For Jiang Yuduo, what Cheng Yi said today, in front of so many people, should be his biggest blow.
Cheng Ke has never directly asked him spiritually related questions, because he can feel that Jiang Yuduo is trying his best to cover up and disguise, no matter how he thinks of himself, he at least always wants to make Cheng Ke feel He is a normal person, or in other words, he proved to Cheng Ke that he was "well" by admitting that he went to see a psychiatrist.
Compared to whether Jiang Yuduo was good or not, and what happened, Cheng Ke was more concerned about how much of a blow it would be when his "secret" was made public.
From when he justly asked for an idea, he felt that it was good to be called a boyfriend, from when he said "I know what it's like for someone to have an idea for me", to the question that appeared in this sentence carefully.
Do you like me like this, who is said to be mentally ill
The moment Jiang Yuduo pointed at his head, Cheng Ke felt a soft and painful feeling that he had never experienced in his life.
"I like it," Cheng Ke said. "When I met you, you were like this. Now it's no different from before."
Perhaps the distress for Jiang Yuduo made his "like" exceed the real weight at this stage. In a sense, it can also be said to be unfair, but Cheng Ke temporarily gave up the things that existed five seconds ago. reason.
Even if it is unfair, he wants to let Jiang Yuduo, who is now, right in front of his eyes, cautiously, desperately trying to prove himself, but who has lost his self-confidence, have even a little comfort.
He never thought that he would still have such a gentle, kind, and tender side, and he was about to look at himself with admiration.
Jiang Yuduo looked at him and didn't speak, but the expression on his face relaxed a little, and a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.
"Oh." He rubbed his nose.
Cheng Ke didn't continue talking about the issue that boyfriends should like each other, picked up the cup and took a sip of water.
"It's your birthday tomorrow." Jiang Yuduo took a look at the phone.
"Well." Cheng Ke nodded, if Jiang Yuduo didn't say it, he would have forgotten about it.
Coincidentally, on the day before his birthday, he cut himself, all his relatives, and all of his life with a single knife with real violence that he had never used since he was born.
"You sleep in my bed tonight," Jiang Yuduo said, "I won't sleep at night."
"What?" Cheng Ke looked at him, "Can't you fall asleep?"
"No," Jiang Yuduo was a little embarrassed, "the gift for you... I haven't done it yet. I planned to make it tonight."
"I'll accompany you." Cheng Ke said.
"Surprise, young master," Jiang Yuduo said, "I have seen all the surprises you have with me."
"...Are there any surprises? You're not going to make me a lamp. If you can't make it, buy one," Cheng Ke said, "I've already memorized the process."
Jiang Yuduo laughed: "It's still a bit of a surprise, don't look, I'll do it in the yard."
"It's cold, just in the living room, or that room," Cheng Ke said, "I don't peep."
"I'm not afraid of cold." Jiang Yuduo still said that.
In order to allow time for "if you can't do it, you have to think about it" and "if it breaks down, you can take it apart and start over again", Jiang Yuduo went to the backyard with a large bag of things after he took a shower.
Cheng Ke was sitting in the living room, wearing Jiang Yuduo's pajamas with a pair of underwear that Jiang Yuduo gave him, which looked new.
In the shower today, Jiang Yuduo rubbed his back and wore big pants, but they didn't speak during the whole process. He didn't think about it, and Jiang Yuduo didn't peek curiously. It seemed that he had experienced a lot today. Both of them were sanctified because there were too many things in their minds.
"You still have pajamas..." Cheng Ke looked at the pajamas on his body again, because the sleeves were loose, he could put them on easily and completely, which was very comfortable.
"Sister Qian gave it to me," Jiang Yuduo said in the backyard. "I only wore it once. It was too uncomfortable to sleep, so I never wore it again... If you don't want to sleep, just watch TV."
"Well." Cheng Ke responded.
Jiang Yuduo started making lamps in the backyard.
Cheng Ke resisted the urge to watch it in the past, turned on the TV, hugged Miao and stared at a documentary.
But all he heard in his ears was the movement on Jiang Yuduo's side, the sound of sawing wood, then the sound of sandpaper grinding wood, then the sound of sawing wood, and then the sound of sandpaper grinding.
Cheng Ke really wanted to say why you didn't saw it and then polished it.
After listening for a while, he couldn't help but glanced at the backyard.
The door leading to the backyard in the next room was closed by Jiang Yuduo, but there was a window next to it and he could see the courtyard. After hesitating for a second, Cheng Ke put Meow on the sofa: "You are sleeping here, don't go over, Meow. Meow."
Then I took two more mats and sandwiched Meow in the middle.
When he got up and walked to the backyard, he remembered what Jiang Yuduo had told him before... He turned his head sharply, and found that the place where he was sitting should be the place where he had pooped last time.
Jiang Yuduo said that he wanted to change the sofa, but he didn't seem to change it. Even the sofa cover was still the same!
Cheng Ke clicked his tongue and patted his butt back.
Walking to the window, he carefully moved over and saw the situation in the backyard.
There was a bright lamp hanging in the backyard, Jiang Yuduo squatted on the ground with his back to him, with some wooden strips of different lengths and widths beside his feet.
It should be wenge... Doesn't it mean to use the remaining preservative wood
Is this a surprise
What a great surprise...
Jiang Yuduo picked up a long wooden strip and sawed the long wooden strip into several sections. It seemed that the length was not fixed and it was very random, but the grinding was very careful and time-consuming.
It took more than an hour just to saw the long wooden strips into short wooden strips of different lengths of about a foot and then to polish them well.
Cheng Ke's heels hurt a little while standing. After he quietly went to get a chair and sat down, Jiang Yuduo finally changed his job.
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it, then picked up two wooden sticks and gestured, crossing the front and the side, and then began to drill holes in the wooden sticks.
Cheng Ke didn't know what kind of lamp he was going to make, but according to his previous description, it should be a wooden lampshade with many round holes on it.
But now the materials in his hand seem to be more than 108,600 miles away from these.
Cheng Ke glanced at the time on his mobile phone. They came back from the hospital very late today. After all this tossing, it was already past 12 o'clock. He also remembered just now that they hadn't had dinner yet
Jiang Yuduo is a person who has strict requirements for three meals a day. Even if he moves a meal later, he has to eat it in the morning, noon and evening. He actually forgot about dinner today.
Jiang Yuduo screwed the two pieces of wood. It seems that there is no standard angle, just a random X, and it is not symmetrical.
Cheng Ke gave up his guess and stared at Jiang Yuduo's side face, the light fell from above his head, and Jiang Yuduo's eyelashes pulled out a small trembling shadow.
He seldom was so focused, and he looked more serious when he was eating. Now, in the cold wind, he was concentrating on holding a wooden stick and gesturing, looking cute and sexy.
Another piece of the wooden bar was hit and twisted together with the previous irregular X, becoming a Z that was not on the same plane.
Cheng Ke suddenly felt as if he understood Jiang Yuduo's thoughts.
Wooden strips of different lengths are screwed on one by one, some are connected in two, some are connected in three, there is no fixed direction, no neat edges, just like a small pile of wood that has been raised horizontally and vertically. A dismantled birdcage.
Probably because there were not enough screws, Jiang Yuduo stood up, looked in the small flower pond next to it, pulled out an old wooden railing, and removed a few screws from it.
Cheng Ke has not looked at the time anymore. This method of staggering wooden strips to form an irregular three-dimensional space looks very simple, but it is very difficult to make it look good.
He didn't know how Jiang Yuduo thought of such a structure. For a "third brother", it really surprised him.
It took Jiang Yuduo a long time to screw all the wooden strips together, and he took it apart several times in the middle, and someone who could tear the quilt off by shaking the quilt was a bit of an astounding patience.
After screwing the last screw, Jiang Yuduo put the finished lampshade... No, the lamp frame was placed on the ground, he stepped back a few steps, and walked around in a circle, presumably for inspection.
The light frame is about 50 to 60 centimeters in diameter, and the interlaced wooden strips have beautiful patterns. Looking at it under the light, it is not as ugly as Cheng Ke thought before, and even feels a bit clumsy and simple.
This is indeed a surprise, although Cheng Ke has seen the whole process of production in advance.
It is because of seeing the whole process that this surprise is particularly profound.
Jiang Yuduo stepped aside, took a box and opened it, and took out a light bulb, a very retro Edison light bulb specially used for pretending, and a lamp holder connected to a wire, which was wrapped with hemp rope.
Put the lamp in the middle of the wooden strip, screw the lamp head, and finally fix it on the wooden strip at the top, the lamp is finished.
Seeing Jiang Yuduo pick up the lamp and hang it on a clothes pole in the middle of the yard, Cheng Ke stood up and suddenly felt his heart beating a little bit.
The lights were ready, and the surprise was great. It was time for Jiang Yuduo to enter the room and call him.
But he was not willing to run back to the living room immediately and pretend to watch TV to see that he fell asleep, but he still stood by the window and watched Jiang Yuduo.
Jiang Yuduo hung up the light, plugged the wire into the socket, and turned off the light that was on in the yard.
When Cheng Ke was about to take the chair back to the living room, Jiang Yuduo suddenly turned around, looked at the window, and said, "Happy birthday, Cheng Ke."
At the same time as he finished speaking, he flipped the switch and the light came on.
The dim yellow light was projected from behind the staggered wooden slats, and some chaotic spots and shadows covered the whole yard, as well as Jiang Yuduo standing under the lamp.
Cheng Ke froze in place.
"Happy birthday," Jiang Yuduo came over, "I... Chen Qing said I sang out of tune, so I won't sing you a birthday song... "
Cheng Ke reached out and pushed open the door next to him. Jiang Yuduo stood at the door and smiled at him: "Why don't you sing it yourself... But I didn't buy a birthday cake... "
"When did you find out I was here?" Cheng Ke asked.
"I found out as soon as you came here," Jiang Yuduo said. "The light in the living room is on, and the shadow of your head is the size of a basketball on the window."
"...Fuck." Cheng Ke said.
"Do you like it?" Jiang Yu reclaimed his finger and pointed at the lamp, "This lamp? Is it a surprise?"
"I like it," Cheng Ke nodded, "very pleasantly surprised."
"I didn't expect it," Jiang Yuduo raised his face a little smugly, "Am I pretty cool?"
"Yes." Cheng Ke stared at him for two seconds, then raised his hand and grabbed his collar, "Come here."
"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo took a step forward and stood face to face with him.
"I want to kiss you now," Cheng Ke said. "It's different from those before."
"...Ah," Jiang Yuduo was obviously stunned for a moment, "this... even saying it... is it a bit... stupid?"
"It's a bit stupid, but I didn't say it to get your consent, I just wanted to tell you," Cheng Ke said, "don't hide or push me, I'm the wounded."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak and looked a little dazed.
Cheng Ke took the back of his head and kissed him.