Jiang Yuduo has experienced countless sleepless nights. Basically, he sits or lies in the dark with his eyes open, and occasionally calls a few people to accompany him to find a place to drink.
However, there are very few times like this. Insomnia is not simply not being able to sleep, but also various pains, sleepiness, headaches, and inexplicable numbness and pain all over the body, so the better way to spend an insomnia night is to be alone.
He has never had an experience like this, sitting at home with people like this, chatting in the middle of a sleepless night.
Moreover, this is a person who is not on the same path as him at all, a person whose origin is unknown, one moment he thinks he can trust, and another moment he is suspicious, young master trash.
What's there to talk about
I really can't think of a topic.
"Is there any wine?" Cheng Ke asked.
"What wine do you want to drink?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"...You only have one glass," Cheng Ke said. "In this case, can you still choose wine?"
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak. He walked to the cabinet by the window with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the cabinet door, and looked back at him: "Come and choose."
Cheng Ke was stunned for a while, got up and walked to the front of the cabinet, looking at the various wines that were lined up on the wall, he didn't say a word for a long time.
"I use that cup for everything I drink," Jiang Yuduo leaned against the wall, "drinking is not a cup."
"Oh." Cheng Ke nodded.
"But there are no particularly good wines," Jiang Yuduo said. "It's all brought by my little brothers during the festivals."
"I haven't studied wine, and I can't drink it if it's good wine," Cheng Ke saw a white porcelain bottle with nothing attached to it through the weak light from the curtains. It looked a little old. He took it down curiously, "What is this? Can you turn on the light?"
"Are you finished crying?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
Cheng Ke didn't say anything, especially wanting to smash Jiang Yuduo with a bottle with his backhand and lose his memory or something.
Jiang Yuduo went over and turned on the light, and the room suddenly lit up.
Cheng Ke clearly saw that the bottle in his hand was indeed an ordinary white porcelain bottle, with a small piece of cotton cloth tied to the seal, which was a little gray.
He smelled it and turned to look at Jiang Yuduo: "That's it, it smells very..."
He didn't feel anything before, but now he suddenly turned his head and saw Jiang Yuduo wearing only a pair of underwear under the bright light, he suddenly didn't know where to look.
"Still... turn off the lights," he said.
"What about walking me?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.
"You can put on some clothes," Cheng Ke said, "Aren't you cold?"
"It's not cold," Jiang Yuduo went over slowly and turned off the light, "I'm fine with cold water today."
After the lights were turned off, Cheng Ke relaxed and put the wine on the table: "Is this wine made by yourself?"
"Chen Qing brought it," Jiang Yuduo went to the kitchen and took out two bowls, "When his mother was pregnant, his father wanted a daughter, and he believed that he was carrying a daughter, so he buried the jar of wine, Said that when he was 18 years old, he dug it out to drink, and his daughter was red."
Cheng Ke smiled: "That's not bad, the wine has been buried for more than ten years."
"No, it was such a thing when it was born, and it was dug out the same day," Jiang Yuduo took out another sealed box from the refrigerator, "Put it in the kitchen, put it with the pickle jar, but also put it in It's been ten years."
"Have you ever drunk?" Cheng Ke asked.
"Drinked it. We brought it over last month and we drank it." Jiang Yuduo opened the wine bottle, filled two bowls, and pushed a bowl to Cheng Ke.
"How is it?" Cheng Ke leaned over and smelled it, it was very fragrant.
"After more than ten years," Jiang Yuduo said, "a bottle of horse urine is probably fragrant."
Cheng Ke glanced at him and felt that his temper was really good at the moment, but he wasn't upset.
Jiang Yuduo opened the sealed box and pushed it in front of him: "Smell this again."
Cheng Ke smelled it: "Air-dried beef?"
"Well," Jiang Yuduo nodded, "how is it?"
"Very good." Cheng Ke didn't even think about it, grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing it twice.
From noon to now, he ate a small cake. He thought he was too hungry, but when he chewed the beef, he realized that he was probably crazy because he couldn't sleep.
The stomach was followed by a cry with tears.
Jiang Yuduo, who was holding another bowl of wine in front of him, suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed.
"I heard a voice." Jiang Yuduo said softly.
He couldn't see his expression in the dark, but Cheng Ke could feel the vigilance on his face when he heard the tone of his words.
"Me." Cheng Ke cleared his throat, "My stomach screamed..."
Before he finished speaking, his stomach screamed again as if to prove his words, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to lie down on the table.
"You..." Jiang Yuduo seemed to be relieved at first, and then a little surprised, "Even if it is broken, you can't have a stomachache just after eating it, right?"
"I'm hungry." Cheng Ke said.
"Fuck, you're so hungry, tell me," Jiang Yuduo took the phone, "I'll have someone deliver it to you, but it's probably a bit difficult for you to eat a high-end young master's supper. BBQ."
Cheng Ke didn't speak. This kind of situation where a face suddenly lit up in the darkness should have been a little scary, but for some reason, Jiang Yuduo was not so amazingly handsome, but he was able to resist it. This bleak light from the bottom up.
Jiang Yuduo started dialing, and he regained his senses. He quickly reached out and shook the screen: "No! Just have beef jerky!"
"No?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.
"I really don't need it. I'll be full of beef jerky when you send it to me." Cheng Ke is very glad that he is not a temporary courtesy, but has a good reason.
"That's fine." Jiang Yuduo put the phone aside, picked up the bowl and knocked on the bowl in front of him, taking a sip of wine.
Cheng Ke didn't care about his image anymore, so he stopped after chewing four pieces of beef jerky and took a sip of wine.
The wine was really good, and it slid into his appetite warmly. He leaned back on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Yuduo sat opposite him and slowly tore a piece of beef jerky.
Because he couldn't see his expression, he couldn't make contact with his eyes, and he couldn't see Jiang Yuduo's body with only one pair of underwear. Cheng Ke was silent about it and didn't feel any discomfort.
Jiang Yuduo finished tearing up a piece of beef jerky and drank half a bowl of wine before asking, "Don't you want to chat? What are you talking about?"
Yeah, what are we talking about
Cheng Ke originally thought that he should have a lot to say. With an unfamiliar person who was completely impossible to contact before, no matter what he said, he would have a presumptuous sense of security.
Just chatting for a while, just say whatever comes to mind, Jiang Yuduo suddenly asked, as if he had called to prepare, so he didn't know how to speak.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?" he asked.
"It's you who let me chat in the middle of the night, you ask me?" Jiang Yuduo said, "But you can let me chat."
"Well." Cheng Ke looked at him and could only see the faint light on the bridge of his nose, which was straight.
"I just wanted to chat," Jiang Yuduo took a sip of wine, leaned on the table and leaned forward, "What the hell are you doing here?"
This is the sentence again.
Cheng Ke didn't even want to sigh: "What do you think I'm here for?"
"Who did you see just now?" Jiang Yuduo was still lying on the table, his low voice was hoarse.
To be honest, Jiang Yuduo's voice is very nice. If it weren't for the inexplicable topic of his now, Cheng Ke would still like to praise him.
"Just now?" Cheng Ke asked.
"You are standing across the street," Jiang Yuduo said, "who is that person you saw?"
"Who did I see?" Cheng Ke suddenly felt a creepy feeling, and his back was suddenly chilled. He couldn't help but put his hand back and pulled it twice on his back.
"Don't try to pretend," Jiang Yuduo said, "I've been watching you in the room."
"I didn't see anything, where did the people just come from on the street?" Cheng Ke patiently.
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, stood up after a while, turned on the light in the living room, turned around and walked over to him, bent over and stared at his face.
This kind of scene is so miraculous that Cheng Ke had to stretch out his hand and push Jiang Yuduo's shoulder: "I really didn't see anyone. I feel a little scared now when you say that."
"I'm afraid, if I really say that you are my friend, there are not many people here who dare to touch you," Jiang Yuduo stood up straight, turned off the light again, and sat back across the table, "Are you right? Want to take your watch back?"
"... No," Cheng Ke was stunned for a while, then sighed, "If you don't tell me, I've already forgotten about it."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded, "I can't take it back, I won't give it to you."
"You take it." Cheng Ke took a sip of wine.
Suddenly a little lost.
It's not because of the Jaeger-LeCoultre, it's just a watch, and it doesn't have any commemorative significance. If it costs 300,000 yuan, he probably can still think about it.
His loss came from Jiang Yuduo's sentence "I want to say that you are my friend".
Jiang Yuduo did not regard him as a friend.
Of course, it's not surprising that he didn't treat him as a friend. He himself has always just defined Jiang Yuduo as a "landlord", a person he doesn't know very well.
But I don't know why, but I still feel a little lost.
Maybe his friend came too easily. According to the previous rhythm, he and Jiang Yuduo could already be called a "friend".
Or maybe his friends went too easily, and they all dispersed when they left. He was a little uncomfortable with his empty life, and wanted to grab any "friend".
"I thought..." Cheng Ke still couldn't hold back his words, but he stopped immediately after speaking. When did he fall to the point where he needed to be depressed about such a thing
It's just Jiang Yuduo, does it have anything to do with friends? It was impossible for him to be any friend with such a person before, not even the most hypocritical kind of friend.
"I don't think anyone is my friend casually," Jiang Yuduo said. "We are mixed on the streets. Unlike you young masters, my friends are here..."
Jiang Yuduo poked at the table: "It's very heavy."
"I can't understand it," Cheng Ke said, "I have no friends."
He took a sip of wine, took a piece of beef jerky and took two bites slowly. He had to admit that he admired Jiang Yuduo's sharpness.
Although this keenness is often used in magical places.
"It's not surprising to have no friends," Jiang Yuduo said. "According to my standards, it's not easy to have a few friends in this life."
"Like you and Chen Qing?" Cheng Ke asked.
"He's a fool," Jiang Yuduo said, "I want to kill him every day."
Cheng Ke laughed, this is a friend.
"Actually, the one who ate with you that day, Xu Ding?" Jiang Yuduo helped him fill the bowl with wine, "Is he your friend?"
"I didn't know him well before," Cheng Ke said. "I haven't had dinner with him alone outside of the cooperation."
"Oh," Jiang Yuduo nodded and swayed gently against the back of the chair, "what did your 'before' look like?"
"...I don't know what to say," Cheng Ke took a sip of wine and smiled bitterly, "Just look at what I call you all day long."
"I don't usually understand if I don't do housework. There are many such people," Jiang Yuduo said. "It's not just you."
"It's different." Cheng Ke took out the squashed cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, "I don't even know what to do next."
"Next?" Jiang Yuduo tapped the bowl on his bowl, "Drink and eat meat."
"I'm so old, just messing around, I didn't think about what I should do or what I want to do," Cheng Ke smiled and flicked his finger on the bowl: "I was kicked out of the house by my dad."
Jiang Yuduo paused when he was drinking, then took two sips of wine and leaned back in the chair: "I thought you were kicked out of the house by your brother."
Cheng Ke didn't speak, picked up the bowl and raised it to Jiang Yuduo, raised his head and drank half a bowl of wine.
"The agency said you are an artist," Jiang Yuduo said, "what kind of art are you doing?"
"...Do you believe what the intermediary says?" Cheng Ke laughed.
"It's usually exaggerated, but you won't make up too much. You always have a point that can make him exaggerate," Jiang Yuduo said, "what is it?"
Cheng Ke sighed: "He asked me what kind of work I do. I can't say I'm unemployed, so I said a sand painting."
"What is sand painting?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"Draw something with sand," Cheng Ke gestured on the table and explained it with Jiang Yuduo's more understandable words, "Just... sprinkle a few handfuls of sand and scratch with your hands."
"Oh." Jiang Yuduo stared at him with a cigarette in his mouth.
After watching for a while, Jiang Yuduo stood up, turned and entered the kitchen.
Cheng Ke took a sip of his cigarette, took a sip of wine, and leaned back on the chair and raised his head.
This wine is quite good. If he has to drink two consecutive meals like this as usual, he must be uncomfortable now, but now he has no other discomfort except a little dizziness.
When you raise your head, the feeling of swaying slightly in the air makes you feel relaxed and peaceful.
Jiang Yuduo came out of the kitchen again and threw a bag on the table.
Cheng Ke squeezed his brows, trying to see what he had eaten, but in the faint light he found that there was a bag thrown on the table, unopened, it looked like...
"Draw one for me to see." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Draw what?" Cheng Ke was stunned.
"Sand painting," Jiang Yuduo pointed to the bag, "this is salt."
"...You asked me to paint sand paintings with salt?" Cheng Ke stretched out his hand and pinched it across the bag. It was really salt, the kind of large sea salt.
"Isn't it the same as sand?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"The kind of painting with salt is called salt painting," Cheng Ke tried to explain, "these are different, and your salt particles are too big..."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, turned around and entered the kitchen again.
Cheng Ke lay on the table and sighed: "Jiang Yuduo... No, third brother, third brother, can you not toss?"
When Jiang Yuduo came out of the kitchen again, he threw three more bags of salt on the table, just in front of his nose.
Cheng Ke reached out and squeezed, this time it was fine salt.
"Why did you buy so much salt?" he asked helplessly.
"Waiting for a sand painting artist to paint me some day." Jiang Yuduo sat down.
"Another day," Cheng Ke said, "I don't want to paint now, I'm a little dizzy."
"No," Jiang Yuduo's answer was succinct, "just now."
"Why?" Cheng Ke looked up at him, but couldn't see the expression on his face.
"Because," Jiang Yuduo tapped twice on the table, "I don't believe it."
"Huh?" Cheng Ke still looked at him.
"Don't try to make up nonsense to fool me, you can draw it now," Jiang Yuduo said in a cold voice, "If you can't draw it, don't think of this door, and if you don't draw it, don't think of going out."
Cheng Ke was no longer shocked by Jiang Yuduo's hot and cold attitude, and he was a little dizzy at the moment, so he was just unhappy.
It's not that he was upset that Jiang Yuduo forced him to paint sand paintings in the middle of the night without even having basic courtesy, but Jiang Yuduo didn't believe he could paint sand paintings.
Although the family disdained him and felt that he was just playing this thing, he had no level, but he knew where his level was, otherwise Xu Ding would not have asked Liu Tiancheng to invite him.
This is the only bright spot in his trash life, the only bright spot that keeps him from being a useless trash in the end, even if he doesn't take it seriously all the time.
"Turn on the light." Cheng Ke stood up and touched the table, it was smooth.
Jiang Yuduo got up and turned on the light in the past.
The light that suddenly turned on made Cheng Ke confused for a moment. Before the matter was about to be put on hold, he laughed it off. No matter how useless he was living, he couldn't do anything because a man who couldn't hit eight, eight or sixty-four poles. angry at the denial.
Maybe two drinks today.
He glanced at Jiang Yuduo: "Put on clothes."
"You draw yours, do you care whether I wear clothes or not?" Jiang Yuduo stood still, frowning.
"This is a minimum of respect," Cheng Ke propped his arms on the table, and seeing that he was still standing still, he raised his voice and roared again, "Don't you fucking wear it!"
"Fuck!" Jiang Yuduo was taken aback by his roar, and stared at him for a long time before turning around and entering the bedroom, "If I don't put on your fucking drawing, I'll take off my pants immediately. I got you done!"
"What if I drew it?" Cheng Ke felt that he was using the wine to make it indifferent to Jiang Yuduo's habit of running down three roads from time to time. He slowly picked up a bag of salt and tore it open, pinched it a little. I came out and rubbed my fingertips.
"Three months' rent waived." Jiang Yuduo said in the bedroom.
"I'm not short of that money." Cheng Ke put everything on the table on the coffee table. This table is made of black glass, which is quite suitable.
"A big tone?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"Nonsense, if I can't draw it, you're going to fuck me," Cheng Ke said. "If I draw it, I'll be exempt from three months' rent? Isn't it too unequal."
"Okay," Jiang Yuduo put on a pair of sweatpants and walked out slowly, "Since you want to fuck me so much, so be it."
Cheng Ke smiled and said nothing.
He doesn't actually need any bets, especially this kind of foolish bet that he and Liu Tiancheng can name 250 kinds of bets in one night.
"Draw what?" Cheng Ke grabbed a handful of salt from the salt bag and sprinkled it lightly on the table. The black table was quickly covered with a layer of white evenly.
"Me." Jiang Yuduo knew that Cheng Ke really didn't lie when he saw Cheng Ke's first action of throwing salt.
For a household waste like Cheng Ke, when pouring water, it makes people think that he is using the wrong hand, but these few movements of salting are skillful and handsome. I know that even if you don't know how to draw sand paintings, you have at least three years of experience in peeing and sand.
"You?" Cheng Ke looked up at him.
"Why," Jiang Yuduo also looked at him, "Can't you draw me complicated and handsome?"
"Let's draw a meow first, I haven't touched it in more than a month," Cheng Ke lowered his head and tapped the salt on the table with his finger, and then drew an arc with his finger, "The hand is a little bit small. pregnancy."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded, staring at his fingertips.
After the first arc, Cheng Ke paused for a while, followed by the second and third. Jiang Yuduo was a little surprised to find that with just a few strokes of this finger, he could already see that it was a cat.
Cheng Ke squeezed some salt with his fingers again, and swiped it gently on the cat's head. A small dot appeared in the middle of a circle. He didn't even see how the salt fell from Cheng Ke's fingertips.
The next "process" can't be called a process for him, because he can't see it at all. The only thing he can see clearly is Cheng Ke pinching the salt from the salt bag and the blank space that was wiped out by his fingertips. Or a white line passing by.
Meow's appearance is revealed little by little under Cheng Ke's fingertips. Although there are only two colors of black and white, and the lines are simple, Meow's demeanor is very similar. He can't tell where it resembles, but he can recognize it at a glance. Meow.
Cheng Ke clapped his hands after painting the last beard, and looked up at him: "Am I good at painting?"
"Forget it." Jiang Yuduo nodded.
"That's fine," Cheng Ke lit a cigarette and exhaled, "I'll fuck you?"