After Chen Qing hung up the phone, Cheng Ke stood there holding the phone for a long time before putting it back on the bed.
Although it was always very hard to talk to Chen Qing every time, and he looked forward to the end without saying a few words, but at this time he didn't want Chen Qing to hang up.
Because after hanging up the phone, he had to continue to face Jiang Yuduo who was still wrapped in the sheets by himself.
Jiang Yuduo should have returned to normal, but Cheng Ke can't judge whether he will attack again and how amazing the intensity will be.
In fact, from the time he knew Jiang Yuduo, he sometimes felt that this person was nagging, but he never thought about it carefully, except that he and Jiang Yuduo were not familiar enough to explore so deeply. He has some unnoticeable goodwill towards Jiang Yuduo.
Whether this good feeling comes from the person himself, or because he is now experiencing the biggest change in his life, in short, it exists objectively.
Now that he suddenly needs to face such a Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke suddenly feels a little confused.
He stood by the bed and looked at Jiang Yuduo, who was still lying quietly in the sheets. He didn't know if he should say something at this moment, or should he just stand there, or open the sheets to see what Jiang Yuduo was doing. hand.
After standing for a while, his right shoulder started to hurt a little, which was where Jiang Yuduo had bitten him before.
He walked to the closet, opened the door and pulled out the full-length mirror inside, but after the mirror was facing him, the first thing he saw was Jiang Yuduo on the bed, seeing that he was not moving, then he looked over his shoulder Look, you can see blood oozing from the white T-shirt.
Jiang Yuduo took this bite very seriously. He tore off his collar and broke three holes, all of which were round and swollen.
But more than the bite, the punch he was smashed in the face bothered him more.
too obvious.
The underside of the right eye was red, swollen and blue.
He sighed, closed the cabinet door, glanced at Jiang Yuduo again, walked out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen.
There was no ice cubes in the refrigerator, but there was yogurt. He took a can and pressed it in the corner of his eyes. He didn't go back to the bedroom, and sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze.
In fact, Chen Qing came very quickly. In half an hour, the doorbell was rang, but when Cheng Ke went to open the door, he still felt that the time passed too slowly.
"Third brother!" As soon as the door opened, Chen Qing's voice squeezed in, "Are you alright!"
Jiang Yuduo in the bedroom did not answer.
"Jaeger-LeCoultre, are you alright..." Chen Qing saw Cheng Ke's face when he came in, and was stunned for a while, and immediately suppressed his voice, "Why... do your eyes hurt? Do you want to go have a look? I drove here."
"Look at you first..." Cheng Ke pointed to the bedroom.
Originally, he was a little worried that Chen Qing would make a fuss when he saw Jiang Yuduo being wrapped in an old Beijing chicken roll, but when he turned around, he found that Jiang Yuduo had come out of the sheets at some point and was sitting on the edge of the bed. , as usual except for a little messy hair.
Cheng Ke was stunned.
"Third brother?" Chen Qing walked over, "How are you?"
"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo supported his left wrist with his right hand.
"He probably dislocated his wrist," Cheng Ke looked at Jiang Yuduo, "I just... I might have gotten stronger."
Chen Qing looked down at his hand: "Dislocated?"
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
Before Cheng Ke said to go to the clinic, he had grabbed his left hand with his right hand, and then pulled it out sharply.
"You!" Cheng Ke only felt a huge pain in his wrist and turned his head quickly.
He knew that Jiang Yuduo was resetting his dislocated wrist, but the visual experience of the doctor's help was completely different from that of himself pulling the wrist.
But in the corner of the light, he could see that Chen Qing seemed calmer than him, standing in front of Jiang Yuduo without moving, just staring at his still struggling hand.
"Alright?" Chen Qing asked after a while.
"Well," Jiang Yuduo stood up, "wait for me downstairs."
Chen Qing glanced at Cheng Ke and turned away.
Cheng Ke felt that Jiang Yuduo wanted to say something, explain, or apologize.
But they just stood face to face for a minute, but Jiang Yuduo didn't say a word.
Cheng Ke also wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it either.
After being stunned for a while, Jiang Yu moved, turned around and went to the bedside to put on his clothes and trousers.
It was only then that Cheng Ke was shocked to find that Jiang Yuduo was wearing only one pair of underwear all the time. The fight was probably too exciting, and he didn't notice it at all.
Jiang Yuduo put on his clothes, took the mobile phone, lowered his head and poked it a few times, Cheng Ke heard his mobile phone ring in the living room.
"I sent you Chen Qing's number," Jiang Yuduo put the mobile phone in his pocket. "In the future... he will collect the rent. If anything is broken and needs to be repaired or replaced, you can call him."
"Oh." Cheng Ke responded.
"Where are you still hurt?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
Cheng Ke touched the corners of his swollen eyes, it hurt a little, but the rest of the body was fine, except for the shoulders, he didn't feel anything, he shook his head: "No."
Jiang Yuduo nodded, stood for another two seconds, walked past him, left the bedroom, and then the door rang and Jiang Yu took it away.
Cheng Ke sighed, sat on the bed, and stared at the floor.
Should say sorry.
Jiang Yu had some regrets after he got into the elevator.
But sorry it doesn't seem to work.
The more serious the matter, the weaker and weaker I am.
And from childhood to adulthood, the frequency of using these three words is probably not much higher than I believe you, without this habit, without this awareness.
And today he has already said sorry to Cheng Ke once.
Sorry twice in one day.
It sounds very ridiculous and very insincere.
Perhaps the most sincere way now is to no longer appear in Cheng Ke's life.
Chen Qing drove the car downstairs, and Jiang Yu got into the car.
As soon as the car door was closed, he touched his pocket and wanted to get a cigarette, but the pocket was empty, it should have been in Cheng Ke's house.
"You still have to fix that hand?" Chen Qing took his cigarette and lighter and handed it to him.
"Well," Jiang Yuduo lit a cigarette, "I'll just go back and deal with it."
"Is the Jaeger-LeCoultre's eye all right? I think it's very swollen." Chen Qing said.
"I don't know," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "call him and ask when you have time."
"Okay." Chen Qing started the car and drove towards the gate.
"I gave him your number," Jiang Yuduo said, "you will collect the rent in the future."
"Okay," Chen Qing nodded, looked at him after thinking about it, hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked as if he made up his mind, "You haven't been like this for a long time, haven't you? Confessing the wrong person or something."
"I was watching a ghost movie last night," Jiang Yuduo opened the skylight a crack, "I guess he was frightened."
"Why are you two so boring, I guess you're either playing with your paintings or watching ghost movies," Chen Qing sighed, "How comfortable is it to eat, barbecue and drink some wine."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and looked up at the slit in the skylight.
Chen Qing was still considerate today, and he kept sending him home without speaking.
After entering the house, I helped him fix his wrist with a bandage and then went to work.
Jiang Yuduo stood by the window and looked out from the crack of the curtain.
It has been a long time indeed, since he beat Chen Qing violently a few years ago, he has never been in such a situation again.
Maybe you shouldn't watch ghost movies.
He rarely watches ghost movies, or rather he rarely watches movies.
No matter what kind of film, what kind of story, there will always be one or two points, even completely irrelevant points that he can't understand why, will remind him of some details from the past.
The ghost movie is more direct and scary.
No matter what kind of fear, it is fear.
Once the fear was really hooked, even if he kept telling himself that it was not true, it no longer worked.
Until Cheng Ke walked in front of him, he was immersed in fear.
You are a dog, now a puppy, later a big dog.
do you have a name The name was given to you by me, and of course you can take it away.
Squat down! stand up! Squat down! stand up! run! run! run!
Don't close your eyes, don't look anywhere else, stare at your opponent!
You only have one chance to shoot, if he doesn't fall, you will fall, don't give him a chance to get up...
Any time, any place, there will be opponents.
…
Jiang Yuduo had been standing by the window, watching the light outside become brighter and brighter, then dazzling, then slowly dimmed, and finally turned into a dim yellow.
No suspicious figure was seen, no suspicious movement was heard.
Maybe I have become dull. It has been a long time since I left those days, and the sharpness that can be maintained under high-intensity and high-pressure training is gradually receding.
"It's okay, you are all safe in the future, you are all safe, no one will hurt you again, no one will hurt you again."
Someone said this to him.
But he couldn't remember who the man was.
He only knows that he can't trust anyone who shows his favor, and that any behavior that makes you relax your vigilance will be the next attack.
But he believed it, very seriously.
Because this is what he has been looking forward to.
Unfortunately.
After so many years, he still can't get rid of those people, those memories, and those hurts.
Just like in the past, neither light nor heavy, not fatal, but very painful.
The only change is that he won't talk to people about the past or tell anyone who they are, no one will believe it, and he doesn't want to be considered a lunatic.
A car drove past the window, stopped in front of the window, and honked its horn.
This is Chen Qing.
Jiang Yuduo went over and opened the door.
"I went to Ting Fu Lou and asked for a few dishes," Chen Qing carried two pockets into the house, "It's all your favorite food."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo nodded.
"Did I turn on the light?" Chen Qing asked with his hand on the light switch.
"Let's go." Jiang Yuduo sat down beside the table.
Chen Qing turned on the light and came over to help him take out all the food and put it on the table: "Eat, I'll go home first."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
Chen Qing is a fool most of the time, but at the moment, he has been handling this situation very well and will give him enough time to stay by himself.
"Tomorrow, building No. 3 will collect rent," Chen Qing said. "Am I going too?"
"I'll go." Jiang Yuduo said that Chen Qing could collect the rent from Cheng Ke's place, but he had to pay for the rent here himself. He didn't want Lu Qian to have any ideas.
"Okay." Chen Qing poured him a glass of water, then opened the door and left.
Jiang Yuduo has no appetite. Even if he can smell the delicious food, it's all the ones he usually likes to eat, but he still has no appetite.
However, he still picked up his chopsticks and ate all the food in one bite.
Finally hiccups.
The phone was ringing in the living room. Cheng Ke stood in front of the gas stove and looked at the pot on the stove, not wanting to pick it up at all.
He was depressed and took out half a stomach fire. He originally thought that it should be easy to cook white porridge, but it took him an hour to cook only a pot of boiling water to make rice.
Only today did he feel that it was very inconvenient not to have a rice cooker in the kitchen, even though he had lived for so long, he cooked porridge this time.
If I knew that I ordered takeout directly, I really overestimated my cooking skills.
When the phone rang for the second time, he turned around and went to the living room to take a look. To his surprise, Chen Qing called.
He picked up the phone: "Hello?"
"Brother Ji," Chen Qing's voice came out, "Have you eaten yet?"
Cheng Ke was unable to correct the new name, and just replied, "No, I'm working on it."
"You cook?" Chen Qing was very surprised, "Not very safe, right?"
Cheng Ke didn't speak. He didn't know whether the insecurity thought he would blow up the kitchen or poison himself.
"Would you like me to bring you some over there?" Chen Qing said, "I just went to Ting Fu Lou to buy food, and I gave some to my third brother, and there's more."
"No, no," Cheng Ke said quickly, "I've already done it."
"Didn't you just say you're doing it?" Chen Qing said.
"Yes, it's done now." Cheng Ke replied.
"...Oh, that's pretty fast," Chen Qing said. "What, I'll ask, how is your injury? Does it affect your eyesight?"
In fact, the punch didn't hit his eyes, but Cheng Ke still blinked subconsciously, looked around again, and then replied, "It doesn't matter."
"Why don't you go to the hospital for a look?" Chen Qing's tone was not very reassuring, "In this case... the third brother must have a heavy hand."
When Chen Qing mentioned Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke paused and hesitated: "If you don't want to, bring the dishes."
"Ah?" Chen Qing was stunned.
"I have wine here," Cheng Ke said, "let's eat together."
Chen Qing said for a long time, "What do you want to do?"
"...What can I do?" Cheng Ke said.
Chen Qing was silent for a while before speaking: "Okay, I'll go over now."
Cheng Ke poured out half of the water in the pot of boiling water for soaking the rice, then put the pot back on the stove and continued to cook. Maybe if the water dries up, he can still get a pot of white rice
However, the first sentence after Chen Qing came over made his dream shattered.
"You really are a young master," Chen Qing sighed and turned off the fire. "If you kneel down for it, it won't turn into rice again."
"Oh." Cheng Ke also sighed.
"I have rice there, three boxes," Chen Qing said, "enough."
Cheng Ke took a few plates to the living room a little depressed, and poured the food brought by Chen Qing into the plates.
"It's very particular," Chen Qing sat down, "Isn't the lunch box the same?"
"It looks comfortable," Cheng Ke took a bottle of red wine and put it on the table. "Are you used to it? I don't have white wine here."
"It's all the same," Chen Qing poured two glasses, "I don't dare to drive after drinking white."
"...You can't drive after drinking this." Cheng Ke looked at him.
"It doesn't matter." Chen Qing said, "Including my driving without a license before, I have been an old driver for many years."
"This is drunk driving." Cheng Ke held his glass.
"Damn it," Chen Qing looked at him, and then waved his hand after a while, "Okay, okay, I won't drink anymore."
"You can take a taxi and go back after a drink," Cheng Ke said. "Come back tomorrow to get the car."
Chen Qing didn't speak. It seemed that he was fighting fiercely in his heart. He wanted to drink, but he didn't want to make a trip tomorrow to get the car.
"Well," Cheng Ke thought for a while, "give me the address, and I'll drive you there tomorrow."
After all, calling Chen Qing over today was not just for drinking and eating.
"That's fine!" Chen Qing slapped his leg immediately, and then looked at him again, "Do you have a book?"
"I got the A2 book." Cheng Ke said.
"Damn it, why are you taking a big book test?" Chen Qing was very surprised.
"It's fun," Cheng Ke said.
"It's fun..." Chen Qing took out the car keys and put them on the table. "Drive carefully. This car belongs to the customer. It was painted yesterday."
"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.
Chen Qing took a glass of wine and took a sip of wine, then grabbed a piece of spareribs and bit it.
Cheng Ke was thinking about how to speak without being too abrupt. Chen Qing looked at him and smiled: "Actually, I know why you are doing this today."
"Huh?" Cheng Ke glanced at him.
"If you didn't want to ask about my third brother," Chen Qing said, "you wouldn't be able to ask me to come to your house for dinner in your life."
"Don't be so absolute." Cheng Ke said.
"It's so absolute," Chen Qing said, "I don't mean anything else, that's right, I and you are not the same way, you don't say that you are educated, but you definitely don't look down on me in your heart, you Same with the third brother, not the same way."
Cheng Ke didn't say anything.
"But you won't look down on him," Chen Qing said. "He's different from us. Strictly speaking, he's not from the same road. He just accidentally ran into him."
Cheng Ke smiled, Chen Qing was not stupid all the time.
"So just say it straight, don't go around the corner, we are on the street, we have everything to say," Chen Qing said, "but if we can talk about it, I can't guarantee it."
"Is President Jiang Yuduo like this?" Cheng Ke asked.
"What? Hit someone suddenly?" Chen Qing frowned, "Didn't I say, he hasn't been like this for several years, and he hit me once before."
"He hit you?" Cheng Ke asked.
"Well," Chen Qing nodded, "he didn't know what he was thinking that day. I thought he was playing with his mobile phone, so I went over and photographed him, and he was beaten, but he stopped after a few hits."
Cheng Ke remembered the moment Jiang Yuduo slammed his arm on the mattress today, if there was no such gap.
"He is... why?" Cheng Ke asked again.
Chen Qing glanced at him, didn't speak, and buried his head in the food.
"I was beaten by him early this morning," Cheng Ke said, "I have to know why?"
"What's the reason?" Chen Qing sighed. "He's nervous every day. Otherwise, what should he do if he doesn't find out if there is any danger? If he is too nervous, he will accidentally get hurt."
Cheng Ke didn't speak, feeling that Chen Qing's explanation was reasonable and there was nothing wrong, but he felt that it was definitely not the case.
"What's the danger?" Cheng Ke asked, "Is it related to his childhood?"
Chen Qing raised his head: "Did he tell you about his childhood?"
"I mentioned a few words," Cheng Ke said, "I didn't say too much detail."
Chen Qing stared at him for a while: "Then I can't say more."
"Do you know a lot?" Cheng Ke asked again.
"I've known him for many years," Chen Qing said. "I've known him since he came here."
Cheng Ke filled his glass with wine: "Then when he was young..."
"I won't tell you," Chen Qing said. "Really, don't ask me, I won't tell you a word."
Cheng Ke sighed, and after a while he asked again, "Who are 'they'? Does he think someone is following him?"
"Think?" Chen Qing frowned, "What does it mean to feel! It's what it is!"
Cheng Ke was stunned, is someone really following Jiang Yuduo
He always felt that Jiang Yuduo was not normal in this matter, was he wrong in his judgment
"Have you seen it?" Cheng Ke asked, "those who followed him?"
Chen Qing looked at him and took another piece of spareribs, chewing them as if in deep thought, until he swallowed the spareribs before saying, "No."
Cheng Ke was stunned again.
"You know, I'm not the same guy," Chen Qing said. "If it weren't for the third brother, I wouldn't know how many times I've been beaten, and I couldn't find any danger at all."
"You have never seen anyone following him," Cheng Ke said, "then why do you believe someone is following him?"
"Are you a fool?" Chen Qing glared at him.
"...Probably so." Cheng Ke was very helpless to be drawn to such a conclusion by Chen Qing.
"His wounds! Can't you see it?" Chen Qing continued to stare at him, "Every time he finds something wrong, he will get hurt! Haven't you seen it before! Who else would dare to look for it so endlessly? Is he in trouble? How many people can hurt him so easily!"
Cheng Ke was silent for a while: "then he was injured, have you seen it?"
"Nonsense, I have seen it." Chen Qing said.
"Have you seen him being hurt by the person who followed him?" Cheng Ke asked again.
"No," Chen Qing was a little impatient, "I said I haven't seen those people... No, what are you trying to say?"
"I meant to say..." Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, "Does Jiang Yuduo have any mental problems?"
"Fuck me?" Chen Qing looked at him, and after a while he threw his chopsticks, "I fucking think you have a mental illness! And you're seriously ill!"