Antidote

Jiang Yuduo has experienced countless nights of insomnia. Basically, he sits or lies in the dark with his eyes open, and occasionally calls several people to accompany him to find a place to drink.

However, there are very few times like this. Insomnia is not a simple sleeplessness. There will also be various kinds of pain, sleepiness, headaches, and inexplicable body numbness, so a better way to spend the night of insomnia is to be alone.

He has never had the experience like now, sitting at home like this, chatting in a late night with insomnia.

And this is still a person who is not on the same road with him at all, an unknown one, he felt trustable for a while, and he was suspicious for a while, the waste master.

Is there anything to talk about?

I can't think of any topic.

"Is there any wine?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What wine do you want to drink?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...You only have one cup," Cheng Ke said. "In this case, can the wine be picked?"

Without speaking, Jiang Yuduo walked to the cupboard next to the window with a cigarette, opened the door, and looked back at him: "Come and pick."

Cheng Ke froze for a moment, got up and walked to the cupboard, looking at the various wines lined up with a wall full of energy, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"I use that cup for everything I drink," Jiang Yuduo leaned against the wall. "Drinking is not a cup."

"Oh." Cheng Ke nodded.

"But there is nothing particularly good for wine," Jiang Yuduo said. "It was all brought by my little brothers during the holidays."

"I haven't studied the wine. I can't drink it if it's a good wine," Cheng Ke saw a white porcelain bottle through the faint light through the curtain. There was nothing on the bottle and it looked a bit old. He took it off with some curiosity, "What is this? Can you turn on the light?"

"Have you finished crying?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke didn't speak, especially wanting a bottle of backhand to smash Jiang Yu with three long and two short memories.

Jiang Yuduo turned on the lights in the past, and the room lit up at once.

Cheng Ke saw that the bottle in his hand was indeed a plain white porcelain bottle, and a small piece of cotton cloth was tied to the sealing place, which was a little gray.

He smelled it and turned his head to look at Jiang Yuduo: "Just this, smells very..."

I hadn't felt anything before. Now I suddenly turned my head to see Jiang Yuduo, who was only wearing a pair of underwear under the bright lights. He suddenly didn't know where to look.

"Let's turn off the lights," he said.

"Walk me?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"You can wear some clothes," Cheng Ke said. "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold," Jiang Yuduo went slowly and turned off the lights. "I'll have no problem washing the cold water these days."

After the lights were turned off, Cheng Ke relaxed and put the wine on the table: "Is this wine made by myself?"

"Chen Qing brought it," Jiang Yu snatched the kitchen and took two bowls out. "When his mother was pregnant, his dad wanted a girl, and he believed that he was pregnant, so he buried the altar. He said that when he was 18, he dug up and drank, and his daughter was red."

Cheng Ke smiled: "That's not bad, buried wine for more than ten years."

"No, it was such a gadget when I was born, I dug it out that day," Jiang Yuduo took a sealed box out of the refrigerator again, "put it in the kitchen and put it with the pickles jar, but also put it It's been more than ten years."

"Have you ever drunk?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Drinked it. We took it last month and we drank it." Jiang Yuduo opened the wine bottle, filled the two bowls, and pushed one bowl to Cheng Ke.

"How is it?" Cheng Ke sniffed in the past, very fragrant.

"It has been put for more than ten years," Jiang Yuduo said. "A bottle of horse urine is probably fragrant."

Cheng Ke glanced at him, feeling that his temper was really good at the moment, but he was not unhappy.

Jiang Yuduo opened the sealed box and pushed it in front of him: "Smelt this again."

Cheng Ke sniffed: "Dry beef?"

"Well," Jiang Yu nodded, "how?"

"Very good." Cheng Ke didn't think about it, grabbed a piece and put it directly into his mouth, chewing hard twice.

From noon to now, he ate a small cake, and thought he was already hungry. When he chewed the beef, he realized that he could not be hungry.

The stomach cried out with tears.

Jiang Yuduo, who was taking another bowl of wine in front of him, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed.

"I heard the voice." Jiang Yuduo said softly.

He couldn't see his expression in the dark, but Cheng Ke could feel the vigilance on his face when he listened to him.

"I." Cheng Ke cleared his throat. "My stomach, I called..."

Before he had finished speaking, his stomach seemed to support his words, and he called again, and he suddenly felt embarrassed and wanted to lie on the table.

"You..." Jiang Yuduo seemed relieved, and then a little surprised. "Even if it's broken, can't I just get rid of it just now?"

"I am hungry," Cheng Ke said.

"Fuck, you're so hungry. You said," Jiang Yuduo took the phone. "I want to eat, I'll ask someone to bring it over, but if you want to eat the senior master's supper, it may be a bit difficult. At this time, only BBQ."

Cheng Ke didn't speak. The sudden light of a human face in the darkness should have been a little horrified, but I don't know why, Jiang Yuduo was usually not such an amazing and handsome face, but he could resist it. This pale white light from bottom to top.

Jiang Yuduo started dialing, and he recovered. He quickly reached out and shook his hand on the screen: "No! Just have beef jerky!"

"No?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"It's really not necessary. When you ask someone to send me, I'm full of beef jerky." Cheng Ke is very glad that he is not a temporary guest set, but there are good reasons.

"That's all right." Jiang Yuduo put the phone aside, picked up the bowl and knocked on the bowl in front of him, took a sip of wine.

Cheng Ke couldn't care about the image anymore. After chewing four pieces of beef jerky, he stopped and took a sip of wine.

The wine was indeed good, and it slid into his appetite warmly, and he leaned back on the back of the chair, gently relieved.

Jiang Yuduo sat opposite him, slowly tearing a piece of beef jerky with a piece of beef.

Because he couldn't see his expression clearly, he couldn't touch his eyes, and he couldn't see Jiang Yuduo's body with only one pair of underwear. Cheng Ke didn't feel any discomfort with it.

Jiang Yuduo finished tearing a piece of beef jerky and drank half a bowl of wine before asking: "Aren't you going to chat? What are you talking about?"

Yeah, what are you talking about?

Cheng Ke originally thought that there should be quite a lot to say, to someone who is unfamiliar and who was completely impossible to reach before, no matter what he said, he would have a sense of arrogant security.

Just chatting for a while, and thinking of what to say, Jiang Yuduo suddenly asked, just like calling for a preparation, so he didn't know how to speak.

"Anything you want to talk about?" he asked.

"It's you who chats in the middle of the night, you ask me?" Jiang Yuduo said, "but you have to let me chat."

"Well." Cheng Ke looked over to him, only to see the faint light on the bridge of his nose, straight.

"I just wanted to talk about it," Jiang Yuduo took a sip of wine and leaned on the table to move forward. "What the **** are you doing here?"

This sentence again.

Cheng Ke didn't even want to sigh: "What do you think I'm here for?"

"Who did you just see?" Jiang Yuduo was still lying on the table, his voice lowered with a horrible, hoarse voice.

To be honest, Jiang Yuduo's voice is quite good. If it is not his topic that is inexplicable now, Cheng Ke would like to praise it.

"Just now?" Cheng Ke asked.

"You stand across the street," Jiang Yuduo said, "Who is the person you saw?"

"The person I saw?" Cheng Ke suddenly felt a creepy feeling, his back suddenly shivered for a while, he couldn't help but grabbed his back and pulled it twice on his back.

"Don't think of it," Jiang Yuduo said, "I've been watching you in the house."

"I didn't see anything. Where did the people come from on the street?" Cheng Ke was patient.

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and stood up after a while. In the past, he turned on the light in the living room, turned around, walked over to him, and bent down to stare at his face.

This kind of scene is so amazing that Cheng Ke had to reach out and push Jiang Yuduo's shoulder: "I really didn't see anyone. If you say that, I feel a little scared now."

"Afraid of a fart, I want to really say that you are my friend, and few people here dare to move you," Jiang Yuduo stood upright, turned off the lights in the past, and sat back across the table, "Are you Want to take your watch back?"

"...No," Cheng Ke froze for a moment, then sighed, "If you don't say it, I have forgotten about it."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded, "I can't take it back, I won't give it to you."

"Hold it." Cheng Ke took a sip of wine.

Suddenly lost.

It's not because of that Jaeger-LeCoultre, a watch, and there is no commemorative significance. If it goes to 300,000, he can still think about it.

His loss comes from Jiang Yuduo's sentence "I want to really say that you are my friend."

Jiang Yuduo did not regard him as a friend.

Of course, it’s not surprising that he wasn’t considered a friend. He always defined Jiang Yuduo as a “landlord”, a person he didn’t know well.

But I don’t know why, but I still feel a little lost.

Perhaps it was his friend who came too easily. At the previous rhythm, his relationship with Jiang Yuduo could already be given the title of "friend".

Or maybe his friend went too easily, and said that he would go away. He was a bit uncomfortable with his empty life and wanted to catch any "friend."

"I thought..." Cheng Ke still couldn't resist speaking out, but he stopped immediately after speaking. When did he fall to the point where he needed to be depressed about such a thing?

A Jiang Yu seizes nothing, does it have anything to do with friends? He had never been able to be a friend with such a person before, even the most hypocritical kind of friend.

"I don't think anyone is my friend," Jiang Yuduo said. "We are mixed on the street, unlike you juniors. Friends are here with me..."

Jiang Yuzhuo poked on the table: "It's heavy."

"I don't see it," Cheng Ke said, "I have no friends."

He took a sip of wine, took a piece of beef jerky, and slowly gnawed two bites. He had to admit that he admired Jiang Yuduo's keenness.

Although this keenness is often used in magical places.

"It's no surprise that there are no friends," Jiang Yuduo said. "It's not easy to have a few friends in my life by my standards."

"Are you like Chen Qing?" Cheng Ke asked.

"He is a fool," Jiang Yuduo said, "I want to kill him every day."

Cheng Ke laughed, this is a friend.

"Actually, the one who ate with you that day, Xu Ding?" Jiang Yuduo helped him fill the bowl of wine, "Is it your friend?"

"I'm not familiar with him before," Cheng Ke said, "I haven't eaten alone with him outside of cooperation."

"Oh," Jiang Yudou nodded and shook gently against the back of the chair. "What's your "before" like?"

"...I don't know what to say," Cheng Ke took a sip of wine and smiled bitterly. "Just look at what I call you all day."

"I usually don't understand housework. There are many such people," Jiang Yuduo said. "It's not just you."

"Not the same." Cheng Ke took out the squashed cigarette case from his pocket and lit a cigarette, "I don't even know what I should do next."

"Next?" Jiang Yuduo took a bowl and knocked on his bowl. "Drink and eat meat."

"I grew up so much that I lived together and never thought about what to do or want to do," Cheng Ke flicked his fingers on the bowl with a smile: "I was kicked out of my house by my dad."

Jiang Yuduo paused to drink, then drank a couple of drinks and leaned back in his chair: "I thought you were driven out of your house by your brother."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, picked up the bowl of Chongjiang Yu and snatched it up, drinking half a bowl of wine.

"The agent said you were an artist," Jiang Yuduo said, "What art do you do?"

"...Do you believe in the agent?" Cheng Ke laughed.

"It's usually exaggerated, but it's not too brazen. You still have a point where he can exaggerate," Jiang Yuduo said, "what is it?"

Cheng Ke sighed: "He asked me what job I was doing. I couldn't always say that I was unemployed, so I said a sand painting."

"What is sand painting?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Draw something with sand," Cheng Ke gestured on the table, explaining it with what Jiang Yuduo understood, "Just... throw a few hands of sand, and draw by hand."

"Oh." Jiang Yuduo stared at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

After watching for a while, Jiang Yuduo stood up and turned into the kitchen.

Cheng Ke pinched the cigarette, took a sip of wine, and leaned his head back against the back of the chair.

This wine is quite good. He usually drinks two consecutive times as usual. He must be uncomfortable at this moment, but now he has no other discomfort except a little dizziness.

When you raise your head, the slight sway in the air makes you feel relaxed and peaceful.

Jiang Yuduo came out of the kitchen again and threw a bag of things onto the table.

Cheng Ke squeezed his eyebrows, trying to see what he had eaten, but in the faint light, he found that a bag was thrown on the table. The unopened one looked like...

"Draw one and see." Jiang Yuduo said.

"What to draw?" Cheng Ke froze.

"Sand painting," Jiang Yuduo pointed to the bag, "This is salt."

"...You asked me to paint sand with salt?" Cheng Ke reached out and squeezed across the bag. It was really salt, big grain of sea salt.

"Isn't it the same as sand?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"The kind of salt painting is called salt painting," Cheng Ke tried to explain. "These two are not the same, and your salt particles are bigger..."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak and turned back into the kitchen.

Cheng Ke sighed on the table and said, "Jiang Yuduo... No, brother, can you not toss it?"

When Jiang Yuduo came out of the kitchen again, he threw three more bags of salt onto the table, just in front of his nose.

Cheng Ke reached out and squeezed, this time it was fine salt.

"Why did you buy so much salt?" he asked helplessly.

"Wait for a sand artist to paint for me one day." Jiang Yuduo sat down.

"Change the day," Cheng Ke said, "I don't want to paint now, I'm a little dizzy."

"No," Jiang Yuduo's answer was very simple, "just now."

"Why?" Cheng Ke raised his head and looked at him, he couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Because," Jiang Yuduo tapped twice on the table, "I don't believe it."

"Huh?" Cheng Ke still looked at him.

"Don't want to just make a nonsense and confuse me. You can paint now," Jiang Yuduo's voice was a little cold. "Don't think of this door if you can't paint, don't think of going out without painting."

Cheng Ke couldn't be shocked by Jiang Yuduo's cold and hot attitude anymore, plus he was a little dizzy at the moment, he was just upset.

It's not that Jiang Yuduo didn't even force him to paint sand in the middle of the night, but Jiang Yuduo didn't believe he could paint sand.

Although the family didn't disdain, he thought that playing this thing was just a play, no level, but he knew where his level was, otherwise Xu Ding would not ask Liu Tiancheng to ask him.

This is the only bright spot in his waste life, so that he did not end up completely reduced to a useless waste, the only bright spot, even if he himself has never taken it seriously.

"Turn on the light." Cheng Ke stood up and touched it on the table, very smooth.

Jiang Yu grabbed himself and turned on the light in the past.

The violently lit lights made Cheng Ke confused for a moment. Before this matter was put to rest, he smiled. He lived to no avail, and he couldn't commit himself because of a person who couldn't hit with an eight or sixty-four pole. Angry at the denial.

Maybe two wines burned today.

He glanced at Jiang Yuduo: "Get dressed."

"You painted yours, do you care if I wear clothes or not?" Jiang Yuduo stood still, and frowned.

"This is at least respect," Cheng Ke held his arm on the table to see if he was still standing. He raised his voice and yelled again, "Do you **** wear it!"

"Fuck!" Jiang Yuduo was taken aback by his roar, pointing at him for a long time before turning back into the bedroom. "If I put on your mother, if I can't draw it, I'll take off my pants immediately. Dry you!"

"What if I drew it?" Cheng Ke felt that, with his vigour, he didn't care about Jiang Yuduo's habit of running down the road three times from time to time. He slowly picked up a bag of salt and tore it open, pinched a bit Come out and rub at your fingertips.

"Free your monthly rent." Jiang Yuduo said in the bedroom.

"I'm not short of the money." Cheng Ke put all the things on the table on the coffee table. This table has a black glass surface, which is quite suitable.

"The tone is big?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Nonsense, you have to do me if I can't draw it," Cheng Ke said. "I don't have to pay monthly rent if I want to draw it? Isn't it too unfair."

"Come on," Jiang Yuduo wore a pair of sweatpants and walked out slowly. "Since you want to do me this way, then do it like this."

Cheng Ke smiled and said nothing.

He doesn't actually need any bets, especially this kind of stupid bet that he and Liu Tiancheng can say 250 nights.

"What to draw?" Cheng Ke grabbed a handful of salt from the salt bag and sprinkled it lightly on the table. The black table was quickly evenly covered with a layer of white.

"I." Jiang Yuduo saw Cheng Ke's first action to know that he really didn't lie.

As for Cheng Ke, a waste product of household chores, when pouring water, people will feel that they have used the wrong hand, but these few actions of salting are skillful and handsome. This smooth flow of clouds and water can be seen at a glance. I know that even if I can't draw sand, I have at least three years of experience in peeing and sand.

"You?" Cheng Ke looked up at him.

"Why," Jiang Yuduo also looked at him, "Can't I draw my complicated handsome?"

"Draw a meow first, I haven’t touched it in more than a month," Cheng Ke lowered his head and tapped on the salt spread on the table with a finger, and then a line was drawn around his finger, "The hand is a little bit Health."

"Huh." Jiang Yuduo responded, staring at his fingertips.

After the first arc, Cheng Ke paused a little, then came the second, and the third, Jiang Yuduo was surprised to find that with just a few strokes of this finger, he could already see that this was a cat.

Cheng Ke squeezed some salt with his finger again, and gently twirled the cat's head. A small dot in the middle of a circle appeared. He didn't even see how the salt fell from Cheng Ke's fingertips.

The following "process" can't be called a process for him, because he can't see clearly at all, the only thing that can be seen is that Cheng Ke pinches the salt from the salt bag, and the blank that his fingertips are wiped out Or a white line passing by.

The shape of the meow appeared little by little under the fingertips of Cheng Ke. Although there were only two colors, black and white, and the lines were simple, the appearance of the meow was very similar. Meow.

Cheng Ke clapped his hands after drawing the last meow of his beard and looked up at him: "Can I draw?"

"Count." Jiang Yu nodded.

"That line," Cheng Ke lit a cigarette and spit out a cigarette, "I **** you?"