Your Distance

"I promised." Ting Shuang pushed the wheelchair and said.

Zhu Wenjia followed Ting Shuang and remembered what Ting Shuang had said: Wait for Dad, we must have dinner together.

The leaves of the street tree fell down, and Zhu Wenjia wrapped her clothes tightly. She didn't know what to say, so she snorted.

Ting Shuang looked back at Zhu Wenjia and said, "Why do you wear so little?"

Zhu Wenjia sucked her nose and said, "... good-looking."

Actually, it wasn't for the sake of good looks. It was because he hadn't left the house for too many days. I didn't know that the weather had become cold in the autumn rain.

The meal was quiet and almost awkwardly quiet.

After eating, Ting Shuang explained the precautions to take care of Zhu Ao with the nursing staff and babysitter and went to his room.

The floor of his room was also piled with luggage sent home after graduating from undergraduate school. Those luggages were not removed, and even the courier slips were stuck on cardboard boxes. A guitar case is standing by the box.

Ting Shuang picked up the guitar, found a delivery box, and sat down, playing a chord.

He thought of the German ballad "The Last Night", and he thought of Park Chan.

Alas. Someone knocked on the door.

"The door is unlocked." Ting Shuang continued to explore the chord, thinking about how the ballad sang.

Zhu Wenjia pushed open the door, came in, closed the door, and then stood by the door watching Ting Shuang slamming his guitar. After a short while, he only spoke, and had nothing to say: "What did you mean by the phrase you just sang?"

"Gro? Erreichtugtunskeeehr '... wealth does not bring us dignity. The next sentence is that poverty does not bring shame." Ting Shuang plucked the strings twice and smiled down, "The lyrics are fart, yes Come on. Why are you here? "

"... I don't know." Zhu Wenjia also sat on a courier box. Without knowing where to put her hands, she pressed the surface of the box. "What's inside?"

"Forget." Ting Shuang put the guitar aside, looked for a paper cutter, "open it and see."

Zhu Wenjia looked at Tingshuang and turned the drawer: "What are you looking for?"

"A knife or something." Ting Shuang found a pair of scissors and went to open the cardboard box.

Zhu Wenjia quickly moved to the side, freeing up the surface of the carton.

"Don't be nervous." Ting Shuang cut open the tape on the box with scissors, and joked as Zhu Wenjia joked, "Although we don't have a good relationship, I won't hold you with scissors." Pass the scissors to Zhu Wenjia.

Zhu Wenjia gestured a pair of scissors in the air, and said, "If I take this thing and slap myself now, can we assume that nothing happened before?"

"Of course not, so you'd better not talk about it." Ting Shuang opened the box and found it was his undergraduate clothes. In autumn and winter, he pulled a coat from it and threw it to Zhu Wenjia, who was thinly clothed. "My old Do you want to try clothes? "

Zhu Wenjia put on the dress and put her hands in the sleeves, feeling warm, wearing it for a while, and even a little hot.

"What kind of ragged clothes is too ugly." He smelled the sleeves. "What kind of material is this?"

"Don't wear it," Ting Shuang said.

Zhu Wenjia didn't say a word, and retracted her neck and chin into her jacket, revealing only the top of her head and half of her face.

Ting Shuang took the scissors and proceeded to open several other cardboard boxes.

Zhu Wenjia watched Ting Shuang's movement while asking, "Are you moving back?"

"No." Ting Shuang opened a box of old textbooks and comics, and took them out one by one. "The rented house is near the company."

"But far from home." Zhu Wenjia said.

Ting Shuang didn't speak.

Zhu Wenjia also said, "Dad wants you to live at home."

Ting Shuang pointed to the comic book on the ground: "You either?"

Zhu Wenjia glanced at the bookshelf in the room: "Isn't it the same if you put it in your room?"

"So too." Ting Shuang finished talking and took down a box. When he opened it, he found some debris, including a flat football. He picked it up and stunned, and went to the box to find the air pump.

"Come back." Zhu Wenjia went to Ting Shuang and shouted, "... brother."

Ting Shuang inflated the football before he said, "I don't feel bad if I live at home."

The case is still under investigation and Weng Yunyi is still in detention.

"Uncomfortable." Zhu Wenjia paused and said, "I can't live without you living at home."

"I know," Ting Shuang said.

They sat in a cardboard box, and both were silent.

Ting Shuang threw a lot of **** and then said, "Are you going to play?"

Zhu Wenjia opened her mouth and said dryly, "I won't."

Ting Shuang threw the ball to Zhu Wenjia and said, "I teach you."

It was dark, the yard lights were all on, and the lawn was wide.

Ting Shuang taught from the ball, Zhu Wenjia learned for a long time, and even used it together, at most only three can be reversed, the posture is extremely daunting.

"Can you not practice this?" Zhu Wenjia sweated heavily and sat on the steps holding the ball. "Can't we just start kicking?" He pointed to the trees at the ends of the yard. When I goal, see who scores more. "

Ting Shuang stood in front of Zhu Wenjia and said, "Come on, kick me, you can't even grab the ball."

"What if I can grab it?" Zhu Wenjia tied her hair soaked with sweat and looked up at Tingshuang.

"That's no reward." Ting Shuang kicked Zhu Wenjia's leg. "Get up and play, where can I go?"

Zhu Wenjia stood up and said, "If I catch the ball, you will move back to live. Otherwise I will go back to your rented house directly tonight."

"Zhu Wenjia, have you started again, haven't you?" Ting Shuang said, "then grab one and try."

The two kicked the ball until late. The guard came out and told Ting Shuang that Zhu Ao watched them play the ball all night by the window. They were very happy, and now they were asleep.

"Just sleep." Ting Shuang turned his head and said to Zhu Wenjia, "I have to go. I have to go to work tomorrow."

"You have to move back." Zhu Wenjia leaned on her hips, panting, "Not only did I grab the ball, I also scored a goal."

Ting Shuang nodded and said, "Well, by cutting my pants."

After he said this, he laughed.

Zhu Wenjia grinned, her eyes turned red with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Ting Shuang saw Zhu Wenjia cry, and teased him, "Dad is already asleep, and he won't come out to help you train me if you cry."

"... Brother." Zhu Wenjia slowly crouched down, buried her head in her knees, and the smell of grass got into his nose.

"Well," Ting Shuang should answer.

It took a long time for Zhu Wenjia's voice to pass from the bottom dumbly: "This is the first time, after an accident ... no one gave me anything."

"Also ... not to be in trouble." Ting Shuang sat down next to Zhu Wenjia, and tossed the ball all at once. The football flew to the sky again and again, and became very small, as if to disappear, just in the eyes. When it thought it was going to disappear, it fell from the air, falling faster and faster, and falling back firmly into the palm of your hand, "Sometimes things will turn out like that. Not because of you, but because ... I am also the first time Encountered this kind of thing. Maybe I didn't handle it properly. "

Zhu Wenjia buried her head and did not speak.

"The sky cannot fall." Ting Shuang's voice sounded reliable.

Zhu Wenjia raised her head a little, and showed a tear-stained face: "... is it?"

"Do you really cry?" Ting Shuang went to the pants pocket and touched the napkin. I did not expect that the napkin was not touched, but found a crumpled handkerchief with "bai" in the corner.

He froze for a while, then thought about why this handkerchief was in his pocket.

They were together that night, and Bo Changyi rode him to the city center. He picked a bunch of cherries and ate them on the road, and he gave him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

At that time he said that he had to wash it before returning it, but he kept forgetting it in his pocket.

Suddenly he smelled a little before the beginning of summer, and that smell brought him back to the simple days of worrying about rebuilding and being interested in Park Chang.

It seemed that it had been a long time before he was a little hesitant.

"Don't cry, I haven't brought any paper." Ting Shuang put his parcel back in his pocket, thought for a while, and said, "When my mother left this house, I thought the sky would fall, but after a while I actually I'm used to it. There are many other things, such as breaking up with Liang Zhengxuan, such as my dad is sick. Before, I thought it was a big thing to take a new course. Looking back, it wasn't even a bump. "

Ting Shuang stood up and continued to Zhu Wenjia while pitching the ball and said, "Actually, living is more like pitching. The moment you receive the ball, you feel successful, but the success will soon leave, and you will struggle. After receiving the next ball, the ball is easy to drop. Once you fall, you feel like you failed, and failure is much easier than success. However, failure is the same thing as success. You pick up the ball and struggle to continue Just fine. "

After he said it, he picked up the football in one hand and pulled Zhu Wenjia off the ground with one hand: "Let's go in. I live at home today and will come back from work tomorrow."