Gu Fei looked normal, and felt that the injury was not serious, but when he took off his jacket, Jiang Cheng still frowned when he saw the T-shirt with a tear on his right waist.
"Is this a ball game?" he asked.
"Well," Gu Fei threw his jacket aside and glanced at him, "You haven't eaten, have you?"
"I have no appetite." Jiang Cheng replied.
"I'm a little hungry," Gu Fei took out his mobile phone, "I'll order two bowls of rice, can you make do with something to eat?"
Jiang Cheng did not speak.
"Beef with green peppers," Gu Fei looked at his phone, "what dishes do you want? There are also potato brisket, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised eggplants..."
"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Jiang Cheng sighed.
Gu Fei ordered takeout, took out the medicine box from the small cabinet door next to him, glanced at Jiang Cheng, hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his hand and took off his T-shirt.
"Fuck me," Jiang Cheng was startled when he saw the two bloody cuts on his shoulders and waist, "Why didn't someone kill him?"
"Who can beat me to death?" Gu Fei smiled and entered the hut.
"...do you want to help?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Thank you." Gu Fei said.
"Thank you, do you want it or not?" Jiang Cheng stood up.
"Yes." Gu Fei looked back at him.
There were only two wounds on his body, but it was actually pretty good. Jiang Cheng entered the hut, and took a closer look at the wound. It was because the edges of the wound were very uneven, and the tool used to create the wound was definitely not sharp, so the opening was basically torn. Open, imagine the pain.
He opened the medicine box and took out the alcohol. After thinking for a long time, he asked, "Is it a monkey? His... refers to a tiger."
"Damn," Gu Fei looked at him, a little surprised, "You can see this? Xueba has this additional ability... It's not a monkey, it's Jiang Bin."
"I guess," Jiang Cheng held the cotton wool in one hand and the alcohol bottle in the other, staring at Gu Fei's wound, pondering how to clean up such a big hole, dipping it in alcohol and smearing it... It took a long time for such a long hole It's time, and after putting it on a few times, I feel like I'm struggling, "Would you like to go to the next door to deal with it?"
"Don't go, a bunch of uncles and aunts hang nutrition needles there in the afternoon and evening next door. Now it's a gossip story editorial department. If you go there, tomorrow, everyone will know that I was hacked and hacked to death. Now," Gu Fei said, "this injury isn't too serious, just use gauze to sterilize it and stick it on."
"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded.
"You just..." Before Gu Fei could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng raised his hand and poured the alcohol on the wound on his shoulder. He was stunned for two seconds, and then heaved a sharp breath, "Fuck?"
"Should go get a bottle of physiological saline... It hurts a lot, right?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"What do you think?" Gu Fei frowned.
"The pain of alcohol will soon pass," Jiang Cheng blew two breaths at his wound, "I just want to rush."
"...Oh," Gu Fei looked at the wound, "Is it healed?"
"En," Jiang Cheng rummaged through the medicine cabinet again, and took out a bottle of iodophor, "It's almost enough to use this disinfectant again."
"Does this also go up?" Gu Fei asked.
"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, "How long does it take to dip a little bit of cotton into such a big hole."
"You're quite dashing." Gu Fei said.
"Those who are looking for death still want to lie in bed. If you have the ability, don't get hurt." After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he poured the iodophor on it, and then dipped it with cotton wool.
"Actually... It's not that I don't want to take you there," Gu Fei raised his arm against the wall to let him deal with the injury on his waist, "The main thing is that this matter... has nothing to do with you."
"Well," Jiang Cheng knew what Gu Fei meant, and he could also guess that Jiang Bin wanted someone to vent his anger after losing the ball, but his backer, the monkey, didn't deal with Gu Fei, "but I am the trigger. Suo, if you didn't have to take the trouble for me, the monkey might not be able to find you trouble."
Gu Fei didn't say anything, he bumped into Jiang Cheng when he came back, let alone make up excuses, he didn't even care about what happened just now.
But Jiang Cheng made him feel a little emotional. Just like this, Jiang Cheng was able to quickly figure out the matter with just a little bit of information. As expected of a scholar, this logic should go to science.
"You make me lose face like this," Jiang Cheng splashed the alcohol bottle on his waist, "I..."
"Hey!" Gu Fei couldn't help shouting, "Can you predict when it's pouring!"
"Yes," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Now I'm going to do it a second time."
"You..." Gu Fei didn't say anything, Jiang Cheng splashed the wound again, he took a deep breath, "Are you trying to retaliate?"
"Okay," Jiang Cheng dipped the cotton wool, "Last time I prescribed two sticks of that wound adhesive or something in the hospital, I'll give you one tomorrow, it'll get better with that one."
"... Hmm." Gu Fei responded.
Although Jiang Cheng hadn't touched him in the whole process, the slightly painful touch of cotton wool on the wound still made half of his body feel numb and numb, but after the alcohol was poured, he immediately had no evil thoughts. , the mind is full of desires.
After all the gauze was pasted, the food delivery person came over, Jiang Cheng went and brought in the two bowls of rice bowls, Gu Fei set the small table up, and sat down.
It was only now that he felt that the tension of the afternoon was slowly loosening.
"This store," Jiang Cheng opened his bowl of rice bowl and stared at it for a long time, "It will definitely close this year."
"Huh?" Gu Fei opened his own and took a look, and it smelled pretty good.
"Every time I see a scrambled tomato that's bigger than my face, one egg is divided into eight portions," Jiang Cheng said, "I always say this."
Gu Fei stared at the tomato scrambled eggs in his lunch box for a while, couldn't help laughing, stopped after a long time, and pushed his green pepper beef over: "Do you want to change it?"
"No need," Jiang Cheng took a look at his lunch box, "It's just this kind of green pepper beef with one green pepper cut and eighty cuts of beef. This store is going to close this year."
Gu Fei ate while smiling, Jiang Cheng didn't speak any more, he lowered his head and started to eat with a displeased expression.
After eating silently for several minutes, Gu Fei raised his head and put down his chopsticks: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, looked at the piece of tomato sandwiched between chopsticks, and put it into his mouth after a while: "Is this matter finished?"
Gu Fei hesitated for a while: "I made an appointment with the monkey the day after tomorrow, after the game."
Jiang Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him.
"That's really a matter between me and the monkey," Gu Fei said. "If you lead the fire, it will always explode. It's a good thing together."
Jiang Cheng didn't say a word, he lowered his head and continued to eat.
This rice was quite unpalatable. The juice from the tomatoes didn't come out, the eggs were too few, and the rice was too soft and rotten. He stopped his chopsticks halfway through the meal.
"I can't eat it and put it on the table in the backyard." Gu Fei ate very quickly, and the whole box of lunch had reached its end. "There are stray cats who will come to eat."
"Oh," Jiang Cheng got up, took the half box of lunch to the backyard, put it on the table, stood there and waited, but didn't see a cat coming, so he went back to the store, "I didn't see a cat."
"The one that comes often is very timid, and someone won't come out." Gu Fei threw the empty lunch box away, put away the table, lit a cigarette, and leaned in front of the cashier.
Jiang Cheng sat on the chair, holding the phone and swiping back and forth with no purpose.
"I know I didn't call you today, you're quite upset," Gu Fei dipped his cigarette and looked at his shoes, "If it was just Jiang Bin, I'd call you, but if there's a monkey... I think it's okay."
Jiang Cheng glanced at him.
"Some things, if you can't touch it, you won't touch it, if you can't participate, you won't participate," Gu Fei breathed out a cigarette, "It's very troublesome."
"En." Jiang Cheng responded.
"You asked me the other day, why didn't you go to a vocational high school or something," Gu Fei looked at him, "Want to listen?"
"Okay." Jiang Cheng nodded.
Gu Fei went over to close the door of the store, and the rolling shutter door was also halfway down, and he took a chair and sat opposite him.
"I used to be like that," Gu Fei said after being silent for a while. "When I was in elementary school, I was always... fighting. My classmates from elementary school still walk around when they meet me on the street."
"School bully." Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"Anyway... I was beaten by my dad at home, and I beat others when I went out," Gu Fei smiled, "I didn't like to talk at that time, I would do anything if I did anything, and if I hurt someone, I was called to pay for it. Dad will clean me up again."
Jiang Cheng lightly sighed.
"In the first year of junior high, I pushed my deskmate out of the classroom window on the second floor," Gu Fei stretched out his legs and looked at his toes, "Actually, my dad also threw me, and I wasn't too hurt..."
Jiang Cheng stared at him in surprise, but did not speak.
"But that kid was seriously injured, his arms, legs, and ribs were broken. The school found my mother... At that time, my father just died," Gu Fei said in a low voice, "the school originally thought that I was in this situation. It's not appropriate to continue to stay in ordinary junior high school, plus this, let's go to work-study school."
"What kind of school is a work-study school?" Jiang Cheng asked. Seeing that Gu Fei was a little distracted, he lowered his head and turned on his phone to check.
A work-study school is a special education school set up by the People's Republic of China for minors who have minor violations of the law or criminal acts, and do not fall within the scope of administrative sanctions or penalties.
"Fuck?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.
"A lot of places have been canceled," Gu Fei shook his toes lightly, "The one I studied later changed to a higher school, and there weren't many students when I went there."
"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded, not knowing what to say.
"Actually, the principal suggested my mother to take me to see a psychiatrist at that time, thinking that I have serious violent tendencies or something." Gu Fei threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then touched another cigarette and lit it, "My mother No, Ermiao is already like that, she can't hear anyone saying that I have something wrong too... I went to work-study school."
"Are all students like you going?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"I'm considered a good child there," Gu Fei smiled, "It was only after spending time with those working-student students that I realized what it means to be incurable. How bad can the people be, I stayed for a year and a half, and I don’t want to have any contact with them again in my life.”
"Give me... a cigarette." Jiang Cheng said.
"You're out of cigarettes again?" Gu Fei took out the cigarette case, "Next time you're out of cigarettes, you can get them at the counter."
"It just happened to be gone." Jiang Cheng took a cigarette and lit it, feeling a little confused in his head.
In fact, looking at Gu Fei's usual stance, he could almost imagine what kind of past he had, but he didn't expect it to be so serious. As for Gu Fei's "killing" his father, he had digested it for a long time. I felt like I was swiped again, and my mind was buzzing.
"I seem to have digressed just now." Gu Fei said.
"Ah." Jiang Cheng looked at him, yet he didn't return to his senses.
Being thrown from the second floor by his own father, he couldn't accept it, and he was equally shocked when he threw the same table from the second floor window.
"The second floor of the classroom is higher than the second floor of the residential building," he said.
"Huh?" Gu Fei was stunned for a while. It took him a long time to realize what he was talking about, and then he suddenly turned his head to laugh, "Brother Cheng, I found that you have a strong ability to focus on key points."
"Smile," Jiang Cheng kept holding the cigarette in his hand after he lit the cigarette, only now did he remember to take a sip, "Did you digress? What was the previous theme?"
"In the second half of the third year of junior high school, the school was changed to a vocational high school. After we graduated, we basically stayed in this school to go to a vocational high school," Gu Fei said, "but I still want to go to general high school, I really don't want to stay with them anymore. , I don't want to have any interaction with them in my life."
"So you entered the fourth high school?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Well," Gu Fei nodded, "The fourth middle school is bad, it's easy to pass the test."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak. After taking two puffs of cigarettes, he let out a long sigh, suddenly not knowing what to say.
"Brother Cheng," Gu Fei got up, took a bottle of beer from the freezer, and took two sips with his teeth, "You are different from the people here, you have no idea how much trouble these people will get into if they get involved."
Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"If you fight and lose, some people will think that you are easy to bully. If you win, some people will think that you are an idiot. No matter what you do, you will always be stalked," Gu Fei said, "These people, the more distant they are. The far better, you know what I mean?"
"... Hmm." Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, took a breath, and let it out slowly.
"You are not Wang Xu, you are not Jiang Bin, you are not a monkey, you are a good student," Gu Fei said, "Take your class, learn your studies, then take your test, go to the school you want to go to, don't take your class. Get involved in these things yourself."
Jiang Cheng held out the cigarette in silence, rubbed his hands on his face a few times, and leaned back on the chair.
"I didn't let you go, I didn't want to take care of you," Gu Fei said, "I'm just afraid that you'll be stuck here, and I won't care about anyone else, because no one ever told me, 'I don't It will be rotten here', if you say it, you will do what you say, don't think I helped you, and I don't need to show any loyalty to me."
Jiang Cheng still didn't speak, but suddenly stood up, walked up to Gu Fei, and touched his head.
"...If someone else touched my head like this, I would beat someone." Gu Fei raised his head and glanced at him.
Jiang Cheng touched his head again.
"Damn." Gu Fei smiled.
Jiang Cheng pocketed the back of his head and hugged his head.
"Why?" Gu Fei's face was pressed against his stomach, so he could only ask in a sullen voice.
"Don't talk." Jiang Cheng said.
"I want to catch my breath." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng ignored him, and held on for a few more seconds before letting go of him. He fell back into his chair, looked at Gu Fei, and suddenly became happy, looking at Gu Fei and smiled.
Gu Fei took the beer and wanted to drink it, but he held the bottle to his mouth two or three times and stopped. Finally, he put the bottle on the ground and laughed.
"Me," Jiang Cheng said while smiling, "Actually, he is a serious person."
"Me too," Gu Fei took a gulp of beer and suppressed his laughter, "I hope you don't misunderstand."
"En," Jiang Cheng nodded, and continued to laugh for a while, before he could breathe evenly, then stretched his voice and sighed, and paused for a long time before speaking, "Can you tell me how you and the monkey will solve it? "
"Why ask this?" Gu Fei asked.
"If it's resolved in a fight, he will definitely not be able to beat you," Jiang Cheng said, "You guys will definitely not be one-on-one. The last time Wang Xu and I were blocked, he could still sell you face, so he wouldn't be able to fight for you. A bunch of people hit you one at a time, right?"
"En." Gu Fei smiled.
"So how do you solve it?" Jiang Cheng stared into Gu Fei's eyes.
Gu Fei looked at him, as if hesitating, and finally whispered two words: "Hurdle."
"What is it?" Jiang Cheng looked at him inexplicably.
"The steel mill's own rules," Gu Fei said, "is the accepted solution."
"What column? How to cross?" Jiang Cheng asked again.
"Has your idol changed recently?" Gu Fei took a sip of beer.
"What?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.
"Isn't my idol Grandpa Xiao Ming in the past," Gu Fei said, "Not anymore?"
"... Get out." Jiang Cheng felt in his pocket, took out the cigarette case, smoked a cigarette, and took it out.
Just when he was about to light a cigarette, Gu Fei clicked his tongue: "You still smoke me if you have a cigarette?"
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng looked at the cigarette in his hand, it really was there, he probably lost his head just now.
He stared at his cigarette for a while, then took the cigarette in his mouth and put it back in the cigarette case, stuffed it back into his pocket, and then reached out to Gu Fei: "Give me a cigarette."
Gu Fei took the cigarette case and threw it into his hand speechlessly.
"How do you cross this bar?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask while holding the cigarette without lighting it.
"The shop where you bought the bicycles, the road goes all the way, and there is a railway bridge," Gu Fei said. "Next to it is an old community. The factory has been relocated. Someone bought it and it hasn't been developed. The buildings are dilapidated buildings..."
"Fuck," Jiang Cheng interrupted before he could finish speaking, "Jump off the building?"
Gu Fei looked at him.
"Jump from this building to that building?" Jiang Cheng glared at him, "Really?"
"Well," Gu Fei responded, "Jump until someone gets hurt or quits."
"Is the air quality in your steel factory not good enough? Does hypoxia damage your IQ?" Jiang Cheng couldn't describe his feelings, "Why don't you say jumping until someone falls to his death?"
"Generally, it won't die, and the distance is not big." Gu Fei said with a smile.
"Brain," Jiang Cheng took the lighter and pressed it a few times without lighting the cigarette. As soon as the fire got close, it was blown out by the air coming out of his nose. In the end, he threw the lighter and the cigarette to the side of the stool. On, "It's really eye-opening that there are still such mentally disabled people in this world!"
Gu Fei took the cigarette, lit it, and handed it to him.
Jiang Cheng glanced at him, stretched out his hand and took the cigarette.
The two of them didn't speak anymore, the shop was very quiet, and there was no sound from the street, Jiang Cheng could hear his own breathing.
Inexplicably, he wanted to get angry, not at Gu Fei, nor at the monkey. He didn't know who he was attacking, and he didn't know what the anger was, but his anger was not smooth.
He raised his eyes and stared at Gu Fei, Gu Fei looked at him calmly.
He suddenly felt distressed.
Gu Fei was pulled away from his tacit teammates, from the deskmate with whom he had unspeakable secrets, and suddenly being pulled away by those messy darkness that he had never thought of, always felt out of reach, and turned into a mess that made him feel a little more than enough. invisible shadow.
He was distressed.
A cigarette was quickly finished in silence, and it was not pleasant at all, a little uncomfortable, and my throat was dry.
He pinched the cigarette and stretched out his hand in front of Gu Fei.
Gu Fei looked at his hand, probably not knowing what he was going to do, he hesitated for a while before putting his hand in his.
Jiang Cheng grasped it tightly, and then squeezed it hard for a while before releasing it.
"When? Jump to that building with ischemic brains?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Finish the finals." Gu Fei rubbed his hands that were a little white from his pinching.
"I want to see it," Jiang Cheng said. Gu Fei wanted to say something, but he waved his hand to interrupt him, "I won't let anyone know that I went, I just want to see it."
"What are you looking at?" Gu Fei asked helplessly.
"Look at what kind of person you are," Jiang Cheng looked at him, "I just want to see what kind of person you are."