It was the same door, but it meant different things to Chen Ge and Wu Jinpeng.
Night fell. Wu Jinpeng had drunk quite a bit, and as the alcohol took effect, he slowly took off the "armor" he wore.
A trace of weariness showed in his weathered eyes. He usually hid it well and never let his family see it.
"Wu Sheng, go to bed. I still have to take you to school tomorrow morning." Wu Jinpeng carried Wu Sheng to bed. "Good night, you little rascal."
After taking care of the younger one, he still had to look after the older one. He pulled back the cloth curtain and sat beside his younger brother. "Kun'er, stop playing with the fan. If you're hot, I'll fan you myself."
"Fan!" Wu Kun raised the electric fan in both hands and ran around the little room, refusing to give it to Wu Jinpeng.
"Slow down. Don't bother the neighbors." Wu Jinpeng was helpless. He sat back down by the table. "Sorry, my brother can be a handful."
"Brother Peng, I can tell you've got a story to tell. The place where I work had a broken fan once, and I fixed it myself. How about I take a look at yours?" During the time Chen Ge ran the Haunted House alone, he had learned all kinds of things, from installing surveillance cameras to laying cables.
"I broke it on purpose." Wu Jinpeng took another sip of wine. "Look at my brother's left hand. He once stuck it into the fan..."
"I understand."
"My biggest wish is for Wu Sheng to grow up like an ordinary child. My second biggest wish is to buy an air conditioner. My brother's never had one, but if he knew how nice they were, he'd definitely ditch