Antidote

Cheng Ke had never eaten such glutinous rice dumplings, to be exact, he had never eaten any form of glutinous rice dumplings at an early stall.

It was surprising that the glutinous rice dumplings with a lot of lotus leaves underneath could be so delicious.

He was a little younger, and as soon as he walked to the east gate, he had finished eating.

"How much is this dumpling?" He asked Jiang Yuduo, "It's delicious."

"Are you going to give money?" Jiang Yuduo said, "ten yuan."

"...I didn't want to give money." Cheng Ke said.

"Oh," Jiang Yuduo glanced at him. "Five yuan, plus a piece of money, a total of six."

"Why are you still paying two prices?" Cheng Ke looked at him, Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and looked forward, Cheng Ke reacted, "Why, I want to give you money and you want to earn me four?

"Spit it out if you are not convinced." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke gave him a thumbs up: "I am very convinced."

A taxi drove over and Jiang Yu beckoned.

The taxi approached, and when there was still a few meters away from them, there was a voice behind him: "Taxi! I just fuck!"

Cheng Ke didn't look back. A few people at first glance showed that the little gangster ran over and pulled the door to get in the car.

"Fuck?" Cheng Ke froze, turning his head to look at Jiang Yuduo.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, just looked at it.

The taxi started, drove about ten meters, and suddenly stopped again.

The door opened, and all the people who just got on the bus got out of the car again. A bald boy ran towards them. While running, he pointed back at the taxi: "Wait!"

"Third Brother," the bald head ran to them and stopped, and Chongjiang Yuduo smiled awkwardly, "I didn't see you."

Jiang Yuduo snorted: "Aren't you used to getting used to it?"

"That's not, mainly because you didn't see that you two are going to take a taxi." Bald scratched his head.

"Fuck your mother's farts," Jiang Yuduo said, "why don't we get a taxi, he's running here and stopped here, what do you want to call a car!"

"Third Brother, you get in the car." Shaved his head and bent over.

Jiang Yuduo walked over to the car and looked back at him again: "Did't you go back last night?"

"Well, you can see it all?" asked Bald.

"Nonsense! If it cools down today, will you be able to stay out of the house!" Jiang Yuduo pointed at his head. "The scalp is frozen!"

"It's okay." The bald head touched his head again, and he laughed twice.

Jiang Yuduo took his hat down and threw it to him: "Go!"

"Thank you third brother!" shouted bald.

After getting in the car, Cheng Ke could still hear his bald head chasing the car and shouted again: "Third Brother! Thank you!"

"Thank you uncle, it's not over." Jiang Yuduo whispered.

Cheng Ke looked at him and whispered, "I don't think you guys on the street don't say thank you?"

"He is far behind me." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Isn't he about your age?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.

"He is my younger brother," Jiang Yuduo said, "grandson, get it?"

"...Understood." Cheng Ke nodded.

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak anymore, took out his cell phone and turned it on, it was estimated to start reading novels again.

Cheng Ke leaned on the window glass. The outside temperature was scary and the wind was strong, but the sun was very good. Sitting in the car with the heater can't blow the wind, it was very comfortable.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuduo's profile.

Jiang Yuduo reads it very seriously, but his reading speed is quite slow.

"Is that thigh text?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo turned his face and looked at him: "Yes."

Cheng Ke smiled.

"It's not interesting now," Jiang Yu grabbed his brows. "My favorite supporting character is dead. I knew that this chapter was going to die, and my mother wouldn't buy it."

"Isn't it normal to die a few people in the novel," Cheng Ke said, "The protagonist hasn't died yet, so don't you watch the dead supporting role?"

"I don't feel anything if the protagonist is really dead. After all, so many people look at the protagonist. Happy, sad, okay, okay, but still alive," Jiang Yuduo exited the novel interface and whispered. "A supporting role is not necessary, especially for a small supporting role, no one cares."

Cheng Ke looked at him without speaking.

"Like me." Jiang Yuduo made another whisper.

"Hey," the driver said, "you guys think so much, I tell you, you are the protagonist of your own life."

"I'm not." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke froze.

The driver was probably only able to use this chicken soup skillfully. When he met Jiang Yuduo's answer, he couldn't take it anymore, so he sighed and stopped speaking.

Xu Dinglong's event was held in a very tall art gallery and a small exhibition hall. The theme of the event was "Blank", with some paintings and photography works.

Cheng Ke feels that this "confusion" works very well, and people start to be confused when they see the name.

However, he never studies the connotation of his activities. He only cares about his own part. Today, he only needs to improvise and there are no restrictions.

"Whatever you draw, you can be at a loss." Xu Ding said.

It makes sense, after all, the theme is like this, most people will consciously force themselves to stay close to the theme, and those who have not posted the past are embarrassed to say it.

"You won't be able to get in for a while," Cheng Ke looked around. "There's no place to stay. Go back, you can't stand here all the time."

"You don't have to control me," Jiang Yuduo said, "I can't find a place to stay? I'm not you."

"...Come on," Cheng Ke nodded. "Then I'm in, and I have to prepare something."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Cheng Ke gave him another look and turned to enter the small exhibition hall through the side door.

Jiang Yuduo has never been to such an advanced place.

In a place where art is the main content, he has probably only touched the kind of auctioneering paintings in the mall.

Starting with a dollar, no one wants more than three hundred.

He looked around, and there were many exhibition halls, each with different "arts". In such cold weather, there were actually many people.

Everyone is quiet, watching quietly, talking occasionally, and the voice is very soft.

Jiang Yuduo turned around, originally wanted to find a place to sit, but did not find it, and this atmosphere made him a little uncomfortable, everyone came to appreciate, only he looked at the wrong door of.

He strolled to the door of the art gallery, there was a trash can by the wall.

But if there wasn't a girl with cigarettes standing beside him, flicking ashes, he really didn't see that the thing was a trash can.

He walked over and lit a cigarette.

The girl glanced at him, gave way to the side, gave him a piece, and then asked, "Why didn't you go in?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo looked at her.

"Don't you come with Cheng Ke?" said the girl.

"Do you know Cheng Ke?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Eat several times," the girl smiled, "but almost everyone who plays with sand painting knows him."

"Oh." Jiang Yu nodded, but he never thought that Cheng Ke was a celebrity in the industry.

The girl smoked a cigarette and looked him up and down: "I haven't seen you before."

"Have you seen anyone around Cheng Ke?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Almost," the girl pinched her cigarette and held out her hand. "My name is Miguel."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at her, which was not a serious name, so he reached out and patted in her palm: "My name is Lao San."

"It's nice," Mi Jinger said with a smile, his eyes fell behind him, and he waved at the door. "Xiao Yi is also here."

Jiang Yu grabbed his head and saw Cheng Ke's younger brother, Cheng Kaixin.

"Cheng Ke, do you know?" Mi Jinger asked.

"Have seen." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Yi nodded with Mi Jinger, and he was obviously stunned when he saw him. Jiang Yuduo was about to walk away, and Cheng Yi had already come over here.

"Why are you here," Mi Jinger looked at Cheng Yi and said with a smile, "Aren't you not interested in these?"

"I'm not interested now, so let's take a look after passing by," Cheng Yi said. "Your male **** is about to start acting, don't you go in?"

"Let's go." Miguel waved at them and ran into the gate.

Jiang Yuduo and Cheng Yi were left next to the trash can.

When a northerly wind blew over, Cheng Yi pulled a scarf and covered half of his face.

Jiang Yuduo found that their brothers looked very similar.

However, the difference in eyes is very big. Jiang Yuduo's judgment of people is almost based on his eyes. Actions can be disguised, expressions can be disguised, and smiles can be disguised. Only eyes are difficult.

He has some eyes in his life that he will never forget.

Even when Cheng Ke was angry, he would not be as sharp as his brother, with the kind of aggressiveness he wanted to penetrate.

Jiang Yuduo is not afraid of such eyes, but will feel uncomfortable.

He didn't know the person, he didn't know the name, he didn't talk, he turned around the trash can and was going to leave.

"Are you waiting for my brother?" Cheng Yi asked behind him.

Jiang Yu grabbed his head and looked at him without speaking.

"Why didn't he let you in?" Cheng Yi said, "He doesn't need an invitation letter to bring people in."

"Why am I going in?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"It's warm inside." Cheng Yi smiled.

"Do you think I am a person who is afraid of cold?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I'm not afraid of cold, nor does it mean I'm not cold," Cheng Yi still smiled. "I'll take you in, my brother won't say anything."

Jiang Yu grabbed a frown.

This was really unpleasant to say. Although it was very obscure and gentle with a smile, it meant just one. Cheng Ke would not let him in.

This is very faceless.

"Did you not understand people's words well?" Jiang Yuduo said impatiently.

Cheng Yi was actually not angry, still looking at him with a smile.

Jiang Yuduo had never dealt with these young masters. The only master Jaeger-LeCoultre he had contact with was still a temperless waste. He didn’t know what Cheng Yi wanted to say or want to know, but he would not follow Cheng Yi. Go with rhythm.

He took out his phone and dialed Xu Ding's number.

"Hello? Brother?" Xu Ding answered the phone.

Listen to the tone of people Xu Ding!

"I'm outside," Jiang Yuduo said, "you come out."

"Now?" Xu Ding seemed stunned. "Outside the art gallery?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo glanced at Cheng Yi.

"Okay," Xu Ding said, "Wait for me for two minutes."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Just about to hang up, Xu Ding chased again: "Are you alone?"

"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm talking to Cheng Ke and his brother."

"I'm going out immediately." Xu Ding said.

Jiang Yuduo hung up the phone, lit another cigarette, looked at the trash can, and had nothing to chat with Cheng Yi.

I just feel more and more insecure.

There was no answer to the last time Cheng Cheng drove his car around on his site, but at this moment it seemed to be connected.

If those people notice Cheng Ke, Cheng Yi is the biggest threat.

Jiang Yuduo felt his hands cold.

"Have you known my brother for a long time?" Cheng Yi asked, still in a gentle tone. If he didn't look at his face, it would be very comfortable to listen to him like that.

"Soon." Jiang Yuduo glanced at him.

"I was quite surprised when I saw you last dinner," Cheng Yi said. "I always thought he liked the kind of pretty little cute ones."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

It took him a few seconds to realize what Cheng Yi said.

I have to say that Cheng Yi immediately said that he had an association.

Cheng Ke hugged a group of pretty cute little ones with lipstick.

He suddenly felt sick.

"Do you think he has anything to do with a man standing next to him?" Jiang Yuduo was upset.

"Isn't it?" Cheng Yi looked at him with a smile in the corner of his eyes.

What is it? Not what?

What the **** is asking?

Is he questioning his relationship with Cheng Ke?

Or does it mean that a man standing next to Cheng Ke will have that relationship?

Jiang Yuduo was really intolerable to such a conversation, and he choked off the smoke: "What kind of relationship does this matter have with you? He doesn't go to bed with you anymore, you aren't you here" If you are interested, you can drive there and wander around."

Cheng Yi stared at him and smiled for a moment.

"Don't look at me," Jiang Yuduo said, "You put a fart on my site, and after three minutes, someone will tell me what you ate."

The smile on Cheng Yi's face finally disappeared because of his words, and he frowned instead.

Xu Ding came out of the door.

"Here!" Jiang Yuduo shouted and walked over there. He didn't want to stay with Cheng Yi for a second.

Xu Ding came over and asked in a low voice: "How did you run into Xiao Yi?"

"You ask him to chant," Jiang Yuduo didn't get angry, "Did my mother eat too much to touch him, I didn't eat it earlier."

Xu Ding smiled: "Go in, I told the staff at the door."

"I..." Jiang Yuduo hesitated. "Come on, let me in."

"Huh." Xu Ding nodded and walked over to say hello to Cheng Yi behind him, "Why didn't you go in?"

"Don't be invited, how dare you go in casually?" Cheng Yi said with a smile.

"When do you need to invite." Xu Ding said.

These few words feel quite normal, but Jiang Yuduo is a bit awkward to listen to, and it feels that Xu Ding's relationship with Cheng Yi is not very good.

But he has no intention of eavesdropping and irritability.

Xu Ding did not tell him how to get in, but the staff standing at the door of the small exhibition hall saw him coming and greeted him: "Mr. Jiang?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo was not used to this title. He didn't seem to have been called that way.

"Please follow me." The staff said.

Jiang Yuduo followed the man into the exhibition hall.

Once you enter, you can feel more than 19,000 higher than the oil painting auction stand in the mall.

There are many paintings and pictures in the exhibition hall, not all on the wall, some are placed in the middle of the exhibition hall, here is a pillar, there is a pier, there are things on it, and there are many things he can't see. , A few cubes are counted as one thing, and a dog without a head sitting on his head is also counted as one...

What the hell.

The only one who looked pleasing to the eye was probably Cheng Ke over there.

Cheng Ke stood in the middle of an open space, with a lighted table in front of him, several sand boxes in hand, and a projection behind him, where he could see the table and his hands.

"You are free." The staff took him to Cheng Ke and said quietly.

"Well, thank you." Jiang Yuduo said.

He has no concept of sand painting, the only contact is the meow that Cheng Ke drew on the table with salt, and there are a bunch of paintings that are not as good as the three-and-a-half-year-old children next door. I guess.

But when looking at Cheng Ke this time, it felt completely different from him sitting at the table and poking salt with his finger.

There is music in the exhibition hall, which is very low and light, and I can't hear clearly, but it's pretty good.

Jiang Yuduo looked around. In the exhibition hall, there were several sofas in a circle in the corner. There were already people sitting, most of them were standing.

He found a pillar and leaned it lightly. It was firm and firm, and it didn't seem to fall, so he leaned on the pillar and looked at Cheng Ke.

A waiter walked past him carrying a plate. He saw the little cake on it at a glance, so he reached for a piece and stuffed it.

Cheng Ke is really a young master. He ate his early awakening and didn't buy him a consciousness at all. It should be said that he didn't expect this level at all.

Gee.

Cheng Ke lowered his head, grabbed a handful of sand from the side, and gently spread it on the countertop.

The soft voice in the exhibition hall disappeared, all the people looked at the projection, and some people took their phones and started to shoot there.

Jiang Yuduo touched the mobile phone in his pocket and thought he still didn't take it out.

Feeling a bit silly.

Cheng Ke's fingertips fell on the fine sand of the countertop and began to paint.

There are clouds in the sky.

In the distance... mountain? Yes, it’s a mountain. I see it’s a mountain.

Tree? Oh no, it's a person...what is this underneath? Grass? Ah **** is snow!

What else?

Hey is the river?

What about people? Smeared into a boat?

Oh, this **** is actually an anime... changing from scene to scene...

Jiang Yuduo felt that his eyes were too busy, he looked at Cheng Ke, and then at the projection.

In fact, he only needs to look at the projection, most of the time when everyone is shooting, they are facing the projection.

But in the end he chose to look at Cheng Ke.

Cheng Ke's paintings are quite impressive, but he thinks it's more interesting to watch Cheng Ke by comparison.

Cheng Ke's hand, which is the ordinary man's hand, is thin, but when the fine sand slides out of his hand, it looks very beautiful.

There is also a focused and calm expression on his face, as if the people around him do not exist, no matter how many people around him, how many eyes, for him, only the one in front of him, he has not even looked up. Have looked around.

Jiang Yuduo looked a little fascinated.

Except for thigh novels, he hasn't read anything so seriously in a long time.

Especially this "art".

Of course, he is not looking at art. He has been looking at Cheng Ke all the time, face, hands, shirts with sleeves, and he was worried about the infection of the gauze wound on the back of his head...

It wasn't until a soft laugh from the crowd around him that he glanced at the projection.

It was discovered that Cheng Ke was not drawing various continuous animations. Now, she was drawing a girl holding a mobile phone. Jiang Yuduo glanced in the direction of everyone's eyes and saw the rice grain smiling while holding her mobile phone.

It does seem to be an acquaintance.

Cheng Ke still didn't look around, but only looked down at the table in front of him. Jiang Yuduo was a little strange how he saw the rice grains and could still draw.

Thinking about it, the picture changed, the rice grain holding the mobile phone disappeared, what appeared on the picture was a...post?

A person leaned against the pillar.

...Jiang Yuduo froze.

At first someone looked over to him, and for a moment he didn't know if he should laugh or stand upright, or stay where he was.

The picture began to change when Cheng Ke's hand passed by, and the pillars and people disappeared, and a face gradually appeared, just like the close-up of the previous picture.

In the end, the picture was fixed on the expression of his mouth with an o-shape, not knowing whether it was dazed or surprised.

When laughter and applause sounded at the same time, Jiang Yuduo suddenly recovered and stood upright.

After Cheng Ke’s performance ended, he nodded with everyone and wiped off the sand on the countertop. Several staff members helped him clean up.

The projector was also turned off, and the people around them chatted softly with little intention.

Cheng Ke walked over to him.

Jiang Yuzhuo glared at him as he approached him: "Your uncle, am I like that?"

"You are like that all the way." Cheng Ke said.

"Impossible," Jiang Yuduo touched his mouth. "My mother never had such a stupid expression."

"Just let Xu Ding play back the video in a moment," Cheng Ke raised his hand to Xu Ding who was approaching. "Let him cut a paragraph for you."

"...No need," Jiang Yuduo snorted. "When did you see me?"

"I saw it as soon as you came in," Cheng Ke said, "how did you come in?"

"I fought with the guy at the door and came in," Jiang Yuduo said. "I don't think you looked here, actually saw me?"

"Yu Guang," Cheng Ke said, "you waited for me for a while, I said two words to Xu Ding and left."

"Huh." Jiang Yu nodded.

Watching Cheng Ke and Xu Ding walk to the side while nodding to greet people, he suddenly felt a little strange, he never thought about the life before Cheng Ke, is that how it is?

Very advanced.

The image of waste that he can't even turn on the gas stove is completely unconnected.