Antidote

Cheng Ke looked at the villain playing the disc for almost ten seconds. He gritted his teeth and walked over.

While bending over and trying to pick up money, someone behind him shouted, "Hey!"

Cheng Ke didn't look back. Hearing the movement of the engine, he wanted to get his head stuck.

I don't know if it's because of too much concentration. He stopped when the car came and stopped, and this voice really embarrassed him.

The sound was quite magnetic, he could hear it, it was the scar just now.

"Are you really for this one hundred?" The voice of the scar was pleasing, and if you look back, you can definitely see the smile on his face.

"Pick it up, hurry up," said the scar. "It will be time for others to pick it up."

Cheng Ke straightened his waist and turned around: "Leave it to someone more in need."

"Huh?" The scar leaned on the window and looked at him.

"Go pick it up," Cheng Ke said, "don't run for nothing."

The scar smiled, touched a cigarette, and took out the lighter and slammed it: "There is a wallet inside, is it yours?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak.

"I didn't treat you like a broken one," the scar exhaled a thin cigarette. "It's all done when you speak."

"Give me." Cheng Ke said.

"What?" The scar looked at him.

"Lighter." Cheng Ke said.

The scar was stunned, and he handed the lighter in his hand: "It's illegal to burn money, let alone the one, it's not impressive to burn it."

Cheng Ke took the cigarette out and lit it, then put the lighter into his pocket.

The scar looked at his pocket.

"Thank you." Cheng Ke nodded at him.

The scar didn't say anything. After touching it in his pocket for a while, he handed over another card: "I'm in trouble, this young master, this is my business card. If you have any help, please call me."

Cheng Ke stood still.

Scar said again: "My name is Jiang Yuduo, just my third brother."

Jiang Yuduo? 3rd Brother?

Cheng Ke still stood still.

"I'm relying on you for a little glance, this is the third brother! This is the third brother's site!" The driver's body leaned over and pointed at him, "The third brother said this. , What the **** are you **** pretending to be!"

Site?

Cheng Ke remembered the heads-up between him and the third brother before, a boss who could beat someone on the trash bin, and the site?

Are you in charge of the seven, seven, forty-nine trash cans here? One of them was crushed by the boss himself.

Cheng Ke couldn't help but looked up at the third brother Jiang Yuduo seriously.

I didn't wear a hat at this time, and I was in my early twenties, just an ordinary handsome guy, but the viciousness of the unexplained face vaguely made people a little wary, probably because of the blessing of the scar.

"Hold it," Jiang Yu grabbed the finger of the card and shook at him. "It's always right to leave a little more for everything."

Cheng Ke hesitated for two seconds and took the card from him.

While looking down, Jiang Yuduo closed the window and drove away.

Cheng Ke glanced at the card and raised his head violently, staring for a long time in the direction of the car.

Isn't this man really mentally ill?

He couldn't help but looked down at the card in his hand again.

He has received countless business cards, exquisite, casual, business, elite, stream of consciousness... for the first time received the cigarette shell fan.

The "business card" Jiang Yuduo gave him was cut from a cigarette shell, no, to be exact, a hard shell paper.

Three words were written on it with a ballpoint pen, Jiang Yuduo.

Below is a mobile phone number.

This grade! This specification!

It looks like the sky is the shopkeeper's handy bookkeeping tool, also the third brother? Return to the site? I am afraid that seven, seven, forty-nine trash cans account for 20% of the shares!

"Third Brother," Chen Qing turned to look at Jiang Yuduo's face while driving, "Are you okay, and don't grab things, why go back this trip?"

"Talk about it." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...What do you see?" Chen Qing was very puzzled, and nodded again. "I'm practicing my own judgment. I just took a closer look. This person is definitely not picking up rags, and he's dressed quite well." Pay attention, it looks like a little..."

"Look at the road." Jiang Yuduo interrupted him.

"Okay." Chen Qing turned his head to stare ahead. When Jiang Yuduo wanted to remind him, he had turned on under the red light.

"I'll give you twenty yuan," Jiang Yu grabbed his eyebrows. "Are you going to see your brain?"

"Twenty dollars to see what kind of brain." Chen Qing said.

"Just your brain that you didn't know when the red light stopped!" Jiang Yu grabbed a slap on the back of his head, "15 yuan is enough!"

"I fuck!" Chen Qing shouted, "I didn't pay attention!"

Jiang Yuduo slapped a slap on the back of his head: "My mother will give you five more to eat early!"

"It's okay," Chen Qing thought for a while. "The car is Yang Laogui's. Let him hand it over. Anyway, he will be able to open the New Year's Card when he violates the regulations. It is estimated that he can't remember it."

Jiang Yuduo sighed.

"Go straight back?" Chen Qing asked. "I'll send you back to play your sister's card twice."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"What about cats?" Chen Qing asked again, "It's not so tasty to be so small, do you have to raise them first."

"How can my mother grow up with you?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "I didn't let you die?"

"We're so irony," Chen Qing laughed. "If it weren't for you to take me out of the river that time, I must have died."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak and turned to look out the window.

"Just that young master," Chen Qing said, "Do you want to save a hand, and get some benefits later?"

Jiang Yuduo still didn't speak.

"That's right, anyway, it doesn't look like who sent you to trouble you," Chen Qing didn't need him to respond, and analyzed it on his own. "But you didn't ask him what his name is, now What's the situation... or should I ask some people to follow me?"

"Would you like to tell him in the past?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at him.

Chen Qing laughed: "Okay, I get it, it can't be that obvious."

Cheng Ke felt that he didn't know much about life, or put another way of not giving face, that was quite wasteful.

For example, what should I do when I only have a hundred dollars and an ID card?

Apart from sitting in a daze in McDonald's, he couldn't think of a second plan.

But okay, there are not many people in McDonald's at this time. A few passengers with luggage, three or five students lying on the table brushing questions, no one speaks, it is clean and warm.

Cheng Ke looked at a cup of coffee in front of him and yawned.

Sleepy.

I've washed my face twice before. The first time I washed a mouth smashed by Jiang Yu, and the second time I felt dizzy when I was grilled by the heater.

Cheng Ke touched the corners of his eyes. He was not afraid of pain. When he was a child, he fought with Cheng Yi. When Cheng Yi broke his head with a stool and sewed a few stitches, he endured it without saying a word.

But the magic thing is that until now, he didn't feel the pain in his mouth now.

This is not a question of whether he can bear the pain, it may be that he was paralyzed by a punch.

Cheng Ke smiled at the coffee and lay down on the table.

Or is there something else, other pain, that covers the insignificant pain caused by the insignificant wound on the face.

This is the first time Cheng Ke has slept in this position outside the bedroom, and is still asleep.

Not only fell asleep, but also dreamed.

Starting from the old father's phrase "respectful, cautious, meaning the word" in the distant memory, until the end of "Jiang Yuduo" written by the blue ballpoint pen.

Dreams are supposed to be very long. If you want to make a name, you can call it "My Little First Half", but there are many plots in the middle that are cut relentlessly because of excessive repetition and meaninglessness, so I feel that just a few shots are over.

When Cheng Ke opened his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. If it weren't for this dream, he really didn't expect that his 20-year life was so boring.

There were already a lot of people around, carrying a dinner plate around, and Cheng Ke immediately met several unsatisfied eyes when he looked up.

He glanced at the time, such a situation, such an environment, such a posture, he actually can sleep until more than eight in the morning, I do not know if it is a kind of power.

He got up and left the table, went to the toilet, washed his face and still felt that the whole person was not awake, a little trance, and his steps were floating, there was always an illusion that he had not completely woke up from that boring dream.

There was no direction to go out, there was a small supermarket opposite, he went in, bought a bottle of mouthwash and re-entered McDonald.

In fact, just sip on the roadside, but he still wants to differentiate himself from the tramp.

When I came out again, I felt sober.

Cheng Ke stood on the side of the road, and suddenly had the kind of daze last night, and was stunned for a long time.

He is going to replenish a bank card, withdraw money, and then buy a mobile phone, and then add a number... In fact, he does not know how much money he has in the bank card, anyway, he always has money in it, but he does There is no big expense, so I have a meal and buy two clothes or something.

Cheng Ke suddenly had no idea. What if his mother happened to be eating a meal and buying two clothes?

No, no, it should not be. Although he is a waste, in the eyes of the whole family, he is not even as good as a small fingernail of Cheng Yi, but he still has money.

Not to...

Cheng Ke turned around and wanted to go to the intersection, planning to find a bank and ask how to get it.

Before stepping out, his shoulders slammed against a person approaching him.

"You **** blind!" the man scolded.

Cheng Ke's "I'm sorry" was suffocated in his throat with such a roar in his ear.

He didn't make a sound, didn't look at the man, and went straight on.

Before yesterday, this person didn't want to say everything.

He is completely in no mood now, not in a bad mood, and not in the mood to confess. He just wants to do what he can do first, withdraw money, buy a mobile phone, he urgently needs...

The right shoulder was hit hard from behind by someone.

A mobile phone.

Cheng Ke staggered forward two or three steps before stopping.

When I turned back to look, I realized that there were four people standing behind.

It is estimated that the hangover has not returned, and a smell similar to the trash can at the back door of the bar can be smelled so far away.

Cheng Ke flicked twice on his shoulders, turned sideways back, and made a pose to go.

The few people rushed up as he expected. He closed his posture and punched his right hand back on the face of the man in the front. He made him stagger a few steps to the side to stand.

A very strong person, but also very beating, Cheng Ke shocked his wrists sore in the past.

He is not a trouble-troubler. He usually has a group activity with those "unlucky friends of wine and flesh". There is really no trouble, and he does not need to face it alone.

He didn't understand what happened to these two days, and the irritable unhealthy things went with him, and he could step on the thorns when he turned around.

He was basically breathing out this punch.

Yesterday, with that round of fighting with Jiang Yuduo, he didn't get the upper hand, and he had several wounds on his face. Now this punch is really cool.

However, the consequences of this impulse and anger have to be borne by himself. Three of the other four people began to dig into their pockets. No matter what they pulled out, he might not be an opponent.

Cheng Ke made a decisive shot in this 0.1 second.

He turned around and pulled his leg and ran to the intersection.

There were quite a few people going to work at this time. After a few steps, the escape route was blocked. He could only change the direction and ran to a place where there were fewer people. After all, escape was not his strong point. The intention to give up.

After running for a while, Cheng Ke was very depressed, and he still underestimated the determination of a few hangovers who were not too awake to pursue such a small thing.

They estimated that it was in this place, and the terrain was quite familiar. When Cheng Ke turned three corners and ran out of a small fork, he actually copied two from the former bread.

"Fuck?" Cheng Keqi'er was not enough at all. He glanced back and found out that the four people didn't know when they were divided.

Cheng Ke feels that he is actually a person who is particularly easy to give up. Any small setback may make him suddenly discouraged, so now in this situation, there is a moment in his mind that he wants to stop running, which is really impossible. The idea of ​​getting them beaten.

Fortunately, there was a passage between the two residential buildings that swept the corner of the eyes three meters ahead.

The last one, give it up before it ran away.

Cheng Ke gritted his teeth into the passage.

There are still two buildings on the other side of the aisle, and there is an aisle of the same style. He continued to rush forward.

He froze when he ran out again.

This is the back of several residential buildings, an open street garden, a very common place, a place where you can walk birds during the day and dance at night.

But now it is not very common.

Right next to his flower bed, a large group of people either sat or stood, and at least a dozen of them passed, and Jiang Yuduo was sitting there with a cigarette in the middle.

When he rushed out, all the people turned their heads and stared at him in unison, he could almost hear these eyes shouting in unison, we all are not good people.

The only difference is that Jiang Yuduo, both in expression and eyes, is very calm. From the beginning, Cheng Ke can see a smile on his lips.

In this embarrassing stalemate, the soldiers behind him arrived.

The one at the forefront flew forward as soon as he rushed out, and Cheng Ke hid for a moment, and the man threw himself into an empty space.

Jiang Yuduo, who had been sitting still for a while, finally raised his arm and stretched his waist.

A group of people around him seemed to have received orders, and even rushed over.

Cheng Ke suddenly felt that he was a person from front to back, left, right, up and down, and he could not even see which way he came from, but this feeling quickly disappeared. The four and the group disappeared for a few seconds.

Only he and Jiang Yuduo were left at the scene.

"It's so coincident." Jiang Yuduo took the smoke from his mouth and looked at him with a smile.

Cheng Ke feels that Jiang Yuduo looks more pleasing during the day than at night, but his face is really not suitable for this kind of kind smile, it makes people feel chilly in the back.

He cleared his throat, turned his head and looked at the direction of the sudden disappearance of everyone. From afar, he could hear the sound of someone screaming and cursing, not knowing whether he was fighting or beating.

"They..." Cheng Ke pointed in the direction of the sound.

"The thorns in this piece," Jiang Yuduo said, "why are you messing with them? Did you flip the trash can and fight again?"

Cheng Ke looked at him.

"If it weren't for me," Jiang Yuduo pressed the cigarette butts out on the ground, "you can't get out of this piece today."

"...Thank you." Cheng Ke hesitated and thanked him, although he could not judge whether the group of people who rushed out just received Jiang Yuduo's order to save him or because he had private enemies.

"Aren't you talking about me if you have trouble?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Oh." Cheng Ke touched his pocket subconsciously, and found that the cigarette shell Jiang Yu snatched him was no longer in his pocket.

"Lost business card?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...What do you call that thing?" Cheng Ke couldn't help asking.

"It's okay," Jiang Yuduo pulled out a flat cigarette shell paper from the bottom of his butt, "I'll give you another one."

"No," Cheng Ke quickly waved his hand. "Really, no, thank you."

Jiang Yuduo looked at him and squinted his eyes, the expression on his face was somewhat unpredictable.

"Thank you." Cheng Ke took two steps back and turned around to walk quickly towards the road.

Why this man is so keen to tear the cigarette shells for strangers. He doesn't want to understand. He only knows that Jiang Yuduo's smile on his lips disappeared when he refused to accept the business card again.

Whether it is really in charge of the trash can or not, this man is also the boss who stretches out and has more than 20 people rushing out. The key is that more than 20 people are still there. Cheng Ke doesn't want to cause any trouble.

Withdraw money and buy a mobile phone.

He didn't expect that he would be so longing for these two things one day.

"Call someone to follow the kid." Jiang Yu snatched a cigarette and said to Chen Qing who had just ran over.

"Which kid?" Chen Qing asked.

"Your father." Jiang Yu grabbed a frown.

"Got it, Jaeger-LeCoultre," Chen Qing nodded. "I'll go with it, be steady."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and Chen Qing turned away with confidence and walked away.

"Right." Jiang Yu sighed.

"Huh?" Chen Qing turned to look at him.

"Go to his mother's right!" Jiang Yu roared and pointed at him. "Give you three seconds, and after three seconds, my mother will spit you in foam!"

"I just parked my car over there..." Chen Qing immediately ran to the right.

Jiang Yuduo sat by the flower bed and finished smoking, got up and left the small garden.

What to eat early every day is a very worrying thing. Jiang Yuduo likes morning tea on the corner of the restaurant, but the time has passed and he has been eating for half a month, which is really nothing. It's edible.

"Third Brother!" Someone called him behind.

Jiang Yuduo's hands in his pocket consciously clenched the knife before turning his head.

"Have you eaten early?" A child named Skinny Monkey ran over and ran quite fluttering. When the wind blew a bit, he ran out of the effect, "Eat together?"

"Soybean milk fritters?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him in disgust.

"Then it can be at least beef sauce," said the thin monkey, "please have the third brother eat it early and there is no meat!"

Jiang Yuduo followed Skinny Monkey into a newly opened early shop next to him, looking at the pile of food that Skinny Monkey brought over and frowned and asked, "Who the **** are you working with at night?"

"No!" Skinny Monkey is anxious. "I'm not listening to your job as a waiter in an Internet cafe! I was paid yesterday! I immediately thought of coming to you..."

"Got it," Jiang Yuduo picked up the chopsticks. "Don't take it anymore. Are you here for your monthly salary?"

"No," the thin monkey happily patted his pocket. "And what else."

After eating, Jiang Yuduo's cell phone rang, and Chen Qing called.

"Come and eat early." Jiang Yuduo answered the phone.

"Jaeger-LeCoultre entered a bank," Chen Qing said, "I told the lobby manager for a long time, do you want to get a large sum of money! Do you want to call the two to come and wait for him to come out..."

"You go buy two buns and eat them first." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Ah?" Chen Qing froze.

"Don't eat and destroy IQ early." Jiang Yuduo hung up the phone.

The young master who was in trouble is indeed a bit of a problem. When he fought the battle yesterday, he had touched all the pockets on the young master, except for half a pack of cigarettes.

Even if I picked up the hundred pieces, that is, one hundred pieces plus half a pack of cigarettes, just went to the bank?

Jiang Yu grabbed his frown, and it was very problematic.