When standing there waiting for the elevator, Cheng Ke felt that his whole body was frozen and stiff, and his muscles were tense and sore. There was only one elevator running at night. I don't know if someone came back from the night shift or someone wanted to get off. In just a few minutes, the elevator has already stopped. On the 10th floor, there is no meaning to stop.
"Fuck." Cheng Ke froze and jumped a bit, trying to move to warm himself up, but after jumping, he stopped. tiptoe.
Jiang Yuduo unzipped his jacket.
Cheng Ke glanced at him and immediately understood what he meant, so before he took off his coat, he said, "No!"
Jiang Yuduo hesitated for a moment, then closed the zipper again.
The elevator stopped at the 15th floor and started to go down.
Jiang Yuduo put his left hand in his pocket, leaned over to him, and squeezed him to the side with his elbow: "Stand on the side."
Cheng Ke was a little helpless, and took two steps to the side, staring at Jiang Yuduo's hand, for fear of his habit of holding a knife if he disagreed.
The elevator door opened, and Cheng Ke saw Jiang Yuduo's hand slightly raised.
A little girl came out. Cheng Ke had seen her. She lived on the 15th floor. She probably had something to go out at the moment, so she came out while on the phone.
When he looked up and saw Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke could see that she jumped and leaned back.
Jiang Yuduo, who doesn't look like a good person, stood at the elevator door at night, frowning, and anyone who came out would be startled by him.
If this is really a dangerous person, he would have to defeat Jiang Yuduo from the very beginning.
The little girl turned her head and saw Cheng Ke again, and relaxed, Cheng Ke smiled at her, and she gave Cheng Ke a surprised look: "Aren't you cold?"
"Cold," Cheng Ke said, following Jiang Yuduo into the elevator, "frozen to death."
"It's not cold if you dress like me." The little girl smiled and ran out, looking very happy.
A car stopped at the entrance of the corridor, a young man jumped out of the car, the little girl rushed up to hug him, and then there was a passionate kiss, and they had not finished kissing when the elevator door closed.
"It's ridiculous." Cheng Ke smiled and leaned against the car wall to look at the floor numbers.
Out of the corner of the light, Jiang Yuduo could be seen, standing silently facing the door.
Cheng Ke was inexplicable and a little annoyed. When the elevator door opened on the floor, he pushed Jiang Yuduo away who wanted to go out first, rushed out, and then glanced at Jiang Yu who was still standing in the elevator as if in a demonstration. take.
Jiang Yuduo stood still, the elevator door began to close.
Hold
Cheng Ke was stunned for a while, very strong.
Just when he was about to scold someone, Jiang Yuduo reached out and shook his hand in the middle of the door, and walked out.
It was freezing outside, and I didn't feel anything but cold, but as soon as he got inside the room to warm up, Cheng Ke ran into the bathroom and sneezed ten times.
"Fuck," he washed his face, and when he came out, things shook a little, "this sneeze has made me deprived of oxygen."
"Drink some of that ginger candy water," Jiang Yuduo hugged Meow, who climbed up along his legs, "I checked and said that drinking some of that cold is good, and it can prevent it."
"Do I have ginger here? No," Cheng Ke fell on the sofa. "Do I have brown sugar here? No."
Jiang Yuduo hesitated for a moment, then took out a bag of things from his coat pocket.
Cheng Ke looked at it: "What?"
"Ginger and brown sugar." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Where did it come from?" Cheng Ke was very surprised.
"When I went back to get the cat in the morning, I got it from the kitchen. I have it there." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke looked at him and said nothing.
He probably thought about bringing these here to cook and drink, but he was kicked out as soon as he entered the door, until now.
"I'll cook," Cheng Ke stood up, although he could still remember the scene where he burned his couple in anger when he saw Jiang Yuduo, but the guilt was real, "You I have to sweat or something, and I've been freezing all night... for a day, right?"
"No, I've been in the security room before, listening to the security guard tell me stories." Jiang Yuduo took off his jacket.
Cheng Ke didn't know what to say, so he took the bag of sugar and Jiang into the kitchen, thought about it, and then exited: "How many meals do you eat a day? I fed it three times today, a small scratch each time, two times. Canned food."
"Almost, I just feed it casually. It's very rough. It doesn't matter if you give more or less." Jiang Yuduo picked up the meow hanging on his pants and threw it on the sofa.
"You... take your temperature again," Cheng Ke said. "Boil this ginger syrup first."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo nodded.
Ginger syrup.
As the name suggests, it is water boiled with ginger and sugar.
So it should be just like what he thought. Put ginger and sugar in water and boil it. Anyway, this kind of drink for preventing and curing diseases doesn't pay attention to the taste.
He looked into the bag, three pieces of ginger and four strips of reddish-brown objects, which should be brown sugar.
It seemed like the first time he saw brown sugar.
He hesitated, took a small piece from the bag and put it in his mouth.
Yo!
delicious!
Very fragrant sweetness.
There were no more broken pieces in the bag. He picked up a whole piece and wanted to break it a little and eat it, but after breaking it twice, he found that the candy was quite strong, and he rubbed his hands together and did not break it off.
He held the candy, hesitant.
But now he was a little hungry. After all, he didn't eat dinner in a fit of rage before, but now, with a mouthful of brown sugar, all the greedy worms in his stomach that were already starving into little souls were resurrected.
So after hesitating for two seconds, he took a bite directly on the sugar.
Ouch delicious.
He took another bite with satisfaction, okay, just eat half a piece, it shouldn't affect the sweetness of the ginger syrup for a while...
He turned around and reached for a pot on the back shelf to boil water.
It stopped halfway through.
Jiang Yuduo was standing at the door of the kitchen looking at him.
"Damn it, why don't you make a sound?" The lump of brown sugar in Cheng Ke's mouth made him confused when he spoke.
"...You have eaten that piece. This candy is quite sweet, and it doesn't cost as much as four pieces." Jiang Yuduo said.
"No," Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed, and quickly swallowed the candy in his mouth and took the pot to collect the water, "I just tasted it... I'm a little hungry."
"Why didn't you order takeout?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"It's not delicious," Cheng Ke said.
"You didn't eat it, chopsticks are clean," Jiang Yuduo said, "You know it's not delicious?"
"When you see that there is no soup in that dish, there is no appetite at all," Cheng Ke took a pot of water, took out the ginger from the bag, washed it, and then threw it into the pot together with a few pieces of brown sugar , "I like a little sauce to mix with rice..."
"You just cook like this?" Jiang Yuduo interrupted him in shock.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke hurriedly held up the pot that had been placed on the stove, "Isn't it ginger syrup?"
"Come on," Jiang Yuduo walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and took out the ginger from the pot, "this has to be chopped."
"Why?" Cheng Ke asked.
"If you don't cut it, it won't taste good," Jiang Yuduo said. "Is it useless if you drink it?"
"Isn't it a mouthful of ginger foam? I don't drink it." Cheng Ke said.
Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, put Jiang on the chopping board, picked up the knife, and before he could react, he slammed the knife on Jiang.
Cheng Ke was so frightened by the movement that he almost threw out the pot he was holding: "Why!"
"If you don't chop it, just slap it, so that you won't eat a mouthful of ginger foam." Jiang Yuduo put the chopped ginger into the pot.
"Oh," Cheng Ke put the pot back on the stove, "just together?"
"It's too smelly to put in, I can't stand it." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Then you still have three dollars." Cheng Ke hit the gas stove.
"It should be the more the better, so I took three pieces..." Jiang Yuduo was speaking, and the phone in his pocket rang, "You can cook it, I'll answer the call... Xu Ding's?"
"Come on." Cheng Ke said.
Jiang Yuduo answered the phone: "Hello?"
Cheng Ke looked at the remaining two pieces of ginger. To be honest, Jiang Yuduo's face was not very good at the moment. At first he thought it was frozen, but after entering the house for so long, he still looked a little dark. The burn has not subsided.
He picked up the knife and put the two pieces of ginger on the chopping board. Following Jiang Yuduo's example, he slapped the two knives on it. Jiang Yuduo suddenly turned around and stared at him. He glanced at Jiang Yuduo. , threw the ginger into the pot.
"Who can drink this." Jiang Yuduo pointed at the pot with a pained face after calling.
"You, the person with a fever," Cheng Ke said, "what is Xu Ding looking for you for?"
"Let me watch your sand painting video tomorrow, saying it's fun." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Oh, let's go then," Cheng Ke nodded, "it's fun."
"Is it appropriate for me to go?" Jiang Yuduo asked, "Is it different from performing, will it cause trouble?"
Cheng Ke leaned against the wall and looked at him: "Don't you go if it's not suitable? Didn't you say that you can go wherever I go?"
Jiang Yuduo did not speak.
"If you don't want to go, don't go," Cheng Ke said. "Xu Ding just asked, just tell him you don't want to go."
"I'll go." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke sighed, and after organizing the language for a long time, he spoke again: "Jiang Yuduo."
"Ah." Jiang Yuduo responded.
"I don't know why you are like this," Cheng Ke said. "Do you care so much about every friend, or give people such a feeling..."
Jiang Yuduo looked at him and didn't seem to understand.
"I can't do this to an ordinary friend like me, and I won't do this to an ordinary friend," Cheng Ke also looked at him, "I definitely can't say anything to you, after all..."
He swept Jiang Yuduo up and down a few times: "You're like... It's very attractive to me."
Jiang Yuduo opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak.
"Fuck you pretty little cutie, and again, you have to drink this pot of ginger syrup with your fucking face." Cheng Ke said.
"I didn't mean to say this." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Then I'll talk to you after I finish." Cheng Ke said.
"Well." Jiang Yuduo nodded.
"For me, your 24-hour guarding state is not an ordinary friend," Cheng Ke didn't intend to make it too complicated, "If you want me to hold back so you can't see it, don't let it go. I have an unstoppable chance."
"...Huh?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him in confusion.
"Apart from the normal interactions with ordinary friends," Cheng Ke said, "if you don't plan to tell me why, stay away from me."
"I am..." Jiang Yuduo frowned.
"I know, you are afraid that I am in danger," Cheng Ke said, "but whether I am in danger or not has nothing to do with you, and you don't have to protect me to this extent, you are beyond the scope of my friends in my concept, understand ?"
Jiang Yu looked at him, and his expression returned to confusion.
"If you still do this, I will acquiesce that you have ideas about me." Cheng Ke said.
"What?" Jiang Yuduo was shocked.
"Okay, I'm done," Cheng Ke glanced at the bubbling sugar water, and could already smell the strong ginger smell, "Go take a break, have you finished taking your body temperature?"
Jiang Yuduo looked down at himself, patted him again, and the thermometer fell out from the corner of his clothes.
But before the thermometer hit the ground, Jiang Yuduo had already bent down and caught it.
"God's reaction." Cheng Ke said.
"38... 37." Jiang Yuduo said while looking at the thermometer.
"There's no difference between 38 and 37," Cheng Ke said. "Your fever hasn't gone away at all."
Jiang Yuduo flicked the thermometer and clamped it again.
"What did you just say?" Cheng Ke asked.
Jiang Yuduo thought for a long time: "...I forgot."
Cheng Ke turned around and looked at the sugar water in the pot: "Can you drink this after you open it?"
"Well." Jiang Yuduo replied.
"Go out and rest." Cheng Ke said.
After hearing Jiang Yuduo turn and leave the kitchen, he supported the desk and let out a long sigh of relief.
After the sugar water was boiled, he took it out in two bowls and brought it to the living room.
Jiang Yuduo was sitting on the sofa with his head up and fell asleep.
But the slight sound when he put the bowl gently on the table made Jiang Yuduo suddenly open his eyes.
"Okay," Cheng Ke said, "one bowl per person."
Jiang Yuduo got up and sat at the table, then they both stared at the bowl of ginger-flavored sugar water in front of him.
"I have never drank brown sugar water with such a dark color." Jiang Yuduo said.
"As long as you can sweat," Cheng Ke said, "are you still worried about getting fat?"
"If I had known, I might as well have a cup of fresh ginger and milk." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Hurry up and drink!" Cheng Ke said, "I'm so sleepy that I want to sleep."
"Why do you have to hurry up?" Jiang Yuduo sighed, picked up the bowl and blew.
Cheng Ke whispered with him for two minutes before carefully licking along the edge of the bowl, and then put the bowl down: "I won't drink, I don't have a fever, I'll leave it to you."
Jiang Yuduo glanced at him: "Three pieces of Jiang Fang smashed the pot?"
Cheng Ke didn't speak, just stared at him.
Jiang Yuduo lowered his head and took two sips slowly, frowning.
"Come on." Cheng Ke said.
Although Jiang Yuduo drank in pain, he didn't stop. He drank the bowl of ginger sugar water in a short while, and Cheng Ke saw a thin layer of sweat beads on his forehead and the tip of his nose.
"It works, I'm sweating," he pushed his bowl over, "drink this too."
Jiang Yuduo reluctantly picked up the bowl, closed his eyes and frowned and poured the bowl down.
After drinking the ginger syrup, Cheng Ke glanced at the time and went into the bathroom to wash.
It's very late. He has to shoot a video tomorrow. Although according to the old habits, Xu Ding's whole face is rarely photographed in the video, and the focus is on his hands, but occasionally there will be a corner of the face. In the mirror, he didn't want to sleep too late, so as not to be in a bad state, after all, it was work.
When he came out, Jiang Yuduo fell asleep on the sofa again.
He sighed, went into the room to get the bedding, put the pillows away, and then wrapped the quilt around Jiang Yuduo.
"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo opened his eyes in disbelief.
"Sleep," Cheng Ke grabbed his shoulder and pressed him onto the pillow, then grabbed Meow and tucked it next to his face, "Don't get up at night, if you dare to get up, I will slap you."
"Impossible," Jiang Yuduo said, "you can't beat me."
"Shut up and sleep!" Cheng Ke roared.
Jiang Yuduo closed his eyes, turned around and buried his face in Meow's stomach.
Cheng Ke entered the room and closed the bedroom door.
After lying on the bed, he let out a long sigh of relief.
Jiang Yuduo's words have been made clear to Jiang Yuduo, whether Jiang Yuduo can understand it or not, and when he can understand it, he is much more relaxed.
But I still couldn't help but review what I said several times, for fear that any sentence I didn't say would make me embarrassed.
And following his habit, he was talking in his dreams all night.
Like a fucking speech, I woke myself up several times.
When he got up in the morning and walked into the living room, Jiang Yuduo's first sentence when he saw him was: "You were talking in your sleep yesterday."
"What did you say?" Cheng Ke asked in horror.
"I can't hear you through the door, you mumble," Jiang Yuduo said, "Are you still talking in your sleep?"
He could hear it through the door, and Cheng Ke felt that he was probably giving a speech.
"I don't know, probably for the first time." Cheng Ke entered the bathroom.
Jiang Yuduo took his mobile phone and looked at it. He would be there in about twenty minutes earlier.
"I bought it a little earlier," he said to the bathroom, "you tiao soy milk, okay?"
"I bought everything and asked a fart." Cheng Ke said inside.
Jiang Yuduo put down his phone, walked to the window and looked downstairs.
Cheng Ke shouted loudly in his sleep last night, and it wasn't that he didn't understand it at all, he could only say that he didn't understand.
"A lot of things are not what you want to do!"
"I just want to know! Why do cats shed hair!"
"How much should I eat in one meal! What kind of twice-cooked pork!"
Probably also read poems, what is it, what sound is still alive or friendly...
Jiang Yuduo wanted to laugh a little when he thought about it, but he didn't tell Cheng Ke, Cheng Ke had a low face, and he would definitely get angry if he said so much in the middle of the night.
When you are not reading poetry, the tone is better than asking why the cat is shedding.
He glanced at Meow, and it is said that there should be no hair loss now, Meow has been growing hair now, and it is almost a ball...
After breakfast, Cheng Ke called Xu Ding and asked what time he would arrive.
"Clean up and go out in 20 minutes," Cheng Ke looked at him after calling, "Do you still have a fever?"
"It's not burning anymore, I've been sweating all night, I just got up and took a shower," Jiang Yuduo glanced at the quilt on the sofa with some worry, "the quilt covers it for washing."
"Well, come back and wash today," Cheng Ke said. "I'll change another one. Just when you're here, you can put the quilt over it."
"Didn't you learn?" Jiang Yuduo was stunned.
"Do you want me to cover your soiled quilt?" Cheng Ke clicked his tongue.
"Oh." Jiang Yuduo nodded, "Will it be Xu Ding driving over later?"
"Well, he has just received a model." Cheng Ke said.
"Model?" Jiang Yuduo was stunned, "Do you still need a model for sand painting? Paint on a model?"
"...What do you think?" Cheng Ke laughed.
"Why do you want a model?" Jiang Yuduo didn't particularly understand, but thought it was very advanced.
"Hey," Cheng Ke looked at him, "your idea is really okay, but it may not be easy to express..."
Jiang Yuduo waited for Cheng Ke to speak, but Cheng Ke's eyes had drifted away, as if he was thinking.
When Xu Ding's car got downstairs, Jiang Yuduo and Cheng Ke just came out of the elevator.
"Have you eaten breakfast?" Xu Ding sat in the cab and opened the window to greet them both.
"Eat." Cheng Ke opened the car door.
"Brother Cheng." The person sitting in the co-pilot turned his head.
"This is Lin Xu, today's model," Xu Ding introduced, "Cheng Ke, you must know, this is his friend, Jiang Yuduo, call him third brother."
"Third brother." Lin Xu smiled at Jiang Yuduo again.
"Ah." Jiang Yuduo responded.
When he saw Lin Xu's face clearly, he was a little surprised. This was probably the most handsome person he had ever seen in real life. The model really looks different from ordinary people.
After sitting in the car, Xu Ding handed a few pages to Cheng Ke: "You can take a look at the details that haven't been decided that day. It's mainly about the places where you interact with Lin Xu."
"Well." Cheng Ke took it.
"Brother Cheng, take care of me, I have never photographed this kind of thing before," Lin Xu said. "It's mostly flat."
"It's okay, I didn't take any pictures," Cheng Ke looked at him, "Did I see your photos at Xu Ding's place? It looks familiar."
"Maybe," Xu Ding smiled, "I have some pictures of models there."
"Generally handsome, I will have an impression." Cheng Ke lowered his head and began to read the content on the paper.
Jiang Yuduo turned to look at Cheng Ke.
I don't know if this Lin Xu is considered... But he is indeed handsome, Cheng Ke looked at Lin Xu several times and it was obvious.
But to be honest, he admires Cheng Ke a little bit. He can put things like "I see you familiar" with "Have we met before?" Children are not objectionable.
Maybe it was because Cheng Ke didn't smile the whole time. When he said these words, Jiang Yuduo felt inexplicably oppressive, and suddenly he couldn't talk to the man who couldn't even boil the ginger syrup. Get in touch.