Cheng Ke had never eaten such glutinous rice dumplings, to be exact, he had never eaten any kind of glutinous rice dumplings from breakfast stalls.
He was surprised that the glutinous rice dumpling with a small lotus leaf on the bottom was so delicious.
It was a little too small, and he had already finished eating as soon as he walked to the east gate.
"How much is this dumpling?" he asked Jiang Yuduo, "It's delicious."
"Do you want to give money?" Jiang Yuduo said, "Ten yuan."
"...I didn't want to give money." Cheng Ke said.
"Oh," Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, "Five yuan, plus a dollar of meat, a total of six yuan."
"Why do you still pay two prices before and after?" Cheng Ke looked at him, Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and looked ahead, Cheng Ke reacted, "Why, I want to give money and you want to earn me four yuan?"
"If you are not convinced, spit it out." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke gave him a thumbs up: "I'm very convinced."
A taxi came over, and Jiang Yuduo waved.
The taxi approached, and when there were still a few meters away from them, a voice came from behind: "Taxi! It's just me fucking!"
Cheng Ke didn't return to his senses, and a few people who looked like gangsters ran over to open the door and got in the car.
"Fuck me?" Cheng Ke was stunned and turned to look at Jiang Yuduo.
Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, just watched.
The taxi started, drove out about ten meters, and suddenly stopped again.
The door opened, and all the people who got in the car just got out of the car again. A bald boy ran towards them, pointing back at the taxi as he ran: "Wait!"
"Third brother," the bald head stopped in front of them, and Chong Jiang Yuduo smiled awkwardly, "I didn't see it was you."
Jiang Yuduo snorted: "Are you used to robbing?"
"That's not possible, mainly because I didn't see that the two of you were going to take a taxi." The bald head scratched his head.
"Fuck you," Jiang Yuduo said. "Why did he stop here if we didn't take a taxi? You want to call a taxi!"
"Third brother, get in the car." The bald head bowed at him.
Jiang Yuduo walked over to the car and looked back at him again: "Didn't you go back last night?"
"Well, did you see that?" the bald head asked.
"Nonsense! It's cold today, can you be naked if you come out of the house!" Jiang Yuduo pointed at his head, "The scalp is frozen blue!"
"It's okay." The bald head touched his head again, hehe laughed twice.
Jiang Yuduo took off his hat and threw it to him: "Go away!"
"Thank you Third Brother!" The bald man shouted.
After getting in the car, Cheng Ke could still hear the bald head chasing the car outside and shouting, "Third brother! Thank you!"
"Thank you uncle, it's not over." Jiang Yuduo whispered.
Cheng Ke looked at him and whispered, "I thought you guys on the street didn't say thank you?"
"He's a generation behind me." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Isn't he about the same age as you?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.
"He's my younger brother's younger brother," Jiang Yuduo said, "grandchildren, understand?"
"...Understood." Cheng Ke nodded.
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak any more, he took out his cell phone, opened it, and probably started reading novels again.
Cheng Ke leaned against the window glass. The temperature outside was frighteningly low and the wind was strong, but the sun was shining. It was very comfortable to sit in the car with the heater on and no wind blowing.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuduo's profile.
Jiang Yuduo read it very seriously, but his reading speed was very slow, and it took a long time to read a page of novels.
"Is it still that thigh text?" Cheng Ke asked.
Jiang Yuduo turned to look at him: "Yes."
Cheng Ke smiled.
"It's not interesting now," Jiang Yuduo frowned. "My favorite supporting character is dead. If I knew this chapter was going to die, I wouldn't fucking buy it."
"Isn't it normal for a few people to die in the novel," Cheng Ke said. "The protagonist hasn't died yet, so don't you watch the supporting role?"
"If the protagonist really dies, I don't feel anything. After all, so many people are watching the protagonist, happy, sad, okay, alive or dead," Jiang Yuduo said in a low voice, exiting the novel interface. "The supporting roles are not necessarily, especially the small supporting roles, no one cares."
Cheng Ke looked at him and said nothing.
"Like me." Jiang Yuduo added in a low voice.
"Hey," the driver said, "the guy thinks too much. Let me tell you, you are the protagonist of your own life."
"I'm not." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke was stunned.
The driver can only use this sentence of chicken soup proficiently. When he encounters Jiang Yuduo's answer, he can't take it anymore, so he sighs and doesn't speak again.
This event by Xu Dingnong is in a very high art museum, a small exhibition hall, the theme of the event is "dazed", and there are some paintings and photography works.
Cheng Ke felt that this "dazed" was very good, and people began to be at a loss when they saw the name.
However, he never studied the connotation of the activity. He only cares about his own part. Today, he just needs to improvise, there is no limit, and he can do whatever he wants.
"Whatever you draw, you can be at a loss." Xu Ding said.
It makes sense, after all, the theme is like this, most people will consciously force close to the theme, and those who haven't posted it are embarrassed to say it.
"You won't be able to get in for a while," Cheng Ke looked around, "there's nowhere to stay, go back, you can't stand here forever."
"Don't worry about me," Jiang Yuduo said, "I can't find a place to stay? I'm not you."
"...Okay," Cheng Ke nodded, "I'm going in, I have to prepare my things."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
Cheng Ke glanced at him again, turned around and entered the small exhibition hall through the side door.
Jiang Yuduo had never been to such a high-level place.
In places where art is the main content, he has probably only come into contact with those who set up a platform to auction oil paintings in shopping malls.
The auction starts at one dollar, and no one asks for more than three hundred.
He looked around and saw that there were many exhibition halls, each with a different "art". In such a cold weather, there were actually many people.
Everyone is very quiet, watching quietly, occasionally speaking, and the voice is very soft.
Jiang Yuduo turned around. He wanted to find a place to sit, but he couldn't find it, and the atmosphere made him a little uncomfortable. Everyone came to appreciate it, but he seemed to have gone the wrong way. of.
He strolled to the door of the art gallery, where there was a trash can by the wall.
But if it wasn't for a girl with a cigarette standing beside him flicking the ashes, he wouldn't have seen that it was a trash can.
He walked over and lit a cigarette.
The girl glanced at him, gave way to the side, made room for him, and asked, "Why didn't you go in?"
"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo looked at her.
"Didn't you come with Cheng Ke?" the girl said.
"You know Cheng Ke?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"I have eaten several times," the girl smiled, "but almost everyone who plays sand painting knows him."
"Oh." Jiang Yuduo nodded, but he never thought that Cheng Ke was still a celebrity in the industry.
The girl took a breath and looked him up and down: "I haven't seen you before."
"Have you seen the people around Cheng Ke?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"Almost," the girl took out her cigarette and stretched out her hand, "My name is Mi Li'er."
Jiang Yuduo glanced at her, it didn't sound like a serious name, so he reached out and patted her palm: "My name is the third."
"It sounds good," Mi Li'er said with a smile, his eyes fell behind him, and he waved to the door, "Xiao Yi is here too."
Jiang Yu turned his head back and saw Cheng Ke's younger brother, Cheng was happy.
"Cheng Ke's younger brother, do you know each other?" Mi Li'er asked.
"I have seen it." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Yi nodded to Mi Li'er, and was obviously stunned when he saw him. Jiang Yuduo was about to walk away, but Cheng Yi had already walked over.
"Why are you here?" Mi Li'er looked at Cheng Yi and said with a smile, "Aren't you not interested in these things?"
"I'm not interested now, just come and have a look when you pass by," Cheng Yi said, "Your male god is about to start performing, won't you go in?"
"Let's go." Mi Li'er waved at them and ran through the door.
Jiang Yuduo and Cheng Yi were left beside the trash can.
A gust of north wind came, and Cheng Yi pulled on the scarf, covering half of his face.
Jiang Yuduo found that the two brothers looked very similar.
However, the difference in eyes is very big. Jiang Yuduo's judgment of people is almost all based on eyes. Actions can be faked, expressions can be faked, smiles can be faked, only eyes can be difficult.
There are some eyes he will never forget in his life.
Even when Cheng Ke was angry, he wouldn't be like his younger brother, showing the kind of aggression that he wanted to pierce through at a glance.
Jiang Yuduo is not afraid of such eyes, but he will feel uncomfortable.
He didn't know this person, didn't know his name, and didn't speak to him. He turned around and walked around the trash can to leave.
"Are you waiting for my brother?" Cheng Yi asked behind him.
Jiang Yuduo turned his head and looked at him without speaking.
"Why didn't he let you in?" Cheng Yi said, "He doesn't need an invitation letter to bring people in."
"Why am I going in?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"It's warm inside." Cheng Yi smiled.
"Do you think I am afraid of the cold like this?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"I'm not afraid of the cold and it doesn't mean I'm not cold," Cheng Yi still smiled, "I'll take you in, my brother won't say anything."
Jiang Yuduo frowned.
This statement really made him uncomfortable. Although it was very subtle, with a smile on his face and a gentle tone, the meaning was one, Cheng Ke would not let him in.
That's very shameless.
"Don't you understand human language well?" Jiang Yuduo said impatiently.
Cheng Yi was not angry, and still looked at him with a smile.
Jiang Yuduo has never dealt with these young masters. The only young master of Jaeger-LeCoultre that he has contacted with is a jerk with no temper. He doesn't know what Cheng Yi wants to say, and he doesn't want to know, but he will not follow Cheng Yi. Rhythm to go.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed Xu Ding's number.
"Hello? Third brother?" Xu Ding answered the phone over there.
Listen to Xu Ding's tone!
"I'm outside," Jiang Yuduo said, "you come out."
"Now?" Xu Ding seemed to be stunned, "Outside the art museum?"
"Yes." Jiang Yuduo glanced at Cheng Yi.
"Okay," Xu Ding said, "wait me two minutes."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
Just as he was about to hang up, Xu Ding chased after him again: "Are you alone?"
"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm chatting with Cheng Ke's younger brother."
"I'll go out right now." Xu Ding said.
Jiang Yuduo hung up the phone, lit another cigarette, and dazed, staring at the trash can, and had nothing to talk about with Cheng Yi.
It's just that the more I think about it, the more insecure I feel.
There was no answer to Cheng Yi driving around on his site last time, but now it seems to be connected.
If those people noticed Cheng Ke, then Cheng Yi would be the biggest threat.
Jiang Yuduo suddenly felt a little cold in his hands.
"Have you known my brother for a long time?" Cheng Yi asked, still in a gentle tone. It was actually very comfortable to just listen to him without looking at his face.
"Not long." Jiang Yuduo glanced at him.
"I was quite surprised when I saw you at dinner last time," Cheng Yi said, "I always thought he liked the kind of pretty, cute ones."
Jiang Yuduo did not speak.
It took him a few seconds to realize what Cheng Yi said.
It has to be said that Cheng Yi's words made him immediately associate it.
Cheng Ke put his arms around a group of pretty little cuties with lipstick on.
He suddenly felt nauseated.
"Do you think he has nothing to do with a man standing next to him?" Jiang Yuduo was a little irritable.
"Isn't it?" Cheng Yi looked at him with a smile in the corner of his eyes.
What isn't it? not what
What the hell are you asking
Are you questioning what relationship he has with Cheng Ke
Or does it mean that a man standing beside Cheng Ke would be the kind of relationship
Jiang Yuduo couldn't bear such a conversation, so he pinched off his cigarette: "What does this have to do with you? He doesn't sleep with you, you're not here" If you're interested, you can drive around there."
Cheng Yi stared at him and smiled for a moment.
"Don't look at me," Jiang Yuduo said, "if you fart on my site, someone will tell me what you ate last meal in three minutes."
The smile on Cheng Yi's face finally disappeared because of his words, and he frowned instead.
Xu Ding walked out of the door.
"Here!" Jiang Yuduo shouted and walked over there, he didn't want to stay with Cheng Yi for a second.
Xu Ding came over and asked in a low voice, "How did you meet Xiaoyi?"
"Ask him," Jiang Yuduo said angrily, "Did I eat too much to touch him? I didn't eat it earlier."
Xu Ding smiled: "Go in, I told the staff at the door."
"I..." Jiang Yuduo hesitated, "Okay, I'll go in."
"Well." Xu Ding nodded, walked over and said hello to Cheng Yi behind him, "Why didn't you go in?"
"How dare you go in without being invited?" Cheng Yi said with a smile.
"When do you need an invitation?" Xu Ding said.
These few words felt normal, but Jiang Yuduo sounded a little awkward, feeling that the relationship between Xu Ding and Cheng Yi was not that good.
But he was in no mood to eavesdrop and was irritable.
Xu Ding didn't tell him how to get in, but the staff standing at the entrance of the small exhibition hall saw him coming and already greeted him: "Mr. Jiang?"
"Yes." Jiang Yuduo is not used to this name, he seems to have never been called this way before.
"Please come with me." The staff member said.
Jiang Yuduo followed this man into the exhibition hall.
As soon as you enter, you can feel that it is more than 19,000 grades higher than the oil painting auction in the shopping mall.
There are many paintings and photos in the exhibition hall. Not all of them are on the wall, but some are placed in the middle of the exhibition hall. There is a pillar here, a pier there, and there are things on it. There are many things that he can't see. , a few squares are counted as one thing, and a headless dog sitting on his head counts as one...
what the hell.
The only thing that looks pleasing to the eye is probably only Cheng Ke over there.
Cheng Ke stood in the middle of an open space, with a lighted table in front of him, a few boxes with sand in his hand, and a projection behind him, and he could see the table and his hands.
"You are free." The staff took him to the vicinity of Cheng Ke and said softly.
"Well, thank you." Jiang Yuduo said.
He has no concept of sand painting, the only contact is with Cheng Ke's painting of Meow and him on the table with salt, and a bunch of your paintings that are not as good as the three-and-a-half-year-old child next door, I guess.
But when I look at Cheng Ke now, I feel completely different from him sitting at the table and poking salt with his finger.
There is music in the exhibition hall, very low and light, I can't hear what it is, but it is very good.
Jiang Yuduo looked around. There were a few sofas in a circle in the corner of the exhibition hall. People were already sitting, and most of them were standing.
He found a pillar and leaned on it lightly, it was very strong, and it seemed that it would not fall, so he leaned on the pillar and looked at Cheng Ke.
A waiter walked past him with a plate, and he saw the small cake on it at a glance, so he reached out and took a piece, and the two mouthfuls were finished.
Cheng Ke is really a young master. After eating his breakfast, he didn't have the consciousness to buy another one for him at all. It should be said that he didn't think of this level at all.
Gee.
Cheng Ke lowered his head, grabbed a handful of sand from the side, and sprinkled it lightly on the table.
The soft voices in the exhibition hall disappeared, everyone looked at the projection, and some people started taking pictures over there with their mobile phones.
Jiang Yuduo touched the mobile phone in his pocket, but after thinking about it, he still didn't take it out.
Feeling a little silly.
Cheng Ke's fingertips landed on the fine sand on the table and began to paint.
The sky has clouds.
In the distance... mountains? Yes, it's a mountain, ah, it looks like it's a mountain, I really like it.
tree? Oh no, it's a person... What's this under the person? grassland? Ah shit it's snow!
What to wipe again
hey is the river
What about people? Smeared into a boat
Oh, it's still a fucking cartoon... It's changing scene by scene...
Jiang Yuduo felt that his eyes were a little too busy, so he glanced at Cheng Ke and then at the projection.
In fact, he only needs to watch the projection, and most of the time when everyone is shooting, they are facing the projection.
But in the end, he chose to look at Cheng Ke.
Cheng Ke's paintings are pretty cool, but he thinks it's more interesting to see Cheng Ke in comparison.
Cheng Ke's hand is also an ordinary person's hand.
There is also the focused and calm look on his face, as if no one around him exists, no matter how many people around him or how many eyes he has, for him, there is only the one in front of him, and he never even raised his eyes. Look around.
Jiang Yuduo was a little taken aback.
Apart from thigh novels, he hadn't read anything so seriously in a long time.
Especially this "art".
Of course, he wasn't looking at art either. He was always looking at Cheng Ke, his face, his hands, his shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and he was worried about whether the wound on the back of his head without gauze would get infected...
It wasn't until there was a slight laugh from the crowd around him that he glanced at the projection.
It was found that Cheng Ke was no longer drawing various continuous animations, and now he was drawing a girl holding a mobile phone. Jiang Yuduo glanced in the direction everyone was looking at, and saw Mi Nier who was holding the mobile phone and smiling.
It does seem to be an acquaintance.
Cheng Ke still didn't look around, only looked down at the table in front of him, Jiang Yuduo wondered how he could still draw rice grains.
While I was thinking about it, the picture changed, the grain of rice holding the phone disappeared, and what appeared on the picture was a… pillar
There was a man beside the pillar.
... Jiang Yuduo was stunned.
People started to look at him, and for a moment he didn't know if he should laugh or stand up straight, or stay the same.
When Cheng Ke's hand passed by, the picture began to change again. The pillars and people disappeared, and a face gradually appeared, just like a close-up view of the previous picture.
In the end, the picture was frozen on his mouth in an O-shape, and his face was dazed or surprised.
When the surrounding laughter and applause sounded at the same time, Jiang Yuduo suddenly came back to his senses and stood up straight.
Cheng Ke's performance ended, and after nodding to everyone, he wiped off the sand on the table, and a few staff went over to help him clean up.
The projector was also turned off, and the people around him were chatting in a low voice.
Cheng Ke walked towards him.
When he came to the front, Jiang Yuduo glared at him: "Your uncle, am I like that?"
"You've been like that the whole time." Cheng Ke said.
"Impossible," Jiang Yuduo touched his mouth, "I've never had such a fucking stupid expression."
"Let Xu Ding play back the video later and you'll know," Cheng Ke raised his hand and made a gesture to Xu Ding, who was approaching, "Let him cut a section for you."
"...No need," Jiang Yuduo clicked, "When did you see me?"
"I saw it as soon as you came in," Cheng Ke said, "how did you come in?"
"I got in after a fight with the guy at the door," Jiang Yuduo said, "I don't think you looked this way, you actually saw me?"
"Yu Guang," Cheng Ke said, "wait for me for a while, I'll leave after a few words with Xu Ding."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo nodded.
Seeing how Cheng Ke and Xu Ding were nodding and saying hello as they walked to the side, he suddenly felt a little strange. He never thought about the life before Cheng Ke, is that how it was
Quite advanced.
It's completely irrelevant to his image of a rubbish who can't even turn on a gas stove.