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Ding Ji's question was a bit sudden, and it had nothing to do with the content they talked about all the way. Lin Wuyu almost couldn't react. I wonder why Ding Ji's jumped out of his mind suddenly jumped there.

That little bookshelf.

"Did you really do it?" Lin Wuyu asked, "The small bookshelf I mentioned last time?"

"If you don't want it, you won't do it." Ding Ji rubbed his nose.

Lin Wuyu didn't say anything, and after a while he moved forward, he got back together: "Has he really done it?"

Ding Ji frowned and looked at him for a long time, then nodded at last: "It's almost done."

"Yes," Lin Wuyu said immediately, "I want it."

Ding Ji held his chin, his eyes full of exploration, staring at him.

Lin Wuyu leaned back to the back of the chair and drank a sip of milk tea.

He was not surprised by Ding Ji's reaction, because his own reaction was a bit strange. Most people would not have the same attitude towards things like "I'll make you a gift".

A few seconds later, as smart as Ding Ji, he asked: "Brother Wuyu, have you confiscated the handmade gifts made by others?"

Lin Wuyu thought for a while and cleared his throat: "There are still handmade greeting cards. When I was in elementary school, the teacher once asked everyone to make a greeting card for their deskmates."

Ding Ji was so happy that he burst into laughter.

Lin Wuyu also smiled and pulled a tissue for him.

He would not hide himself in front of Ding Ji, nor did he mind that Ding Ji knew some of his unpleasant past, although he was not completely fluctuating in his heart when he said that.

Ding Ji smiled for a while, wiped the milk tea on his hand with a tissue, and suddenly smiled and looked at him: "Little Dear."

"Be careful when speaking," said Lin Wuyu, "I enjoy a certain social status in our area, so be careful."

Ding Ji immediately laughed again: "Did you peek at the emoticon package I posted on Moments!"

"That should be my exclusive emoticon package." Lin Wuyu said coldly.

"You have more than just enjoying a certain social status in the local area," Ding Ji said while laughing. "If you are in our province, you may have a certain social status in the country. You may be the top scorer in the country this year."

"Then there is no need." Lin Wuyu said.

Ding Ji smiled for a while before wiping his eyes: "Oh."

"How long will the bookshelf be ready?" Lin Wuyu asked, "Do you want to paint?"

"If you don't apply paint, it won't look good," said Ding Ji. "I'll just polish it and make sure it's smooth and won't break for ten years."

"Thank you." Lin Wuyu said.

Ding Ji tsk.

Lin Wuyu is a polite person, but he has never said thank you so seriously. This thank you contain more than just a simple content like politeness.

It is not surprising that Lin Wuyu has not received handmade gifts. They have to be something that friends with good relationships will spend their time making.

His personality can naturally chat and joke with everyone. Everyone will think that he is a gentle and easy-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-get-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-be-to-

But most people only stop there and cannot get closer.

If Lin Wuyu didn't say thank you, Ding Ji's guess would end here.

But Lin Wuyu said thank you and was very serious, adding the previous two "real"?

Ding Ji felt that, except for not receiving handmade gifts, Lin Wuyu probably never expected someone to give him such a gift. He deliberately ignored the small bookshelf and ignored it. If he didn't say it, Lin Wuyu might never ask again.

...What a pitiful little boy.

"Then I'll take it over," Lin Wuyu took a bite of the crispy cake, "Can you put it in your suitcase?"

"It's so bad," said Ding Ji, "even if it's a small bookshelves, it's going to hold books, not a very small one."

"Then I'll carry it." Lin Wuyu nodded.

Ding Ji raised his head several times and wanted to say, "Why don't I go with you and I can get all the things in one go."

But in the end, he decided to forget it. He had to spend more time with his grandparents. He had to go through the Chinese New Year before he came back. He had not been separated from his grandparents for such a long time after growing up so much.

Thinking of this, he even didn't want to go to school anymore.

After the score is given, they fill in the application form and study, fill in the application form and explain it. The classmates are inquiring each other and worrying. The young couples who are in love early have cried for more than 300 rounds, while those who are not in deep enough have broken up more than 200 times.

There are also graduation parties and graduation trips again and again.

Everyone is very busy.

In contrast, Ding Ji was very relaxed. His parents didn't care about him recently, especially after knowing that he decided to apply for the same major as their H-U.S., Anxin Cat polished the small bookshelf on the rooftop of his home.

"I'm going to see you if I have faked." Liu Jinpeng squatted beside him and helped him.

"Yes." Ding Ji nodded.

"Do you want to take your grandparents over?" Liu Jinpeng asked again.

"You bring it?" Ding Ji glanced at him, "Why are I not very relieved?"

"What nonsense is this?" Liu Jinpeng was very unhappy. "If you don't even feel at ease with me, then you have no one to feel at ease with."

"Something or some," Ding Ji said smoothly.

"Lin Wuyu," Liu Jinpeng curled his lips, "Then he can't take his grandparents over there. Is he so loyal to you?"

Before Ding Ji could speak, he answered again: "No, right?"

"Is it not that others are not here and cannot be taken care of?" Ding Ji said.

"Have you ever spoke to me like this before someone else?" Liu Jinpeng asked with a frown.

"Yes," Ding Ji nodded, "I don't know how many times have you been."

"Ding," Liu Jinpeng sighed, "I know Lin Wuyu is a very good person, has a good personality, is smart, and has great ability..."

"What are you doing?" Ding Ji interrupted him.

"You are also such a person, smart and have a likable personality," said Liu Jinpeng. "And you both have education, academic masters, go to high-level universities, go to majors that I can't even understand..."

"Liu Pengpeng?" Ding Ji looked at him.

"You two are very good..." Liu Jinpeng said.

"What?" Ding Ji's eyes widened.

"No, no, yes..." Liu Jinpeng frowned, "It's very compatible anyway."

Ding Ji didn't know why he breathed a sigh of relief.

"But!" Liu Jinpeng slapped his legs.

The sandpaper in Ding Ji's hand scared him and threw it to the ground.

"You can't throw me away, either," said Liu Jinpeng. "Although we will definitely not be the same person in the future, but..."

"You're thinking too much," Ding Ji hugged his shoulder, "Lin Wuyu, I'm up...but it doesn't mean that I don't want you as a friend anymore. Do you know that you two have different? We grew up together, and I don't have a second such friend except you. You are my brother, and you are my grandparents' grandchildren. Do you know?"

"The top scorer, the top scorer," Grandma tsked several times, "Are you the top scorer? You are a Tanhua, and you are a top scorer all day long, and the top scorer is not you."

Ding Ji was so happy for a long time: "What's wrong with the top scholar? The top scholar will come to my house for a while and have to rub the bed and my pillow."

Lin Wuyu took a car and took his luggage downstairs to Ding Ji's house. He was about half an hour earlier than the agreed time. He stood downstairs and hesitated whether to hold him here for a while or call Ding Ji directly.

He didn't expect that the road would be no traffic jam at all today.

"Hello—" A roar came from the upper floor.

It was Ding Ji's voice.

It echoed in several buildings, making it particularly loud.

Lin Wuyu raised his head and saw Ding Ji's head poking out of the window.

He wanted to respond, but he didn't have the nerve to yell like this, so he could only raise his hand and wave it.

"Why don't you call me-" Ding Ji continued to shout.

"I don't know your number--" Someone in the building responded.

"Get out!" Ding Ji cursed with a smile, then yelled downstairs, "Wait, I'll go down to get it for you!"

"No--" Lin Wuyu wanted to say that there wasn't much to use, just go up by himself, but after shouting, I felt a little embarrassed, so I shut up.

It sounds like this rejection is very ruthless.

Ding Ji's head retracted into the window. He thought about it and felt that letting his neighbors hear such ruthless rejection would make Ding Ji look embarrassed.

So he cleared his throat and raised his head: "Ding Ji——"

After a shout came out, he immediately shut up.

Maybe he had never shouted like this in his life, but he still raised his head and raised his throat. The word "Ji" didn't count, and he didn't even know where to turn the tune.

Ding Ji's head instantly poked out from the window again. This time, Ding Ji's arm was also poked out. He pointed at Lin Wuyu and yelled in a voice: "Shut up!"

Lin Wuyu nodded.
To be continued...