help me.
These two words were like a fork poking in Cheng Ke's heart.
Not as sharp as a knife, not as sharp as a needle, but a series of dull, painful cuts was even more unbearable.
There were many situations in his mind, it wouldn't be a street fight. No one is better at that kind of thing than the third brother. Even if help is needed, Dabin's brothers are more reliable, and he is even less likely to ask for help because of such a thing. .
When Cheng Ke rushed out, he had already determined that it was related to "them".
It's just that he didn't expect it to be so serious.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuduo, who has been avoiding and trying to cover up so that no one will find out, will suddenly tear off his disguise without warning.
It's almost breathless.
Cheng Ke had been hugging him tightly, one arm was not enough, he also used a plaster arm and hugged Jiang Yuduo hard.
Jiang Yuduo was seriously injured. He could clearly smell the blood. Jiang Yuduo had blood all over his head, face, and shoulders, and maybe the same in his heart.
Cheng Ke had no idea what he should do for about a minute.
Just feel bad.
In the long life of twenty-eight years old, twenty-nine years old, two years old and thirty years old, it was the first time he cried like this.
Tears were all over his face, and his mouth was salty, with a bit of off-track sweetness.
After a while, he slowly let go of Jiang Yuduo, holding his face with one hand: "Where are you injured? Are you seriously injured?"
"It's not heavy." The tears on Jiang Yuduo's face were also messy. The scarred face was accompanied by tears and bloodstains. There was no beauty in it. Directly slashed in the middle of the heart with an axe.
"I'll call a car over here," Cheng Ke wiped his face, "Let's go back first?"
"They haven't left yet," Jiang Yuduo's eyes fell somewhere behind him, "I can't let them go back."
"Follow me back, don't be afraid." Cheng Ke couldn't help but look back. At this moment, he strongly wanted to see people, no matter one or two or several, no matter who they were, as long as they were people, But it was still empty behind him, only the dead branches swayed gently in the wind.
"Cheng Ke will see it." Jiang Yuduo said softly.
Cheng Ke was stunned for a while, then hugged Jiang Yuduo's head again, and kissed twice on the top of his head: "It's alright, whether they are or not, Cheng Ke doesn't care, he doesn't care."
Jiang Yuduo took his eyes back and landed on his face. After a while, he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You're crying."
"Well," Cheng Ke raised his hand and rubbed his face randomly, "I haven't cried like this for a long time, I couldn't control it."
"Cheng Ke." Jiang Yuduo looked at him.
"Huh?" Cheng Ke responded.
"You look so good-looking," Jiang Yuduo sighed softly, "It's not much affected by crying like this."
"...Really." Cheng Ke didn't know how to answer.
"Let's go back, it's very close," Jiang Yuduo said. "If I'm like this, the taxi won't take us."
"Okay," Cheng Ke nodded, "can you go?"
"I'm not injured." Jiang Yuduo stood up against the wall, lowered his head and moved his legs.
"Where are you hurt?" Cheng Ke asked.
"The bleeding place is on the head," Jiang Yuduo touched his head and touched the blood on his hand, "It's not too big, mainly because it can't be stopped."
"Then..." Cheng Ke felt a little flustered when he saw the blood on his hand.
"Just go back and stop the bleeding," Jiang Yuduo said. "If it doesn't work, go to... the clinic in the community. It's fine, and it's fine if it's more serious than this."
"Yeah." Cheng Ke nodded, flipped over the hat of his coat and put it on him.
I don't know if it was because of too much mood swings, when Cheng Ke and Jiang Yuduo walked back together, they felt too cold and wanted to shiver all the way.
Fortunately, this road is not long. According to what the taxi driver just said, running on a small road is faster than driving.
They walked like this, and they were home in five minutes.
After entering the room and closing the door, Cheng Ke quickly threw off his coat, pressed all the light switches on the wall, and turned on several lights in the living room.
"I'll take a look at your injury." He pulled the chair and let Jiang Yuduo sit down.
"You can see it all with a flush of water," Jiang Yuduo said.
"It will be inflamed." Cheng Ke looked at his head carefully, Jiang Yuduo's hair was short, and the wound was still easy to find, and he could see it at a glance.
The three openings are concentrated in the back of the head.
"Fuck," Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, "don't you dare to come face to face?"
"It's even worse to slap the nose on the front." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Disinfect the poison first and then stop the bleeding?" Cheng Ke said and brought over the small medicine box Jiang Yuduo often used.
"I'll do it myself." Jiang Yuduo took the medicine box, opened it, and took out alcohol, iodophor, and some hemostatic powder.
Cheng Ke knew his style. He just picked up the bottle and poured it, and then sprinkled the hemostatic powder on top. The whole process took less than five minutes.
But today he didn't stop Jiang Yuduo from treating the wound in such a savage way, he just sat next to him and looked at Jiang Yuduo.
"This injury... how did you get it?" Cheng Ke asked.
"I met Zhang Daqi's man," Jiang Yuduo said, "I passed behind his bar."
"How did you get from there..." Cheng Ke stopped halfway through.
"I want to get rid of the two people who followed me," Jiang Yuduo unscrewed the bottle cap and rushed up to his head, "I went there without noticing."
Cheng Ke sighed softly and did not speak.
He hasn't recovered yet, but Jiang Yuduo seems to have begun to recover slowly, no longer the state of helplessness and despair before.
Cheng Ke didn't know if he really recovered quickly, or if he was used to pretending, so he was able to make himself "normal" in the shortest possible time.
But this time, it may be a little too difficult.
The second time he poured alcohol on his head, a large teardrop slid out of the corner of Jiang Yuduo's eyes and hung on his chin.
He sniffed, shook his head slightly, and the teardrop fell from his chin.
"Let me help you," Cheng Ke got up and picked up the hemostatic powder, "Just sprinkle it on it?"
"Well." Jiang Yuduo nodded, his voice was seriously nasal.
Cheng Ke clenched his teeth and opened the cap of the hemostatic powder, then took the bottle and sprinkled it on the wound like pepper.
I don't know how much to sprinkle, but the powder that was sprinkled was quickly stained with blood.
"Fortunately, I don't faint." Cheng Ke said.
Jiang Yuduo smiled and sniffed again.
Cheng Ke bent over to see his face, he quickly turned his head.
"Don't look," Cheng Ke stood up straight, stretched out his hand from behind him, put Jiang Yuduo's chin in his pocket, and squeezed gently, "Does the wound hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Well." Cheng Ke responded.
Jiang Yuduo sat with him, facing the window. When he came back today, he opened the curtains, but the curtains were not completely closed as usual, they were open a foot wide.
Cheng Ke looked out. There were not many people, but every now and then someone would pass by, and there were cars. He hesitated for a moment: "Should I close the curtains?"
"...No." Jiang Yuduo said.
"I'm not, I'm afraid you'll see them," Cheng Ke cleared his throat, "Well, you know, all the lights in the living room are turned on now."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
"Let's stand here facing the window," Cheng Ke said. "People outside can see us very clearly."
Jiang Yuduo raised his hand and wiped it on his eyes, and laughed: "The shape is still very strange, a bit like a ghost movie, right?"
"Well," Cheng Ke nodded, "for the health of the general public, let's draw the curtains."
"Okay." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke went over and closed the curtains, and when he turned around, he saw that Jiang Yuduo had just wiped away the tears on his face again.
He never thought that Jiang Yuduo could cry like this, like a child who was wronged, he couldn't hold back his tears.
Cheng Ke went to the bathroom to get Jiang Yuduo's towel and was about to wipe his cat-like face when Jiang Yuduo's cell phone rang.
"It's Chen Qing." Jiang Yuduo wiped his tears again, reached for the towel, and rubbed it back and forth on his face.
"Accept?" Cheng Ke asked, "How do you know it's Chen Qing?"
"At this moment, I already know that the third child was taken by Zhang Daqi," Jiang Yuduo said, "Chen Qing will definitely call to ask."
"Then..." Cheng Ke looked at him and wondered if Jiang Yuduo would cry while talking to Chen Qing if he answered the phone, so Chen Qing was probably shocked.
"It's alright," Jiang Yuduo took out his mobile phone and looked at it, picked up the phone, pressed the speakerphone, put it on the table, and continued to wipe his face with the towel, "Why?"
Cheng Ke was a little surprised by this voice, because he couldn't hear any difference from the usual.
"Third brother, are you alright! Fuck you! Are you okay! Are you injured! I'll be at your house soon!" Chen Qing's voice came from the receiver, wrapped in the wind.
"I'm fine," Jiang Yuduo said, "what are you doing here?"
"I won't tear down Zhang Daqi's bar tonight, and my surname is not Chen!" Chen Qing roared angrily, "A bastard who is holding a coffin and won't let Gaigai!"
"Then let me know what your surname is," Jiang Yuduo said. "Go home first, I'm fine."
"Fuck you!" Chen Qing roared, "I'm taking someone with me!"
Cheng Ke was stunned and looked at Jiang Yuduo.
"How many people did you bring?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"How many people are here?" Chen Qing should be asking the people next to him.
"There are about forty of them now," Dabin's voice said next to him, "not all of them."
"Are you crazy?" Cheng Ke was stunned, "Just walking on the street like this, if you can't walk 100 meters away, the police should come and ask questions!"
"Brother Ke?" Da Bin heard Cheng Ke's voice, "Don't worry, we didn't go together, we separated, and we didn't bring any guys with us. They went to the bar and waited. Brother Qing and I went to see the third brother first, and we'll take a while. When it's time to do something, the car will bring things over there."
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
Cheng Ke became anxious as soon as he heard it, and gathered separately, took the car and pulled the weapon over. This was a large-scale armed fight. If something went wrong, it would not be possible to get out of detention for a few days.
After Jiang Yuduo hung up the phone, Cheng Ke looked at him: "Jiang Yuduo, have you done this before?"
"No," Jiang Yuduo looked up at him, "no one has ever messed with me like this before."
Cheng Ke was already dizzy at the moment, and in addition to the urgency, he felt that his eyes would be drained.
He will not allow such a thing to happen, especially in Jiang Yuduo's current state, Jiang Yuduo will not let his brothers see his abnormality, but now it is obvious that he cannot control his own as usual. Emotions, once these people found him "abnormal", what would be the consequences, Cheng Ke didn't even dare to think about it.
"They will come in a while," Cheng Ke said, "listen to me first."
"What?" Jiang Yuduo asked, his face had been wiped clean by him, but Cheng Ke didn't know if it was because he knew Jiang Yuduo's current situation, so no matter how he looked at it, he felt that there was still something in his expression. Wronged Baba.
"Don't fight, if this fight starts, it will be too big," Cheng Ke said, "Chen Qing Dabin and the others are all people with jobs. What if they go in?"
Jiang Yuduo cared about his little brothers, and Cheng Ke knew it.
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Jiang Yuduo fell silent.
"Using other methods," Cheng Ke said, "I really want to get out of my breath, or I can do it on a small scale later."
"What other way?" Chen Qing patted the table and pointed at Jiang Yuduo's head, "Have you seen what his people beat up the third brother!"
"Don't point at me." Jiang Yuduo said.
"What did you beat..." Chen Qing pointed at Cheng Ke, then hesitantly pointed to Dabin, "What did you beat..."
He probably felt that Dabin and him belonged to the same country, there was nothing to point to, and there was no one to point to in this room, so he had to poke hard on the table a few times: "What happened! Brother was beaten! Third brother! I have been in this film for so many years! No one can beat him like this!"
"Listen to Cheng Ke." Jiang Yuduo sighed.
"Okay," Chen Qing sat down, "Go ahead, no matter what, this tone must be obtained."
"You are not very crowded. Ask hundreds of people to come in and sit. When is he open for business, you can go in and sit until it closes," Cheng Ke said, "go every day."
Chen Qing looked at Cheng Ke: "Just sitting like that without ordering? Shame."
"Order a glass of orange juice." Cheng Ke said.
"The cost is a bit high, brother Ke," Dabin said. "A hundred or so people can sit for a night, and let's have a drink per person. This has to be..."
"It wasn't one night," Cheng Ke said, "it was sitting there until no one came in."
"Fuck," Chen Qing looked at him, "do you have no idea about money?"
Cheng Ke took out the bank card from his pocket and put it on the table: "I'll pay."
"That's how it works!" Chen Qing said, "this money..."
"This money came in vain," Cheng Ke said. "The money that comes crookedly has to be used crookedly."
"But..." Da Bin frowned.
"You can't fight," Cheng Ke said. "Especially, you can't fight on such a large scale. If you don't want to use this method, there are other ways to solve it. In short, you can't fight."
Chen Qing was stunned, and turned his head to look at Jiang Yuduo for a long time: "Third brother?"
"Don't do it if you can." Jiang Yuduo said.
Jiang Yuduo often said this sentence, but Chen Qing didn't say anything anymore.
"If you don't feel good, drop the cup after drinking the drink." Cheng Ke said.
"That's a payout," Dabin said. "He dares to ask for a hundred yuan for a cup."
"Call the police, complain." Cheng Ke said.
"Then if he finds out, will we not be allowed in in the future?" Chen Qing asked.
"Cause, why don't you let in?" Cheng Ke said, "One won't let in, two won't let in, 100 won't let in, 100 times of trouble, he won't have to enter this night, If they dare, you will call the police."
"Have you ever done this before?" Chen Qing looked at him.
"...Yes." Cheng Ke said.
"Fuck, you rich people are so boring?" Chen Qing asked.
"Rich people are boring." Dabin said.
"Where did you find so many boring rich people?" Chen Qing asked again.
"We hired two contract labor teams," Cheng Ke said, "don't mind me, you just do it first, if you can't do it."
Chen Qing looked at him and sighed for a long time: "This is to force us to be good."
"Brother Qing." Dabin reminded him.
"Okay, I know, the word is inappropriate." Chen Qing waved his hand and thought about it for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and looked at Dabin, "Notify those who arrived first, go in and order a glass of orange juice, it's better to occupy a table for each person, why is it disgusting? If you can’t get a table, just sit at the bar and stand at the back, and whoever has spare time can go to the toilet to occupy the space, and come to me to collect the money when you’re done.”
After Chen Qing and Da Bin left, Cheng Ke heaved a sigh of relief, sat on the chair and rubbed his face.
"It's naive." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Whatever, as long as you don't fight, anything will do." Cheng Ke said.
"Are you afraid that something will happen to me?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.
"It's not that I'm afraid that something will happen to you," Cheng Ke said, "it's that I won't let you have an accident."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, stared at him for a long time, then grinned, tears slid down with the smile.
"You didn't finish crying just now, did you?" Cheng Ke lay on the table and reached out to touch his face.
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
"It's okay," Cheng Ke stood up and walked in front of him, "Cry if you want to. You've grown up so much, have you never cried like this before?"
"No," Jiang Yuduo rubbed his eyes, "I don't know why I cry."
"No need for a reason." Cheng Ke hugged his head and looked at the pieces of gauze he had pasted up and down.
"Don't look at me." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Okay." Cheng Ke responded.
Jiang Yuduo grabbed his waist, turned him back, then hugged him and pressed his face on his back.
Before Cheng Ke could realize what he was doing, he heard Jiang Yuduo's cry.
Right on his back, loudly.
Cheng Ke has always felt that one can hear emotions when crying, whether it is real crying, fake crying, happy crying, sad crying, and the child is crying.
In Jiang Yuduo's venting cry, there was no relief after venting, and all Cheng Ke heard was discomfort.