Antidote

While standing there waiting for the elevator, Cheng Ke felt that his body was stiff and his muscles were sore and sore. In the evening, an elevator was running. I don’t know if someone came back from the night shift or someone was going to come down. In just a few minutes, the elevator has been On the 10th floor, it didn't mean to stop.

"Fuck." Cheng Ke jumped stiffly, trying to warm himself up a bit, but he stopped when he jumped, just like a stake, he couldn't jump up at all, it felt like he was on tiptoe Tiptoe.

Jiang Yuduo unzipped his jacket.

Cheng Ke glanced at him, and immediately understood what he meant, so he hurriedly said before he took off his coat: "No!"

Jiang Yuduo hesitated and pulled the zipper up again.

The elevator stopped on the 15th floor and started to go down.

Jiang Yuduo put his left hand in his pocket and leaned over to him. His elbow squeezed him to the side: "Stand up."

Cheng Ke was helpless and took two steps to the side, staring at Jiang Yuduo's hand, fearing his habit of holding a knife if he didn't agree.

The elevator door opened, and Cheng Ke saw Jiang Yuduo's hand raised slightly.

A little girl came out of it. Cheng Ke had seen her and lived on the 15th floor. It was estimated that something was going to happen at this time, and came out while calling.

When he looked up to see Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke could see that she jumped and leaned back.

Jiang Yuduo, who doesn't look like a good person, curled his eyebrows at the elevator door at night, and everyone who came out was surprised.

If this were really a dangerous person, he had to lose to Jiang Yu from the beginning.

The little girl turned her head and saw Cheng Ke again before she relaxed. Cheng Ke smiled at her. She looked at Cheng Ke in surprise: "Aren't you cold?"

"Cold," Cheng Ke said, and followed Jiang Yuduo into the elevator, "frozen to death."

"It's not cold to wear like me." The little girl ran out with a smile, looking very happy.

A car stopped at the entrance of the hall, and a young man jumped from the car. The little girl pounced on him to hug him, and then there was a hot kiss. When the elevator door closed, the two of them had not finished kissing.

"Not plausible." Cheng Ke smiled, leaned against the car wall and looked at the floor number.

Yu Guangli could see Jiang Yuduo, standing silently at the door.

Cheng Ke was baffled and a little annoyed. When the floor reached the elevator door, he pushed away Jiang Yuduo who wanted to go out first, rushed out, and then took a look at Jiang Yu who was still standing in the elevator. Seize.

Jiang Yuduo stood still, and the elevator doors began to close.

Fuck?

Cheng Ke was stunned for a while.

When he was about to scold, Jiang Yuduo stretched his hand to the middle of the door and walked out.

It was frozen outside, and I felt nothing but cold, but after entering the house and warming, Cheng Ke ran into the bathroom and sneezed in a series of ten times.

"I fuck," he washed his face, and when he came out, he looked a little swaying. "I'm hypoxic by sneezing."

"Drink some **** syrup," Jiang Yuduo held the meow crawling up his leg. "I checked and said that it's better to drink a cold and prevent it."

"Do I have **** here? No," Cheng Ke fell to the sofa. "Do I have brown sugar here? No."

Jiang Yuduo hesitated and took out a bag of things from his coat pocket.

Cheng Ke looked at it: "What?"

"Ginger and brown sugar." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Where did you come from?" Cheng Ke was very surprised.

"When I went back to get the cat in the morning, I took it from the kitchen. I have it there." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke looked at him without speaking.

He probably thought about taking these and cooking them here, but he was kicked out as soon as he entered the door, until now.

"I'll cook it," Cheng Ke stood up. Although he could still remember Jiang Yuduo's scene of embarrassing himself and burning his couple in anger, guilt was also real. "You You have to sweat, something frozen for a night... is it a day?"

"No, I have been in the security room before, and listen to the security guard telling me stories." Jiang Yuduo took off his coat.

Cheng Ke didn't know what to say, took the bag of sugar and **** into the kitchen, and thought about it and quit: "Meow how many meals a day? I fed it three times today, every time I grab a small one, twice Canned."

"Almost, I just feed it casually. It's so rough that it doesn't matter how much it is." Jiang Yuduo picked up the cat hanging on his pants and threw it on the sofa.

"You... measure your temperature again," Cheng Ke said. "Boil this **** candy first."

"Huh." Jiang Yu nodded.

Ginger syrup.

As the name implies, it is **** and boiled water.

So it should be what he thought, just put **** and sugar in water and boil it. Anyway, this kind of preventive and curative beverages, do not pay attention to taste.

He looked into the bag. Three pieces of **** and four pieces of reddish brown strips should be brown sugar.

This seemed to be the first time he saw brown sugar.

He hesitated and pinched a small piece from the bag and put it in his mouth.

Yo!

delicious!

Very sweet.

There were no broken pieces in the bag. He picked up the whole piece and wanted to break it down to eat it. After breaking it twice, he found that the sugar was quite strong, and he didn't break it down after rubbing his hand.

He was hesitant with this piece of sugar.

But he was a little hungry at this moment. After all, he didn't eat dinner in a rage. Now he sips brown sugar to resurrect the worms in his stomach that have become hungry.

So after hesitating for two seconds, he took a bite directly on the sugar.

Ouch delicious.

He took another bite with satisfaction, okay, he ate half a piece, it should not affect the sweetness of **** syrup for a while...

He turned around and reached for the pot on the back shelf to prepare the water.

It stopped after half the action.

Jiang Yuduo was standing at the kitchen door and looking at him.

"I'm leaning, why don't you say anything?" Cheng Ke's mouth was full of brown sugar that he hadn't swallowed, which made him slur.

"...You have eaten that piece, this sugar is quite sweet, and you can't use as much as four pieces." Jiang Yuduo said.

"No," Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed. He quickly swallowed the sugar in his mouth and took the pot to pick up the water. "I just taste it... a little hungry."

"Why didn't you eat it when you ordered takeout?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Not tasty." Cheng Ke said.

"You haven't eaten, the chopsticks are clean," Jiang Yuduo said, "Just know that it's not tasty?"

"When I saw the dish, there was no soup at all, and I lost my appetite," Cheng Ke took a pot of water, took the **** from the bag and washed it, and then threw it into the pot with a few pieces of brown sugar. , "I like to have a little juice and mix it with rice..."

"You just cook like that?" Jiang Yuduo interrupted him in shock.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke quickly picked up the pan that had been placed on the stove. "Isn't it **** syrup?"

"I'll come," Jiang Yuduo walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and took out the **** in the pan. "This must be chopped."

"Why?" Cheng Ke asked.

"If you don't cut, you won't smell," Jiang Yuduo said, "isn't it useless if you drink it?"

"Is that chopped **** foam? I don't drink." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, put Jiang on the chopping board, picked up the knife, and didn't wait for him to react. He snapped a knife on Jiang.

Cheng Ke was so scared by the movement that he almost threw out the pot he was holding: "Why!"

"Take a picture without chopping, so that you won't eat a mouthful of **** foam." Jiang Yuduo put the shot of **** into the pot.

"Oh," Cheng Ke put the pot back on the stove. "Just together?"

"It's too much to put in, it can't stand it." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Then you still have three pieces." Cheng Ke struck the gas stove.

"It should be as much as possible, so I took three pieces..." Jiang Yuduo said, and the cell phone in his pocket rang. "You can cook it, I can answer the phone... Xu Ding's?"

"Take it." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo answered the phone: "Hello?"

Cheng Ke looked at the remaining two pieces of ginger, to tell the truth Jiang Yuduo's face was not too good at the moment. At first, he thought it was frozen, but after entering the house for so long, it looked a little dark. The fever has not returned.

He picked up the knife and put the two pieces of **** on the chopping board, learning Jiang Yuduo's appearance. He snapped the two knives and patted it. Jiang Yuduo turned around and stared at him, and he glanced at Jiang Yuduo. And threw **** into the pot.

"Who can drink this?" Jiang Yuduo made a phone call and pointed at the painful face.

"You, feverish man," Cheng Ke said, "why did Xu Ding find you?"

"Let me go watch your video of sand painting tomorrow and say it's fun." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Oh, then go," Cheng Ke nodded. "It's fun."

"Is it appropriate to go?" Jiang Yuduo asked. "Different from the performance, will it add chaos?"

Cheng Ke leaned against the wall and looked at him: "Don't you go if it doesn't fit? Didn't you say you would go where I was?"

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

"If you don't want to go, don't go," Cheng Ke said. "Xu Ding is just asking. You tell him you don't want to go."

"I'm going." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke sighed and organized the language for a long time before speaking again: "Jiang Yuduo."

"Ah." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"I don't know why you are like this," Cheng Ke said. "Are you so kind to every friend, or give people such a feeling..."

Jiang Yuduo looked at him and didn't seem to understand.

"I haven't been able to treat ordinary friends like me, and I won't do this to ordinary friends," Cheng Ke also looked at him. "I'm definitely not saying anything to you, after all..."

He swept back and forth on Jiang Yuduo up and down a few times: "You're like... very attractive to me."

Jiang Yuduo opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak.

"Go to your mother's pretty little cutie, and once again, you must drink this pot of **** syrup with your face." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm not going to say this." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Then I will finish your talk," Cheng Ke said.

"Huh." Jiang Yu nodded.

"To me, you are not an ordinary friend for 24 hours," Cheng Ke doesn’t plan to be too complicated. "If you want me to hold you back, don’t let me I have a chance to hold back."

"...Huh?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him a little confused.

"In addition to the normal interaction of ordinary friends," Cheng Ke said, "if you don't plan to tell me why, stay away from me."

"I am just..." Jiang Yu grabbed a frown.

"I know, you're afraid that I'm in danger," Cheng Ke said, "but whether I am in danger has nothing to do with you, and you don't need to protect me to this point, you are beyond the scope of my concept friend, you understand ?"

Jiang Yu looked at him and his expression returned to confusion.

"If you want to be like this, I assume you have an idea for me." Cheng Ke said.

"What?" Jiang Yuduo was shocked.

"Okay, I'm done," Cheng Ke glanced at the bubbling sugar water, and he could already smell the strong **** smell. "Why don't you take a break? Have you finished taking your temperature?"

Jiang Yuduo lowered his head and looked at himself, then patted his body again, and the thermometer fell out of his clothing corner.

But before waiting for the thermometer to land, Jiang Yuduo had stooped to catch it.

"God reacts." Cheng Ke said.

"38...37." Jiang Yuduo looked at the thermometer.

"There is no difference between 38 and 37," Cheng Ke said. "You haven't retired."

Jiang Yuduo flicked the thermometer and clipped it again.

"What did you just want to say?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo thought for a long time: "...I forgot."

Cheng Ke turned and looked at the sugar water in the pot: "Can you drink it after this is opened?"

"Huh." Jiang Yuduo answered.

"Go out and rest," Cheng Ke said.

Hearing Jiang Yuduo's turn and leaving the kitchen, he let out a long sigh of relief holding the desk.

After the pot of sugar water boiled, he used two bowls to get it out and brought it to the living room.

Jiang Yuduo was sitting on the sofa and fell asleep with his head raised.

But when he put the bowl gently on the table, Jiang Yuduo's eyes suddenly opened.

"Okay," Cheng Ke said, "one bowl per person."

Jiang Yu snatched up and sat down at the table, then they stared at the bowl of ginger-flavored sugar water in front of them.

"I've never drank such a dark brown sugar water." Jiang Yuduo said.

"You can sweat," Cheng Ke said. "Are you still worried about being fat?"

"I knew it would be better to have a cup of fresh **** and hit the milk." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Hurry up!" Cheng Ke said, "I'm sleepy and sleepy."

"How can this be done quickly." Jiang Yu grabbed a sigh, and picked up the bowl and blew in breath.

Cheng Ke whispered with him for two minutes before carefully licking along the edge of the bowl, and then put the bowl down: "I won't drink anymore. I have no fever. Leave it to you."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him: "Are three pieces of **** broken in the pot?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak, staring at him.

Jiang Yuduo lowered his head and drank slowly, his brows twisted.

"Come on," Cheng Ke said.

Although Jiang Yuduo had a painful face, he never stopped. After a while, he ran out of the bowl of **** sugar water. Cheng Ke saw a thin layer of sweat beads on his forehead and nose.

"Effective, sweating," he pushed his bowl over, "this one drank too."

Jiang Yuduo reluctantly picked up the bowl, closed his eyes and twisted his brow to fill the bowl.

After drinking **** syrup, Cheng Ke glanced at the time and went into the bathroom to wash.

It's quite late, he will have to shoot the video tomorrow. Although according to his previous habits, Xu Ding's video will rarely capture his entire face, the focus is on his hand, but occasionally there will be a face with corners and corners In the mirror, he didn't want to sleep too late, so as not to be in a bad state.

Jiang Yuduo fell asleep on the sofa again when he came out.

He sighed and entered the room to get the cover, put the pillows, and then the quilt went to Jiang Yuduo and wrapped around him.

"Huh?" Jiang Yudui's fans opened their eyes.

"Sleep," Cheng Ke pulled his shoulders and pushed him down on the pillow, and then grabbed the meow and stuffed it beside his face. "Don't get up at night. If you dare to get up, I dare to pick you up."

"Impossible," Jiang Yuduo said, "you can't beat me."

"Shut up and sleep!" Cheng Ke growled.

Jiang Yuduo closed his eyes, rolled over and buried his face on Miao's stomach.

Cheng Ke entered the house and closed the bedroom door.

After lying on the bed, he took a long breath.

Jiang Yuduo had made it very clear, no matter whether Jiang Yuduo could understand it, when he could understand it, he was a lot easier.

But he couldn't help reviewing what he said several times, for fear that there was a sentence that didn't say the right thing and embarrassed him.

And along with inertia, he said in this night's dream.

Like his mother's speech, he woke himself up several times.

When he got up in the morning, he walked into the living room. Jiang Yuduo's first sentence when he saw him was: "You said a dream yesterday."

"What did you say?" Cheng Ke asked in horror.

"I can't hear clearly through the door and mumble," Jiang Yuduo said. "Are you still talking dreams?"

Can be heard across the door, Cheng Ke felt that he probably really spoke.

"I don't know, probably for the first time." Cheng Ke entered the bathroom.

Jiang Yuduo took the phone and looked at it. He would arrive in about 20 minutes earlier.

"I bought it a little earlier," he said to the bathroom. "Youtiao soy milk, okay?"

"I bought it and asked a fart." Cheng Ke said inside.

Jiang Yuduo put down his mobile phone, walked to the window and looked downstairs.

Cheng Ke's dream words shouted loudly last night. He didn't completely miss it, he just said he didn't understand it.

"A lot of things are not what you want!"

"I just want to know! Why does the cat lose hair!"

"How much should I eat in one meal! What kind of cooked meat!"

Probably still reading poetry, what is its sound, what is sound or life or friendship...

Jiang Yuduo smiled a little when he thought about it. He didn't tell Cheng Ke that Cheng Ke's face was thin. If he said so much in the middle of the night, he would definitely get angry.

When not composing poetry, the tone is nicer than asking the cat why it is losing hair.

He glanced at meow, and it should be said that it should not lose hair now. Meow has been growing hair, and it is almost a ball...

After eating early, Cheng Ke called Xu Ding and asked what time it was.

"Twenty minutes after tidying up," Cheng Ke looked at him after the phone call. "Do you still have a fever?"

"I don't burn anymore, I'm sweating all night, I just got up and took a shower," Jiang Yuduo glanced at the quilt on the sofa with some anxiety, "The quilt was washed."

"Well, come back today to wash it," Cheng Ke said, "change another one, just when you are, you can put the quilt on."

"Don't you learn?" Jiang Yuduo was shocked.

"Do you want me to cover your dirty cover?" Cheng Ke snorted.

"Oh." Jiang Yu snatched his head. "Is Xu Ding driving over a while?"

"Well, he has just received the model." Cheng Ke said.

"Model?" Jiang Yuduo was stunned. "Does sand painting need a model? Draw on the model?"

"...What do you want?" Cheng Ke smiled.

"Why do you want to be a model?" Jiang Yuduo didn't understand it very much, but felt quite advanced.

"Hey," Cheng Ke looked at him. "You can really think this way, but it may not be easy to show..."

Jiang Yuduo waited for Cheng Ke to speak, but Cheng Ke's eyes had gone away, and he seemed to be thinking.

When Xu Ding's car arrived downstairs, Jiang Yuduo and Cheng Ke came out of the elevator.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Xu Ding sat in the cab and opened the car window to say hello to them.

"Eat." Cheng Ke opened the door.

"Brother Cheng." The man sitting in the co-pilot turned back.

"This is Lin Xu, today's model," Xu Ding introduced. "You must know Cheng Ke. This is his friend, Jiang Yuduo. Call him San Ge."

"Third Brother." Lin Xu smiled again at Jiang Yu.

"Ah." Jiang Yuduo responded.

When looking at Lin Xu's face, he was a little surprised. This is probably the most handsome person he has grown up to have seen in real life. Sure enough, the model looks different from ordinary people.

After sitting in the car, Xu Ding handed a few pages of paper to Cheng Ke: "The details that haven't been settled that day, you look again, mainly because you have some interaction with Lin Xu."

"Well." Cheng Ke took over.

"Cheng Gedu took care, I haven't photographed this kind before," Lin Xu said, "mainly flat."

"It's okay, I haven't taken it," Cheng Ke looked at him. "Did I ever see your picture at Xu Ding? Look familiar."

"Maybe," Xu Ding smiled. "There are some pictures of models there."

"I'm always handsome when I'm handsome." Cheng Ke looked down at the content on the paper.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head and looked at Cheng Ke.

This Lin Xu didn't know if it was counted... but it was really handsome. Cheng Ke looked at Lin Xu several times and it was obvious.

But to be honest, he admires Cheng Ke a little bit, and can be as cliché as "I see you familiar" with "Where have we seen it?" Even a person like him who has never chased a girl knows a little No one is disgusting.

Maybe it’s because Cheng Ke didn’t have a smile on the whole journey. When he said these words, Jiang Yuduo had some inexplicable feeling of oppression. Suddenly he couldn’t tell him to the person who had been dreaming all night. Connected together.