Cheng Ke watched Jiang Yuduo get up, then walked out the door, and then Chen Qing also flung his legs and walked out. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when Chen Qing pulled the door around, and with a "bang", he was shocked. Almost fell off the chair and sat there for a while before regaining his senses.
In fact, although the sound of Chen Qing closing the door was quite loud, he was not completely unprepared, so he just walked sideways to Chen Qing, and the sound was not small. He didn't know why he reacted so loudly.
Maybe because of unease.
A shell, no matter what kind of shell it is, is always a shell, without the conditions for pretending to be safe.
Since the day Cheng Ke knew the word sense of security, he felt that he lacked it, very lacking.
Especially when you need to "face", no matter what.
When he came out of the house, he was only wearing more clothes than Guoben. When he left, he didn't think too much, he felt panicked and couldn't breathe, as long as he could open the door and go out.
It's pretty simple to think about, let's talk about it when we go out, talk to anyone who wants to stay at home for a few days, and talk about it when things come to the front...
In the end, he didn't wait for him to pose, and the whole thing was filmed like this, and it was all inexplicable emergencies, and he was overwhelmed and confused.
From childhood to adulthood, the biggest thing he has ever dealt with is a fight with Cheng Yi, and he didn't handle it well. Cheng Yi smashed his head and sued first. He was so angry that he kicked Cheng Yi in front of his father. With one kick, he was beaten by his father from the second floor to the yard.
... stupid.
Cheng Ke stood up, walked behind the door, looked out from the cat's eyes, there was no one in the corridor, he opened the door.
The key Jiang Yuduo gave him was very cute, with a keychain with a cat's head hanging on it. He took out the key and tried the lock, unlocked it and locked it, and then closed the door.
He held the key for a while, but he didn't know where to put it. He didn't have the key in his memory. He didn't need a key at home, and he didn't need a key in his room. Not even needed.
In the end, Cheng Ke put the key in his trousers pocket, and now he has to go back to Xu Ding's house, put the key back to the property, and by the way, he will bring over the stockpiles he bought.
But when he saw these stockpiles, he wanted to give up.
He leaned against the door frame of the bathroom and looked at the items on the shelf, wondering how he brought the pile back that day.
But after watching for a few minutes, he still took a pocket and put all these things in it. He had almost no luggage. He just bought a few clothes. Too few things will aggravate the anxiety of "coming out and ordering from today." It feels like he needs some luggage.
In the end, he walked out of the room with a heavy bag of things in his hand. He didn't know if he felt better, but he knew that the bag gave him a headache.
He went to the property with the bag to return the keys, then walked out of the community with the bag, and then stood by the roadside with the bag to take a taxi. He didn't get a taxi for five minutes. He began to regret it, and he left the things at his feet and didn't want them anymore.
A taxi came over, and Cheng Ke was about to raise his hand to say hello, when two little girls next to him reported the license plate number while looking at their mobile phones: "This is the one."
Cheng Ke watched them get into the car, and then watched the car drive away.
Ah, this is a fucking car called from a cell phone.
Cheng Ke took out his mobile phone. He had never used any taxi-hailing software, because he couldn't use it, and he didn't even use his mobile phone to pay for it.
He temporarily downloaded a taxi app, and after researching how to use it, an empty taxi drove past him when he was about to order a taxi.
I don't know if he didn't look like the person who was about to take a taxi, and the car didn't even slow down to see if he wanted to take a taxi.
Cheng Ke looked at the passing car and said with emotion, "Fuck."
The software prompted that a driver had taken the order. During the waiting process, Cheng Ke kept praying silently that no cars would pass by. It was probably bad luck. The car passed him.
A black Volkswagen pulled up beside him, he stepped aside, the car honked its horn and lowered the window.
"Is that you?" the driver yelled at him.
"What?" Cheng Ke looked at the driver.
"Is that the car you called?" the driver asked.
Cheng Ke was stunned: "I called a taxi."
"You called the express," the driver said. "Check the license plate and model."
"...Oh." Cheng Ke glanced at his phone, and it did say the model and license plate.
After getting in the car, the driver looked at him and smiled: "Don't you use this often?"
"I haven't used it." Cheng Ke answered truthfully.
"Really," the driver was a little surprised, "this is so convenient, it's really uncommon for young people to use it now."
"I'm probably not a young man," Cheng Ke said.
When he took out the door key with the dead pocket, Cheng Ke suddenly felt uneasy. He stared at the door lock, hesitantly put his ear to the door and listened.
Jiang Yuduo's old age makes him feel that his spirit is not normal. Now he lives in a house that does not allow changing the locks and Jiang Yuduo still has keys. With the general protection law.
The door was very quiet and couldn't hear anything. Cheng Ke thought about it and thought he was a little funny, but when he opened the door, he carefully glanced in again before entering the house, and then locked the door from the inside. up.
Cheng Ke threw the things in his hand to the ground, fell on the sofa, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.
After lying down for an unknown time, his back was a little numb before he sat up again, glanced at the time, and realized that he must have fallen asleep. It has been two hours since he entered the door.
hungry.
Cheng Ke got up and walked around the kitchen. There were kitchen utensils, but he couldn't tell if they were all ready. Then he put his stockpile in the bathroom, and the shelves were filled in an instant, looking like supermarket shelves. .
After staring for a while, he took these things down again and put them in the cabinet.
When he walked around the bedroom and returned to the living room, Cheng Ke suddenly felt very irritable.
very irritable.
He originally thought that the house had been rented, the key had been obtained, and people had moved in, and that was the end of the matter.
As a result, he found that he still needed to buy quilts, pillows, sheets and covers, and he didn't change his shoes after entering the house because there were no slippers...
"Ah!" Cheng Ke slammed himself into the sofa, and kicked his feet against the armrest of the sofa, "It's annoying!"
"This is delicious, this bibimbap sauce," Chen Qing picked up a bottle and put it into the supermarket trolley. "There are meat particles in it, especially big ones."
"You can't just buy meat if you want to eat meat," Jiang Yuduo said, "point to the bit of meat in the bibimbap sauce, do you have a bite if you add a piece?"
"Almost," Chen Qing said, "I don't have a big mouth."
"I don't want to talk to you," Jiang Yuduo said, "I beg you to go home for dinner tonight."
"My aunt is at my house and doesn't want to go back. She's very annoying," Chen Qing frowned. "When she's in a bad mood, she comes to my house to pick on me, and she doesn't know where she got the habit."
"I don't have a good mood when I see you." Jiang Yuduo said.
"There's cat food over there," Chen Qing pointed to the front, "Do you want to buy some for the kittens?"
"It eats." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Why do you need to eat when you have cat food?" Chen Qing asked.
"If you don't buy it, you don't have it. If you don't have it, you can eat it," Jiang Yuduo looked at him. "I even bought cat food when I picked up a stray cat. It used to eat garbage."
"Then you bought canned food for it." Chen Qing said.
"You," Jiang Yuduo pointed at him, "go to the cashier to line up."
"Okay." Chen Qing nodded and turned to leave.
Jiang Yuduo pushed the cart and walked over to the shelf selling milk powder. He heard that the kitten wanted to drink goat milk, which would cause diarrhea and death.
"Damn, it's so expensive." He stared at the various milk powders on the shelf for a long time, then took two bags of goat milk powder and put them in the cart.
The shelves are a little narrow. He dragged the car back and walked out, taking another bag of baby milk powder as he walked. I don't know why he bought it, but he felt that it was delicious.
Just after exiting the passage, before turning around, Jiang Yuduo bumped into someone behind him.
"Sorry," he said.
The people behind him didn't speak.
Don't even say "it's okay"!
It's rare for an unqualified person like him to be polite, but he actually ran into someone who didn't respond!
What quality!
He turned his head and glared.
Accumulate home.
No, Cheng Ke.
Holding a basket, Cheng Ke stood behind and looked at him with an expression that didn't know whether it was shock or irritability or helplessness or disgust.
"Don't you even know it's okay to say it?" Jiang Yuduo glared at him.
Cheng Ke still looked at him, his complex expression turned into a kind of shock, and after a few seconds he said, "It's alright, you hit me in the wound, you'd be shocked if I didn't slap you. "
Jiang Yuduo glanced at his waist, which was quite unexpected.
He felt that he grasped it quite accurately that day. He should only be wearing clothes without touching his body, but he was actually injured
"Your waist is so thick?" He couldn't help but ask.
"What..." Cheng Ke was stunned for a moment, then seemed to suddenly lose interest in speaking and turned away.
"There is a cart," Jiang Yuduo saw that he had a lot of things in his basket, "Why carry a basket?"
Pushing a car is not easy to track, right
Carrying a basket while stalking and putting things in it, accidentally filling it up in the end
Cheng Ke turned around, walked back to him, and looked at him: "Do you have a pen and paper?"
"Yes." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Use it for me." Cheng Ke said.
Jiang Yuduo narrowed his eyes and took out a piece of cigarette paper and a ballpoint pen from his pocket.
Cheng Ke took it, lowered his head and wrote three words on the paper, then handed the pen and paper back to him.
Risperidone.
"What?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"You can buy it in pharmacies," Cheng Ke said, "for schizophrenia."
"Fuck you uncle." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Whatever." Cheng Ke turned around and left.
The basket was very heavy, and Cheng Ke felt a little sore when he held it, but Jiang Yuduo was still looking at him from behind, he couldn't walk too embarrassedly.
It's not that he didn't want to get a cart. He didn't see a cart at all. After entering the supermarket, he only saw a basket next to the shelf, and there was only one.
It wasn't until two rows of shelves were turned that he threw the basket on the ground: "Fuck."
So fucking sinking.
He glanced aside, a little girl in supermarket clothes was putting the goods on a cart on the shelf.
"Are you going to put all this on?" he asked.
"Yes." The little girl replied.
"Can I use this car?" he asked again.
"Huh?" The little girl was stunned.
"There are too many things," he pointed to the basket. "Does your cart have to step on the mechanism to appear?"
The little girl laughed: "The car is right at the door. As soon as you get up from the elevator, there are two rows."
"...That's it." Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little embarrassed, is he blind? Didn't see it
"You use this." The little girl took out the last thing.
"Thank you." Cheng Ke was very moved, and hurriedly put the contents in the basket.
What to buy next, he almost couldn't remember, staring at the things in the car again, only to remember that he was going to buy underwear.
Where are the panties, he turned around for a long time and didn't see it.
This supermarket is quite big, with countless shelves, like a maze. At first, he thought that the supermarket was probably U-shaped. After turning around for a while, he thought it might be a back character. After turning around for a while, he thought it might be a concave character. When he came out from between the shelves and met Jiang Yuduo head-on...
He thinks this supermarket should be fucking shit.
When Jiang Yuduo saw him, he was not surprised at all, he looked very calm, and even smiled at him with his arms on the car.
Cheng Ke twitched the corners of his mouth, but couldn't smile.
"What are you looking for?" Jiang Yuduo asked him with a smile.
"Underpants." Cheng Ke replied.
"Over there." Jiang Yuduo pointed behind him.
Cheng Ke looked over and saw a wall of bras.
Jiang Yuduo probably saw the anger in his heart, and added: "Underwear and underwear are all together, don't you know this?"
"Good night." Cheng Ke finished pushing the car and left.
Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at it for a while, and began to doubt his own judgment.
Although since Cheng Ke's appearance to the present, many details cannot be explained, and no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that there is a problem, but he really has no way to connect such a person with those people in the past.
If Cheng Ke really has a problem, then this time it is too out of line to play cards, it is simply novel and unique.
After Cheng Ke disappeared in the middle of the shelf, Jiang Yuduo sighed, turned his head and pushed the car towards the cashier, and saw Chen Qing standing next to the cashier and waving here.
"You're too slow," Chen Qing said, "I let a football team go."
"I can't pick and choose, it's all things that I have to eat every day," Jiang Yuduo said, "I don't have a sense of taste like you."
"I have a sense of taste," Chen Qing pulled the cart over and pushed it to the cashier. "I just don't have a very developed sense of taste. Simply put, I'm not as picky as you are."
"I'll wait for you outside." Jiang Yuduo gave Chen Qing his wallet and walked out of the supermarket.
It was getting dark early now, and just after get off work, it was already bright outside. Jiang Yuduo stretched out his hand in his pocket and looked around while taking out a cigarette.
He doesn't like nights, cloudy days, fog, and in short, all spaces with insufficient saturation and brightness.
make him afraid.
Even though there are countless people coming and going around him at the moment, some people are talking, some people are laughing, some children are crying, and there are people arguing across the road, as far as they can see, they are full.
He will still be afraid.
Because no matter how many people there are, no one sees him. Even if he is here, unzipping the zipper and urinating on the street, not a few people will be able to see him, and before he finishes urinating, these few people may have already away.
Jiang Yuduo lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth. When he put the cigarette case back in his pocket, he touched the cigarette case paper written by Cheng Ke, and he took a look at it.
Risperidone.
Fuck you.
He lit the piece of paper with a lighter and watched Cheng Ke's well-written three words slowly writhe and disappear in the firelight.
How do you pronounce the word ketone
"Third brother," Chen Qing called to him, "let's go."
Jiang Yuduo pinched the cigarette, looked back, and Chen Qing came over with two big bags.
"That's so much." He took one bag, which was quite heavy when weighed, so he reached out and took another bag. After comparing it, the previous one was lighter, so he handed it back to him. Chen Qing.
"It's too obvious, third brother." Chen Qing looked at him.
"I don't even have a car going to my place to eat," Jiang Yuduo said, "I still carry a bag for you, which is against my principle."
"By the way!" Chen Qing turned his head suddenly as he walked, with a look of excitement, "You know I just finished the checkout, look back and see who!"
"I know." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Jaeger-LeCoultre!" Chen Qing said, "I saw Jaeger-LeCoultre! I didn't expect it!"
Jiang Yuduo glanced at him and said nothing.
"Oh, you mean you know," Chen Qing was stunned, "how did you know?"
"Because of you!" Jiang Yuduo roared while suppressing his voice, and kicked Chen Qing's foot in front of him, "I was so excited when I saw him! You fucking love it! Get on him!"
"Hey!" Chen Qing jumped to the side, "Don't kick me."
"Also," Jiang Yuduo pointed at him, "don't call him Jaeger-LeCoultre!"
"Why," Chen Qing said, "I didn't call him Jaeger-LeCoultre in front of him."
"I'm afraid I've heard too much!" Jiang Yuduo slapped him on the back, "I'll call him Jaeger when I see him!"
"...Oh." Chen Qing nodded, thinking about it and leaning over to him again, "Third brother, I just don't quite understand why I can't call him Jaeger-LeCoultre in front of him, the nickname, we don't care about the dog. Is it a dog?"
"Shame." Jiang Yuduo said.
Chen Qing didn't speak, and was silent for a long time. When Jiang Yuduo almost forgot what they said before, he patted his thigh: "Got it, calling him Jaeger-LeCoultre seems like we haven't seen money before. It's like, right! I always remember that they have a high-end watch!"
Jiang Yuduo held back for a while, then sighed.
"But you really don't have a watch worth hundreds of thousands." Chen Qing added.
Jiang Yuduo turned his head, and Chen Qing quickly raised his hand to cover his head.
"Fuck your ancestors." Jiang Yu was delighted, "Did I kick your stool when you hanged in your last life?"
Jiang Yuduo doesn't like to stay in the kitchen very much. The space is too small and he feels very suffocated, so when Chen Qing comes to eat, he usually sits in the living room and waits to eat, although Chen Qing's craftsmanship is very important for those ingredients. an insult.
"Third brother!" Chen Qing shouted in the kitchen, "How about making sweet and sour pork ribs?"
"Whatever, as long as you can do it well," Jiang Yuduo looked at the contract in his hand, which was attached with a copy of Cheng Ke's ID card at the end, "Don't be too embarrassed."
Cheng Ke was indeed Cheng Ke, Jiang Yuduo stared at the date of birth for a while, and then calculated Cheng Ke's age in his heart.
I fuck.
Twenty-seven.
I really didn't see it.
Jiang Yuduo flicked on Cheng Ke's photo with his fingers. Any seventeen-year-old child here is more survivable than this young master.
At least you can't find panties in the supermarket.
The smell of pepper wafted in from the window, Jiang Yuduo choked for a long time, got up and went to close the window, just as he was about to walk away, he felt that someone was outside.
He didn't move the curtains, the lights in the living room were not turned on at the moment, and he couldn't see his shadow outside. He tilted his head and looked out through the gap in the curtains.
A figure quickly retreated into the passageway between the two buildings on the opposite side, and disappeared.
Jiang Yuduo frowned, returned to the sofa, sat down, and turned on the TV.
"It's done, ready to eat." Chen Qing brought out a pot of soup and put it on the table.
"You can spend the night with me tonight." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Huh?" Chen Qing looked at him, then immediately leaned to the window and looked out, "Did you see someone?"
"Not sure." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Then I'll stay," Chen Qing took out his mobile phone, "I'll call a few more people and stay outside."
"You're like this," Jiang Yuduo pressed his eyebrows, "why don't you write a banner and hang it on the window, just write 'I have found you'."
Chen Qing was stunned for a while, and put the phone back in his pocket: "Damn, when can you talk to me properly?"
"When can you make room for your IQ in your mind!" Jiang Yuduo got up and went into the kitchen, bringing out the ingredients that Chen Qing insulted.
"Third brother," Chen Qing sat down at the table, "I have an immature proposal."
"Let's talk about it when it's mature." Jiang Yuduo said.
"If you think there is something wrong with Jaeger-LeCoultre," Chen Qing said, "don't we have the key, go in and look for it when he's not there to see if there are any clues."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak and looked at him.
"How is it?" Chen Qing asked.
"Don't call him Jaeger-LeCoultre." Jiang Yuduo said.
"...Oh." Chen Qing nodded.