacy around the square... If you don’t see me coming, you probably won’t know.”

Ding Ji still didn't say anything and looked at him.

"Actually, for the sake of insurance, it's more appropriate to ask if you have a headache. After all, I can ask people in the pharmacy to take a glass of water to take medicine," Lin Wuyu thought about it. It’s wrong and I have a headache, even if it’s wrong, I don’t know you.”

"Your uncle," Ding Ji said.

"Guess what?" Lin Wuyu asked.

"Right." Ding Ji said.

"Water." Lin Wuyu reached out.

Ding Ji handed him the big glass bottle in his hand.