Cheng Ke originally thought about asking Jiang Yuduo what was going on with that "them" today, but after hearing Jiang Yuduo's where you are and I am, he didn't care about asking anything.
"Can you explain this to me?" He looked at Jiang Yuduo.
"It literally means," Jiang Yuduo walked to the window and looked out, "Chen Qing is here."
Cheng Ke didn't care whether Chen Qing came or not, and he didn't want to eat that breakfast. He stood beside the table in a daze. He wasn't particularly awake when he woke up in the morning, and he didn't get enough sleep last night. At this moment, his brain couldn't digest Jiang Yuduo. if.
Jiang Yuduo went over to open the door, and Chen Qing walked in early.
"You can throw the key away," he put the breakfast on the table, "so disgusting people."
"He's going to change his fingerprint lock." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Fingerprint lock?" Chen Qing was stunned, "Oh I see! Your house used to use fingerprint locks, so you never took the key?"
"Finally found by you." Cheng Ke said.
"Then your family is not too rich. Many people use fingerprint locks." Chen Qing said.
"Well." Cheng Ke felt that he couldn't even say three words to Chen Qing.
Early in the morning, it was the soy milk fritters that Cheng Ke had always wanted to eat. He looked at it and suddenly had an appetite.
He hasn't eaten breakfast much in the past two months. It's not too late when he wakes up in the morning, but he's too lazy to go out to eat, and he can't make it himself, so he usually delays it until noon to order a takeaway.
It is said that if he does not eat breakfast for a long time, he will become stupid. He does not know whether his intelligence has declined recently.
It's always Mongolian.
"You can make do with it early," Chen Qing said, "I don't have the money to buy abalone or something, and the third brother sometimes defaults on his bills."
"Go away." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Go away in a while," Chen Qing sat down at the table, "I haven't eaten yet."
"I quite like these." Cheng Ke also sat down, looked at the breakfast in the bag, and took out a fritter.
"Soy milk." Chen Qing put the soy milk in front of him and Jiang Yuduo, "and oil cakes, I prefer oil cakes, and a few pies, the ones with pure meat fillings are sold out, and the ones with vegetables are bought. ."
"Leek?" Cheng Ke asked.
"Yes." Chen Qing nodded.
"Oh, then I'll eat fritters and fritters." Cheng Ke said.
"Why?" Chen Qing asked.
"I'm afraid of the smell!" Jiang Yuduo said impatiently.
"There are so many things," Chen Qing sighed and looked at Cheng Ke, "Hey, what is the origin of your family, Jaeger-LeCoultre? What does your father do?"
Cheng Ke didn't speak, and took a bite of the fried dough stick.
"It must be a business, right?" Chen Qing asked, "What business?"
Cheng Ke smiled but didn't speak.
"It's okay, I didn't think about how rich you are. After all, people who are really rich wear watches that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars," Chen Qing said. "Your watch is only 170,000 yuan."
"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.
Chen Qing looked at him, and after waiting for a while, he was a little unhappy: "Then tell me, I've been waiting for a long time."
Cheng Ke turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yuduo, hoping that he could stop his rude inquisition, but Jiang Yuduo took an oil cake and looked at him with interest while eating.
He seemed to be waiting for his answer.
"Just," Cheng Ke sighed, "real estate or something."
"Oh - real estate," Chen Qing stretched his voice, "then it really doesn't matter, the real estate people in our place are just... just... what group is there?"
Chen Qing turned to Jiang Yuduo, who asked while eating, "What? I don't know."
"Aren't these two streets developed by them?" Chen Qing thought hard, "It's the boss whose surname is Cheng..."
Chen Qing stopped halfway through, then paused and turned back to look at Cheng Ke: "What's your last name?"
"Accumulate." Cheng Ke said.
"Fuck! Your surname is Cheng, right?" Chen Qing slapped the table with a slap, Jiang Yuduo shuddered, the oil cake in his hand fell on the table, Chen Qing continued to look at him excitedly, "Cheng Ke! Do you have your father's last name? Isn't it? Just what kind of group! Is that right!"
"Fuck you!" Jiang Yuduo slapped his arm, "Are you sick!"
"Damn it," Chen Qing was completely indifferent to the slap, rubbed his arms, "then your family is quite rich..."
"Take your breakfast and get out!" Jiang Yuduo picked up the oil cake and looked at it, took a bite and thought about it, then slapped Chen Qing's arm, and slapped half of the fried dough stick that Chen Qing was holding onto the table, " Get out!"
Chen Qing picked up the fried dough sticks and stuffed them into his mouth, glanced at the time on the phone, picked up the soy milk, and took a pie from the bag, and hurriedly walked to the door: "Go away."
"Don't broadcast anywhere." Jiang Yuduo added.
"Don't worry." Chen Qing went out.
Cheng Ke felt that he really didn't think much about things. After Jiang Yuduo added that sentence, he suddenly became a little worried. He didn't want to be kicked out of the house by a bunch of inexplicable people who knew what group he was from. Young master, once turned over the trash can...
"He's tight-lipped about important things, don't worry." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.
"What kind of group is your father's, is it awesome?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
Cheng Ke glanced at him, and it was only now that he realized that Jiang Yuduo probably didn't know what group it was, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
Dad's proud career.
"It's alright," Cheng Ke smiled, "the house you rented from me might belong to him."
"Oh," Jiang Yuduo nodded, "it's quite expensive, and Lu Qian kept scolding it when she bought it."
Cheng Ke didn't speak, he lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk: "Is there any sugar? It's not good if it's light."
"Kitchen, get it yourself." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke took the soy milk into the kitchen. There was a row of small jars on the counter. There were powdered ones, some small ones and some large ones, all of the same color.
His concept of sugar is basically sugar cubes. After hesitating for a while, he picked up a jar and opened it. He squeezed a little bit with his fingers and put it in his mouth to taste it. I wanted to shiver a little, so I quickly went to the nearby sink to rinse my mouth.
I took another jar that looked similar, opened it and carefully dipped a little bit with my fingers.
Just as he was sticking out his tongue to lick it, Jiang Yuduo's voice came from the door: "That's it."
"...Oh." Cheng Ke looked back at him.
Jiang Yuduo turned around and sat back at the table.
Cheng Ke took a spoon, estimated that he put four spoons, then stirred it, and returned to the living room.
"Already released?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"Well," Cheng Ke nodded, "this one is too similar to salt, I can't tell the difference."
"I can't tell the difference sometimes," Jiang Yuduo hesitated and asked again, "How much did you put?"
Cheng Ke held the soy milk and stretched out four fingers at him while drinking it.
Jiang Yuduo looked at him and said nothing.
He only took a sip of the soy milk. He put down the cup and stared at the soy milk inside.
What the hell is sugar so sweet
It's all in the throat!
Jiang Yuduo stood up, took his cup of soy milk into the kitchen, came out after a while, put his soy milk in front of him, and changed the previous cup.
"Huh?" Cheng Ke looked at him.
"I just took a sip," Jiang Yuduo said, "you drink my cup, I like something sweeter."
"Okay." Cheng Ke picked up his cup and tasted it, not bad.
Jiang Yuduo took a sip of soy milk, frowned, and looked painful: "Which spoon did you use?"
"Just... that plastic round spoon," Cheng Ke felt a little embarrassed, "Why don't you change it back."
"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo raised his head and poured a cup of soy milk down, then went to pick up a glass of water to drink, "You... take your time."
After eating breakfast, Cheng Ke was about to go back, and after standing up, he remembered that he had no coat now.
"Should the mall be open now?" He walked to the window and glanced, "Damn it? It's snowing!"
"You put on mine first," Jiang Yuduo took a down jacket from the bedroom and handed it to him. "Don't go around today, you don't only have one jacket."
"Just two down jackets." Cheng Ke took the clothes.
"Then wear that first." Jiang Yuduo said.
"That one is too thin, and..." Cheng Ke sighed, "it turned into a lump after washing."
"...Then put on mine first," Jiang Yuduo opened the door, "I'll take you back."
"Okay." Cheng Ke took the key and went out with him.
As soon as he went out, Cheng Ke shrank his neck. It was obviously much colder today than yesterday. He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and the temperature dropped by almost ten degrees.
Fortunately, the down jacket Jiang Yuduo gave him was very thick. He put on his hat and looked at Jiang Yuduo.
This man was still wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt with a padded jacket over his head. He didn't pull the zipper, but he was wearing a ski cap, and he was still able to stretch his body while walking in the wind.
"Aren't you cold?" Cheng Ke couldn't help asking.
"It's a little cold." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Close the zipper when it's cold," Cheng Ke was inexplicable. "What are you playing with?"
"I'm used to it." Jiang Yuduo said.
"What are you used to?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.
"Just, for example, you only have a thick coat this winter," Jiang Yuduo said. "You put it on when it was cold at the beginning. What about when it's colder? What about when it's colder?"
Cheng Ke looked at him.
"It's too cold, add long sleeves," Jiang Yuduo said, "If it's too cold, put on a sweater, and then... and so on, understand?"
"Such a fucking push," Cheng Ke pulled up his clothes to cover half of his face, "do you only have a thick coat now!"
"Before," Jiang Yuduo said, zipping up his jacket, "but I'm not particularly afraid of the cold."
"Really?" Cheng Ke didn't know what to say.
before? How long ago? That "not so good" childhood
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, suddenly put his hand into his coat pocket, grabbed his hand and shook it.
Cheng Ke felt dizzy for a moment after he reacted. He staggered two steps when Feng came over from behind and turned his head to stare at Jiang Yuduo.
"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"What?" Cheng Ke was still staring at him.
"My hands are still warm outside," Jiang Yuduo said with a slightly smug expression on his face, "You've always been cold in your pocket."
"...Oh!" Cheng Ke suddenly realized, subconsciously raised his voice in embarrassment, emphasizing his sudden realization, "Oh!"
"Oh shit." Jiang Yuduo glanced at him.
Cheng Ke was speechless.
When he came to the intersection, Jiang Yuduo stopped and looked back. Cheng Ke followed him back, and all he saw in the past were the pedestrians walking fast in the wind with their heads down.
"What you said yesterday... They," Cheng Ke said, "what's the matter?"
"They have been with me for many years." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Who is that?" Cheng Ke asked.
Jiang Yuduo didn't answer.
"You were injured yesterday, was it them?" Cheng Ke asked again.
"Well." Jiang Yuduo frowned.
"Why didn't you call the police?" Cheng Ke continued to ask.
"Call the police?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head, "When have you ever seen someone who was smuggled on the street calling the police?"
"You have been threatened personally." Cheng Ke said.
"Are these injuries?" Jiang Yuduo smiled, "These are bullshit."
Cheng Ke opened his mouth and said nothing.
"One day I'm going to be so injured that I can't move," Jiang Yuduo said, "help me call the police."
Cheng Ke didn't know what to say.
He sometimes felt that Jiang Yuduo was convulsing, sometimes he felt that he was too sensitive, and sometimes he felt that what he said was true.
If it's all true, it seems that he has been involved now, should you call the police
What did you call the police
Halfway through, Jiang Yuduo pushed him and led him into a small street. He entered a market that looked very old, and it was full of spices. Once inside, there were all kinds of magical smells.
Cheng Ke has lived here for two months, and this is the first time he knows that there is such a place.
Coming out from the side of the market, crossing the street and turning the intersection, he saw a gate with the name of their community written on it, but it was not the one he usually came in and out of.
"This is the back door?" Cheng Ke asked.
"East gate," Jiang Yuduo said, "the one you usually go to is the south gate."
"Oh." Cheng Ke responded.
When he got downstairs, Jiang Yuduo stopped: "I'm not going up."
"Okay," Cheng Ke said, hesitated and then said, "Thank you."
"Do as the locals do, and don't be so polite with us," Jiang Yuduo took it out in his pocket. "Every time you say thank you, I don't want to talk anymore."
"I just say something out of habit." Cheng Ke watched him take out a piece of cigarette case paper from his pocket, and suddenly felt speechless, "Can I ask?"
"Ask." Jiang Yuduo took out another pen from his pocket and wrote on the cigarette case paper.
"Do you go out with a stack of cigarette paper papers every day?" Cheng Ke asked, "Can't you bring post-it notes? Can you bring more."
"This is not easy to wrinkle," Jiang Yuduo handed him the cigarette case paper after writing. "This is Chen Qing's phone number. If you have anything here and you can't reach me, you can call him."
"...Oh." Cheng Ke took the cigarette case paper.
"Go up," Jiang Yuduo said, "call me if you see anyone suspicious."
Cheng Ke wanted to say that I lived on the top floor, and when I looked downstairs, I could only see the top of my head, but after thinking about it, he nodded and turned to go upstairs.
"That pile of down jackets of yours." Jiang Yuduo said behind him.
"Huh?" Cheng Ke was stunned, then looked back at him, "What?"
"Just take a hanger and pat it," Jiang Yuduo said, "pat the fleece loose, and lay it flat after washing and drying."
"...Ah." Cheng Ke nodded.
After entering the house, he took it off and sat on the floor beside the heater. It took a while for Toxinliang, who had come all the way, to disperse.
Why didn't you take a taxi
yeah why
Jiang Yuduo never mentioned taking a taxi, and he didn't even think of it.
He sighed, got up, picked up Jiang Yuduo's coat, which was thrown on the sofa, shook it, folded it and put it in a bag.
After hesitating for a while, he went to the closet and took out the pile of down jackets. His original plan was to throw them away.
But now he wants to try Jiang Yuduo's method.
He carried the collar, and then tapped the down jacket twice with the hanger.
Seems to be able to handle it.
So he waved the hanger, slapped the down jacket up and down, inside and out, and touched it again, as if it was stronger than before
But the arm is a little sore, this is physical labor.
Cheng Ke threw the clothes back into the closet, so let's buy a new one.
He took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom, intending to take a shower to catch up on sleep.
Passing the living room window when he came out of the bathroom, Cheng Ke stopped and looked out.
He usually rarely looks downstairs, but now it's cold, the flowers and plants in the small garden downstairs are all yellow and withered, and they look gray and lifeless.
However, after taking two glances, he was stunned, and stared at the bench next to the fountain in the small garden for a while.
In order to make sure that he was not mistaken, he took his mobile phone again, took a picture of the bench, and then zoomed in.
Jiang Yuduo was sitting on a bench with a cigarette in his mouth, his arms on his knees playing with his mobile phone.
The small garden, which was very lonely at first, became even more lonely because of this scene.
Cheng Ke stood at the window for almost ten minutes, Jiang Yuduo had been sitting there, the cigarette in his mouth had been pinched, but he was still looking at his phone intently.
It is estimated that he is reading that immortal novel.
Cheng Ke really admired him, and after watching it for a while, he felt that he had no intention of leaving for a while, so he took his mobile phone and dialed Jiang Yuduo's number.
When the receiver started ringing, Jiang Yuduo looked up at his window, then answered the phone: "What's wrong? Did you see someone suspicious?"
"Third brother," Cheng Ke opened the window, leaned over to the window, and waved his hand fiercely to point around the small garden, "take a look for yourself, is there anyone else downstairs besides you!"
"Then why are you nervous?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"I'm not nervous," Cheng Ke said, "I just told you to go back."
"I'll be leaving in a while," Jiang Yuduo said, "after reading this chapter."
"You go now," Cheng Ke opened the window for a while, his face was freezing and hurt. "Take a taxi back, it's too cold."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded and stood up.
"If something is wrong, I'll definitely call you," Cheng Ke said, "you don't have to wait like this."
"Okay." Jiang Yuduo turned around and walked over to the gate of the community.
"Then I'll hang up." Cheng Ke looked at his back, feeling a little unspeakable in his heart, and suddenly his mood was a little low.
"Hang it up." Jiang Yuduo said.
In the next few days, Jiang Yuduo did not appear downstairs again, nor did he contact him, Cheng Ke breathed a sigh of relief.
He has never met people like Jiang Yuduo who seem to live on the edge of the world. They are exciting and lonely. Maybe such a person's character is like this. He has to find some fun when he is idle day by day.
Cheng Ke got up earlier than usual today. Xu Ding's live performance was scheduled for 11 o'clock. He was afraid that he would oversleep, so Xu Ding called him early.
Cheng Ke took a look at the time after washing up, and it was quite enough, so he took out his mobile phone and prepared to order a takeaway to eat, in case he was hungry before the performance started.
There are very few options to choose from in the morning, just those few stores, he flipped back and forth on the screen, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.
Although he felt that Jiang Yuduo was just looking for fun, when he stood by the window, he subconsciously looked downstairs.
There is no suspicious person, you can go out with confidence.
In fact, there are no people who are not suspicious. In this weather, there is not even a strong fancy morning exercise uncle.
After flipping through the phone for a long time, he couldn't find anything he wanted to eat. Cheng Ke sighed, sat on the sofa, set an alarm for himself, and lay down on the sofa.
An hour later the alarm went off and he got up and packed up and went out.
Go get something to eat first, then go straight to the event.
He still wears Jiang Yuduo's jacket. He's been a bit lazy these days, so he went to the supermarket twice. He wanted to walk a few steps to the mall several times to buy clothes, but he finally gave up.
When it's cold, people lose their courage, and go out to buy something to eat with the courage to die.
Jiang Yuduo's down jacket is quite thick, very warm, and the style is pretty good. If you have time, you can ask him where he bought it... But when he walked out of the corridor, the fan from the north hit his face, and he froze so much. sneeze.
He planned to go out from the east gate today. When Jiang Yuduo took him there from the east gate that day, he found that the street was more prosperous, and it should be easier to take a taxi.
Just a few steps away, he heard footsteps behind him.
The footsteps were about the same rhythm as his, stepping on the snow at almost the same time, and you couldn't spot it if you didn't listen carefully.
Cheng Ke stopped abruptly and turned his head.
When he saw Jiang Yuduo behind him, he couldn't speak for at least ten seconds.
"Where to?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"... Engage in art." Cheng Ke replied.
"Oh." Jiang Yuduo nodded.
Seeing the tip of his nose that was frozen red, Cheng Ke didn't know whether he was angry, helpless, irritable, or inexplicably moved.
After staring at each other for a long time, he said, "Are you here to collect rent?"
"You still know you've been procrastinating for a week?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"I forgot." Cheng Ke said.
"Let's go, let's go together," Jiang Yuduo tilted his head, "You can pay the rent after you finish the art."
It was only then that Cheng Ke suddenly understood that Jiang Yuduo was indeed a man who counted his words.
"You won't be downstairs these days?" Cheng Ke asked.
"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'll only come when I'm fine."
I feel like you're fine twenty-four hours a day.
Cheng Ke didn't dare to say this.
"You don't have to worry about me," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm just... afraid that someone will have an accident because of me."
Cheng Ke sighed. At this moment, he suddenly very much hoped that the Chief Protector would be by his side. Chen Qing talked a lot. In this case, it is estimated that he could hear something from him.
"My event today..." Cheng Ke said a little hard, "It's private, and you have to be invited to enter..."
"I'm not going in." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke looked at him for a while, and finally turned around: "Let's go."
Hello, General Protector.
Is there anything wrong with your third brother
"Did you have breakfast?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"No." Cheng Ke replied.
Jiang Yuduo took his hand out of his pocket and handed the things in front of him.
Cheng Ke glanced at it, it was a steaming glutinous rice dumpling.
"This is super delicious," Jiang Yuduo said. "You have to line up early in the morning, at least half an hour before you can buy it."
"You queued for half an hour?" Cheng Ke took over the group.
"No," Jiang Yuduo laughed, "I just bought it and left."
Cheng Ke looked at the dumplings and took a bite.
The glutinous rice was soft and bouncy, with bean paste and chopped sausage in it, it was delicious.
"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked, "Is it delicious? I'll eat it if you stay five minutes late."
"Yeah." Cheng Ke nodded. He didn't know why, but when he looked at Jiang Yuduo's smile, his nose suddenly became sore.
The author has something to say:
Chief Protector Chen, please tell the third brother's secret!