Antidote

Jiang Yuduo regretted asking those questions. He hadn't been in contact with them. He was with his gang of brothers. They were all talking about girls, chests, and legs... so big that he saw him for the first time... Homosexuality, or such a magical young master Cheng Ke, really has no control over his mouth.

Although they did not continue this topic afterwards, they could feel that Cheng Ke's mood was not good until after the meal.

She still smiles and talks the same way. Even her appetite is not affected, and she eats no less than him.

But something in his eyes that he was already familiar with was gone. On several occasions Jiang Yuduo had the illusion that he and Cheng Ke had just met yesterday.

After Cheng Ke settled his bill, he lit a cigarette and took out his mobile phone: "I'll call a car, it's going to be windy now."

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"Or?" Jiang Yuduo handed him the cigarette case.

"No," Cheng Ke shook his head, "stunned."

Jiang Yuduo put away his cigarette case and stared at the phone silently. When the distance of the car was 50 meters, he stood up: "Here, let's go."

Walking out the door of the hotel, Cheng Ke took a deep breath and let out a long breath.

"Isn't the air inside good?" Jiang Yuduo said. "This kind of shop just smokes."

"It's nothing," Cheng Ke said. "I used to eat in the box with my friends. If there were no girls in the room, they would all smoke."

The car that Jiang Yuduo rushed over beckoned. The car stopped before the two of them. Cheng Ke took the back seat. He hesitated and took the position of co-pilot.

He estimated that Cheng Ke was not happy, but he really had nothing to do. He couldn't help but apologize, so he decided to sit ahead and not bother.

The two of them didn't talk along the way. Cheng Ke closed his eyes in the back seat and looked drowsy. The car drove to his downstairs and stopped. Jiang Yuduo called him and he didn't respond.

"Hey!" Jiang Yu grabbed his hand and slapped on his lap. "Here it is!"

Cheng Ke opened his eyes and looked out the window: "Here?"

"Well," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "get off."

Cheng Ke opened the door and got out of the car. After taking a step back, he knocked on the co-pilot window.

Jiang Yuduo put down the window.

"Tomorrow I will ask you to pay the rent," Cheng Ke said. "I bought clothes and passed by."

"Well, what time?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Afternoon, three o'clock?" Cheng Ke said.

"OK." Jiang Yu nodded.

Cheng Ke turned into the corridor.

Jiang Yuduo watched him go in, looked around again, the driver asked, and he reported his home address.

When the car drove outside the district, he always felt like someone, but he looked downstairs at Cheng Ke's house several times without looking at anything.

He frowned.

There were a few moments when Cheng Ke suddenly became very cold. He wanted to stop worrying about Cheng Ke several times. Was he stared at by anyone, and by whom would he stare? In danger, he didn't want to control it.

After all, he couldn't handle a lot of troubles, opened his eyes and bored, and closed his eyes.

Cheng Ke is a great young man. Even if he was kicked out of the house, he really had to deal with something, and he couldn't worry about himself.

When I followed Cheng Ke and Xu Ding out of the art gallery, and looked at someone who greeted Cheng Ke one after another, he was the first time he felt such a trace of Cheng Ke’s past life, even if it was just the tip of the iceberg, It has been completely two worlds.

He sighed.

When I got home, there was a car parked at the entrance of the corridor. As long as this kind of high-end car is parked here, it must be Chen Qing.

He glanced at it in the past, and the car had turned off. There was no one in it. It was estimated that he had entered the house. Chen Qing left the car here every time he entered the house, lest he find that someone would accidentally hurt him when he entered the house.

Jiang Yuduo opened the door and entered the house. Chen Qing was tossing in the kitchen.

"How good are you to ask for takeaway?" He walked over and glanced.

"Tired," Chen Qing turned back, "Have you eaten?"

"Eat, you can do it yourself," he said, "Go and park your car."

"I'm baconing," Chen Qing said, "The key is on the table, please stop for me."

Jiang Yuduo made no noise, turned to the living room table and took the car key out of the door.

"Sir, are you a copy?" A childish voice rang beside.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head and glanced at the three-and-a-half-year-old child next door. He was grabbing a chicken leg and standing by the door.

"I took the exam while you were still in your father's stomach." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Why am I in my dad's stomach," the child laughed very loudly, "you talk nonsense."

"No nonsense." Jiang Yuduo smiled and smiled.

"Youngest!" The child's grandmother ran out and dragged the child back into the room, pointing at him. "You don't have a good word! How old is he? What do you say to such a small child!"

"... Did you understand?" Jiang Yuduo was surprised.

"Bah!" The old lady glared at him. "Let me hear you tell him this next time. I'll break your leg!"

He didn't speak, and got into the car with a smile.

The old lady closed the door scoldingly.

Jiang Yuduo started the car and glanced at the parking spaces in front. They were already full. He glanced at the rearview mirror again to see if there were any seats behind.

There is also an empty parking space.

But he didn't move while holding the steering wheel.

In such a scene, he will no longer be surprised and scared. When he did not see their figure near his home during this time, he would even feel a little anxious.

He is not afraid of danger. He is afraid of not knowing where the danger is.

This is the real fear, no time, no place.

There was a man standing in that empty position, the hood pressed all the way to his eyes, his face was covered in shadow, and he could not see clearly.

But Jiang Yuduo could feel his sight.

Feeling too familiar.

Over the years, he has been unable to escape the sight.

As the shadow goes, the soul does not go away.

There is no much harm, no serious consequences, but it is like a needle stuck in the meat. The wound will never heal and will not die, but the wound will be red, painful, and infected, and people will never be peaceful.

He looked down at his feet, pulled the steering wheel lock out from under the seat, opened the door and got out of the car.

The man who had not moved raised his head slightly, as if looking directly behind him.

Jiang Yuduo's heart sank.

His attention was on the man, ignoring behind him.

It was too late to look back. He bowed down directly, but he still couldn't escape.

Without even having time to feel the pain, he was swallowed by the darkness that suddenly struck before him.

The last memory is the soft knees and heavy kneeling to the ground, and there is a vague "Cheng Ke".

Cheng Ke opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine from the inside.

This wine cabinet was bought before. He just put a few bottles of wine casually. He didn't know why he wanted to buy a constant temperature wine cabinet. He had no special interest in red wine.

Probably because when the house was renovated, a few forks and forks were made on the cabinet. He looked at the rows of forks and forks, which was not pleasing to the eye, so the humidity and temperature of the wine could not be controlled, so I bought a wine cabinet for Demonstrate those who have no meaning at all.

He took the wine and sat on the sofa, froze for a while, then got up and put the wine back.

I don’t want to drink at all, and I don’t know what to do.

Idle.

He lay down on the sofa, closing his eyes and sighing softly.

Today's hotpot is still very tasty, eating meat and drinking in large bowls.

The disadvantage is that he and Jiang Yuduo did not talk much.

Jiang Yuduo's nausea did affect his mood, but he was not silent for half a meal. It was mainly because Jiang Yuduo did not speak out afterwards. He was not good at saving the atmosphere in this situation.

If the other party is silent, he will not speak again.

Anyway, I am too lazy to find the rhythm, and I don't want to think about what to say in the next sentence.

You can do whatever you want, how you feel comfortable.

People who know him know almost everything, and those who don’t know can tolerate efforts to continue the chat. After all, he is a master.

The phone rang and Xu Ding sent a message.

-Check out within this week, reconfirm your account

-confirm. Can you not confirm every time, I will tell you if I change my account

-In case, it's not too much trouble. Today, I got the third boy in the video. Do you want to help him make a single copy?

Cheng Ke smiled.

-it is good

Jiang Yuduo doesn't necessarily want to look at himself when he looks at the performance with his mouth open seriously. Cheng Ke wants to see what he looks like in the camera.

Thinking of Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke thought of Cheng Yi again.

Although Cheng Yi wouldn’t be too surprised to talk to Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Yi’s character has been like that since childhood, even if the other party admits defeat, as long as he doesn’t feel that he has reached the last step, he won’t stop.

But he was still depressed that Cheng Yi would choose such a topic to chat with Jiang Yuduo.

Probably he hasn't really turned the trash bin yet, in Cheng Yi's opinion it is not the end.

But Jiang Yuduo's reaction... It was quite interesting to shave off the last sentence of disgust, he thought he would like to laugh a little.

Cheng Yi should be aware of such a reaction, and he should be a little disappointed.

Cheng Ke smiled.

It's okay to drink and eat, and the most enjoyable thing is to sleep.

Sleeping on the sofa is also very pleasant.

Cheng Ke woke up a few times midway, the first time was at more than five o'clock, his stomach told him that the food he had eaten at noon had not been digested, and the second time was more than ten o'clock in the evening. Continued to sleep, the third time someone was arguing downstairs in the middle of the night, the two men were arguing fiercely, and he was rubbing from the sofa to the bed.

It was already noon when I woke up again, to be precise, the lunch time had passed.

When I got off the bed, I felt that the whole person's mental appearance was not good, and it was crumpled like the clothes he hadn't taken off.

I came out a little bit awake after taking a bath.

It was mainly awakened at night... Cheng Ke paused.

Then, in two quick steps, he stepped over to the window and pushed open the window.

He felt that his reaction was overdone, but Jiang Yuduo's injuries and his words over this period of time still made him more sensitive in doubt.

Downstairs is still a piece of gray, Can Xue and the fallen leaves that have merged with the ground, as lonely as usual.

He stared at the ground downstairs and took a closer look. He didn't see any traces of fighting. He sighed in relief and silently expressed his silence for three seconds.

But when he went out to buy clothes in the mall, he looked downstairs again.

There was no blood, and the security guard downstairs was calm.

……crazy.

Cheng Ke took a taxi and went to the mall, because the distance was too close, and he went to the place before he sat too firmly.

Buying clothes is also very fast. I don't look at the brand or the quality. I took it when I saw it. He also wore more than a hundred cotton clothes and felt very comfortable.

Today he just wanted to find the same style of Jiang Yuduo's down jacket on his body. It was very comfortable, warm and pretty.

However, he didn't find the men's clothing for two laps after three turns. In the end, he could only take two pieces and pull them down.

When I walked out of the mall, it was almost three o'clock. It was very close to Jiang Yuduo's house.

He regretted walking halfway through a few bags, no matter how he moved, the bag would hit back and forth on his lap, terribly annoying.

Angrily, he took the clothes out of the bag and clamped it under his arm, and the bag was thrown away.

When he walked to the door of Jiang Yuduo's house with four clothes in between, he felt like a fool.

"Jiang Yuduo!" he shouted as he passed the window.

"Hey!" Someone answered, but the voice was not Jiang Yuduo.

The curtains were opened and Chen Qing's face appeared in the window: "Jaeger-LeCoultre?"

"He is not there?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Where, but..." Chen Qing looked at the clothes in his hand, "Are you robbed?"

"Well," Cheng Ke walked into the corridor, "grabbed the bag and left the clothes."

Chen Qing came over and opened the door for him, with a surprised expression: "Why don't you say you were robbed? You don't dare to move you when you report the name of the third brother! Are you stupid!"

Cheng Ke looked at him. The general guardian was excited after hearing a word grabbing. He sighed: "No, I am not afraid of grabbing money."

"Have you anything?" Chen Qing asked.

"I paid the rent, I told Jiang Yuduo yesterday." Cheng Ke stood in the living room and looked at it. He didn't see Jiang Yuduo and nobody in the bedroom.

"Oh," Chen Qing turned to the bathroom and shouted, "Third brother-Jaeger-LeCoultre -"

The bathroom door opened and Jiang Yuduo walked out with a frown: "Shout!"

Chen Qing shut up and sat on the sofa with a mobile phone to play.

Jiang Yuduo looked at the pile of clothes he was holding, reached out and picked up the tag and looked at it: "Just bought it?"

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Is there nothing to pretend?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Throw it away." Cheng Ke put the clothes on the sofa, picked it up after putting it down, and made sure that this position wasn't put on by urine.

"...Has a personality." Jiang Yuduo took out the receipt from the drawer and wrote down with his head down.

Cheng Ke looked at Jiang Yuduo and felt that his face was very poor, not the kind of complexion after insomnia, it was very pale, and he looked sick.

But Chen Qing was sitting next to him, and he was not good at asking questions.

Jiang Yu grabbed his head and wrote slowly, one stroke at a time, and then stopped after writing two strokes.

Cheng Ke looked at it for a while and still couldn't hold it back, approached and asked softly, "Are you sick?"

"I was dizzy again yesterday afternoon, just in the morning." Chen Qing said beside him.

"Oh." Cheng Ke didn't know what to say, so he sat on the chair and waited.

"The head was smashed with a big bag." Chen Qing sighed.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke froze.

Jiang Yuduo stopped his pen and looked up at Chen Qing. Chen Qing lowered his head and continued to play with his mobile phone.

The receipt was finally written, and Cheng Ke took it over and put it in his pocket, took out his wallet, and gave the cash he had just withdrawn to Jiang Yuduo.

"Your coat," Cheng Ke picked up Jiang Yuduo's down jacket. "I'll wash it before I return it to you?"

"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I have washed all these clothes before spring."

"Okay," Cheng Ke didn't insist, and asked again, "Where did you buy this clothes? I didn't find this brand after I changed it for a long time today."

"... wholesale market." Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Oh," Cheng Ke looked at his clothes again. "It's good."

"You want to buy me to take you." Jiang Yuduo said.

"This dress is only more than four hundred," Chen Qing's cell phone rang, and he said while pulling out his cell phone, "You want it too?"

Without waiting for Cheng Ke to answer, he greeted the phone and then frowned.

"Who." Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Who are there?" Chen Qing asked, "Well, just four people? Well, I know."

"Who?" Jiang Yuduo asked again.

"The eighty skier is at Sister Qian," Chen Qing stood up, holding the phone and dialing the number. "I'll take a few people to see. If the eighth skit passes, it's troublesome."

"Are you going to use farts?" Jiang Yuduo took the down jacket from Cheng Ke and put it on. "When did Bapil fear you?"

"No one's mother has ever been afraid of me," Chen Qing said, "So what should I do, are you going like this?"

Jiang Yu snatched into the bathroom and washed his face. When he came out, there were drops of water on his face: "The ones who called Da Bin passed directly."

Chen Qing looked at him and did not speak.

Cheng Ke was still sitting in a chair, watching Jiang Yuduo.

It was probably at this moment that he suddenly realized clearly how different Jiang Yuduo was from a world that was completely different from himself.

In such a time of washing his face, Jiang Yuduo's still pale face, the somewhat tired state has disappeared, and he resumed his usual arrogance.

"You..." Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at him, "Go back."

"Well." Cheng Ke stood up, picked up a new coat and put it on.

Jiang Yuduo took an environmental protection bag from the cupboard, rolled his three other clothes, and stuffed them into the bag.

Cheng Ke took the bag and walked out of the corridor behind Jiang Yuduo and Chen Qing.

After walking a few steps towards the intersection, Jiang Yuduo stopped: "We've gone over there."

"Well, you..." He felt like he needed to say something at this time.

do not go.

be careful.

Report a police.

None of the sentences seemed appropriate, and none seemed to make sense.

He was inexplicably a little frustrated, and depressed to the extreme.

His feeling about Jiang Yuduo has not returned to when he first met, so he can't really treat Jiang Yuduo as a stranger who is not on the same road with him.

Jiang Yuduo has something in his bones, which is not the same as Chen Qing, his little brothers, and the street gangsters who laughed and kicked the trash can.

What is it, he doesn't know.

But this kind of thing will make him very uneasy when Jiang Yuduo wants to "solve" the trouble.

"The third boy!" someone shouted suddenly across the street, loudly, with obvious jokes.

Jiang Yu took his head back.

Three people across the street walked slowly to the opposite side and stopped. The small street was very narrow. The people on both sides stood like this, almost as if they were facing each other, and they could see the smug smiles on the faces of the other people.

"Fuck, why is he here?" Chen Qing scolded.

Cheng Ke immediately responded. The cold man in the middle was like a stupid person who only wore a tight sportswear just to stretch out a muscle mass.

Jiang Yuduo and Chen Qing apparently didn't expect him to appear here, and all the people called went directly to Sister Qian.

Not bad.

It's quite skillful to use the tiger and the mountain.

"Cheng Ke you go back," Jiang Yuduo quickly took the key from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, "immediately."

Cheng Ke took the key, but didn't move it.

Intellectually he should leave immediately, go back to Jiang Yu to grab there, or find another way to go. This is not his business, nor is it something he should blend in.

According to Cheng Yi, it is too low-level.

But he didn't want to leave.

Chen Qing does not have much combat power. No need to try. Just looking at his body like splitting the material, he knows that his total protection law came from a black box. If he left, Jiang Yuduo had only one person left.

The three people on the opposite side were all jailbroken just a second ago, and Jiang Yuduo is not an opponent.

"That handsome guy," Ba Pikhong lifted his chin here. "Is that the one who beat my newly received brother that day?"

"It's him." The man on his right glared at Cheng Ke's face, "just solved it together."

"Fuck." Chen Qing gritted his teeth and whispered, "Remove your mother, let go of your hands, what should I do, 3rd Brother?"

"Afraid of farts, haven't you ever been beaten?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Come on," Chen Qing shook his head, his neck snapped, "Afraid of a fart."

"I count one, two, three," Jiang Yuduo looked at Cheng Ke. "You just run."

Cheng Ke looked at him.

"Then call the police." Jiang Yuduo said.

"What?" Chen Qing suddenly turned his head to look at him. "Fuck, what police do you report? Will you still be mixed?"

Cheng Ke was also stunned. Jiang Yuduo let him run and he could understand, but letting him call the police made him very surprised, and the meaning of Chen Qing's words was also very clear. In this case, if the police were called, Jiang Yuduo It is estimated that the status of this "third brother" cannot bear.

Although he didn't think it would be any different.

The people over there have already come, and in this street, they can walk face to face in ten steps.

"One, two, three." Jiang Yuduo stretched his hand against his shoulder, and then turned around and rushed out towards the people.

"Your uncle!" Chen Qing roared and rushed with him.

In Cheng Ke's mind, there was a tangled picture of more than two hundred screen TV series about "You go!" "I don't go!" "You go! Don't control me!" "No, I can't go!"

The ending of this kind of scene is usually that the mother is both dead and has to make the audience confess.

He turned and pulled his leg and ran back.

After running out for more than ten steps, he took out his phone and looked back.

Eight elbows smashed behind Jiang Yuduo's back, and Chen Qing had fallen beside him, struggling to fight against his bicycle.

"Fuck." Cheng Ke stopped suddenly.