Cheng Ke just stood outside the elevator, staring at the beating numbers above, not knowing what to do.
Should I wait for Jiang Yu to take it away before going down, or should I take another elevator to go down
Should I make another call, or should I just chase it and ask what's going on
Or stay home
No, why does he care about Jiang Yuduo
A so-called boss, the kind who can fight with people on the trash can, what's the deal with being smashed in the head... But why is he here
Cheng Ke couldn't figure it out, but he still decided to stand here and go downstairs to eat after making sure Jiang Yu took it away.
The number on the elevator stopped when it reached the eighth floor, and after a while, it continued to go down, and the number on the elevator next to it began to change, from the ninth floor to the eighth floor, and then all the way up.
Cheng Ke suddenly became nervous, stared at the elevator coming up one floor after another, and found a suitable position for his legs. If Jiang Yuduo came out of the elevator in a while, he could kick Jiang Yuduo back into the elevator with one kick. .
The elevator never stopped, and it simply arrived at his floor neatly and opened the door.
Jiang Yuduo really got out of the elevator.
Bu Chengke didn't take out his legs, because when Jiang Yu took it out, he pressed his hand on his forehead, and the blood that kept oozing out had smeared his left eye, looking more than 20 times worse than before.
"What about you marching here?" Cheng Ke was really speechless.
"A woman came in on the eighth floor," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm afraid she will scream if she can't make it to the second floor."
"Then why..." Cheng Ke stared at his face.
"Open the door," Jiang Yuduo looked at him with one eye, "I'll use the medicine box."
"...I don't have a medicine cabinet." Cheng Ke said.
"Yes," Jiang Yuduo said, "in the small door of the TV cabinet."
Cheng Ke was stunned.
"I'll let it go," Jiang Yuduo waved his hand, "Hurry up, my platelets are low, I'll bleed into blood in a while and die at your door. Chen Qing will call the police and say you killed me."
Cheng Ke didn't speak or move, staring at Jiang Yuduo's face.
I don't know how big the wound on his head is, but it can be seen that the pressing of the palm did not stop the bleeding, and blood continued to seep out from under the palm.
"Why don't you go to the hospital?" Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, turned around and opened the door.
"Scared." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke couldn't help but look back at him.
"Is it strange?" Jiang Yuduo said.
"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.
"Then you're still afraid of mice." Jiang Yuduo sat on the chair.
Cheng Ke was stunned, yes, he was afraid of mice, but how did Jiang Yuduo know
"Open that cabinet door," Jiang Yuduo pointed at the TV cabinet, "Give me the medicine box inside... Will you open the cabinet door?"
Cheng Ke had already bent down and was about to open the cabinet door. Hearing this, he immediately sat down on the chair next to him: "I'm sorry, no."
Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, got up and went over to open the cabinet door, and took out a small medicine box from inside.
When his hand left his forehead, two drops of blood fell on the floor.
Cheng Ke looked at the blood on his face, and felt that the injury could not be handled by himself, but he didn't say anything and sat there watching Jiang Yuduo skillfully take out the alcohol gauze from the medicine box. And medical tape, and a pair of scissors.
When Jiang Yuduo took off his coat and took these things to the bathroom, Cheng Ke couldn't hold back and said, "You can't wash that injury with tap water."
"Well, with alcohol," Jiang Yuduo turned to look at him, "how do you actually know this?"
"Would you sit down and hurt me for a while, enough for two hours," Cheng Ke said, "trying to lose too much blood and die."
Jiang Yuduo turned around and entered the bathroom.
Considering that this house is now his own territory, Cheng Ke hesitated for a few seconds and followed to the bathroom door.
Jiang Yuduo did not close the bathroom door, stood in front of the mirror with his back to him, raised his hand and took off his T-shirt and threw it aside.
Cheng Ke didn't have time to see his figure first, but he was so shocked by the scars on his body that he couldn't think: "You..."
Jiang Yuduo had several large scars on his back, one of which spanned the entire back from shoulder to waist, shocking.
"What?" Jiang Yuduo unscrewed the alcohol bottle and poured it directly on his forehead.
"No... hey." Cheng Ke felt a pain in his forehead, but Jiang Yuduo's expression was calm, as if he was pouring a bottle of water.
Jiang Yuduo's operations were very extensive. He cleaned the wound, poured medicinal powder on it, pressed gauze on it, and then affixed the tape. Every step made people think that he was dealing with someone else's head, and he had to be an enemy.
After quickly wrapping the wound, Jiang Yuduo turned on the faucet, washed the blood on his face and body, and then took a towel from the towel rack and wiped it.
That's my fucking face towel!
Cheng Ke looked at him and couldn't say anything. After holding back for a long time, he turned around and went back to the living room, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.
Shocked.
Jiang Yuduo came out of the bathroom and had put on his T-shirt. When he packed up the medicine box and put it back in the cabinet, Cheng Ke cleared his throat: "don't put this here, you can take it."
Jiang Yuduo looked at him and didn't seem to understand what he meant.
"This house has been rented to me," Cheng Ke said. "You can't leave your things here, can you? If I'm not home today, are you going to open the door and come in by yourself?"
"Yes." Jiang Yuduo said that he had no expression all the time, but his face finally changed now, although Cheng Ke was very surprised that he could have an expression like "sorry".
"I didn't change the locks according to the requirements of the tenancy agreement," Cheng Ke said. "Can you also respect the tenants?"
"I'm sorry," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm a little anxious. I'm the closest to here, so I came here."
Cheng Ke was smoking a cigarette. He thought he was ready for a big battle. Even if he didn't do anything, he would have to choke a few words. Now Jiang Yuduo apologized so honestly and sincerely. Don't know what to say.
"I'm leaving." Jiang Yuduo put on his coat and walked to the door with the medicine box.
"Oh," Cheng Ke responded, thought about it and stopped him, "Hey."
"Huh?" Jiang Yu turned his head back.
"Let me ask you, just..." Cheng Ke pointed to the kitchen, "Is that gas stove any good?"
"It's not only good, it's new," Jiang Yuduo said.
"It... can't catch fire." Cheng Ke said.
Jiang Yuduo put down the medicine box and walked into the kitchen, where he said again, "Come here and show me how you beat it."
Cheng Ke choked off the cigarette, got up and went into the kitchen: "Can't you just try it?"
"No, I'll take a look," Jiang Yuduo said. "How did you do it? The new water heater can't produce hot water, and the new gas stove can't catch fire."
Cheng Ke hesitated for a moment, then reached out and opened the gas valve.
"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.
Cheng Ke reached out and twisted the knob on the gas stove again.
da da da da da...
"Look." Cheng Ke pointed at the stove.
Jiang Yuduo took a breath, let it out slowly, and then grabbed his hand. Before Cheng Ke could pull it out, his hand was already pulled to the knob.
Cheng Ke frowned: "Just say it..."
Jiang Yuduo said nothing, grabbed his hand and pressed down: "Do you understand?"
Cheng Ke felt the knob being pressed down.
"Screw." Jiang Yuduo said.
Cheng Ke twisted it.
Da-da-da... bang...
The flames sprang out from the eyes of the stove, two circles, small blue flames.
"Is your ID card real?" Jiang Yuduo walked out of the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" Cheng Ke turned off the fire.
"For the past 27 years," Jiang Yuduo said, picked up the medicine box again, and walked towards the door, "Did someone help you undress while you were sleeping?"
"Fuck you uncle." Cheng Ke looked at him.
"The manuals for electrical appliances are all in the drawer of the TV cabinet," Jiang Yuduo opened the door, "If you don't understand it, just read it."
Cheng Ke didn't speak.
Jiang Yuduo went out and closed the door.
The door closing sound was very soft, much more civilized than Chen Qing's closing sound.
Cheng Ke sat back on the sofa, lit a cigarette again, and stared at the drawer of the TV cabinet for a long time.
When Jiang Yuduo came home, there was an Audi parked downstairs. According to his experience, Chen Qing should be sitting above.
Sure enough, when he walked a few meters away, the car door opened, Chen Qing jumped out of the car, and rushed to him in a few steps.
"What's going on?" Chen Qing stared at the gauze on his head, "Who did it? Fuck! Who did it!"
"I didn't see clearly." Jiang Yuduo said.
"Where did you meet?" Chen Qing asked, "Why didn't you give me a call!"
"That side of the street," Jiang Yuduo frowned, "I didn't see anyone clearly."
"Is it serious?" Chen Qing asked.
"It's not serious," Jiang Yuduo walked into the corridor. "Go to the parking space for the car and block it for scolding. Aunt Wang will throw a medicine can down in a while. You can repair the car with your salary this month."
Chen Qing went to park the car, Jiang Yuduo entered the house, and looked in the mirror to check whether the gauze sticker was properly attached.
Cheng Ke had been staring at the back when the gauze was pasted before. He was a little uncomfortable staring at him, so he wanted to get rid of the people quickly, and basically just pressed up randomly.
"Do you want to go to the hospital for this injury?" Chen Qing parked the car and entered the house, placing a large bag of unknown items on the table, "What's injured?"
"Bricks," Jiang Yuduo walked to the table, "or a knife."
"... Third brother," Chen Qing looked at him, "these two things are quite different."
"I didn't see it clearly, the first time it hurts," Jiang Yuduo sighed, "This person is too fucking heavy."
"It's been so many years," Chen Qing kicked the table, "I don't know what they want to do! What do you think they want?"
"I don't know," Jiang Yuduo said, "let me never have peace."
"Fuck," Chen Qing thought and leaned in front of him again and studied the gauze, "Did you go to the hospital... Isn't this made by the hospital? The craftsmanship is too bad, where did it go?"
"Ji... Cheng Ke's place, I made it myself," Jiang Yuduo opened the bag and immediately smelled the aroma of air-dried beef, "You are so considerate."
"My aunt brought it, and it's almost here," Chen Qing said, "enough for you to eat slowly for a while."
"Your mother didn't smoke you?" Jiang Yuduo asked.
"She doesn't like to eat these fleas," Chen Qing looked at him, "You really went to Jaeger-LeCoultre to buy it, how did you tell him?"
"I didn't say anything," Jiang Yuduo took out a piece of beef and slowly nibbled it. "I'm afraid that someone will call the police or something after bleeding all over. It's not enough trouble."
"It's just that your blood coagulation function doesn't have the same physique," Chen Qing said. "You're already covered in blood when you go to him."
"It's okay, I pressed it very hard and used 85% of my skill," Jiang Yuduo said, "I suddenly let go when I saw him startled, and the blood came out at that moment."
"You don't want to sneak into the house to bandage, right?" Chen Qing was surprised.
"I thought he shouldn't be at home at the time," Jiang Yuduo sighed. "The agency said he was an artist. I didn't expect the artist to be so busy that he didn't go to the studio to work on art for a while."
"It's not me, third brother," Chen Qing looked at him for a while, and then sighed, "It's really inappropriate for you to do this."
Jiang Yuduo did not speak, but nodded.
It was rare for Chen Qing to be so awake, and he was very moved.
It's really inappropriate to run over like this today, it must be considered a private intrusion, and even if Cheng Ke really has no problem...
"He must be prepared now," Chen Qing continued. "If we try to sneak in to find clues, it may not be easy."
Jiang Yuduo raised his head and looked at Chen Qing.
"Do you think so?" Chen Qing said.
"If I wasn't fucking afraid that my wound would collapse," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "I really want to give you a drink right now by pressing the toilet."
"Third brother," Chen Qing said with a helpless expression, "can't you speak well?"
"Let me go," Jiang Yuduo patted him on the shoulder, "disappear within three seconds, or I will spray you with blood."
"I'm leaving, I was originally here to deliver beef to you, I have to put the car back in the store," Chen Qing quickly walked to the door, took two steps and stopped, "Is the beef a thing? Is it bad for the wound?"
"Go away." Jiang Yuduo took a bite of the beef.
"There's a bag of cat food down there," Chen Qing said. "It's better not to eat with you. If you eat salty food, you will lose hair. How annoying."
"Can you still go?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.
Chen Qing flashed out the door.
Jiang Yuduo stood beside the table, slowly finished eating the piece of beef, then pulled out the bag of cat food from the bottom of the bag, and shook at Miao, who had been staring at his hand: "Do you want to eat?"
Meow, very hard, very loud.
Jiang Yuduo poured some cat food into its bowl, Miao went over to smell it, took a step back in disgust and sat down, raised his head and called at him again.
"Eat it if you eat it, or pull it down if you don't," Jiang Yuduo pointed to its nose, "a stray cat, and he chose to eat it."
Meow turned back to look at the bowl, didn't eat, didn't move, solidified quite firmly.
Jiang Yuduo ignored it and lay down on the sofa.
His head was a little swollen. I don't know if it was a concussion. He closed his eyes and pressed the gauze. The wound was still painful.
Today, this thing is probably a distraction.
He was in a bad mood when he came out of Building 1, probably because he didn't fall asleep at night. Anything would make him think a lot. Once some feelings appeared, it was difficult to get rid of them, so that he didn't know who was behind him. time to keep an eye on him.
No hunch, no sound, no sight.
It just hurts, and then it's pitch black.
Very embarrassed.
The last time I was so embarrassed was two years ago... No, the last time I was so embarrassed was a fight with Cheng Ke over the trash can...
He opened his eyes and looked at the cat who was still on a hunger strike in front of the food bowl: "Hurry up and eat, I will send you to Chen Qing to make hot pot when you are fat... Have you ever eaten hot pot? It's very delicious, just think about it. It's delicious when you're hungry."
Cheng Ke wiped off the two drops of Jiang Yuduo's blood on the floor with a wet tissue. He had no cleanliness, but he was still a little surprised when he saw not only blood on the tissue, but also black ash.
The floor looks very clean, I didn't expect it to be so dirty!
But it's normal. After all, it was empty before, and Jiang Yuduo didn't change his shoes when he entered the house just now. He probably came here when his head was bleeding... Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that there was probably something wrong in the house. Less ash.
He tried to touch it on the table, and there was dust. The chair... was already sitting clean, and the head of the bed was also dusty.
The sofa did not touch the gray, because it is fabric.
Cheng Ke went back and forth in and out of the house for several times, and he had to clean it up again. Based on his professional level, it would take a day or two to clean up.
After a moment of contemplation in the living room, he took the key and went out.
Clean up the fart not to clean up.
go eat.
It was still a while before dinner time. Cheng Ke walked around the community, but couldn't find the shop he wanted to enter, and finally turned to the street where he fought with Jiang Yuduo.
After all, he used to come here often, he was used to the bustling and bustling, and he was always in a state of unease these few days, and any familiarity would make him want to get close.
Even here for him, there are already not very good memories.
There is a Starbucks in front, Cheng Ke decided to go there to sit for a while and have something to eat.
There were not many people in the store. When Cheng Ke finished ordering and paying, he suddenly found himself noticing the price behind the coffee for the first time.
Of course I've seen it before, but I've never had the feeling that the price is suddenly no longer a simple number. This feeling pulled him out of the "familiarity" he had just acquired.
Cheng Ke found a corner sofa and sat down. After drinking two sips of coffee, he took out his mobile phone, but he didn't know what to do after looking at it for a long time, so he put the mobile phone back in his pocket.
Although he didn't wake up until the afternoon today, he may have been stretched all the time, and he actually fell asleep leaning on the sofa.
The coffee was cold when I woke up.
Cheng Ke got up and left with infinite admiration for himself.
He can't figure out what it means to be able to fall asleep anywhere these days and fall asleep every time, but this sleep is quite suitable, and he can now directly find a place to eat dinner.
Since he hadn't had a good meal for several days, and now his stomach growled when he smelled a little fragrance, he decided to go for hot pot, just in front of the restaurant called Lao Wharf where he and Liu Tiancheng used to go to eat.
Thinking of Liu Tiancheng, he frowned.
These have been friends for many years, but in the end, they are not as good as Xu Ding, who has only known each other for two or three years.
He took out his mobile phone and sent Xu Ding a message.
- come out for dinner tomorrow
- I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, let's go today
Xu Ding responded very quickly.
Cheng Ke was stunned for a while, glanced at the time on the phone, and replied to Xu Ding again.
- old pier
- half an hour to
Cheng Ke smiled. At this time, there was still a person who made an appointment like this, which made him feel a little emotional.
But as soon as he reached the entrance of the old wharf, he couldn't go any further. Several people came across and arrived at the door of the store at the same time as him.
When Cheng Ke wanted to turn around and leave, it was too late, and Cheng Yi called him, "Brother."
Cheng Ke looked at him, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said nothing. Looking at Liu Tiancheng beside Cheng Yi, and a few friends who used to eat, drink, and have fun, he didn't seem to have anything to say.
He couldn't hide this embarrassment. He didn't have the ability of Cheng Yi, and he couldn't hide it even if it was "such a coincidence".
"Hey Xiaoke! Such a coincidence!" Liu Tiancheng walked up to him with a smile, "How about we do it together?"
"I... ate it." Cheng Ke said.
"I can't, I just ate it at a few hours." Cheng Yi said.
Cheng Ke looked at him and said nothing.
"Brother," Cheng Yi smiled softly at him, "let's have a meal together."
"No." Cheng Ke said.
"Hey, you," Liu Tiancheng whispered, "don't you give your brother's face as well?"
What the hell is face.
Cheng Ke looked at his younger brother. His face had been smashed into pieces by the trash can these days. No one gave him face, and he was too lazy to give anyone face.
"Brother," Cheng Yi took two steps towards him, "How about we..."
"Range." Someone next to him said.
Cheng Ke took a step back, and the man suddenly stopped when he walked between him and Cheng Yi.
Cheng Ke glanced at the man's face.
…
A wounded man whose head was just opened, actually ran out to eat spicy hot pot
"Eat?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.
"Well, you..." Cheng Ke cleared his throat, "eat as well?"
"Ah." Jiang Yuduo looked behind him.
Cheng Ke saw a few young people followed behind him. To be precise, the young gangsters showed the temperament that they were about to go to prison.
Cheng Yi's eyes became a little complicated.
Cheng Ke can understand him very well. At this moment, Jiang Yuduo, with a bloody gauze on his head and a few younger brothers behind him, seems to be full of bully aura. It is impossible for Cheng Yi and him in this life. The kind of people who meet.
Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at Cheng Yi, then turned to look at him again, hesitated for two seconds and then asked, "Are you going in, together?"
"Huh?" Cheng Ke looked at him, then nodded quickly, "Okay."
Jiang Yuduo reached out and pulled Liu Tiancheng, who was still confused, aside: "Get out of the way."
Cheng Ke followed behind him into the restaurant.