Lin Wuyu laughed: "You are asking this question, it's very rash."

"It's not as rash as you said just now." Ding Ji said.

"Then didn't you see this when you looked at my palm before?" Lin Wuyu looked at the palm of his left hand.

"I didn't see it, nor did I think about that," Ding Ji thought for a while, lowered his voice, "Isn't it a kiss?"

"It's my dear." Lin Wuyu said.

"Oh." Ding Ji responded.

The two of them didn't say anything anymore and looked at the stroller together.

A few minutes later, a police car drove over, Ding Ji jumped up and waved to the police car: "Here--"

A book stuffed in his pants' pocket fell to the ground.

Lin Wuyu often stuffs papers and books into his butt pocket, and he doesn't like holding things in his hands.

But Ding Ji is different.

Lin Wuyu picked up the book on the ground. It was very old. The pages were all yellow and black, but they should have been preserved quite carefully. The pages were all flat and had no corners.

A hand drawn on the cover and various lines on the hand, you can know without reading the title. This is a palmistry teaching book.

Unexpectedly, the scammers in the world still carry reference materials with them... so dedicated.

"Your..." When Lin Wuyu handed the book to Ding Ji, he had already faced the police.

"I called the police," Ding Ji pointed to the stroller, "A very young child has been sleeping."

"This kid is only two months old, right?" An old policeman frowned at a glance, "How did this car push here? Have you seen it?"

Ding Ji and Dadong turned to look at Lin Wuyu together.

"I'm standing here," Lin Wuyu walked to the position he had been standing before, "Take your phone and look over there. I don't know when the car will be next to me, but I saw it when I turned around."

"We have to contact a few lesbians in the office right away, and there is also a hospital," the old policeman turned to his colleague behind him and said, "This child is too young, and I don't know how long he has been hungry..."

"Then can we... leave?" Ding Ji asked from the side.

"You cooperate," said the old policeman, "If we want to make a record, we have to investigate the child when we have settled."

"Now?" Lin Wuyu said.

"Yes." The policeman nodded.

"What's wrong?" Ding Ji asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Lin Wuyu also replied in a low voice.

Ding Ji ignored him again.

From handing the child over to the police, then cooperating with the police station to make a record, and then finally answering a question to leave, Ding Ji ignored him.

I didn't even look at him too much.

As soon as he left the police station gate, Ding Ji pulled his friend to ride the front of the car and left without even returning. Lin Wuyu didn't even find the opportunity to return his reference materials to him.

Dogs can't go.

Lin Wuyu ate a bowl of noodles in a small shop next to the police station and took a bus back to school.

He knew why Ding Ji suddenly ignored him.

Maybe he felt that he was a cold person. He was facing such a young, perhaps abandoned child, but he just wanted to have a meal.

There is not even the least sympathy.

I had noodles for dinner today, and I brought it to several people in the dormitory, which is noodles.

Lin Wuyu went into the dormitory with four portions of noodles. The size of the four lunch boxes was not much different from the two barbecue bags, but there was soup inside. When he ran past the door of the housekeeper, he had to be fast and steady.

"Don't think I can't see who you are!" The old man's voice came from afar.

You really can't see clearly.

Lin Wuyu had already run to the third floor, and he was still very confident in his speed.

There is a mirror on the first floor. Every time he runs through the mirror with food, he will look at it, and never sees himself clearly.

Lightning is like.

Several people in the dormitory were still reviewing under the light, but when Lin Wuyu entered the door, his faces were all aiming at the door.

"I heard the old man shouting downstairs." Chen Mang said with a smile.

"He said he could see who I am." Lin Wuyu said.

"That's impossible. I'll catch you early in the morning," Luo Chuan got up and took the lunch box, "I'll run at least three times a week."

"You had noodles for dinner today?" Liu Ziyi said, "This is not your style. I ran out and didn't even have a big meal?"

"I encountered something," Lin Wuyu stuffed Ding Ji's reference material under the pillow, "I didn't eat it."

He was not willing to say that he had picked up a child tonight, and the biggest advantage of the comfort of a few people in the dormitory was reflected at this time, and no one asked.

Such an excellent roommate, the time spent together decreases with the countdown in the classroom, and sometimes it will suddenly feel sad when thinking about it.

"Do you give me a box of yours?" Chen Mang asked.

"Four boxes are easy to put," said Lin Wuyu, "You guys divide them. I just finished eating and I'll read a book for a while."

Palmography mystery.

Lin Wuyu turned on the light at the head of the bed and put on glasses.

This book looks like a pirated series of books on the street stalls. The title is not "Simple, Learn to read palmistry in five minutes" or "Looking at hands to recognize people" and "From palm lines to life", it seems to be in a suspense style.

Chic.

Yo. The author is still a foreigner.

Lin Wuyu habitually followed the steps of his daily study and first preset the problem in his mind.

For example, where is the origin of palmistry, which cultural background is the most popular, and what is the basis for the division of various regions on the palm lines...

Then he opened the book.

On the first page, two lines of large characters are neatly written in a ballpoint pen.

Little prodigy Ding Ji's private collection of books.

I won't lend it to you. Don't steal it. I'll return it to me if I find it.

Each character must have a diameter of about two centimeters. Lin Wuyu could only laugh silently after watching it for ten seconds.

There is another line of dates below. According to the date, this should be written in Dingji's first grade or earlier...

Lin Wuyu paused, and roughly flipped through the book. Some parts of it were marked. The fonts were the same and should have been written in the same period.

It seems that Ding Ji knew a lot of words when he was five or six years old, and his understanding ability seemed to be good. He also had his own ideas. Not many children felt that books were authoritative. There was a place on a certain page marked by him - "Farting!!"

interesting.

Lin Wuyu pushed his glasses.

Ding Ji sat in front of the desk, with a messy and finished papers and exercises on the table. At this moment, he was holding his cell phone in one hand and flipping back and forth in the drawer on the table with the other.

He knew it was a little late now, and Dadong must have been asleep, but he still couldn't stand it until tomorrow.

"Quickly pick up quickly pick up quickly..." He stood up, walked around the house twice, pulling the quilt to look at the bottom of the bed.

"Fuck..." Dadong over there finally answered the phone, "Are you crazy? Do you know when it's time?"

"I know it's a bit late..." Ding Ji said.

"It's not a little bit, it's almost four o'clock," Dadong sighed, "What's the matter?"

"Today I stuffed the book in my fart pocket," Ding Ji frowned, "Do you look?"

"Baoduo? What book?" Dadong was confused, "Are you still taking the book out?"

"It's okay, you go to bed." Ding Ji hung up the phone and sat down at the edge of the bed with a little discouraged look. He was a little too sleepy, but now he's simply gone to bed.

depressed.

He had to go home during this time, so yesterday he went to grandma's house to take the book and wanted to bring it over. As a result, Lin Wuyu picked up a child, which was quite annoying. After he finished the trouble, he went home to do the exams in an upset manner. Until he remembered that the book was gone.

This book has been with him for many years. From the first grade to now, I have read it a long time ago. There is no great content. I usually hold it and rarely open it again.

But this book has been with him for many years, just like a little girl's doll, it is a placebo.

Sometimes it is an important way for him to gain a sense of security.

When he was a little kid, this was even a way for him to improve his classmates' relationships and get rid of bullying.

This book is not important.

This book is too important.

But I still have to sleep and have class tomorrow.

When he lives at his parents' house, he cannot skip classes. If he is at his grandparents' house, it is just casual. My grandmother used to think that he would finish school at less than four o'clock every day, and he would come back at six or seven o'clock because he worked too hard at school.
To be continued...