After agreeing to go to Tongcun, Caleb Ji waited eagerly every day, and his attitude also changed like a windmill. His senior brother was older than his younger brother, and he made Grayson Ding feel comfortable. He himself feels that he has assimilated with other people and has the tendency to become a weakling like Ding Han.
Finally, the night before, Grayson Ding carried the tool box into the machine room and laid out the screwdrivers to repair the Western clock. As soon as I sat down, footsteps were approaching outside the door. I didn't need to listen carefully to know that it was Caleb Ji.
Grayson Ding was getting a little annoyed. This guy had been too clingy to him these days. He was always under his nose. He only loved to laugh. He didn't know what good things there were in that remote village that could make Caleb Ji lose himself in beauty.
The door was pushed open very gently, and Caleb Ji came in with a cup of warm water, silently, and sat quietly in the corner of the console. You could say he had nothing to do, but he was not idle cleaning the machine's scraping stones.
Grayson Ding moved out a Western clock, as tall as a television set, with a gilded wooden clock body. Wiping it with a damp cloth, he saw Caleb Ji looking here from the corner of his eye, leaning forward and trying hard, so he said, "Are you short-sighted?"
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