Antidote

Chapter 16

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Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, he walked around the table and stood beside Cheng Ke, looked at the painting on the table, then went into the bedroom after watching for a while, and hugged the sleeping cat out.

"Meow," he grabbed Meow's head and pressed down, "Look, this is you that the young master painted with salt, if you think this looks like you, and it's well drawn, you can scream, if you don't , even if he loses."

"Do you want face?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"Meow, look," Jiang Yuduo was unmoved, and continued to press Miao's head, "I count to five, if you feel like you, you can call, one, two..."

"Meow~~~" Cheng Ke suddenly called out behind him.

Jiang Yuduo was stunned.

Are you learning the same? He almost thought it was meowing.

Just when he was about to turn back, the meow in his hand suddenly called after Cheng Ke.

Meow.

"Fuck me?" He froze suddenly, looking down at Meow, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's called." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo threw Meow on the sofa and turned around: "You learned a lot like it?"

"Well," Cheng Ke leaned against the table, "I'm afraid of mice. When I was a child, I thought learning to meow would help me defend myself."

"Can it be prevented?" Jiang Yuduo was suddenly a little curious.

"I don't know, and I have no chance to have any head-on conflict with the mouse." Cheng Ke said.

"Oh." Jiang Yuduo took the bowl on the coffee table, drank the wine inside, went back to the table, and looked at the meow drawn with salt on the table.

"I've counted to five, you can think of another shameful excuse," Cheng Ke said. "If you can't figure it out, you'll be willing to admit defeat, third brother."

Jiang Yuduo turned to look at him.

"One, two, three," Cheng Ke counted unhurriedly, "four..."

Jiang Yuduo suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled at him: "Okay."

"Five." Cheng Ke paused, but insisted on finishing the count.

"How do you want to play?" Jiang Yuduo still had a smile on his lips, his hands down, his fingers hooked on the waist of his trousers and pulled down.

Cheng Ke felt that he was suddenly stuck, and in terms of shamelessness, he really couldn't compare with Jiang Yuduo, who was estimated to be walking on the streets since he was able to walk.

He was very grateful to Jiang Yuduo for having the last trace of reason, and he could almost relive the previous Guoben scene in the next inch.

He didn't think much of it at first. No one took this so-called bet seriously at first. He just said it casually, laughing at Jiang Yuduo as a boss. The first reaction when he lost was to catch the cat and play tricks on him. .

Now that Jiang Yuduo asked such a sentence, he couldn't find a suitable face to face for a while.

If Liu Tiancheng's group were replaced, they might be able to withstand it. Sometimes they drank too much and played outrageously.

Yeah, drink too much.

Cheng Ke took out the cigarette, took the bowl, and took a sip of wine. If he hadn't drank too much, who the hell would be talking to Jiang Yuduo about so many things.

"Don't you dare?" Jiang Yuduo said, "I'll give you three seconds to think about it, if it's out of date, I'd like to admit defeat, but you don't dare."

Cheng Ke glanced at him, and the smile on Jiang Yuduo's mouth was contemptuous and provocative.

It's so frustrating.

Cheng Ke picked up the bowl and took another sip of wine.

Fuck you for making you arrogant.

There was still a wine at the bottom of the bowl, and he simply drank it all in one gulp.

Arrogant fart.

The smooth wine warmed from the throat all the way down into the stomach.

My own waste is waste, but I have never been afraid of anything, and in this case, I can't stand the provocation.

He put down the bowl, grabbed Jiang Yuduo's shoulder and pushed it hard on the sofa behind him.

When Jiang Yuduo fell into the sofa, his provocative smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth: "Are you strong?"

"Well." Cheng Ke leaned over and propped his arms on the wall above his head.

Jiang Yuduo still wanted to speak, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Yuduo's neck, and pressed his thumb gently above his throat, Jiang Yuduo's words could not be said.

When Jiang Yuduo frowned and wanted to pull his hand away, Cheng Ke let go of his hand and pressed it on his forehead, Jiang Yuduo turned his head back, and he kissed it.

Cheng Ke could feel the moment when the two's lips touched, Jiang Yuduo raised his leg, his body bowed, and then froze.

Hold.

Are you still arrogant!

Until Cheng Ke's tongue touched his lips and left, he maintained a posture of sitting stiffly with one leg half-raised.

Cheng Ke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stared at him for a few seconds, turned around and wiped it on the table, and squeezed another pinch of salt from the salt bag.

Jiang Yuduo took a long time to regain his senses and touched his mouth.

There was still the feeling of the moment when Cheng Ke's lips pressed down on his lips.

But I can't say what I feel, I know that it has the aroma of wine.

"Fuck," Jiang Yuduo looked at Cheng Ke's back, "you can, you are awesome."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, his hand was scribbling on the table.

"It's a bit fast," Jiang Yuduo said, "are you finished?"

"I haven't had time to react yet." Cheng Ke didn't look back, just squeezed a little salt and continued to sprinkle it on the table.

"Then you can't." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Third brother," Cheng Ke said, "I advise you to leave a way out for yourself when you speak. If you provoke me again, I will rip you off now, and I won't wear a condom. You'd better consider your two splints now. Binding is not my opponent."

Jiang Yuduo did not speak.

To be honest, Cheng Ke was a little surprised tonight... No, it was a big surprise. He never thought that this young master, who was usually in a hurry and didn't have a big temper, could still be in this state after drinking a little wine.

But after staring at Cheng Ke's back for a long time, he felt something was wrong.

"I have a question." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I just didn't know where to go after I was kicked out of the house," Cheng Ke said. "I used to come here with my friends, so I came here. You can also think I came here to dig through the trash can."

"It's not this," Jiang Yuduo said. He touched the cigarette and found that there was only the last one. He took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, "You can do whatever you say to a man?"

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded, "I have to do what I say to a man, but to a woman, I can't stop."

Jiang Yuduo's hand holding a lighter to light a cigarette was fixed in the air.

It wasn't until Cheng Ke clapped the salt on his hand and went to the side to pour a bowl of wine that he said softly, "Fuck me."

"Aren't you going to let me draw you," Cheng Ke said, "it's done."

Jiang Yuduo was stunned for a while, then quickly stood up and walked to the table, seeing that the previous meow had been wiped down to only a tail, and his face was now in the middle of the table.

He is not particularly familiar with his own face. When looking at others, he can look at it many times a day, and when he looks at himself, he only washes his face twice in the morning and evening.

So he couldn't help but took out his phone, turned on the front camera and took a picture of himself, then put the phone on the table.

"It's really me." Jiang Yuduo said.

"This is the first time I've seen someone determine if they have to take pictures on the spot." Cheng Ke sighed.

Jiang Yuduo picked up his mobile phone and took a few more pictures of the painting on the table. After thinking about it, he sighed, "Is this painting gone in a while?"

"Well," Cheng Ke said, "even if you leave it untouched, the salt will melt."

"Then it's a pity for your art," Jiang Yuduo turned to look at him, "it's gone after painting."

Cheng Ke smiled: "A lot of things are like this, just in my head."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, feeling that his eyes were a little out of focus, and finally sat on the chair, lit the last cigarette, and stared at the painting on the table.

"I'm sleepy," Cheng Ke fell onto the sofa, "What time is it?"

"It's almost five o'clock," Jiang Yuduo glanced at his phone, "Can you fall asleep?"

"Yeah." Cheng Ke pulled the quilt and rolled it around randomly, turned over and lay down on the back of the sofa.

Jiang Yuduo stood beside the table for a while, reached out and messed up all the salt on the table, then went over to turn off the lights in the living room, and took out Miao who was in the quilt beside Cheng Ke's legs hold.

"Are you gay?" Jiang Yuduo took two steps to the bedroom and stopped.

"Yes," Cheng Ke said, "if you are afraid, close the door. After dawn, you can get me the key and I will leave."

"Did you get kicked out of the house because of this?" Jiang Yuduo asked again.

"No," Cheng Ke turned his head to look at him, "if I can be half as good as my brother, no one will care if I go to bed with a dog at home."

"...Really?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"My dad said," Cheng Ke turned around and continued to face the back of the sofa, "In our family, it's not a big deal. I can't bear it after living in vain for 27 years."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak any more and went into the bedroom.

Maybe he drank a lot of alcohol and became alcoholic, and his whole person was soft after being presumptuous. After Cheng Ke closed his eyes, he felt that his body was slowly sinking, so loose that he could sink into the sofa.

Before he could even taste Jiang Yuduo's attitude again, he fell asleep.

He didn't open his eyes until someone kicked his ass.

The first thing he saw was the back of the sofa. The difference from when he closed his eyes yesterday was that he could see that there were countless threads on the back of the fabric, which were probably caught by a cat.

He turned his head, and in the bright sunlight, Jiang Yuduo and Chen Qing stood side by side in front of the sofa and looked down at him.

"Damn," he covered the sun with his hand, and it was a little awkward to be surrounded by two people sleeping like this during the day, "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock," Jiang Yuduo put a bunch of keys on his pillow, "I'm going to dismantle the plywood now, the keys are here, you don't need to bring them after you open the door, I'll pick them up from you when I come back, by the way. ."

"Yeah." Cheng Ke nodded in confusion.

"There's breakfast on the table," Chen Qing said, "it's still hot, you can eat it when you get up."

"Thank you." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo closed the door and got into the car with Chen Qing.

Today Chen Qing opened a Porsche in the shop, red.

"How about it," Chen Qing patted the steering wheel, "I picked a red one to celebrate your removal of the board."

"Touched." Jiang Yuduo rubbed his eyes.

"Did you lose sleep again last night?" Chen Qing glanced at him, "Are you still dizzy?"

"Not dizzy," Jiang Yuduo closed his eyes, "a little uncomfortable."

"If you can't, just take some sleeping pills or something," Chen Qing said. "Didn't Sister Qian ask for some for you? If you can't sleep, take one."

"Don't eat." Jiang Yuduo said.

Chen Qing sighed and drove the car towards the hospital.

"The clinic is demolished." Jiang Yuduo turned to look at him.

"Hospital," Chen Qing bit his lip, "I'm not following you today. It's okay to go to the clinic to change the dressing. I still have to go to the hospital to remove the board. The doctor has to check the healing condition..."

"Turn around." Jiang Yuduo's voice sank.

"The head can fall, the blood can flow, and the hospital can't throw it away," Chen Qing said. "Isn't it okay when the splint is put on, and it doesn't take long to remove the board."

"Fuck you!" Jiang Yuduo slapped him on the shoulder, "It can't even rhyme!"

"Kill me to death," Chen Qing said with a strong face, "I will take you to the hospital before I die."

Jiang Yuduo frowned and stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed, leaning against the window and closing his eyes.

When he walked into the consultation room, Jiang Yuduo felt as if he was not yet, and his whole body hurt.

The intern who helped him remove the splint looked at him and smiled: "Why are you sweating? Does it still hurt?"

"No." Jiang Yuduo replied through gritted teeth.

"He's just nervous," Chen Qing said on the side, "please hurry up, just dismantle it."

"It's quick to disassemble," the doctor nodded. "I'll give you a list later, and take a picture to see how the bones are healing..."

"Stop filming," Jiang Yuduo said, "It must be fine."

After saying this, he couldn't hear what the doctor said and what Chen Qing said.

After the chaotic sound, there was a dead silence in the ears, and there was confusion in front of me, I could see everything, and it was as if I didn't see anything, and I didn't know what I saw.

Jiang Yuduo closed his eyes.

Chen Qing took him to the outpatient room, dragged him to pay the fee, and then went to film. When he lay down on the operating table, he was still short of breath.

Everyone looked at him strangely.

Of course, an old man with no fart injuries on his body, was so nervous that he was sweating like rain, and he was almost erratic when walking.

So he didn't want to come to the hospital.

He is afraid of the hospital.

I was so scared that I couldn't even remember why I was scared.

If the injections didn't count, he didn't seem to have any horror about the hospital in his memory at all. In his memory, he hadn't even been to the hospital a few times, but this kind of nervous resistance and nervousness that made his back cramp was always the same. Shadows follow.

When he left the hospital and walked to the street, Jiang Yuduo felt a new lease of life, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Where to?" Chen Qing asked.

"Go to Cheng Ke's house to get the keys," Jiang Yuduo looked at his phone, "he should be at home now."

"Okay." Chen Qing helped him open the car door.

When the car was about to drive to the community, Jiang Yuduo called Cheng Ke.

It rang for a long time before it was connected, and Cheng Ke's somewhat confused voice came out: "Fuck, I'm still... at your house?"

"Don't you know where you are?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I'm sorry," Cheng Ke woke up and said in a series of words, "I'm sorry, I just fell asleep again, and I'm still on your sofa."

"You can sleep well," Jiang Yuduo said with admiration. "Okay, you can wait at my house. We'll pick you up and send you back."

"I'm sorry." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo sighed and hung up the phone: "Go back, he hasn't woken up yet."

"Damn it," Chen Qing said, "I can sleep like this."

"He didn't sleep last night." Jiang Yuduo said.

"... What did he do?" Chen Qing was a little surprised, "also insomnia?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo pinched his brows.

"Then you two have company at night," Chen Qing said, "the two of you can't fall asleep staring at each other, drinking and chatting together... By the way, I forgot to ask, what are you two doing? Is that all salt on the table?"

"Washing powder." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Impossible, I licked it, it's salty!" Chen Qing said.

"Are you ill?" Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, "you don't even know what it is, so you talk about it?"

"I look like salt," Chen Qing said. "You two sprinkle a table of salt in the middle of the night... How do you do it?"

"Go away." Jiang Yuduo said.

What happened last night, because it was not interrupted by sleep, I remember it very clearly.

From seeing Cheng Ke crying, to chatting with him, to drinking and eating meat, painting sand paintings, and that inexplicable kiss, to the last Cheng Ke said that he had to face the man in order to do what he said...

Jiang Yuduo frowned and shook his head.

He couldn't tell how he felt when he heard Cheng Ke say this, except for surprise, he was speechless.

Cheng Ke shouldn't be lying, after all, even if it's vindictive, he can't kiss a man, even if it's... He turned his head and glanced at Chen Qing, forget it, Chen Qing's serious driving makes him a little bit. Want to laugh.

If I really want to kiss Chen Qing, it is estimated that I will have to laugh at half a meter away.

But thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little awkward.

Cheng Ke is actually gay?

He had a lot of conjectures about Cheng Ke, but he never thought that there would be such a layer.

When he got home, Cheng Ke had already packed up, folded the quilt and put it on the sofa, put the pillow on the quilt, and cleaned the salt on the table.

"Where's the salt?" Chen Qing asked casually.

"Put it in the trash can." Cheng Ke said.

"Damn it, so many, empty the trash can?" Chen Qing looked at him, "You are such a fucking waste."

"... don't throw it away and keep it to eat?" Cheng Ke asked.

"It's not dirty," Chen Qing said. "I dropped a piece of meat on the ground and my mother told me to wash it and eat it."

"You're almost there," Jiang Yuduo glanced at the breakfast on the coffee table, then turned to look at Cheng Ke, "Didn't you eat breakfast?"

"My head is a little heavy, and I have no appetite." Cheng Ke said.

"Take it." Jiang Yuduo said.

"No need..." Cheng Ke stopped halfway and took the bag of breakfast.

I don't know what Chen Qing is doing. Every time I see him, he drives a different car. Cheng Ke takes a bag and sits in the back seat early, looking out the window in a daze.

"What did you two play last night? Sprinkle a table of salt." Chen Qing asked while driving.

last night.

As soon as Cheng Ke heard these four words, he immediately raised his eyes and looked forward to Jiang Yuduo who was sitting in the co-pilot. Jiang Yuduo's head was leaning against the window without any response.

Last night, he took advantage of the wine to be arrogant, and now he still feels a little embarrassed when he thinks about it. He couldn't do such a thing before.

On the matter of sexuality, he doesn't mind what anyone thinks of him, and none of the people he has been in contact with in the past care about it, but after all, he is not familiar with Jiang Yuduo... Jiang Yuduo also said, I didn't consider him a friend.

However, Jiang Yuduo had no special reaction.

"What are you playing?" Chen Qing asked again.

Cheng Ke sighed: "I guess you draw it."

"...It's awesome, can't you draw with a pen and a piece of paper?" Chen Qing was a little surprised, "Get a table of salt, so creative."

"Ah." Cheng Ke responded.

"Call me next time," Chen Qing said, "I like to play this. I used to play with my third brother and us all the time."

"Go away," Jiang Yuduo said, "you can't even guess if I drew a fucking sun."

"Then why don't you say that your painting is too bad," Chen Qing said, "the kids next door to you are better at painting than you."

"What did you guess?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Watermelon potatoes, onions and persimmons." Chen Qing said.

"Are you hungry?" Cheng Ke said.

"No!" Chen Qing refused to accept, "He didn't even draw a sun, and he didn't even draw it! How can I guess!"

Cheng Ke looked at the back of Chen Qing's head, and didn't quite understand what this thing was.

"A three-and-a-half-year-old child knows that when painting the sun, there must be a circle!" Chen Qing said.

"...Oh." Cheng Ke finally understood.

Jiang Yuduo snorted, took out his mobile phone, poked the screen a few times, and handed the mobile phone back to Cheng Ke: "What is this."

Cheng Ke glanced at it. It was a circle with a wavy line around it: "Fried egg."

"Fuck, you and Chen Qing swoop." Jiang Yuduo put the phone back in his pocket.

Chen Qing was so happy that he couldn't stop: "Just the two of you, how did you play yesterday, didn't you fight?"

"I didn't fight," Jiang Yuduo said, "I even hugged and kissed."

Cheng Ke suddenly looked up at him.

"Damn it," Chen Qing was still having fun, laughing loudly, "call me when you kiss next time, I'll call the two girls together."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look over, and looked at Cheng Ke.

Jiang Yuduo had no expression on his face, and his eyes were very calm.

It was just this glance that seemed to have no content, which made Cheng Ke feel a little uncomfortable. He seemed to feel Jiang Yuduo's indifference.

But the bet was initiated by Jiang Yuduo himself and provoked by himself.

Even if he kissed, he brought it on himself.

What's wrong with you right now?

Isn't it a person who has always been serious, polite words can be strictly enforced, and what he said is willing to admit defeat and quit doing it?

Cheng Ke raised his head and closed his eyes.

Maybe not because of the kiss, but because of the three words gay.

Chen Qing drove the car downstairs and waited. Jiang Yuduo and Cheng Ke entered the elevator together.

"I can take it for you." Cheng Ke said.

"It's okay," Jiang Yuduo said, "I just checked the house."

"Oh," Cheng Ke nodded, "you can take another picture and check it next time you check."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him: "Didn't you wake up?"

"It's been a long time since I woke up." Cheng Ke said.

"Then why are you getting up now?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"... Me?" Cheng Ke also looked at him.

"Could it be me," Jiang Yuduo said, "I haven't slept the whole night. It was yesterday that I woke up and wanted to throw it away. It's overdue."

Cheng Ke was speechless for a moment, so he could only stare at the floor numbers.

After opening the door, Cheng Ke returned the key to Jiang Yuduo: "Check it."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo entered the kitchen, and came out as soon as he entered, "You don't turn off the gas stove when you go out?"

"I closed the valve." Cheng Ke said.

"There's a good reason," Jiang Yuduo said. "Be careful. I'm afraid you'll be poisoned here."

"Natural gas is not so easy to be poisoned." Cheng Ke poured himself a glass of water.

"Then it's going to blow up?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"...Thank you." Cheng Ke sighed and sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Yuduo went into the kitchen again to turn off the switch on the stove, then took a cigarette case from his pocket, wrote a number and put it beside him: "Lucy's phone, I can find her next time without the key. , after ten o'clock in the evening, it will not work, and you will be scolded."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

After Jiang Yu took out, he fell on the sofa, feeling quite sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep.

After lying down for a while, he got up and went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

The hot water was turned on to the maximum, and he let out a long sigh of relief when Doutou rushed down.

He seldom drank so much alcohol, and even less when he lost sleep after drinking so much alcohol. Now he was leaning against the wall and felt that although his body was relaxed, his head was still heavy.

The trance of a hangover.

Just can't sleep right now.

He shook his head fiercely, pressing his forehead against the wall, irritable.

The hot water slid down the skin, wrapped in the heat, and from the first comfort, it gradually became a little short of breath.

This kind of sluggishness is not uncomfortable. On the contrary, it will make people feel inexplicable and have some associations, such as thinking of other scenes that make people short of breath.

Although Cheng Ke didn't want to think about the kiss from last night, his mind kept replaying it to him on his own.

Jiang Yuduo's fruit body.

Half fruit.

Clean and clear muscle lines.

A provocative smile on the corners of his mouth.

When he came out of the bathroom, Cheng Ke glanced at his phone, and it took almost twice as long as usual to take a shower.

In the past, it didn't take so long to do something in the bathroom. Today, after doing something in the bathroom, he stood under the nozzle and wrapped in hot water for a long time. He almost fell asleep and woke up after hitting his head against the wall. , quickly turned off the water, and opened the window a crack.

Back in the bedroom, he put the quilt and quilt over his body indiscriminately, closed his eyes and yawned.

This is the best time to take a nap.

"I'm back in the store," Chen Qing sat on the sofa, straightening his hair with his phone facing him, "Is there any hairspray?"

"I've never used that thing in my life," Jiang Yuduo looked down at the novel on his phone, "don't ask me every time, is it annoying?"

"I'll take a bottle and put it here when I'm free," Chen Qing said, "Where did you see it?"

"Memories kill," Jiang Yuduo said, "I've gone back to fucking three chapters and I haven't finished yet."

"Does he remember who killed him in his last life?" Chen Qing asked.

"No," Jiang Yuduo lit a cigarette, "I just remembered the more than one million words behind it."

"That's right," Chen Qing nodded and asked again, "Have you topped up?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"Then I'll use your number to watch it at night," Chen Qing straightened his hair and stood up, "Let's go."

"Aren't you getting paid? It's all down to reading novels." Jiang Yuduo raised his head.

"I'm starting to save money now, my wife Ben'er," Chen Qing said, "I can't talk about love without saving a little money, and my arms are thickened twice."

"Go away." Jiang Yuduo waved at him, and turned several pages on the screen, trying to finish the memory part quickly.

When he read novels, he wanted to rush forward. He was not interested in any memories that he did not recall. Even if it was related to important plots, he was not willing to read them. There were so many memories, and he remembered them so clearly.

Especially those painful memories, who the fuck is willing to go back and forth in a circle.

But seeing such content today, he was much more annoyed than usual, so annoyed that he had finished flipping through his memories and didn't want to read any more.

I don't know what's bothering me.

After being stunned for a while, he picked up the phone again, and continued to read a few chapters patiently, but he didn't even understand what he was talking about.

The pain of insomnia is here.

He got up and put on his coat and went out the door.

It is said that the temperature has dropped significantly in the past two days, and the wind outside is indeed blowing fiercely. Jiang Yuduo took out the hat stuffed in his pocket and put it on, and wandered aimlessly on the street.

When Xu Ding's phone call came, Cheng Ke was still in a dream. He had been dreaming a lot recently, and there was always a plot, and he could still remember it when he woke up.

He touched the phone: "Hello?"

"Sleeping?" Xu Ding's voice was a little noisy, and there were many people.

"Well," Cheng Ke glanced at the time, it was almost five o'clock, "are you here?"

"It's here," Xu Ding said, "but the preparations are not over yet. It should be just right for you to set off here now. You can start after having a meal."

"Okay," Cheng Ke sat up, "just eat some noodles or something, don't make it too complicated, I've lost my appetite for a while."

"Then the ramen restaurant at the door." Xu Ding said.

"I'll be there in half an hour." Cheng Ke hung up the phone and jumped out of bed.

Experts say that the nap should not exceed 40 minutes, which is probably reasonable. He slept until 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and his legs were weak when walking. When he went to the toilet, he almost knelt in front of the toilet.

When I was washing my face, my phone rang again. I took it over and looked at it. It was the alarm clock I had set before, and I had to pay the rent tomorrow.

He looked at the date on the phone, and finally another month passed, and he didn't know how it passed.

This month has been particularly boring. Except for a few meals with Xu Ding, he stayed at home and did not go out the rest of the time, and he has no memory of what he did.

I didn't think the days would be so boring before, maybe because the only wave in his peaceful life had not appeared for a long time.

Since the last time he got the key, he and Jiang Yuduo have not contacted each other again.

After all, he is not the real Cheng · mentally handicapped · Ke, and there is nothing in this room that needs to be solved by Jiang Yuduo.

And Jiang Yuduo directly gave him Lu Qian's phone number. It was impossible for him to fail to understand such embarrassing hints, and even if there was something he couldn't understand, he would not give Jiang Yuduo another easily. Called.

Thinking about it, I suddenly feel a little disappointed.

He didn't think about anything between him and Jiang Yuduo, but at least it shouldn't be in the current state. The last incident was an inexplicable kiss, embarrassing and stiff.

Xu Ding's studio changed location. After getting out of the taxi, Cheng Ke found the wrong door. After searching for a long time, he finally called Xu Ding and asked him to come out to answer it.

"Are you about to go bankrupt?" Cheng Ke followed behind Xu Ding, "How good was that single-family building before, now it's crowded with so many companies in the same building."

"There is an atmosphere here," Xu Ding said, "and the floor is high, so you can see far away."

"How far." Cheng Ke asked.

"You can always see but not see." Xu Ding said.

Cheng Ke smiled.

Xu Ding used to have a studio, which was completely separate from his company's business scope. He made all kinds of videos and organized all kinds of activities. Every time he cooperated with him, it was this studio.

Now the studio has moved to a building that looks very high-end, close to the top floor, with a large area, larger than the previous three-story building, but Cheng Ke still prefers the atmosphere in the building.

Xu Ding took him around. The style of the studio was very different from before. It used to be quiet and rural, but now it looks modern and abstract.

"It's changed a lot." Cheng Ke said.

"I like different things," Xu Ding took him to his office, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass and looked out, "one kind of life is too long and I want to change it."

"I have lived a life of one kind for more than 20 years," Cheng Ke said.

"Are you still confused?" Xu Ding turned his head and asked with a smile.

"It's okay," Cheng Ke walked to the glass, "It's okay."

"You can see... the building of your father's company." Xu Ding pointed to the distance.

"Really?" Cheng Ke looked in the direction he pointed.

In a very far place, so far away that he could hardly see it clearly, he could only see the word "Group". If it weren't for the familiar logo on the top, he really wouldn't have noticed it.

"Since the building was built, I seem to have been there twice." Cheng Ke looked over there.

"Let's eat," Xu Ding said, "I asked my assistant to buy ramen, and I should be back by now."

"Didn't you say go to eat?" Cheng Ke said.

"I took a look, the environment is not very good," Xu Ding said, "I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"I'm now..." Cheng Ke turned back and glanced at the building over there, "I'm not so particular about it anymore."

Xu Ding didn't speak, just smiled.

Cheng Ke is already familiar with the process of making a video, he just needs to determine what to draw.

This time, I took a set of landscapes. Xu Ding gave him pictures, and he showed the changes of the landscapes one by one. It doesn’t need to be the same.

In the past, he would use his own sand painting table, and he was more used to it. This time, Xu Ding helped him prepare everything.

"Okay?" Xu Ding asked.

"I'm better than my original one, mine is quite old." Cheng Ke smiled, thinking that his final destination was the sand painting platform of a garbage station, he suddenly twitched in his heart.

"If you're used to it, I'll let someone pull it over for you," Xu Ding said, "I'm afraid you won't be bothered to buy it now."

"Okay." Cheng Ke said.

This time I used colored sand, but only gray-green, a color that Cheng Ke liked very much, not too bright, not dull, calm and light.

He grabbed a handful of sand and clenched it tightly in his hand, feeling that the sand was slowly compressing and intertwining in his palm, he couldn't help closing his eyes, the feeling of the sand rubbing against his fingertips made him feel at ease. .

Sure enough, it feels better than salt.

"Let's start." He put the sand back.

Xu Ding called the camera in to adjust the camera position. Cheng Ke quickly went through the previous ideas in his mind and threw the first sand.

The fine sand, from thick to thin, was spread on the glass that glowed with a warm white light.

After laying a few layers, he gently touched the sand with his hand, and as the light appeared again, he temporarily forgot the boredom of the past two months.

The video was repeated several times. By the time the filming was over, it was past nine o'clock, and the lights flashing on the street had already formed a film.

Cheng Ke stretched as he walked out of the building, which was probably the happiest few hours he had spent in two months.

Xu Ding wanted to drive him back, but he refused. He used to go back by himself when he was done. Even if he didn't have a car to drive now, he didn't want to be any different from before.

Xu Ding didn't insist, and just sent him to the intersection where it was convenient to take a taxi: "I'll call you when I'm done."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

"The scene next month, you think about it, if there is no problem, we will discuss the details another day." Xu Ding said.

"Okay." Cheng Ke touched the cigarette case in his pocket and found that it was empty, and was suddenly a little depressed.

Xu Ding handed over a pack of cigarettes: "I'll suffocate you for a few hours."

"I've counted how many times you went out to smoke." Cheng Ke took the cigarette and went to the wall to light it.

"What happened at the scene..." Xu Ding hesitated, "don't tell anyone in advance."

"Huh? Good." Cheng Ke was stunned.

Xu Ding's words are a bit strange. They have also cooperated on the scene before, but Xu Ding has never asked him to keep it secret, and there is no need to keep it secret.

Sitting in the taxi he kept wondering why.

After driving out for more than ten minutes, he frowned suddenly, took out his mobile phone and dialed Xu Ding's number.

"What?" Xu Ding answered the phone.

"Why do you want to change your studio?" Cheng Ke asked.

"I said it," Xu Ding said, "I want to change my feelings, it turns out that I stayed there for too long."

"Okay." Cheng Ke was silent for a while and hung up the phone.

Xu Ding didn't say it, it would be meaningless for him to ask again.

Maybe it's because I think too much. After all, I didn't think about anything before, but now I suddenly think about it, it's easy to think too much.

Maybe didn't think too much.

Xu Ding was the only one of his "friends" whose relationship with him had not changed. Cheng Yi might not have noticed Xu Ding before, but if he did, there seemed to be nothing he couldn't do.

In this city, if you are not careful, there will be a certain real estate or a certain piece of land that is owned by the father's company.

He wasn't interested in these things, and he didn't want to find out, but when he thought about this level, he was still stuck in a panic.

He got off the car at the gate of the community, and he stood on the side of the road and watched the car drive away without moving.

Now I'm not sleepy or tired, and I don't have a particularly urgent desire to lie down on the bed, but I'm a little hungry after working for a few hours, and I can't hold a bowl of noodles.

When Xu Ding asked him if he wanted to eat something, he still didn't feel hungry. It was probably because of his mood. Suddenly, he was so hungry that he felt like someone took a spoon and put the last bit of food in his stomach. It was as if it had been scratched, and it was empty.

I was so hungry that I felt nauseous.

What state is this?

Cheng Ke sighed, hesitated for a few seconds, turned around and walked over to the intersection. Let's go to Starbucks to sit for a while and have some food and drinks.

In fact, he still really wants to eat barbecue, just the kind of messy small shop on the street.

I have been there two or three times in the past. They felt it was too noisy and dirty, the tables were greasy, the stools were uncomfortable, and the service was poor. After two or three times, he had diarrhea when he went home, which was worse than poisoning. spirit.

But now every time he went to the supermarket, he would pass several barbecue restaurants. In the cold night, the big cotton curtains were in one gear, and the light and heat inside had the liveliness of another world.

He really wanted to go in when he saw it, but unfortunately he couldn't even find someone to go with him.

Thinking about it this way is even more congested.

He pulled the collar, the wind was blowing so hard that the coat couldn't hold it.

The clothes on his body were all bought casually two months ago. He bought a lot at one time, and he felt that it was enough to change and wash in a week, so he didn't think about buying clothes anymore.

Yesterday, when he was photographed by Lao Beifeng with his forehead on his head, he didn't even remember that he should buy thicker winter clothes, but now he can't keep his eyes open. It's almost impossible to get out the door.

From here to Starbucks, it is not far at all, and it only takes five minutes to walk past, but if it is close, it will not take a minute to be blown through by the wind, and the next few minutes will be very difficult for him.

Stupid, can't you just call a taxi and drive over? Had to get out of the car before thinking about going to eat.

But they have reached the intersection, and now it is not close to turn around and go back.

Might as well just go back and order a takeaway.

… Hold!

Why is it so hungry at night, it's such a hassle to get here.

He frowned, followed the intersection, and turned into a small road. He remembered that when he and Jiang Yuduo went this way last time, there was a fork in the road that he could go directly through. very close.

It is estimated that it will snow at night. In this weather, there are no people on the street at this time. There is only light from the windows on both sides of the road, and it looks very lonely.

After walking for a while he saw a fork in the road.

Where did the three-way road come from?

He looked back and was sure he must have gone wrong.

He had to take out his mobile phone, open the navigation, and the navigation told him that the rightmost one was the one.

"Let's go." He whispered, holding his phone as if he was holding a compass, and followed the directions.

After walking for a short time, he realized that he seemed to have just passed the gate of Jiang Yuduo's house.

He was not a road idiot, but he got lost in the old north wind and was led by his horribly hungry stomach. When he crossed the path and walked back to the street, he was 200 meters farther than the exit he expected.

But the distance should be about the same, he can already see the Starbucks brand.

Ten o'clock on this street is the busiest time, and all kinds of bars and nightclubs are shining on the black background, but there are not many people on the road. Mixed with wine-scented laughter and music.

Cheng Ke put the phone back in his pocket.

As I walked forward, I suddenly felt someone behind me.

He looked back and saw no one.

Maybe it's unsettling to be in this darkness, isolated from the hustle and bustle.

It's also possible... A few people standing next to the two trash cans not far away can't see clearly, but can only see the light on the cigarette butts that flicker on and off in their mouths and hands.

Several people chatted happily, but the laugh was particularly unpleasant.

Squeezed his throat and let out a general laughter, listening to it, you can imagine the content of the chat.

When Cheng Ke frowned and wanted to walk across the street, he happily kicked the trash can while laughing wildly.

The trash can was not covered, and it was quite full. This man used a lot of energy. The moment the trash can was kicked down, Cheng Ke felt a piece of garbage pouring out.

Although he once fought with Jiang Yuduo over the trash can, the bucket was crushed, and he was still nauseated at this moment, but before he could walk away quickly, a box that didn't know what to put in it flew over. It fell to the ground one meter away from him, the lid of the box was smashed open, and even the soup splashed his pants.

He even felt splattered on his face in the intense nausea.

"Fuck!" Cheng Ke wiped his face and cursed.

His "fuck" voice was not high, but he was quickly responded by the other party.

"Fuck one more—" someone shouted, jumping up and kicking something that looked like a fast food box.

Such a kick would not have any power in normal times, the fast food box would be kicked to pieces directly, and then the scum inside would be scattered all over the floor.

But now it's different, there is wind now, and Cheng Ke is standing on their downwind.

He dodged the lunch box that opened his teeth and claws, but he couldn't dodge the vegetable dregs inside.

There was a burst of laughter over there.

Cheng Ke really can't understand, he just changed his life. He has been here countless times before, and even if he encounters a problem, it is always in the bar where there are people making trouble. Angry shit.

What's going on?

I felt like my chest was about to explode with the anger that suddenly ignited.

Cheng Ke walked over to a few people and stepped on the garbage.

There was a metal bar in the rubbish that looked like it had been ripped from a window, and he gave it a light kick at one end as he passed.

The metal bar bounced and circled twice in the air before he caught it.

The laughter of several people fell.

fool.

This trick was learned by Cheng Ke while bored playing in the yard. Every time the tree in the backyard was pruned, branches scattered all over the place, some thick, thin, long and short. The hard way, as long as the angle is right, he can kick any strip from the ground into the air and catch it with his hands.

When fighting, this move is useless, but the momentum is first-rate, it can bring a lot of pressure to the opponent, and create a "damn, this person seems to be very powerful" illusion, and then he can make a move.

Cheng Ke slammed a stick on the thigh of the person who kicked the snack box.

The man was stunned for about half a second, then rushed over with a roar, Cheng Ke dodged sideways, grabbed his wrist, and pressed his elbow forward.

The man immediately continued to rush out, Cheng Ke kicked his back, and the man threw himself into the garbage on the ground.

There was wind in his ear, and the distance was too close. Cheng Ke had no way to avoid it. He could only make the wrong angle and let the stick that should have hit his shoulder hit his arm. After all, there are muscles on the arm, so it is not easy. Injured bone.

It was a water pipe that smashed over.

Cheng Ke grabbed the other end of the water pipe and pulled it forward. The person behind him was pulled over by him, and he punched him on the lower back again, but with little force.

Cheng Ke grabbed his wrist and twisted it, and the man rolled from his side to the ground with a groan, kneeling on his knees and not falling down.

Cheng Ke stepped on his ribs, and the man also fell to the ground.

Cool.

Much better than fighting with Jiang Yuduo.

These people are too weak in combat, and he can make every shot accurate without deforming his movements.

When several people swung towards him at the same time, he bent over and kicked the first one who fell to the ground and just got up, and the man fell down again and let out an angry scolding.

Cheng Ke smashed the metal bar back in his hand, forcing the people around him two steps away. He didn't even look back. At this angle, he wouldn't hit his head anyway. As long as he didn't hit his head, it didn't matter.

Then he stepped on the shoulder of the second person who was about to pick up the water pipe.

He also took a few hits on his body, but he couldn't feel the pain. As long as he didn't get thrown to the ground, he stared at the first two hits.

After an unknown number of rounds of back and forth, the nose and mouth were covered with blood, and a perceptible pain finally came from the back of his head.

Fuck it so many!

Cheng Ke turned around and punched the nose of the man behind him. The man covered his nose and let out a short scream and fell to the ground.

The severe pain in the back of the head made Cheng Ke go over and kick his hand over his face again.

When he turned around again, he saw the knife.

But the person holding the knife didn't make a move until he hit the wrist and the knife fell to the ground.

Cheng Ke found that he was standing still and didn't move.

When he came back to his senses and looked at the others, they all froze while sitting, standing, or hunched over, and all looked behind him in unison.

Cheng Ke slowed down and turned his head in the direction of their eyes.

What a... coincidence.

Jiang Yuduo stood in the wind with a cigarette in his mouth and looked here silently.

"Third brother." Someone said.

"Go away." Jiang Yuduo spit out a word while biting his cigarette.

"Third brother," another person also said, "we..."

"If you say one more word, you can only climb out of this street today." Jiang Yuduo said.

Several people quickly got up and passed in front of Cheng Ke as if they were lined up one by one. Everyone glared at him and disappeared into the darkness.

After a while of silence, Jiang Yuduo took two steps in front of him and looked at him: "Why are you so crazy?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak. In the atmosphere that suddenly became deserted, the heat on his body disappeared in an instant, and the pain in the back of his head spread to his whole body.

Legs also felt pain.

Hold.

When Cheng Ke knelt forward uncontrollably, there was only one word in his mind.

What a splendid scene, after a chaotic battle, he knelt down to the boss of this piece, maybe he would kowtow again without being able to hold on.

Hold!

But this scene did not appear.

While he was going down, Jiang Yuduo had stepped forward to hold him, and the smoke in his mouth almost poked him in the face.

Cheng Ke tilted his head to avoid the cigarette butt, shook his head and stood firm.

Jiang Yuduo let go of him, glanced at his hand, and then reached out and wiped his clothes twice.

Cheng Ke looked down inexplicably and said, "Why?"

The clothes were black, so I couldn't tell what Jiang Yuduo had put on it.

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, he reached out and shook his hand in front of him.

There is blood in the palm.

"Are you injured?" Cheng Ke was startled, he couldn't understand how Jiang Yuduo was injured.

"This fucking is your blood," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "Idiot!"

"...Ah," Cheng Ke was stunned for a while, and touched the back of his neck with his backhand. Sure enough, there was blood all over his fingers. He was shocked, "Fuck me."

Jiang Yuduo pinched the cigarette on the lid of the trash can next to him, and walked over the path where he came over: "Go."

"Where to go?" Cheng Ke asked.

"My house," Jiang Yu recaptured his head, "if you don't go, take a taxi to the hospital by yourself. See if there is a taxi here willing to take you."

Cheng Ke followed silently.

Jiang Yuduo's house was still as it was, and even the quilt and pillows he had covered when he came back were not put away, but were placed on the chair.

Cheng Ke took off his coat and sat on the chair by the table.

The room was warm, the chill on his body quickly receded, the frozen body began to regain consciousness, and the pain followed.

It hurts everywhere, like a flower exploded.

"The shirt is off." Jiang Yuduo took out the medicine box and put it on the table.

Cheng Ke knew this medicine box, and it was this one that was put there before.

Cheng Ke hesitated and took off his shirt. He wanted to throw it on the sofa, but at a glance, he found that there was blood all over his neckline, so he threw the clothes on the ground next to him.

Jiang Yuduo went over to pick up the clothes and put them on the sofa.

"It got dirty for a while." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm not as particular as you are," Jiang Yuduo opened the medicine box and took out the alcohol, "clean it up first, I can't see where the wound is now."

Cheng Ke looked at the bottle of alcohol. It shouldn't be the last bottle. The last bottle was taken by Jiang Yu and poured over half of the bottle like watering flowers...

Thinking of Jiang Yuduo's style of dealing with wounds, Cheng Ke immediately became a little nervous: "Why don't I do it myself."

"Coward?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "Isn't it arrogant when you do it?"

"Fuck it anyway." Cheng Ke felt that the back of his head was going numb, and he didn't bother to argue with Jiang Yuduo anymore, and propped his elbows on the table.

As soon as he held it up, his elbow was tingling for a while. He quickly raised his hand and looked at it. There was a deep hole, but it wasn't very long.

Jiang Yuduo poked his finger on the back of his head and pressed down: "Bow your head."

"Just here? Don't you want to go to the toilet?" Cheng Ke asked. "It'll be bloody for a while."

"Do what I tell you to do!" Jiang Yuduo roared, "Do you have to put some flower petals in the hot water for you!"

Cheng Ke closed his mouth, leaned directly on the table, closed his eyes by the way, gritted his teeth and waited for the moment the alcohol was poured on.

It's really strange that people are not afraid of getting hurt when they fight, they can endure the pain even if they are hurt, they can't even feel the pain, but this little pain when dealing with the wound can make people nervous.

Maybe it was because I knew in advance that it was going to hurt.

Sudden pain is not pain.

Jiang Yuduo didn't pour alcohol directly on his head, but took apart a large bag of cotton wool, tore it in half, and rolled it up. It looked bigger than a big steamed bun.

Then after pouring some alcohol, Jiang Yuduo wiped the back of his neck with the cotton pad.

"This is half of the time. Is there any more to deal with the wound in a while?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, and slapped him on the back.

Because he was naked, this slap made a crisp sound, and the room could be echoed no matter how big it was.

Cheng Ke suppressed the anger that almost rose again, gritted his teeth and didn't speak or move.

Jiang Yuduo wiped his neck and shoulders, and then slowly poured some alcohol into the hair on the back of his head: "Is it here?"

"No, let's go a little more," Cheng Ke said, "I feel the pain on the top."

Jiang Yuduo put down his things and went into the bedroom, took out a desk lamp, turned it on the back of his head, and tugged at his hair twice: "I see."

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"It's not deep, it's okay, there's not too much bleeding now, but the injury is going to be on my head, and it probably won't stop for two days," Jiang Yuduo said, "I have to... find a pair of scissors."

"Why?" Cheng Ke was startled and raised his head.

"Cut off your hair, how about washing it?" Jiang Yuduo rummaged through the medicine cabinet and took out a handful of pink, small, round-headed, round-brained children's hand-cuts.

Cheng Ke didn't want to be cut into alopecia areata, and even more unwilling to be cut into alopecia areata by such scissors, he pressed down the scissors in Jiang Yuduo's hand: "No."

"No, no?" Jiang Yuduo asked, "If you go to the hospital, the doctor will shave this piece for you directly."

"I'm not going to the hospital." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo was silent.

"I have a live performance next month," Cheng Ke sighed, "I can't go with a bald head in a few days?"

Jiang Yuduo was silent for a while before speaking: "Are you relying on this to eat now?"

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"...Okay," Jiang Yuduo put down the scissors, "wash it slowly."

"Thank you." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo should be a skilled worker in dealing with wounds. Cheng Ke was lying on the table, and he could feel him pinching his hair a little bit, and then using a small cotton ball to point it up, the movements were very light, except for the stinging pain when alcohol touched the wound. , no other poke pain when touched.

Cheng Ke didn't know why when he dealt with his wounds, he had the effect of wind and clouds.

I don't know how long it took for this little injury on the back of the head. After the alcohol sting, the wound became numb, it didn't hurt, and I didn't feel anything, only the slight itching when my hair was tugged.

Cheng Ke was lying on the table inexplicably with a massage-like comfort. The heating in the living room should have been repaired. It was hot now, and he began to feel sleepy.

Comfortable to fall asleep.

Probably got a concussion.

Jiang Yuduo has dealt with many wounds, his own, others', and his little brothers who came to him with some injuries, and he would bandage them up.

But among so many people, he fell asleep and snored when he first encountered the wound treatment.

He has been hunched over here for almost half an hour, his waist is sore, and Cheng Ke actually fell asleep on the table! At first he thought that snoring was from Meow, but when he turned his head, he saw Meow sitting on the sofa and looking at him.

Only then did he confirm that Cheng Ke not only fell asleep, but also slept soundly.

This is going to change Chen Qing, and he can throw it outside to freeze without a drape.

But he was a little reluctant to deal with Cheng Ke.

Compared with these people who have been on the street since childhood, the former eldest young master in front of him is probably much more bitter in his heart. Many things they are accustomed to, must be regarded as major setbacks for Cheng Ke.

And it was obvious that he was a little embarrassed.

Therefore, although Jiang Yuduo was a little uncomfortable with the fact that he liked men, he still helped him just now.

If he wanted to change to another homosexual, he would definitely squat across the street and light a cigarette to watch the fun.

After the wound was cleaned, Jiang Yuduo first taped Cheng Ke's hair to both sides with tape to expose the wound, and then covered it with gauze.

When putting on the gauze, Cheng Ke snorted, as if to wake up, he stopped his hand, waited for a while, and found that the man just snorted.

It wasn't until he pulled out Cheng Ke's arm to see the injury on his arm that Cheng Ke jumped up on the table and sat up straight.

After they stared at each other for a few seconds, Cheng Ke asked, "Did I fall asleep?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo nodded.

"Sorry, I just feel very sleepy," Cheng Ke rubbed his face, "I don't even know when I fell asleep... Are you packed?"

"Okay," Jiang Yuduo said, "you go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine, there are those that can speed up the healing of wounds, just apply it yourself."

"Oh." Cheng Ke hesitated and nodded, "I'll try."

"Isn't there a gas station when you came here," Jiang Yuduo said, "there is a clinic behind it, if you can't figure it out, you can go there and let someone paint it for you."

"Okay." Cheng Ke let out a sigh of relief, then moved his arm, "I will hurt myself."

Jiang Yuduo pushed the medicine box in front of him.

I have to say that if Cheng Ke's movement fluency when playing sand painting is level 10, then he estimates that it is minus infinity level when he treats his wounds.

Don't be embarrassed, Jiang Yuduo wanted to rush up and slap him several times because of his actions.

"If you can't watch it anymore," Cheng Ke sighed, "you can play something else for a while."

Jiang Yuduo took out his mobile phone, but before he could hold it steady, a call came in.

"Who?" He answered the phone.

The wound on Cheng Ke's arm was on the outside, and he had to put his arm on the table and then don't turn around, as if hugging himself and wiping the wound with cotton wool.

Wipe very carefully.

He doesn't want to be around when he answers the phone, and he doesn't want to be around when others answer the phone.

But Jiang Yuduo didn't seem to be as particular as he was, and still leaned on the sofa: "How many? Oh... I know who they are looking for... Don't worry, you can just avoid it... "

Jiang Yuduo stood up after hanging up the phone, walked to the table, and grabbed his wrist.

Before Cheng Ke could react, he had already picked up the alcohol bottle, pulled his arm and poured it over the wound, and then pulled a piece of cotton wool along the wound.

Before I could feel the pain, the blood on the wound had already been wiped off.

Then Jiang Yuduo pressed another piece of gauze up, and after putting it on, he said, "You stay here first."

"Huh?" Cheng Ke was stunned.

"Those few asked their boss to find you on the street." Jiang Yuduo packed the medicine box, lit a cigarette and lay down on the sofa.

"...I thought those were your people." Cheng Ke said.

"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I don't even know them."

"Then they will run when they see you." Cheng Ke moved his neck, it was okay, a little sour.

"Yeah, they ran away when they saw me, but it wasn't me who ran away when I saw them," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "Go to the hospital tomorrow to take a film, how can you smash a stick and smash you into Chen Chen? Are you celebrating?"

Cheng Ke sighed.

"They won't be around for long, it's such a cold day." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Well," Cheng Ke leaned back on the chair, "I thought you were the boss in this piece, what else?"

"No matter which one," Jiang Yuduo said, "if you go out and say that you are the boss, who cares about you is not an excellent citizen selection."

"Then you boss," Cheng Ke looked at him, "is it Chen Qing who called out for you?"

Jiang Yuduo frowned and stared at him, then looked at the phone without making a sound.

It took five seconds for Cheng Ke to react. According to what he had seen before, Jiang Yuduo should be referring to the boss of the other party. He suddenly felt a sense of tragic and solemn possession by Chen Qing.

After sitting for a while, Cheng Ke's hunger returned to his stomach. He took out his mobile phone, hesitated, looked at Jiang Yuduo and asked, "Are you eating?"

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Yuduo stared at the phone without looking up.

"I'm very hungry, can I order a takeaway?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Yuduo raised his head.

"...Barbecue," Cheng Ke shook his phone, "I think it's in the takeout."

"Which one?" Jiang Yuduo asked again.

"Let's see," Cheng Ke clicked on his phone and checked, "Luo Fatty BBQ."

"I haven't heard of it, it's not delicious," Jiang Yuduo snorted, "Don't eat it."

Cheng Ke looked at him, waiting for him to tell me which one was delicious, but Jiang Yuduo stopped talking and continued to stare at the phone again.

Cheng Ke had to search back and forth on his mobile phone again: "Dahe BBQ? The best BBQ? Chenjiatun BBQ...Is this what Chen Qing opened at his house..."

"Hey!" Jiang Yuduo sighed hard and threw his phone aside, "Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

"Barbecue." Cheng Ke said.

"I know!" Jiang Yuduo kicked the chair, "What to burn! What to bake!"

Cheng Ke was silent, and now he realized that he wanted to eat barbecue for a long time, but he didn't have a specific food, and he didn't have any memory of the taste.

To be precise, he probably just wanted to be in the lively environment of a barbecue restaurant, and didn't care about the specific content of the barbecue...

"I don't know." Cheng Ke sighed, and he couldn't explain it to Jiang Yuduo, feeling that Jiang Yuduo might jump up and deaf his ears in the next second.

But Jiang Yuduo didn't jump or roar. After staring at him for a long time, he picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

"Bring me some barbecue," he frowned. "Anything will do, ten skewers of the same, vegetables, leeks, broccoli, eggplant... I don't need the wine, I have it here."

After hanging up the phone, the room returned to silence.

Cheng Ke didn't know if he needed to say thank you. Every time he was with Jiang Yuduo, he felt dizzy and hesitant, except for drinking that day...

"Let's play for a while." Jiang Yuduo suddenly stood up, dragged a chair and sat beside the table, took a bag from under the coffee table, and dumped it on the table.

"Playing... what?" Cheng Ke looked at the table of salt in shock.

"I guess you draw it." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Let's play?" Cheng Ke asked, "then guess it's a little too easy for me to draw?"

"Play or not?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Okay, how to play?" Cheng Ke sighed.

Jiang Yuduo took an hourglass and put it on the table, and then took his own mobile phone: "The hourglass is thirty seconds, from the beginning to draw the time, you can find a novel or the like, in order, the noun you encounter will be painting."

"Okay." Cheng Ke nodded, took his phone, found a novel website, opened it, and poked one at random.

"Let me draw first, guess what?" Jiang Yuduo looked at his phone.

"Okay." Cheng Ke nodded and smoothed the salt on the table.

"Come on," Jiang Yuduo put down the hourglass upside down, and began to draw on the salt with his fingers, "one word."

Cheng Ke stared at his hand, first drew a square, and then drew four vertical lines on the four corners of the square.

"Bed." Cheng Ke said.

"By the way," Jiang Yuduo nodded, got up and took a bag of cat food and put it aside, took a grain of it and put it in Cheng Ke's hand, "Now you draw."

Cheng Ke looked at his phone.

It's an early morning, and the third lady is sitting in front of the mirror...

"Two words." He turned the hourglass upside down, rubbed a handful of salt on it, and began to paint the mirror.

First an ellipse.

"Egg." Jiang Yuduo said, "egg duck egg goose egg."

"No." Cheng Ke continued to draw. In order to make it easier for Jiang Yuduo to understand, he decided to draw a simple little girl's dressing mirror, the one that can be turned around on the table. It should be obvious at a glance. .

He drew a vertical line on one side of the ellipse.

"Balloon." Jiang Yuduo said.

He drew another line on the other side.

"Ice cream." Jiang Yuduo said.

He drew another plinth underneath.

"The globe." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Two words." He reminded.

"Ball." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...Is there such a thing?" Cheng Ke was a little helpless, and hurriedly began to draw a Q-version villain next to him, combing his hair in front of the mirror.

After drawing a few strokes, Jiang Yuduo slapped the table: "Makeup!"

"Makeup is a fucking verb." Cheng Ke glanced at the hourglass, which was about to leak.

"Look in the mirror!" Jiang Yuduo patted the table again.

Originally there was still a tiny bit of hourglass, but he slapped it away.

"Mirror!" he shouted again.

"Timeout." Cheng Ke said.

"No," Jiang Yuduo took a cat food and put it in front of him, "it's my turn."

"Okay." Cheng Ke clapped the salt on his hand.

Jiang Yuduo glanced at his phone, clicked his tongue, and drew two circles on the salt with his finger: "Two words."

"Glasses." Cheng Ke said.

"No." Jiang Yuduo drew two more strokes.

Cheng Ke looked more like glasses: "Sunglasses, blindfolds."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him and carefully poked a bow in the middle of the two circles.

"... bra?" Cheng Ke was speechless.

"Fuck, you can," Jiang Yuduo said, "I thought you couldn't guess this."

Cheng Ke took the phone and glanced at the earrings.

"It's two words," he quickly drew a circle, and then drew two small semicircles on both sides of the circle, "two words."

"Candied gourd," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "how can you draw so much worse than your sand painting level?"

"In order to match your level," Cheng Ke added two small circles on the semicircle, and then drew an arrow to point to the two small circles, "Two words!"

"Earrings!" Jiang Yuduo shouted violently.

Meow jumped up from the sofa in fright and fled into the bedroom, and Cheng Ke was also a little too beaten up by his roar.

"Right." He took a cat food and put it in Jiang Yuduo's hand.

Next, Jiang Yuduo drew a trapezoid similar to a triangle, and then added another one on the long side. To be honest, this thing is a bit abstract, but Cheng Ke can still guess what it is when combined with the previous bra.

"Underpants," he said.

"Four words." Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"… briefs?" he tried to answer.

"Damn," Jiang Yuduo nodded, "that's right."

The third lady on Cheng Ke's side has been sitting in front of the mirror and tossing. The earring is finished with a necklace, but because it is a pearl necklace, Cheng Ke drew a shell to remind him, but he pointed to the shell and called a butterfly, so he didn't guess right.

"What kind of novel did you order?" Jiang Yuduo sighed, "Is it a goddamn clothing matching guide... It's up to me."

"Draw it." Cheng Ke nodded.

Jiang Yuduo glanced at the phone and seemed stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo bit his lip and drew two circles.

"Bra." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo clicked his tongue and drew another mushroom standing up in the middle of the two circles.

Cheng Ke was stunned when he glanced at it, and after a long time he said, "Are you looking at Xiao Huangwen?"

"Whatever," Jiang Yuduo pointed at the painting, "two words!"

Cheng Ke had already guessed what it was, but he couldn't say it.

"The vulgar words." Jiang Yuduo added another sentence.

"...Fuck," Cheng Ke sighed, "admit defeat."

Jiang Yuduo flipped through his phone again: "This chapter is too damn yellow... Let's make up the number of words, so much writing."

"Change another one," Cheng Ke said, "what are you looking at?"

"Xiu Xian," Jiang Yuduo said, looking at him after thinking for a while, but he didn't stop in the end, "Hey, Cheng Ke, I ask you."

"Well." Cheng Ke reached out and erased the picture on the table.

"Do you usually read those things?" Jiang Yuduo asked in a low voice, "Just like... a little yellow book of sex?"

"Don't look," Cheng Ke narrowed his eyes, "I look at the little pornography."