Cheng Ke has met a lot of curious babies like Jiang Yuduo. On the one hand, he thinks you are a pervert, and on the other hand, he can't help but want to explore the perverted life.
Does Jiang Yuduo think he is a pervert? This is uncertain, but curiosity is certain. No matter how he is the boss, he is only a child in his early twenties.
Cheng Ke doesn't mind these kinds of questions too much. As long as there is no obvious malice, he will always answer directly, especially like Jiang Yuduo, whose expression is quite straightforward, and he will not hide it.
"Ah." Jiang Yuduo looked at him, nodded, and whispered incredulously, "What about this?"
"Is it weird?" Cheng Ke also lowered his voice.
"...Actually, it's not surprising," Jiang Yuduo thought about it and waved his hand, "Stop talking about this, let's play."
"Farewell," Cheng Ke glanced at his phone, "Your novel, according to this development, I should not be able to answer the rest."
Jiang Yuduo took the phone and glanced at it again: "Damn, I'm not too embarrassed to draw."
Just as Cheng Ke was about to speak, Jiang Yuduo raised his index finger at him and turned his head towards the window.
There were footsteps outside the door, Jiang Yuduo could hear it clearly, but soon he heard the sound of plastic bags rustling in the footsteps.
"It should have been the barbecue." He stood up, walked behind the door, and looked out from the cat's eye.
"It's pretty fast," Cheng Ke said, "I thought it would take a while."
"I'm familiar with the boss, and he will make everything I order first." Jiang Yuduo saw the owner of the barbecue shop walk into the area of Maoyan, and then the door was knocked.
He opened the door and immediately smelled the strong aroma of barbecue.
"I've baked a little of everything, and you can call me if it's not enough," the boss handed the bag over. "There is also a bottle of wine that I brewed myself. I told you last time, you can try it."
"Okay," Jiang Yuduo took the bag, "Keep the bill for me together, no discount."
The boss smiled: "Okay, you can eat."
Jiang Yuduo closed the door, looked out from the cat's eye again, and shook the bag in front of Cheng Ke: "Do you smell it? This kind of barbecue is fragrant."
Cheng Ke couldn't judge whether the barbecue was delicious or not based on the scent, but it was really fragrant. The faint burnt smell was wrapped in the fragrance of cumin. Before Jiang Yuduo brought the bag over, he had already smelled it, and he immediately smelled it. The stomach was full of hunger.
Jiang Yuduo took the bag and was about to put it on the table.
"Hey, hey," Cheng Ke hurriedly stopped him, "there's a table of salt!"
"I didn't let you eat it with salt again," Jiang Yuduo pulled his hand away and put the bag on the table, "Hurry up, it's still hot now, and it won't be fragrant when it's cold."
Cheng Ke is not a person who is too particular, especially in the current life, he is less particular than before. He can accept quilts and quilts, but compared with Jiang Yuduo, on the avenue of indifference, He still has a clear gap.
"The salt is sticking to the bag." He sighed.
Jiang Yuduo opened the bag and rolled it up: "You fucking don't eat the bag, where do you come from so much attention, hurry up and eat!"
"Okay." Cheng Ke said.
The variety of barbecue is very complete. Except for all kinds of meat skewers, Cheng Ke can recognize it as meat, but he can't see anything else. He just took a bunch of them and took a bite.
"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked immediately, the anticipation in his eyes as if he had baked it out.
"Delicious," Cheng Ke nodded, "it's delicious, what is this?"
"Hoof tendons," Jiang Yuduo took a chicken wing, "don't you know this?"
"I've never eaten it," Cheng Ke nibbled off the string, and picked up a string that he knew. It should be mutton. "I've eaten it two or three times before. All I eat are ordinary meat, pigs, cattle and sheep."
Jiang Yuduo stopped and glanced at him: "Have you been in prison before?"
"...No." Cheng Ke didn't know what to say and sighed.
"Where did you eat those two or three barbecues?" Jiang Yuduo asked, "a five-star hotel?"
"Street stall." Cheng Ke said.
"Wow," Jiang Yuduo said with exaggerated shock, "Have you ever eaten at a roadside stall?"
"Fuck off," Cheng Ke finished eating the mutton, and then took a bite of something he didn't know, "crispy, this one is delicious too."
"Crispy bones," Jiang Yuduo said, "there are roasted vegetables in that bag, have you ever eaten it? Try it?"
"No," Cheng Ke took a bunch of broccoli, "I have roasted all the moisture, can it still be delicious?"
"Yes," Jiang Yuduo said, "do you have a drink? The boss sent wine, but it's self-brewed. I don't know if you're used to it."
"Okay." Cheng Ke said.
Jiang Yuduo still took two bowls and poured the wine from the boss.
The barbecue restaurant has been open for many years, and Jiang Yuduo has known the boss for many years.
However, Lucy said that when he was young, there were no such bars and nightclubs, and when he was not as young as Building 1234, he was also the boss of the poor people.
Strange, Jiang Yuduo glanced at Cheng Ke.
As for the so-called bosses on the street, the ones who can frighten each and every one of them are nothing more than people just like themselves. When they meet people like Cheng Ke, even if they are too rubbish and get kicked out. Most of the eldest members of the family are also scrapped together.
Cheng Ke was probably really hungry, or he ate too little barbecue, so he devoured a little bit of wine, one mouthful of meat.
"This wine," Cheng Ke paused and took a sip, "it's really hard to drink."
Jiang Yuduo smiled: "Then you drink so hard."
"The meat is too greasy, it's too greasy," Cheng Ke drank the remaining wine in the bowl, "please pour me some water."
When Jiang Yuduo was about to stand up to pick up the bowl, Cheng Ke himself stood up, took the bowl and went to the water dispenser to pick up a bowl of water while wiping his hands with a tissue.
"I'm used to it." He drank half a bowl of water and filled it up again. After returning to the table and sitting down, he suddenly sighed, "Come on, are you full?"
"Nonsense, with such a big bowl, half a bowl of water is filled with empty space to eat." Jiang Yuduo said.
"... I ate quite a lot," Cheng Ke touched the back of his head, "Will it not affect the healing of the wound?"
"I've never worried about this," Jiang Yuduo said with disdain, "do you see any of my wounds that haven't healed?"
"I mean influence, not healing," Cheng Ke put down the sign in his hand and looked at him, "Are all those injuries on your body the spoils of your fight?"
Jiang Yuduo did not speak.
He has many wounds on his body, big and small, he has not counted them himself, and those who can no longer find traces are even more innumerable.
But no one would ask Cheng Ke like this, his little brothers, those opponents, all of them tacitly agreed that these scars were caused by fights, after all, this is how he has lived since the day he arrived here.
Cheng Ke asked this question.
Jiang Yuduo narrowed his eyes. Every time he wanted to fully trust Cheng Ke, Cheng Ke would have one or two details that made him care.
When Cheng Ke walked past his door today, he was standing behind the curtain, and the person who followed him from Building 3 had just left five minutes ago.
No matter where Cheng Ke took a shortcut to go to that street, he didn't need to pass through his door.
Before the few people kicked over the trash can, Cheng Ke had stopped, maybe he had found him following.
Next is the fight.
But now, Cheng Ke asked such a question again, as if to imply, I know that your injuries are not all caused by fighting.
Jiang Yuduo doesn't want to doubt Cheng Ke, Cheng Ke is really...not like a threatening person. When he was with Cheng Ke, if he didn't deliberately consider all kinds of coincidences, he couldn't remember to beware of this person at all. .
"The minor injury is." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke couldn't help but glanced at his chest, the small wounds were, those on the back and chest could not be regarded as small wounds. If the wounds didn't come from a fight, how could they have come from
"Have you ever been in a car accident?" Cheng Ke asked.
Jiang Yuduo looked at him. After a while, he suddenly laughed. After a long while, he picked up the bowl and took a sip of wine: "Come on."
"Forget it," Cheng Ke said, "don't ask."
"Don't you know?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"...Where do I know where to go?" Cheng Ke said.
"You can guess." Jiang Yuduo picked up the corner of his mouth.
This should be regarded as a smile, but Cheng Ke could not feel any information related to "laugh" in this smile.
Since the day he met Jiang Yuduo, Jiang Yuduo has been like this. He really can't figure out why. He has never dealt with people like Jiang Yuduo. He doesn't know if such people are so moody and take every stranger as a threat.
"What do I guess?" Cheng Ke frowned, and some of them played the salt grains that played off the clothes. "I guess you were hit by the car and were stunned by someone. Just being abused…”
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Yuduo suddenly kicked the table and stood up. The empty bowl was smashed on the table and then fell to the ground. It was as cold as it was about to fly out of an ice blade.
"Fuck, you're in the end!" Cheng Ke was also on fire, since he was a child, except for his family, he had never suffered such inexplicable anger, throwing bowls and kicking the table.
He also wanted to stand up, no matter if there were any fake bosses looking for him outside with fake followers, he wanted to leave now.
Play what the fuck you draw I guess, eat what the fuck barbecue, drink what the fuck!
But he couldn't stand up dashingly.
Jiang Yuduo kicked the table so hard that the table hit him and caught him between the table and the chair.
"Fuck!" he cursed.
Jiang Yuduo looked at him, stretched out his hand and pulled the edge of the table, and the table was pulled open.
Cheng Ke stood up dashingly, took the chair and threw it aside, took the coat from the sofa, opened the door and walked out.
"Cheng Ke!" Jiang Yuduo called to him from behind.
"Don't call your father! I'll tell you again, I'm your son!" Cheng Ke roared and walked out of the corridor without looking back.
The phone vibrated twice.
He took it out and took a look.
Event reminder a second time.
Pay rent.
"Your uncle!" Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, so angry that the wound on the back of his head hurt.
It was already very cold outside, the north wind was blowing fast, two gusts of wind blew past, and his whole head was numb, so he quickly put on the hat of his coat.
As soon as he raised his hand, a large pile of white fluff fluttered in front of his eyes. He watched it for a long time, until the fluff disappeared into the night, and then he reacted and glanced at the sleeve of his coat.
What the hell is this quality!
Crap!
Where the arm was injured, the sleeve was torn from the outside to the inside, and it looked like a hole that had been rubbed on the ground for ten minutes.
In just two seconds, another pile of fluff floated out.
He pinched his sleeves, the down in this section was gone, and there were only two thick cloths left.
Cheng Ke couldn't describe his mood at the moment. He didn't know why he was so angry. In the cold wind, he could smell the cumin smell of his anger.
I just feel that Jiang Yuduo's rough attitude just now turned all his goodwill and goodwill towards this person into embarrassment and self-love.
Makes him feel very much like a stray dog wagging its tail desperately at everyone because of the broken cardboard box on the street corner.
He has always been regarded as trash by his family. He once thought that he was probably a person with little self-esteem in some aspects, as long as he could live as he wanted.
Now it seems that his understanding of himself is not very comprehensive.
All his irritability and anger were now directed at this clothes that had not fallen to the ground and was rubbed, but had a friction hole.
He took off his coat and threw it hard on the ground.
Fuck you!
Just as Cheng Ke took two steps forward, he heard a sound behind him, wrapped in the wind, he heard the sound a bit like footsteps, and a bit like a stone rolling on the ground.
Thinking that there are still people looking for revenge on the street at this moment, he quickly turned his head.
There was no one behind him, but he saw Jiang Yuduo who rushed out of the house at some point and was running across the street.
Cheng Ke was stunned. He originally thought that if he saw Jiang Yuduo now, it was only possible that Jiang Yuduo came out to fight him, but Jiang Yuduo is now rushing towards the opposite street.
What happened
Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little chill.
"Go back!" Jiang Yuduo pointed at him suddenly, "Don't come out!"
"What?" Cheng Ke was instantly confused.
There was another footstep behind him. This time he heard it very clearly. He quickly turned around and saw a few people rushing over, but he knew the first one.
It's Dabin.
"Third brother!" Dabin shouted.
"Stay here!" Jiang Yuduo roared and rushed into the channel diagonally opposite.
Da Bin hesitated for a while, but didn't stop, but he slowed down, and several people who followed him looked at the passage.
"What's the matter?" Cheng Ke was a little confused, "Why are you here?"
"It might be those people just now," Dabin said. "Third brother let us watch around a little bit, for fear of being stared at when you leave."
Cheng Ke stared at him and said nothing.
"We saw the two just now," Dabin pointed to the back, "just the third brother called and asked us to come and see you..."
Cheng Ke didn't wait for him to finish speaking, then turned around and ran towards the opposite passage.
"Brother Ke! The third brother won't let you go!" Da Bin shouted anxiously behind him, "I'll let you go back!"
"He'll let you eat shit for a while!" Cheng Ke ignored him and ran across the street, "You're so obedient, eat one and show me!"
I have to say that Jiang Yuduo's prestige in front of these younger brothers is indeed quite high. In the cold weather, let him patrol the streets, let him give it away, and let him stay.
Da Bin's group had already run to the entrance, but because Jiang Yuduo said a word, they just didn't dare to come in.
Cheng Ke rushed into the passage and saw no one.
This passage is a small road before the two buildings. It is very narrow and can only pass people and electric vehicles. It is estimated that it will be difficult to live on three wheels, and there is no way to hide people on both sides.
"Jiang Yuduo!" Cheng Ke shouted.
No one answered.
"The third child!" Cheng Ke stepped forward quickly and shouted again, thinking about it and worrying that calling the third child would make Jiang Yuduo the eldest lose face, so he added, "third brother!"
There was still no answer, and no movement was heard.
Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little scared.
A few steps forward, the passage ends. There is another small road there. There are street lights, but they are not too bright. From here, there is no one on the small road.
But over the corner...
Cheng Ke saw a shadow on the ground at the end of the passage shaking.
"Jiang Yuduo!" He shouted subconsciously, wanting to take something out of his pocket as a weapon.
After digging twice, I remembered that there is no jacket, where is the pocket.
The owner of the shadow turned from the corner: "Who the hell made you come here!"
It was Jiang Yuduo.
Cheng Ke heaved a sigh of relief.
A bunch of messy footsteps came from behind, and Da Bin's voice: "Third brother! Are you alright!"
"I'll clean up you tomorrow." Jiang Yuduo pointed at him.
Dabin was silent.
"Hurry up," Jiang Yuduo said, "it's all right, go back to sleep."
"Two of them are still here," another little brother opened his mouth carefully, "How about some of us..."
"If you want to go back, go back," Jiang Yuduo interrupted him impatiently, "I asked you to stare, just stare, stare, understand? Look! Don't move! Who the hell told you to fight? ?"
"Three..." The man wanted to say something, but Dabin patted it.
"Then we'll go back, third brother." Dabin said.
"Go back." Jiang Yuduo waved his hand.
Dabin took a few people away.
Cheng Ke followed Jiang Yuduo back to the door of his house from the passage. Some people poked their heads out of several windows in the middle to look, and some people whispered.
"Aren't you cold?" Jiang Yuduo turned around and asked.
"What..." When Cheng Ke opened his mouth, he realized that his teeth were knocking up and down a bit lively.
He hurriedly wanted to go and pick up his coat, but after taking two steps, he found that the place where he had thrown the clothes was empty, not even a single hair.
"Where's my clothes?" He was shocked.
"I was picked up by someone," Jiang Yuduo said, "so good clothes, don't say that everyone walks away, someone will come to pick them up if you stand in front of them."
"What a shit," Cheng Ke got angry when he thought of the hole, "a big hole was broken."
"Just make up for it," Jiang Yuduo said. "Don't think that the people living in this area are not poor people because you used to be a sensual dog in bars and nightclubs on the street."
Cheng Ke didn't speak, and he couldn't utter a word. He felt that his teeth were almost frozen, and he couldn't make a sound.
He admired Jiang Yuduo's ability to carry the cold very much. He was wearing at least a thin wool sweater, and Jiang Yuduo was wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt.
He was able to walk with his head held high and his neck not even shrunk.
"Let's go, go back to my place first." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke followed closely behind him in silence. A gust of wind blew over while crossing the street. He almost wanted to push Jiang Yuduo twice, but he walked too slowly.
After entering the room, he was stunned for two minutes before he recovered a little.
"Is there anything valuable in your clothes?" Jiang Yu grabbed a bowl of wine and handed it to him.
"No," Cheng Ke touched the phone in his trouser pocket, "I only have a phone and a pack of cigarettes on me, nothing else."
Jiang Yuduo nodded, took a piece of beef and just took a bite, then suddenly turned his head: "Just the phone and cigarettes? You don't have the fucking key?"
"I got it!" Cheng Ke was shocked, and quickly slapped his trousers pocket a few times, but he didn't touch anything, so he reached out and took it out twice, it was empty.
"Where is it?" Jiang Yuduo quickly took out his phone and glanced at the time, "It's fucking 12 o'clock! Where can I get you the keys!"
"I really got the key," Cheng Ke felt very weak, and sat down on the chair. "The key is in his coat pocket."
"I'll give you a key chain for you to hang around your neck in a while," Jiang Yuduo walked over to the door, "or you can make a report tomorrow and apply for a new fingerprint lock."
"Where are you going?" Cheng Ke asked.
"Find the keys for you." Jiang Yuduo said, "I'll go and get the clothes, but let me know first, if the clothes won't come back, you can help the poor."
"Well." Cheng Ke sighed.
When Jiang Yuduo passed by him, a flash of red suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.
"You..." Cheng Ke turned his head and grabbed Jiang Yuduo's hand, "Where is the injury?"
On the back of Jiang Yuduo's hand, there was a smudge of blood that had not yet dried out from the cuff.
"Scratch it." Jiang Yuduo pulled out his hand.
"Forget about the keys," Cheng Ke stood up and looked him up and down, "Where is the injury?"
"Hey," Jiang Yuduo fished up his sleeve, revealing a wound on his forearm, "That's it, it looks scary."
Cheng Ke glanced at the wound and felt that it was not a knife wound. The edge of the breach was very uneven, as if it had been forcibly drawn by something that was not sharp at all.
I don't know what this "scratch" is.
"At least stop the bleeding first," Cheng Ke said. "If you just go out like this, someone won't dare to make a sound even if they pick up the key."
"It's so annoying." Jiang Yuduo frowned and turned into the kitchen, turning on the faucet and rushing towards the wound.
Cheng Ke was very speechless, but he really didn't want to talk anymore, and he felt like an old mother if he said one more sentence.
The sound of water in the kitchen did not stop for a long time, Cheng Ke turned his head and glanced over there.
Jiang Yuduo was still standing in front of the pool, stretching his arms under the faucet, Cheng Ke couldn't see his face, but he could see that his arms were shaking very badly.