It was the same door, but in Chen Ge and Wu Jinpeng's eyes, it had a different meaning.
Wu Jinpeng had drunk quite a lot, and he was drunk. He slowly removed the 'armor' that he was wearing.
There was tiredness in his aged eyes. He normally hid it well and never showed it before his family.
"Wu Sheng, go to sleep. I still need to drive you to school tomorrow morning." Wu Jinpeng carried Wu Sheng to bed. "Good night, kid."
After taking care of the young, he still had to take care of the older one. He pulled the curtain and sat down next to his brother. "Kun Er, stop playing with the fan. If you're hot, I'll fan you."
"Fan!" Wu Kun raised the fan with both hands and ran around the room, refusing to let Wu Jinpeng have it.
"Slow down, don't disturb the neighbors." Wu Jinpeng sighed and sat down at the table. "I'm sorry, my brother is quite a rowdy person."
"Brother Peng, I fixed the broken fan at my workplace. How about I help you take a look?" When Chen Ge was running the Haunted House alone, he had learned many things, including installing surveillance cameras and various circuits.
"I purposely didn't fix it for him." Wu Jinpeng took another sip. "Look at my brother's left hand. He once reached his hand into the fan …"
"Got it."
"My biggest wish is for Wu Sheng to live like a normal child. My second wish is to buy an air conditioner. My brother hasn't experienced it before. If he knew how good an air conditioner is, he would definitely abandon the fan." The room was narrow. Wu Jinpeng leaned against the wall. He held the wine glass in one hand and the stray dog's head with the other.
"Brother Peng, I can hear that you're someone with a story. There's still some time before midnight. Can you tell me about your past?" Chen Ge wanted Wu Jinpeng to work at his Haunted House, so he needed to know more about Wu Jinpeng.
"What story? My life is filled with accidents." Wu Jinpeng was drunk. "Brother, guess what's the most expensive item in my house?"
"How would I know?" There was not even a television in the room. Chen Ge looked around, and only the broken fan in Wu Jinpeng's brother's hand was valuable.
"Let me show you." Wu Jinpeng opened the wooden box in the corner. There was a guitar inside. "This is not a practice guitar. It's very expensive."
"You can play the guitar?" Chen Ge labeled Wu Jinpeng as a multi-talented man. His evaluation of this handsome uncle rose to another level.
"I used to study music and was a street singer for a long time. It was then that I met Wu Sheng's mother." Wu Jinpeng picked up the guitar, but probably afraid that it would disturb the neighbors, he did not touch the strings. Instead, he gestured in the air. "Wu Sheng's mother is a fan of mine. She's eight years younger than me, and she's a very nice person, so even if she left, I don't blame her."
There was wine on the table, a stray dog lying next to him, and a broken guitar in his arms. The two men sat in the crowded rental house, talking about the past and life.
"Are you still a vagabond singer?"
"I stopped doing that a long time ago. In the past, my dream was to write my own songs. Even if I couldn't become a singer, I wanted to work in a music industry. Unfortunately, due to hunger, I swallowed my dream in one gulp. " Wu Jinpeng closed his eyes, and his fingers played in the air. "I was too rebellious in the past. I always thought my persistence was right. There was a time when I thought the name my parents gave me was too lame, so I secretly changed it. My father was so angry that he couldn't sleep for three days."
Opening his eyes, Wu Jinpeng took another glass of wine. "Thinking about the old man, I want to laugh, but I won't be able to see him anymore."
"Uncle?"
"The year Wu Sheng was born, the old couple went to Xin Hai for treatment, and they got into a car accident." Wu Jinpeng picked up the glass and downed the wine. "Actually, I've suspected it wasn't a car accident. They probably didn't want to drag me down because they couldn't be cured."
The room became quiet. Wu Kun was tired from playing. He hugged the fan and leaned against the corner.
"So, you're the only one taking care of the family now?" Chen Ge thought about Wu Jinpeng's hard life. He had to take care of his retarded brother and earn money for Wu Sheng's tuition. He was the pillar of the family.
"Yes, actually, you'll get used to it." Wu Jinpeng put down the guitar. "Someone once told me that life is about being born, but I think that's too pessimistic. We can't guarantee what kind of life we have, but the attitude we use to live it depends on us. I often tell Wu Sheng how beautiful the world is because I hope that he can grow up healthy and one day see those beautiful things for himself. "
"Brother Peng, you're such a good educator." Chen Ge raised his glass and clinked it with Wu Jinpeng's.
"I also think I'm good at educating children, but the teachers at Pei Zhi Academy keep nagging me, telling me not to let the child fantasize and to focus on learning life skills." Wu Jinpeng's tone sounded like he was complaining, and it amused Chen Ge.
He had a good chat with Wu Jinpeng. Actually, when Chen Ge first met Wu Jinpeng, he had a feeling that this person was special.
The pain and despair in life did not knock him down. If anything, it carved his soul into a crystal clear crystal. This was something that Chen Ge did not expect, and the ghost fetus probably did not expect as well.
Chen Ge had no idea what the ghost fetus' criteria for choosing his child was, but most of the children had one similarity — they were flawed in some way, and they were deeply depressed.
Based on Jiang Ming's situation, the more pain and despair a child felt, the scarier the world behind the door would be, and the more compatible they would be with the ghost fetus.
From this perspective, the chance of Wu Sheng being possessed by the ghost fetus was not high. His father was too good.
The two chatted for a while. When it was almost 11 pm, they cleared away the cutlery, switched off the lights, and sat down next to the curtain.
At midnight, a shadow could be seen behind the curtain. Chen Ge made a gesture at Wu Jinpeng.
He had many Red Specters in his backpack. Once he got close, the door would shake violently to wake Wu Sheng, and the door would close naturally.
Chen Ge gripped the backpack tightly. When Wu Jinpeng moved forward, he suddenly picked up his pace and pushed open the door.
The lock shook. When Wu Jinpeng recovered, Chen Ge had already disappeared with the door.
"What the f * ck? Brother? Where are you? "
…
Opening his eyes, Chen Ge was standing in a dark alley. A light blood fog floated in the air, and he could hear the sound of teeth grinding.
"This is the world behind Wu Sheng's door? How come it looks like an old city? "
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