It is the same door, but it represents different meanings in the eyes of Chen Ge and Wu Jinpeng.
As night fell, Wu Jinpeng drank a lot and became drunk. He slowly took off the "armor" he was wearing.
There was a hint of fatigue in Vicissitudes of Life's eyes, which he usually hid very well and never showed in front of his family.
"Wu Sheng, go to bed quickly. I will take you to school tomorrow morning." Wu Jinpeng carried Wu Sheng to the bed: "Good night, brat."
After taking care of the younger one, he also had to take care of the older one. He closed the curtain and sat next to his younger brother: "Kun'er, don't play with the electric fan. If you feel hot, I'll fan you."
"Fan!" Wu Kun raised the fan with both hands and ran around the hut, refusing to give it to Wu Jinpeng.
"Slow down, don't disturb the neighbors." Wu Jinpeng was helpless and sat at the table again: "Sorry, my brother is more noisy."
"Brother Peng, the fan where I work was broken before and I fixed it myself. How about I help you take a look." During the time when Chen Ge was running the haunted house alone, he learned a lot, including installing surveillance probes and running various routes.
etc.
"I deliberately didn't fix it for him." Wu Jinpeng took another sip of wine: "Look at my brother's left hand, he once put his hand into the electric fan..."
"understood."
"My biggest wish is that Wu Sheng can be like an ordinary child. My second wish is to buy an air conditioner. My brother has never enjoyed it. If he knew how good the air conditioner was, he would definitely abandon the fan." Rental house
It was very narrow. Wu Jinpeng had his back against the wall. He was holding a wine glass in one hand and stroking the stray dog's head with the other.
"Brother Peng, I can tell that you are a person with stories. It happens to be a while before twelve o'clock in the evening. Can you tell me about your past?" Chen Ge wanted Wu Jinpeng to come work in his haunted house, so
He needs to know Wu Jinpeng thoroughly.
"What's my story? My life is all accidents." Wu Jinpeng was a little drunk: "Brother, what do you think is the most expensive thing in my house?"
"How could I have guessed this?" There wasn't even a TV in the rental house. Chen Ge looked around and found that the broken fan in Wu Jinpeng's brother's hand was more valuable.
"I'll let you take a look." Wu Jinpeng opened the wooden box in the corner, which contained a guitar: "This is not the kind of practice instrument, it's very expensive."
"Can you also play the guitar?" Chen Ge labeled Wu Jinpeng as versatile, and his evaluation of this handsome uncle once again improved to a higher level.
"I studied music before, and I also worked as a street singer for a long time. It was also at that time that I met Wu Sheng's mother." Wu Jinpeng picked up the guitar, but he did not touch the strings, perhaps because he was afraid of disturbing the neighbors.
, just gestured and fiddled with the air a few times: "Wu Sheng's mother is a fan of mine, eight years younger than me, and a very nice person, so even if she leaves, I don't blame her at all."
There was wine on the table, a stray dog lying next to him, and a broken guitar in his arms. The two men just sat in a crowded rental house chatting about the past and life.
"So are you still a street singer now?"
"I stopped doing it a long time ago. My dream before was to write my own songs. Even if I couldn't become a singer, I still wanted to work in a music-related industry. Unfortunately, I was too hungry for reality, so I swallowed my dream in one bite." Wu
Jin Peng closed his eyes and played with his fingers in the air: "I used to be too rebellious and always felt that my persistence was right. There was a time when I felt that the name my parents gave me was too tacky, so I secretly changed my name. I was so angry.
My dad didn't sleep for three days."
Opening his eyes, Wu Jinpeng drank another glass of wine: "I want to laugh when I think of the old man blowing his beard and staring, but it's a pity that I can never see it again."
"uncle?"
"The year Wu Sheng was born, the old couple went to Xinhai to see a doctor, and they got into a car accident." Wu Jinpeng picked up his wine glass and took a sip of the wine in the glass: "Actually, I have always suspected that it was not a car accident, but that they could not be cured.
I don’t want to drag me down anymore.”
The room became quiet. My younger brother Wu Kun was tired from playing. He was lying on his side in the corner holding the fan.
"So now you have to take care of the family by yourself?" Chen Ge felt that it was really not easy for Wu Jinpeng. He had to take care of his demented younger brother and also earn Wu Sheng's tuition. He was the backbone of the family.
"Well, actually you just get used to it." Wu Jinpeng put down the guitar in his hand: "Someone told me that life is about being born and living. I think he is too pessimistic. We can't guarantee how we will live, but how to use it
It is entirely up to us to live with the right mentality. I often tell Wu Sheng how wonderful and beautiful the world is, and I just hope that he can grow up healthy and go see those beautiful things in person one day."
"Brother Peng, you are so good at educating children." Chen Ge picked up the wine glass and touched one with Wu Jinpeng.
"I also feel that I am very good at educating children, but the teachers at Peizhi Academy always quarrel with me, saying that children should not let their imagination run wild and learn life skills in a down-to-earth manner." Wu Jinpeng sounded like he was complaining, which made Chen Ge
Amused.
He had a great time chatting with Wu Jinpeng. In fact, when Chen Ge met Wu Jinpeng for the first time, he felt that this person was very special.
The suffering and despair in life did not knock him down, but instead carved his soul into a crystal clear state. Chen Ge did not expect this, and probably Ming Fei did not expect it either.
Chen Ge doesn't know what the criteria for selecting children for pregnant women are, but most of these children have one thing in common, they are defective in some way and are extremely depressed.
Based on Jiang Ming's situation, it can be inferred that the more desperate and painful a child is, the more terrifying the world behind the door will be, and the higher the degree of compatibility with the underworld fetus will be.
Considering this aspect, the probability of Wu Sheng being possessed by a ghost fetus is not high. His father is really too good.
The two chatted for a while, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, they put away the tableware, turned off the lights, and sat next to the curtain.
At midnight, a shadow could be seen vaguely behind the curtain, and Chen Ge made a gesture to Wu Jinpeng.
There are a lot of red clothes in his backpack. As soon as he approaches, the door will vibrate violently and wake Wu Sheng up, and the door will naturally close.
Chen Ge grabbed his backpack tightly, and when Wu Jinpeng moved forward, he suddenly accelerated and pushed open the door.
The door lock trembled, and by the time Wu Jinpeng came to his senses, Chen Ge had disappeared along with the door.
"I'm going?! Brother? Where are you?"
…
Opening his eyes, Chen Ge saw a dark alley in front of him. There was a faint mist of blood floating in the air, and he could vaguely hear the sound of teeth grinding in his ears.
"Is this the world behind Wu Sheng's door? Why does it look a bit like the old city?"