Chapter 1011 - Wu Sheng’s World (1/2)

The door represented different things to Chen Ge and Wu Jinpeng. When night fell, Wu Jinpeng had drunk a lot, and in his drunken state, his ‘armor’ slowly fell away. Tiredness appeared in his eyes. He hid it well behind a cheerful front normally and never showed it before even his family.

“Wu Sheng, it’s time for bed. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you to school.” Wu Jinpeng carried Wu Sheng to his bed. “Good night, buddy.”

After taking care of the young one, he needed to deal with the older one. He pulled back the curtain and sat next to his younger brother. “Kun Er, stop playing with the electric fan. If you feel hot, I’ll bring you the fan.”

“Fan!” Wu Kun raised the electric fan with both hands. He jogged around the room, refusing to surrender it Wu Jinpeng.

“Slow down, or you’ll going to wake the neighbors.” Wu Jinpeng appeared quite helpless. He sat back by the table. “I’m sorry for the trouble my brother is causing.”

“Brother Peng, I’ve fixed a broken fan at my workplace before. How about I help you fix this?” When Chen Ge first took over the haunted house, he had been forced to learn many things, including installing the cameras and familiarizing himself with the wiring.

“I don’t actually want to fix the fan.” Wu Jinpeng took another sip of the alcohol. “Look at my brother’s left finger. He once stuck his hand into the fan…”

“Oh, understood.”

“My biggest wish now is for Wu Sheng to grow up like a normal child, and my second wish is to buy an air-conditioner. My younger brother hasn’t experienced that before. If he knew how good an air-conditioner is, he would definitely abandon that broken electric fan.” The rental place was small. Wu Jinpeng leaned against the wall, held the bottle with one hand, and scratched the dog behind his ears with his other hand.

“Brother Peng, you sound like a person with a story. There’s still some time before midnight. Mind telling me about your past?” Chen Ge wanted to offer Wu Jinpeng a job, so he needed to know everything that he could about Wu Jinpeng.

“What story can I have? My whole life is a trail of interesting incidents.” Wu Jinpeng was slightly drunk. “Brother, can you have a guess at the most expensive item in this place?”

“How am I supposed to guess that?” The place did not even have a television set. Chen Ge looked around and the most expensive thing appeared to be the broken electric fan Wu Jinpeng’s brother was hugging.

“I’ll show it to you.” Wu Jinpeng opened the wooden box in the corner. A guitar sat inside. “This is not the practice kind. It’s very expensive.”

“You know how to play the guitar?” Chen Ge had a new appreciation for Wu Jinpeng, and his admiration for this man grew another level.

“I used to study music and was a street musician for many years. It was then that I met Wu Sheng’s mother.” Wu Jinpeng picked up the guitar, but probably afraid of waking the neighbors, he did not play. He merely moved his fingers over the strings, plucking it several times in the air. “Wu Sheng’s mother was my fan. She was eight years younger than me. She was a very nice person, so even when she abandoned us, I did not blame her one bit. I mean, take a look around, who can blame her?”

With the alcohol on the table, a stray lying next to them, and an old guitar in his embrace, the two men sat inside the small room, discussing the past and life.

“Do you still play on the street?”