Jiang Yuduo knew that Cheng Ke was not proficient in all kinds of common sense in life and housework, but he really didn't expect that he would not even be able to cover up a quilt.
The bed was neatly tidied up, the quilt was laid flat, and the quilt head was folded over... Then you could clearly see the quilt cover under the quilt, and the pillowcase floating above the pillow.
He always thought he was a pig. If he really wanted to put on a quilt, he wouldn't be able to put it on. At most, it would take a little time. Now Cheng Ke has proved to him with facts that he may have always been so clear-cut since he moved in. sleeping.
Jiang Yuduo used to feel that Cheng Ke had some suspicious details from time to time, and it was quite a lot to count, but his judgment on Cheng Ke was always wavering, because more often Cheng Ke looked like a Good-tempered fool.
Today he decided not to doubt Cheng Ke anymore. If there is really any problem, Cheng Ke can only be the one who was killed.
Apart from the fact that he had already included Cheng Ke in the circle of friends when he started with Baku, this is the second reason.
Sleeping is a very happy thing, all people will make themselves sleep more comfortable, this sleeping method of wrapping the arms and legs, and pressing a quilt on top that can deviate at any time proves once again that Cheng Ke is harmless.
Lucy had told him many years ago, try to trust friends.
However, this requirement is too difficult for Jiang Yuduo. Until now, he believes that there is no one who will not cause harm.
If you must believe in friends, you can only reduce friends as much as possible.
Both Lu Qian and Chen Qing are his friends, friends he can trust, and a few other friends, but Jiang Yuduo no longer remembers who they are, or even whether they are male or female.
So the cost of believing in friends is also very high. They will not necessarily hurt you, but they will disappear from your life unknowingly and never appear again.
Cheng Ke may be such a friend.
One day, this young master who can't even put on a quilt will return to a wealthy family, or he will win the fight with his younger brother, or become a meat bug who no longer struggles, and then Cheng Ke will disappear from his life. .
Slowly, he will no longer think of this person.
"The function of the quilt is to protect the quilt from getting dirty," Cheng Ke said. "Is there any essential difference between the full-coverage and the half-coverage? Anyway, it separates the person from the quilt."
"...Isn't it uncomfortable to fall asleep?" Jiang Yuduo closed the bedroom door.
"It's uncomfortable," Cheng Ke said, "but I'm used to it now. It's pretty good. It's very convenient to wash the quilt cover, and you don't need to take it apart."
"Oh," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "I originally wanted to teach you how to set it up, but if you don't even want to dismantle it, then forget it."
"You will?" Cheng Ke asked immediately.
"It's not that I want to irritate you, Cheng Ke," Jiang Yuduo sighed, "I'm afraid not many people will know this, it's just a matter of speed."
"...Oh," Cheng Ke tutted, and stood up after thinking about it, "Would you help me with it, I'll see if I can learn it."
"Okay." Jiang Yuduo nodded. He rarely treats people like this, even Chen Qing would not help him to this extent, but for some reason, every time he sees Cheng Ke like this, he feels A bit pitiful, "Actually, I just make do with what I can do, but I'll definitely have more to teach you."
"You don't need to set the stage in advance," Cheng Ke said, "I won't laugh at you if you don't get on it."
Jiang Yuduo entered the bedroom, walked to the bed, Cheng Ke followed, leaning against the cabinet and looking at him.
In fact, Jiang Yuduo was quite annoyed with the quilt cover, and his level was indeed not very good, but he was able to put it on after all, but this was the first time anyone had observed his quilt cover, which made him a little awkward.
Standing in front of the bed, I don't know if I should explain it while covering it.
"You quilt," Jiang Yuduo folded the quilt casually, picked it up and handed it to Cheng Ke, "Put it aside first, I'll tell you an easy way."
"Well." Cheng Ke took the quilt and put it on the table.
"First of all..." Jiang Yuduo saw the full picture of the quilt after the quilt was taken away, basically twisted into a ball, "You spread the quilt so flat, in fact, it is the virtue of the quilt, you want to block it?"
"Yes." Cheng Ke replied honestly, "It's already shaking."
"How is that possible." Jiang Yuduo sighed, grabbed the quilt and shook.
The quilt is twisted into a strip.
He shook again.
Then shook again.
The quilt is always a ball.
Jiang Yuduo had to search on the quilt for a long time, and then turned his head: "How on earth did you sleep? Where are the four corners of the quilt!"
"How do I know," Cheng Ke sighed, "roll it in."
Jiang Yuduo was a little depressed at first, but he still patiently bent over to find the corner of the quilt.
After looking for it for a long time, he finally touched one of the corners. He quickly grabbed the corner and shook it again, but there was no gain.
So he decided to give up, grabbed a ball of quilt and pulled it back and forth a few times, and found the opening of the quilt.
The moment he saw the opening, he was full of contempt for Cheng Ke: "Anyway, pull the zipper! This is half inside and half outside! Are you a pig!"
He grabbed the opening of the quilt with both hands and shook violently: "This can shake evenly..."
He heard a hissing sound and stopped immediately.
The house was quiet.
After a while, he secretly glanced at the quilt cover, and he tore a hole along the stitching where the opening was, until it was torn to the head.
"Did you," Cheng Ke cleared his throat, "tear off my quilt?"
Jiang Yuduo turned his head: "Yes, I will pay you."
Cheng Ke didn't say a word, leaned on the cabinet and began to laugh, laughing wildly at him, unable to stop for a moment.
"Do you have a needle and thread?" Jiang Yuduo was very faceless.
"Why," Cheng Ke, probably because he was too surprised, stopped laughing, "You can still sew?"
"I've sewed clothes, but I haven't sewed quilts," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "It should be about the same."
"No," Cheng Ke started to laugh again, opened the cabinet while laughing, and took out another quilt, "Come on, let's tear this one up."
"Go away." Jiang Yuduo took the quilt.
He found that Cheng Ke's quilt had probably not been leveled since the day it was used, so even if it was washed and folded and taken out from the cabinet, it was still wrinkled.
"You probably don't know how to fold clothes, right?" Jiang Yuduo put the backup quilt on the bed and began to slowly find the four corners.
"Yes, but the clothes are all hanging," Cheng Ke said, "I haven't folded them."
Jiang Yuduo didn't particularly believe this answer, but he didn't say much. After all, he had to concentrate so as not to tear the quilt off again.
Speaking of which, the quality of this quilt is not very good, and it is estimated that the eldest young master will not choose.
The quilt was finally shaken flat, and Jiang Yuduo breathed a sigh of relief when he flattened it perfectly on the bed.
"Look, first turn the quilt over and lay it out," he beckoned. "Then align the quilt and lay it on top of it."
"Isn't that what I am like?" Cheng Ke took the quilt over and spread it on the bed with him.
"Fart, this is the first step," Jiang Yuduo said. The wind from the quilt hit his face, and he smelled a faint fragrance. "Are you still wearing perfume?"
"Just spray it on the quilt, it smells good to sleep." Cheng Ke said.
"Does it cover the taste?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"Have you ever done this?" Cheng Ke frowned.
"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I will take my quilt out to dry it when I have nothing to do. It's fragrant. I guess you won't dry the quilt..."
"Then you fucking! Smell it!" Cheng Ke grabbed the quilt and pressed his head to cover it, "Is there any smell!"
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak. After he was pressed onto the quilt, his body remained frozen for two seconds.
"It smells the same..." Cheng Ke let go of his hand, but before he could speak, Jiang Yuduo suddenly straightened up and pulled his arms back.
Cheng Ke grabbed the hand that he hadn't retracted yet, and then twisted and lifted it. Before Cheng Ke could react, he felt a pain in his shoulder.
When he regained his senses, he had already been thrown to the ground by Jiang Yuduo.
"What are you doing!" he growled.
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, just lowered his head and looked at him while panting.
Cheng Ke saw his somewhat red eyes, and suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart, and hurriedly shouted again: "Old third!"
Jiang Yuduo paused, as if he had just found out that he had fallen to the ground, rushed over and grabbed his arm, then slowly pulled him off the ground.
"Don't move yet," Jiang Yuduo grabbed his arm and didn't let it go, "is there anything uncomfortable?"
"No," Cheng Ke looked at him, "my butt hit the ground first."
"...Oh," Jiang Yuduo let go of his hand and said after a long time, "I... startled, conditioned reflex."
"Yeah." Cheng Ke rubbed his elbows, and just propped on the ground, it hurt a little.
"I'm sorry." Jiang Yuduo said.
"It's alright." Cheng Ke didn't know the reason for his excessive conditioning, but many people had a point they couldn't poke, and his actions just now were a bit too much.
"It's tasteless." Jiang Yuduo said.
"What?" Cheng Ke was stunned.
"The quilt is fragrant and has no odor." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Nonsense," Cheng Ke looked at him, "I just basked in the sun the day before yesterday, on the balcony."
"On the ground?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"Ah." Cheng Ke responded.
"You take two chairs and put the quilt on top, so that the sun is thoroughly dry and it is clean." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Ah." Cheng Ke replied again.
After these magical conversations, Jiang Yuduo cleared his throat, stood back by the bed, and flattened the torn quilt: "Look now, starting from the end opposite the opening, there is a piece of quilt attached to it. Roll in."
"Oh," Cheng Ke hurried over and started rolling the quilt with him, "What's the point of rolling like this?"
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and only opened his mouth after he rolled it to the end: "Now take the two rolled ends out of the opening."
Cheng Ke followed his example, put his hand in through the opening, grabbed the rolled quilt head and took it out from the inside, and the moment he saw the quilt suddenly began to face the outside, he immediately understood: "Fuck, and then just like this. Just flip the quilt all the way out and put it on, right!"
"That's right," Jiang Yuduo nodded, "very clever."
The quilt was turned out all the way, and finally laid flat on the bed. Cheng Ke picked up the quilt and shook it, feeling a sense of accomplishment: "I never knew that the quilt could be like this."
"I learned it from the video," Jiang Yuduo said, "I just learned it last month."
Cheng Ke smiled.
"Your... torn..." Jiang Yuduo hesitated, "I'll take it back and sew it for you."
"No," Cheng Ke said, "this quilt has been used several times, and it can almost be thrown away."
Jiang Yuduo looked at him and said nothing.
Cheng Ke didn't speak, opened the sliding door, walked to the balcony, pushed the window open a crack, and lit a cigarette. He didn't know how long it would take to throw away the quilt. Throw it away when it's rotten, then the quilt is already rotten.
Jiang Yuduo followed and stood beside him.
Cheng Ke handed him the cigarette case, he took one out, lit it, and looked out the window.
"You... When you were young," Cheng Ke looked at the scar on his face, "did you live alone?"
"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "several."
"Oh, I thought you've been alone since you were young, so you can do anything." Cheng Ke nodded.
"I probably lived alone after I was ten years old." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Ten years old is considered a child." Cheng Ke said.
"Really," Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, "I don't have a childhood."
Cheng Ke was silent.
"How about when you were young?" Jiang Yuduo asked, "Have you been bullied by your brother all the time?"
"No," Cheng Ke smiled, "I play by myself. My dad built a small wooden house in the yard. It's very small. Cheng Yi doesn't like it. I usually read books there."
"It's good," Jiang Yuduo said, "it feels very safe."
"It's not safe," Cheng Ke smiled, "Later Cheng Yi raised a dog, and my dad gave the dog to live in that house. He said he would make another one for me, but he never did."
"The eldest young master of a rich family," Jiang Yuduo sighed, "I am so angry too."
"My dad was very disappointed with me at that time..." Cheng Ke stretched his back, "Actually, Cheng Yi wants to make a dog kennel, and he will definitely help him do it right away, but he is arguing with me, and it's annoying. ."
"You shouldn't give in," Jiang Yuduo said. "If you give in once, there will be a second time, a third time, and then no one will be able to see you."
Cheng Ke looked at him and said nothing.
"I can't let it go once, and I can't let it go even if it breaks my head and blood," Jiang Yuduo's face became a little dazed, "but..."
"What?" Cheng Ke asked softly.
"Who do you want to see you?" Jiang Yuduo said, "I don't know who I want to see me."
Cheng Ke pinched off the cigarette, and was silent for a while before speaking: "Did you live in a welfare home when you were a child?"
"No," Jiang Yuduo shook his head, "I live at home."
"With Mom and Dad?" Cheng Ke asked again carefully.
"Well, I call them Mom and Dad," Jiang Yuduo answered his question unexpectedly, "and a few other puppies."
Cheng Ke sounded a little wrong: "Puppy?"
"A puppy like me." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke was stunned, and when he wanted to ask again after a while, Jiang Yuduo raised his index finger: "Don't ask, if you know too much, they will find you."
Before Cheng Ke could speak again, Jiang Yuduo pinched off the cigarette on the windowsill and turned back to the room.
Cheng Ke looked at the black mark that was pressed out on the window sill. For a moment, he didn't know whether to continue thinking about Jiang Yuduo's words, or to warn him not to pinch the cigarette so rudely on the window sill, there was obviously an ashtray next to it.
"I didn't see that ashtray." Jiang Yuduo's voice came from behind.
"Hey!" Cheng Ke was startled and turned around.
Jiang Yuduo stuck his head out from the sliding door: "I only saw an ashtray after I pressed it."
"...It's okay," Cheng Ke said, "it can be wiped off."
"It can't be wiped off, there is a white and gray wall there, no putty or tiles," Jiang Yuduo said. "Actually, I used to pinch outside the window..."
Cheng Ke opened the window and glanced at the window sill outside, and saw a row of small black lumps, which were still neatly arranged.
"You pressed it all?" He turned around.
"Well." Jiang Yuduo smiled.
"Are you mad at me now?" Cheng Ke asked.
"No, I just told you." Jiang Yuduo said.
"...Okay, I see." Cheng Ke nodded.
Jiang Yuduo closed the door and went to the living room.
Cheng Ke was dumbfounded for a while on the balcony, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and he reached out and rubbed the black lump.
Can't really wipe it off.
He sighed, opened the door and entered the house.
Jiang Yuduo sat on the sofa and looked at his phone.
He went to wash his hands, went back to the living room and turned on the TV.
"You still watch TV?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"There's no sound in the room." He sat on the sofa and leaned on the other end.
"It's not safe to have a voice, I can't hear anything." Jiang Yuduo lowered his head and continued to look at the phone.
"Are you still reading that thigh text?" Cheng Ke asked.
"Abandoned," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm looking at the other one now, and I can't understand it a bit."
"Can't recognize the characters?" Cheng Ke was a little surprised, and then suddenly thought that according to the "childhood" Jiang Yuduo said, he may not have gone to school.
"No, what this means is that one day, the three-dimensional element suddenly disappeared and became a void," Jiang Yuduo said, "there is only a little bit of the two-dimensional element left."
"Oh," Cheng Ke nodded, "what about people like me who don't surf the Internet very much?"
"It's empty." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke laughed: "Damn, it's so scary."
"It's good that it's empty, it's gone, and it's all there again," Jiang Yuduo said, "I just don't understand it very well. I still prefer to watch Xiuxian."
"Watching a movie?" Cheng Ke asked.
Jiang Yuduo put down his phone and thought for a while: "Look."
Cheng Ke hesitated for a moment when he took the remote control of the projector: "I'll tell you first, I just hit a few nails to install the projector, and it can be filled in after dismantling it."
Jiang Yuduo looked at him and said after a while, "Have you installed a projector yet?"
"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.
"Didn't you get kicked out of the house?" Jiang Yuduo was very puzzled, "Where did you get the money to lose so blindly?"
"Is it okay to be civilized?" Cheng Ke said.
"Where did you get the money so Hu J8 lost?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"Is your definition of uncivilized a little confusing?" Cheng Ke was speechless.
"Where did you get the money..." Jiang Yuduo continued.
"I have savings." Cheng Ke interrupted him.
"There is actually a deposit. I thought your money was saved by Xu Ding," Jiang Yuduo said. "According to the routine, shouldn't your card be frozen?"
"Third brother, legal society, whoever wants to freeze the card under my name can freeze it?" Cheng Ke looked at him, "Don't you like to watch Xiuxian, do you like to watch overbearing presidents?"
Jiang Yuduo laughed for a long time, then waved his hand: "Watch a movie."
"I've saved a classic here," Cheng Ke took out his phone and poked it. "I downloaded it after I changed my phone. I'll read it again if it's okay. You're young, so I guess you haven't read it."
"Then let's look at the classics." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Okay, wait." Cheng Ke turned on the projector, connected it to his phone, and then clicked on the phone's video folder.
When scrolling down, Jiang Yuduo, who had been staring at the projection, said next to him, "I thought you would save some pornographic films, don't you tell me you watch it?"
Cheng Ke turned his head: "Why, do you want to see it?"
"No!" Jiang Yuduo looked horrified, "I'll just talk about it!"
Cheng Ke clicked his tongue and clicked on the video.
In order to have the effect of watching a movie, he also made a sound system, but he has never had a chance to use it. The sound is okay now, but the sound quality of the source is too poor. After all, it is an old movie.
He got up and went to turn off the light in the living room.
"What's wrong with this music..." Jiang Yuduo's voice was tense, "so... scary..."
Before he could speak, the title of the film came out.
"I'm fucking the old corpse in the mountain village!" Jiang Yuduo roared.
"You know?" Cheng Ke sat back on the sofa, "Is this a classic? Every time I watch it..."
"Yes, it's very scary, fuck it," Jiang Yuduo said as he rubbed over to him from the other side of the sofa, rubbed all the way to his side, and squeezed with him before stopping, "Fuck, fuck …”
"...Aren't you," Cheng Kele said, "so afraid?"
"Why can't I be afraid?" Jiang Yuduo was a little upset.
"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded with a smile, and lowered his voice after thinking about it, "Actually, I'm too scared, I'm scared to death every time I look at it."
"Then are you still watching?" Jiang Yuduo glared at him.
Cheng Ke said in a low voice, "With you here, it's not like that for two people..."
"Fuck! Fuck! Start!" Jiang Yuduo turned his head and stared at the projection.
Cheng Ke also quickly stared over.
The two stared nervously for a long time, and Jiang Yuduo suddenly laughed: "It's too late, what a fucking shame."
"You're scared for a while, don't arrest me suddenly," Cheng Ke said, "I'll scold people."
Jiang Yuduo nodded: "You too."