Antidote

The call with Jiang Yuduo did not take too long, just a few minutes. Jiang Yuduo took the place where Miao had not yet returned, so Cheng Ke hung up the phone.

But originally he felt that as soon as the phone hung up, he could immediately wave his flag and shout to do some shameless business, but after washing his face and lying back on the bed, he had not found a suitable posture to lie down and was comfortable Consciousness.

I don't know how to get trapped like this. It was only two bottles of wine, which made him give up the great cause, without changing his clothes, and fell asleep until noon the next day.

Still awakened by the sound of firecrackers, Cheng Ke stood by the window for a while, and it cleared up today. It was bright at that time, but the visibility was still low, and everything looked like a layer of sand.

The phone rang, he quickly turned around, walked to the bedside and picked up the phone and glanced at it.

It was Cheng Yi.

This transition from anticipation to disappointment to irritability took only one second to complete.

-Brother, Happy New Year

He looked at the line, and there was a prompt to transfer 60,000 yuan under the line, which was speechless.

After staring at it for two minutes, Cheng Ke poked it on the screen, received the money, and then sent Cheng Yi a red envelope.

Then he sent a [smile] again.

After sending it, he threw the phone back to the bedside, thought about it and took it over again, and opened the circle of friends. Cheng Yi could not just come here in private.

Sure enough, there are two Cheng Yifa in the circle of friends.

One is a family reunion.

The nine pictures are all the parents and relatives in the family. The scenes that he is familiar with every New Year are the same, lively and luxurious, the only difference is that this time he stayed alone in the hotel room, See across the screen.

The other was issued half an hour ago, and it is a rare gathering.

Cheng Ke doubts whether this article is only visible to him. He knows everyone in the picture, and he is all those "friends" he used to be.

He didn't know what it was like, but he quickly looked at everyone's face and made sure that Xu Ding was not there before he was relieved.

Although he did not know what he would do if he saw Xu Ding here.

Before putting down his phone, he sent Xu Ding a red envelope for two cents.

Xu Ding returned a piece of red envelope to him.

-It’s better than your style, a red envelope for single dogs

He smiled for a long time.

Jiang Yuduo didn't contact him again today, nor after that. After the third year, Cheng Ke and Xu Ding started to stare at the decoration of the store. They were very busy every day, but they still watched the circle of friends several times a day.

Jiang Yuduo's album has always had only the red vest. There is also a comment by Chen Qingfa below.

-Isn't it a male cat?

Cheng Ke smiled.

Below is another reply from Jiang Yuduo.

-Your red underwear is taking off

The strongest in the circle of friends is Chen Qing’s advertisement, but it can be seen that Jiang Yuduo has not returned yet, and is still at the psychologist. Jiang Yuduo’s global support team has never issued a new picture.

Too incompetent, do you have no inventory?

"The designer said that both colors are acceptable for this wall," Xu Ding handed the two cards to Cheng Ke. "Which one do you think is appropriate?"

Cheng Ke put the phone back in his pocket: "It's a bit colder, it looks neat."

"OK." Xu Ding nodded. "Are you free in the afternoon? The floor is upstairs. I have a meeting in the afternoon."

"Is it hypocritical," Cheng Ke said, "Am I free?"

Xu Ding laughed: "It's not hypocrisy. You always look at your phone these days. Is there something wrong? If you ask someone for something, I'll call someone from the company to stare."

"I'll do it." Cheng Ke felt that he didn't look at his phone much in the past few days. It was so obvious that Xu Ding could see it?

On the first floor, there were workers sawing wood, which was covered with wood residue. The two of them fled together to the terrace on the second floor.

"There can be two sets of concrete tables and chairs in the guest room you have here," Cheng Ke felt the smoke and lit up. "It's very coordinated."

"That's quite expensive." Xu Ding also lighted a cigarette.

"I'll do it," Cheng Ke said, "when playing, there is time anyway."

Xu Ding glanced at him: "Then I'll go back and take a picture for you?"

"No, what do I remember," Cheng Ke squatted down, took a piece of chalk used by the workers, and drew a chair on the ground. "It's almost like that. I'll make it simple and easy to do."

"I don't have that one under my set?" Xu Ding said.

"Yes." Cheng Ke said, "but if not, it will look better."

"Are you there?" Xu Ding was puzzled. "I see it every day, why don't I feel it?"

"Do you gamble," Cheng Ke said, "60,000."

"...How much?" Xu Ding looked at him.

"60,000." Cheng Ke said.

Xu Ding smiled: "Are you okay, I am not Liu Tiancheng, bet you like this."

"Also," Cheng Ke smiled. "We are too big for the red envelope."

"Are you okay?" Xu Ding also squatted down, "Does Liuwan say anything?"

"There's a fart," Cheng Ke said. "Cheng Yi got a 60,000 red envelope for me and transferred it directly."

"Shut up," Xu Ding said.

Cheng Ke looked at him and laughed: "Why are you like this?"

"Then you confiscated?" Xu Ding asked.

"Accepted." Cheng Ke said.

"Why are you like this," Xu Ding smiled for a long time, then smoked a cigarette and closed his smile, "To be honest, my brother would dare to do this, and let me be killed to death, probably because the age is much worse, no It’s easy to feel competitive."

"Competition?" Cheng Ke smoked.

"I don't know what kind of person your dad is," Xu Ding said, "but it should be the kind of parent who doesn't easily praise children, strict father or something."

"Well," Cheng Ke looked out of the patio railings. "I haven't heard him say that I'm good for more than a decade, so he promised him to go to the company and follow Cheng Yi. He said something a bit like that. "

Xu Ding sighed.

Cheng Ke was a little preoccupied. Was Cheng Yi just saying this?

"No, brother, this is almost the Lantern Festival," Chen Qing's depression can be heard through the receiver. "Do you want to eat dumplings by yourself, do you want to eat Yuanxiao alone? Do you watch the lights alone?"

"It's such a terrible story," Jiang Yuduo snorted. "Are you unable to find someone to speak."

"...Of course there is such a reason. I miss you so much. After all, we are together every day," said Chen Qing. "When will your treatment be finished?"

"A few more days." Jiang Yuduo said.

Chen Qing sighed: "If you come back, I will treat you, what massage pushes oil..."

"You shut up," Jiang Yuduo interrupted him, "or would I step on your back."

"I'm afraid that you will step on me for half a foot," Chen Qing said, "Okay, you'll heal you. There's nothing wrong with the reaction this time. Try to come back before the Lantern Festival. My mother will give you a package. Red envelopes."

"Good." Jiang Yuduo said.

After Chen Qing's phone hung up, he looked at the time, which was almost half an hour away from the time he had agreed with Sister Luo.

He lit a cigarette and looked at the passing pedestrians.

After the sixth day, there were more people on the street, the shops were opened, and there were places to eat early in the morning.

But restlessness also began to increase.

Jiang Yuduo didn't look to the right, but he knew there was someone on the right, just over the side of a row of small yellow cars. If he turned his head, he could see.

He hasn't turned his head. It has been more than half a month, and he has always tried to make him ignore them.

Sister Luo is a very keen person, she can't escape her eyes with any abnormality.

He wants to prove that he needs every detail to be in place.

Even where he met, he chose the open air.

The climate here is pretty good, even in the winter, if you stay in the sun, you will feel warm.

Meow at his feet, still wearing the red vest, lying lazily.

This red vest is not very fond of and I want to bite it off whenever I have a chance, so Jiang Yuduo will take it off when I return to the hotel, but I will definitely wear it when I go out.

After all, there is no rope, and it will be more conspicuous when he runs away. He is afraid that if he loses the meow...

The screams of the stray animals caught in his memory before he died never wanted to hear.

"Xiaojiang." Sister Luo called him.

Jiang Yuduo turned his face, picked up the meow and stood up, smiling at her.

Sister Luo came from the left side of the road. Jiang Yuduo had already seen it when she got out of the taxi, but she didn't turn her head until she approached the opening and called him.

"Sister Luo." He smiled.

"Just that one?" Luo pointed to the coffee shop in front.

"Well," he went to the coffee shop with Sister Luo, and then helped Sister Luo to take a chair, and then sat down with her back to the street. "The sun is good today, and it's quite comfortable to take the sun."

Sister Luo looked at him and nodded with a smile: "Yeah, you see the kittens are all squinting."

Jiang Yuduo put the meow on the chair beside him, within the range that he could see.

Sister Luo ordered drinks and snacks, and then looked at him: "I thought you had gone back, only met twice, and never called me."

"No, it's too cold to go back, stay here for a few more days warm and warm." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Aren't you afraid of cold before?" Luo said.

"I'm afraid it's cold now." Jiang Yuduo said.

The waiter brought the drinks and snacks, and Jiang Yu grabbed a shortbread: "I went back in a few days, before the Lantern Festival."

"Well, how do you feel?" Luo took a sip of hot cocoa.

"Very good," Jiang Yuduo said, "changing the environment and relaxing a lot."

"Do you have any plans now?" Sister Luo asked again.

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo froze.

"Future plans," Luo said, "You are all right now, should you make a small plan for yourself? We mentioned it before."

"Well," Jiang Yudou nodded. "Yes, there is... a friend of a friend... I might shoot something."

"Model?" Sister Luo smiled.

"...Yes." Jiang Yuduo didn't expect Sister Luo to say this suddenly, and this feeling of surprise caught him a little upset.

"That's pretty good. It's more reliable to be introduced by a friend." Sister Luo said.

Jiang Yuduo didn't answer. He didn't want to continue this topic that emphasized it and was completely void, but he couldn't find a way to switch the topic unobtrusively, so he could only choose silence.

Sister Luo didn't go on with it any more, just slowly stirred the hot cocoa in the cup with a spoon.

After almost a few minutes, Jiang Yuduoyu saw that the meow lying on the chair moved. He reached out and touched it on the head of the meow.

"Xiao Jiang," Sister Luo said again, her tone becoming more serious. "You insist that the communication between us should be like ordinary people, right?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"Why?" Luo asked.

"Because I am no longer a patient." Jiang Yuduo answered very simply.

"Can you tell me why you came to me?" Sister Luo asked. "We have met twice before, and you have always been unwilling to answer me directly."

Jiang Yuduo frowned, looking at her a little impatiently: "Does this matter?"

"Xiaojiang," Sister Luo sighed. "Actually, are you okay? Isn't it okay? I don't make sense to judge one sentence at a time."

Jiang Yuduo raised his eyebrows silently.

"I believe that many tests and conversations, if it is not conducted between you and me, you are likely to get the answer you want," Luo said, "You are very smart and sensitive, you know how to respond, let You look'not a patient'."

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Yuduo raised her eyes and looked at her.

"You have been reluctant to admit that you have some abnormal performance, which has been the case for so many years," Luo said. "Now you come to me, just want to admit that you are abnormal and then prove that you are normal. There is a reason for this."

"There is a reason for fart." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Maybe not," Sister Luo didn't feel uncomfortable because of his words, just smiled. "For whatever reason, I think this may be a good thing for you."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

Maybe Sister Luo is too familiar with him, ten years? Or nine years? Having known each other for too long and seen too many times, Jiang Yuduo couldn't accurately describe his current mood, but felt irritable.

Without waiting for Sister Luo to speak again, he picked up Meow and stood up: "I'm gone."

Today, the temperature has risen a little bit. Cheng Ke pushed the window open and the wind blowing in was milder than in the past few days.

He decided to go back.

He hadn't figured out what to do, but after all, the house hadn't returned, and many of his things were still in the house...and it was almost time to pay the rent.

But whether the house will retreat or not, he really can't decide.

It should have been retired. When he left before, Jiang Yuduo did not leave him a back road. He just wanted to find a house after the year, and he was more relaxed in time.

But Jiang Yuduo's phone call that day left him somewhat at a loss, unable to understand his current situation.

He hasn't found a new place until now, and Jiang Yuduo hasn't contacted him again.

In addition, the renovation of the shop is very fast, he is also busy every day, and the whole person is a little confused.

After taking a taxi back to the community, I heard the enthusiastic voice of the security guard just after getting off the bus: "Mr. Cheng is back?"

"Ah." Cheng Ke responded and saw the security guard coming out of the duty room.

"Why didn't you take your luggage?" the security guard asked.

"Ah?" Cheng Ke froze.

"Don't you go back to your hometown during the New Year?" the security guard said. "I see you dragging two suitcases as I leave."

"...Oh, my luggage is still...at home," Cheng Ke said, "my family is here."

"Oh!" The security guard laughed. "I thought you were out of town. I thought this language is good. I can't hear any accent..."

Cheng Ke smiled, and the elevator came down. He ran in and sighed with relief after the door closed.

There was no change in the room, and a thin layer of ash fell on it.

Cheng Ke walked around the house and found that a board was pulled out in the living room.

He has been plugging this plug into the socket. When not in use, he just turned off the switch on the plug, but now it has been unplugged. Someone should have come in.

Chen Qing?

Or... Jiang Yuduo?

Can I complain if I break into the tenant's house without permission?

He looked into the bathroom again, and when he wanted to wash his face, he found that the plug of the water heater was also unplugged.

Gee.

He turned off the water heater when he left, why did he have to unplug it... he plugged it in again and turned on the switch.

After washing his face, there was nothing left to do, and he froze for a while in the house. He looked at the time and planned to eat something.

Go to Fulou.

During this time, he ate two kinds of food, take-out, hotel western food, really tired.

If it were not a bit awkward to eat hotpot alone, he wanted to eat spicy hotpot.

There were very few taxis at this time, and no one answered the order on the mobile phone. Cheng Ke could only walk there by himself.

After staying for so long, the roads around me are quite familiar, especially the short roads that Jiang Yuduo took him through. He turned into the path and watched while walking. There was no benefit of taxis. See where I think The past is over.

For example, the small garden at the back of the building.

Cheng Ke seldom came here. Today is quite lively. The children chasing and screaming wildly, letting out a few more guns.

He was walking through the passage between the two buildings while guarding against which bear toy threw the fireworks on him.

While a small garden with a winter depression appeared in front of him, a group of street gangsters suspected of being in a meeting also came into view.

More than a dozen people turned their heads to stare at the same time, making him feel like he had traveled back a few months ago.

And as he did a few months ago, he saw Jiang Yuduo crouching beside the flower bed at the first sight.

"Ji Ji?" Chen Qing's surprised voice came.

Cheng Ke quickly glanced into the crowd, did not see Chen Qing, probably too thin and blocked, he turned his gaze back to Jiang Yuduo's face.

"I'm back?" Jiang Yuduo asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Ah," Cheng Ke responded, "Come back and see."

"Are you going to cancel the rent?" Chen Qing's voice came again. "There are still a few days."

Cheng Ke finally saw him this time, but he was quite surprised, because he crouched on Jiang Yuduo'er's side, but he didn't see it at first sight.

This sense of existence can be regarded as a rather powerful advantage in group fights.

"Come on." Jiang Yu grabbed his hand.

A group of people left slowly, and when they were around, they were quite polite: "Brother Ji."

Brother your uncle?

Cheng Ke forced a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Then I'll go back first too," Chen Qing left last, and then rushed to Jiang Yuyu to confess, "I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon."

"Well." Jiang Yu snatched his head.

Chen Qing took two steps and then turned back: "Otherwise... called Ji Ji also..."

"Go away," Jiang Yuduo said.

Chen Qing turned and left.

After everyone was gone, Cheng Ke felt more relaxed and came to Jiang Yuduo and his son: "When did you come back?"

"Yesterday." Jiang Yuduo jumped off the flower bed and pinched the smoke.

Cheng Ke wanted to say why he didn't say anything to me, but felt that he didn't say this position.

"I want to call you." Jiang Yuduo said.

"That didn't hit me," Cheng Ke said.

"I'm afraid that you said you want to move," Jiang Yu frowned, "I didn't fight."

"If I want to move away, I will move if you don't fight," Cheng Ke said.

"To move?" Jiang Yuduo quickly picked out the key points.

"No," Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed. "I haven't started looking for another house, I have been staying in a hotel."

"Oh," Jiang Yudou nodded. "You live in that house, and no one drives you away."

Cheng Ke glanced at him and said nothing.

"Have you eaten?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"No," Cheng Ke said, "do you invite me to eat?"

Jiang Yuzhuo frowned: "Are you in the presidential suite?"

"Ah?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.

"The money for dinner is gone?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...I just asked you to invite me to dinner. If you want to invite me, I will invite you to eat." Cheng Ke was helpless.

"Okay." Jiang Yu nodded.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Ke froze.

"You invite me to eat," Jiang Yuduo thought for a while, "Hot pot, I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time."

"...All right." Cheng Ke sighed.

When walking with Jiang Yuduo towards the hotel, Cheng Ke kept looking at Jiang Yuduo's face with his head tilted.

He didn’t want to be so obvious, but he couldn’t help it. After all, he hadn’t seen it for a long time, and he thought he would never see it again. Now, suddenly, he watched Jiang Yuduo with such little precaution. Not up.

Jiang Yuduo was thin, and he could see a lot of thinness at a glance from the side.

I don't know what projects Jiang Yuduo's "travel" has carried out during this time, so that one can lose the visible effect so quickly.

"Look?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head and asked, "Look at a street."

"...Are you thin?" Cheng Ke quickly asked.

"Well," Jiang Yuduo touched his face. "The first sentence Chen Qing saw was the same. I weighed it yesterday. I lost about ten pounds."

"How could it be so thin?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"I don't know," Jiang Yuduo glanced at him. "How much have you lost weight?"

"What?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Your chin is thin and sharp," Jiang Yu snatched his hand and flicked it on his chin. "Isn't anyone taking food for the New Year?"