Antidote

Cheng Ke returned to the street from the root of the wall, there was still a mess, and surrounded many people.

I don't know what happened to Jiang Yuduo's followers. Originally I wanted to see the finale again, but after standing for two seconds, he thought of Jiang Yuduo's words again.

One by one, no one regards himself as an individual.

I don't know if he is included in this one by one.

Suddenly feeling quite boring, Cheng Ke turned around and walked slowly to the supermarket.

After a few steps, he looked back at the road that disappeared when Jiang Yuduo left... At this time, he noticed that the place was not a road, a building and a wall. There was only a narrow passage between them, it was very dark. If it were not known before that Jiang Yuduo was walking from there, he should never be able to see there was another passage.

It seems that Jiang Yuduo should be a native bully here. There is probably a map of escape routes in his area.

Everyone will have such things in their minds, not necessarily all maps, but may also be various other exclusive skill maps.

For example, Cheng Ke now hopes that he has a skill map on housework.

Various procedures for housework and corresponding tools.

Standing in front of the mop shelf in the supermarket, he was very depressed, feeling that his new life was full of malice to him.

Mop, isn't it just to drag a floor, how come there are so many types and styles?

Before, he felt that he knew a lot about mops. Although everyone in the family did the hygiene, it was not his turn, but at least he knew there were flat-top models and a lot of models.

But now I found out that there are round flat heads and flat heads for the flat head models. A large number of models are also divided into the baskets of crazy water dumping type and straightened mop rod squeezing water type...

And the materials are different.

One thing that felt easy was suddenly very complicated.

In the end, he picked a flat head, because it looks like a large area, and it can scrape the water with a draw. It should be good.

After returning home carrying a mop, he decided to drag the ground first with the spirit of wine.

Just do it.

Wet the mop, scrape off the water, and start to mop.

As soon as it was dragged, the area of ​​two square meters, he stopped, looked at the pinch of dust and fluff mixture, felt that he had made a mistake, he should buy another broom.

Before I dragged the floor, I saw there were not so many things on the floor.

And the landlord didn’t even have a broom!

What about the new water heater and gas stove, not even a broom!

He frowned at the thought of having just braced his head with a big mouth and fighting with someone, saying that he was not a better person than a dog.

Forget it, just drag it.

An hour later, Cheng Ke entered the bathroom with a lot of sweat.

After the ground was dragged, it was over, but the effect was not clear. I only knew that the wooden floor was full of water.

This mop doesn't work. It can't be wiped for a few times. It's like a dry mop. If you don't wipe it, it's just like a flood. In the end, because he didn’t have gloves, he didn’t want to use his hands to pull off some inexplicable hair wool, so after dragging the floor twice with the hair wool, he threw away the mop cloth and returned it anyway. A replacement.

He took off his clothes, stood under the hot water and rushed. Like a person with no body and no grain, he dragged the ground and fought like a battle. He felt very tired.

After taking a bath, he looked at the injury on his waist again. It was okay. It seemed that he was beginning to go in the direction of scabs, which was several hours longer than the one on Jiang Yuduo's head. He was still bleeding. , Is very strong.

After taking a bath, Cheng Ke didn't look at the time. He fell directly to bed and fell asleep. The quilt and quilt were pulled together for a long time, and he couldn't stack them neatly. He simply kicked the quilt off the bed.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that I didn't know when the pillowcase was thrown to the ground by myself.

Then don’t use it. If the quilt pillow is dirty, wash it directly. He knows that there is a washing machine on the balcony.

He froze in bed for more than ten minutes before he slowly got out of bed, completely clueless. I didn't know where to start and how to face the new life. When he rinsed his mouth, he was a little distracted.

The phone rang in the living room for a long time before he heard it. He picked it up and looked at it in the past. It was Liu Tiancheng.

He sighed and answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Get up?" Liu Tiancheng asked over there.

"Just got up." Cheng Ke went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator and took a jug of milk. When he tried to pour it out, he found that he didn't have a cup.

"Did you go early yesterday? I came out to the lobby to see that your table was empty." Liu Tiancheng said.

"Well, I left after eating." Cheng Ke took two cans of milk and filled it with milk. He found that the milk was not fragrant at home, and it was still iced, which made him tremble.

But he didn't remember what kind of milk he was drinking at home, as if he had never paid attention to the box.

"You didn't give Xiao Yi a face yesterday, anyhow, brother," Liu Tiancheng sighed. "He was very depressed after a meal and didn't say much."

"He hadn't spoken much," Cheng Ke said. Cheng Yi really didn't have much to talk about. Since he was a child, chatting with Cheng Yi is not as good as jumping in a quarrel.

Liu Tiancheng smiled: "He didn't say this when he used to eat..."

"How many times have you eaten with him before?" Cheng Ke interrupted, "Is it a year since I last ate together?"

"Hey, you guys, how angry are you with me." Liu Tiancheng was a little embarrassed.

Cheng Ke didn't actually want to choke Liu Tiancheng, but he was really upset. Half of the people who ate yesterday were his former friends, and his relationship with Cheng Yi was not as close as that of Xu Ding, including Liu. Tiancheng, now Liu Tiancheng's tone of "in fact, you and I are both friends" made him panic.

"Wake up," Cheng Ke said.

"Did you not sleep yesterday?" Liu Tiancheng said with a smile. "Is there any activity behind?"

"No." Cheng Ke put the milk back in the refrigerator. It was too cold, and it made him sick.

"No activity? I see your friends..." Liu Tiancheng said, "Isn't it... Is that your new friend?"

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"It's quite unexpected. You can still be with such a person." Liu Tiancheng laughed.

"I can mix with anybody," Cheng Ke said. "It's not as good as them before."

"Hey," Liu Tiancheng sighed. "Forgive you, you have been upset recently."

"Is there something to do with me?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Is it okay to make a phone call yet?" Liu Tiancheng said, "Don't we always call before?"

"It's not before," Cheng Ke said, "I'm busy."

"What are you busy with?" Liu Tiancheng asked immediately.

"Go to the supermarket to buy a cup." Cheng Ke replied.

"What?" Liu Tiancheng was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

"Hang up." Cheng Ke hung up the phone.

Originally, his plan today was to stay at home. Although he was very unwilling and had no clue, he still had to think about what he should do next.

There is a lot of money on hand. Although the gap is a little big, from completely ignoring the problem of money, to suddenly discover that the money that really belongs to you still has an upper limit, and by his standards there is not much, but the normal general pass the day There is no need to worry.

His "how" is that he can no longer live like he used to.

Do whatever you want, don’t do anything you don’t want, every time Xu Ding asks him to cooperate, he will sign a contract, and then pay. He has always felt quite boring, just playing, as long as he is willing.

Now think about it, his cooperation with Xu Ding is probably the only thing that can be excluded from waste in his waste career.

He sighed and stood up and walked around the house. Since he was going to the supermarket to buy a cup, he would take a look at what else needs to be bought. Once he bought it, he would save the total run.

But when he went out, he only came up with a broom.

I picked up a glass and an ugly plastic red broom from the supermarket. When I went home and opened the door, Cheng Ke sighed. I should buy a shoe rack. Although there are not as many shoes as before, there are also slippers. Three pairs, all piled up at the door is ugly.

He took out his phone and wrote the word shoe rack on the notepad.

If you find something missing, write it immediately, so that you can run a few times less.

But by the time he went to the supermarket at night, the notepad still only had the word shoe rack, and there was no shoe rack for sale in this supermarket.

In the following days, he has been traveling between the supermarket and the house. Every time he finds something missing, he immediately needs to use it. For example, when he sweeps the floor, he finds that there is no trash can. When he wants to make instant noodles, he finds that there are only pots and no bowls. When I wanted to dry my clothes, I found no hangers...

There are all kinds of things that are used to but are not available at present, from computers to ashtrays.

It took him about a month to experience the feeling of renting a house with decorated furniture and electrical appliances but actually nothing.

When the doorbell was ringing, Cheng Ke was standing in the living room and lamented that there was nothing to buy today.

This beginning of a new life is finally over.

He looked out of the cat's eyes in the past and found that it was dark, and someone blocked the cat's eyes.

But the doorbell is still ringing.

Cheng Ke frowned, first locked the door, and then asked: "Who?"

"Me." Someone outside answered.

This sound is a bit familiar, but it's not so familiar that it can be heard by one word.

"Don't you have a name?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Chen Qing." The people outside said.

Cheng Ke responded, this voice is indeed the master protector.

"Why are you blocking the cat's eyes?" Cheng Ke asked again. This person felt like Jiang Yuduo's low-profile version of the neuropathy. He dared not open the door casually when the cat's eyes were blocked.

"Rule." Chen Qing answered.

"Where does the **** come to knock the cat's eyes first?" Cheng Ke simply convinced.

"It's not blocked," Chen Qing said, "Hurry, open the door!"

Cheng Ke looked out from the cat's eyes, and it was indeed not blocked. There was only Chen Qing standing at the door, and he was still wearing sunglasses in the corridor without windows.

He opened the door and looked at Chen Qing: "What's the matter?"

"Rent collection." Chen Qing said.

"...Awesome," Cheng Ke opened the door, let Chen Qing in, and gave him a thumbs up. "Taking a rent can get people wanting to hit 110."

There was no light in the room, and the curtains were pulled. After entering the room, Chen Qing bumped on the sofa and finally took off his sunglasses: "In fact, it has not been a month, it is a few days away, but the agreement is written on the 28th of each month. Rent, so..."

"It's okay, transfer money?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Why am I still here when I transfer money?" Chen Qing looked at him like a mentally retarded, "Cash, Sister Qian likes cash."

"Oh." Cheng Ke took the wallet. Fortunately, he withdrew the money before. If it is not the case of Chen Qing, it is estimated that he can be escorted to the bank to withdraw money.

"You have made it quite complete here?" Chen Qing looked at the house. "Have you bought all the electric chairs?"

"Electricity..." Cheng Ke was a little speechless. "That's called an electric massage chair."

"Abbreviated as electric chair." Chen Qing said.

"Come on," Cheng Ke nodded and handed the money out to him. "Count it."

Chen Qing didn't receive the money and looked at him: "The third brother is really right."

"What?" Cheng Ke asked.

"You are a fool." Chen Qing said.

Cheng Ke was stunned. He didn't know what to say for a long time, and he couldn't even pick out an emotion for himself.

"He rented the house to you," said Chen Qing. "Now I come to collect the rent. You gave me the money without hesitation?"

Cheng Ke continued to watch him silently.

"Just when he asked me to come up, I said what would you do if you didn't give it to me," Chen Qing said. "The third brother said no. He's a fool, and he will give it without asking. Are you really?"

Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, put the money back in his wallet, and sat on the sofa: "Let Jiang Yu grab himself to get the money."

"He's downstairs. If you don't believe it, call him." Chen Qing said.

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, took out his phone and dialed Jiang Yuduo's number.

"Hey." There was Jiang Yuduo's voice over there, which was easier to recognize than Chen Qing's.

"I will pay the rent to you." Cheng Ke said.

"Just give Chen Qing," Jiang Yuduo said, "I told him to collect it."

"No," Cheng Ke said, "Who is responsible for the problem?"

"I'm responsible," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm downstairs."

"Then you come up and sign an exemption agreement with me." Cheng Ke said.

"What kind of stuff?" Jiang Yuduo froze.

"If Chen Qing's money escapes," Cheng Ke said quickly, "or he was robbed as soon as he went out, or when he handed the money to you, a gust of wind blew the money in the wind, I There is no responsibility."

"Are you **** sick?" Jiang Yuduo was surprised.

"Not sick," Cheng Ke said, "It's stupid."

"Fuck." Jiang Yuduo whispered, "What did Chen Qing tell you?"

"Come up for the money yourself, or sign the exemption by yourself." Cheng Ke hung up the phone after speaking, and then looked at Chen Qing.

Only then did he suddenly notice that Chen Qing seemed to have a lot of injuries on his face.

"Why?" Chen Qing asked him.

"You ask my third brother." Cheng Ke turned on the light in the living room in the past and determined that Chen Qing's face was indeed wounded, and the injury was quite dazzling. Wearing sunglasses is estimated to maintain his image of the overall protection of the law.

"I found you," Chen Qing sat on the chair. "It's really bad temper."

"You follow Jiang Yu every day and say that I have a bad temper? The fan filter is a little too thick," Cheng Ke said, "Can I still see the road?"

"He usually doesn't lose his temper." Chen Qing said.

Cheng Ke was speechless. Although he hadn't seen Jiang Yuduo a few times, the only person who hadn't caught fire all the time was eating that day.

"You haven't seen him really angry," Chen Qing probably saw his suspicions, adding, "If he is really angry, you will die after kicking the trash can that day."

"I'll go to your uncle," Cheng Ke couldn't hold back, "Have you ever tested your IQ?"

"No." Chen Qing answered.

Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, didn't speak anymore, and couldn't say anything.

After silently staring at Chen Qing for a few minutes, after fully appreciating the bruises on his face, the doorbell rang and Chen Qing immediately jumped up and opened the door: "Big Brother, I told him to let him take the money give me……"

"Are you free," Jiang Yu snatched into the house, took a chair, and watched Cheng Ke, "Walk me to play?"

Cheng Ke had thought about what to say before, but when he saw Jiang Yuduo, he forgot to say: "Are you... jumping off the building?"

The gauze on Jiang Yuduo's head lasted for a month, and was still there, and he was still bleeding, and there was a wound on his face. The right arm was hanging, the trouser legs of the left leg were pulled, and the splint was hit from the ankle to the calf. .

He had never expected to see such a scene. Even if he was fighting for a site, a boss, who was more seriously injured than the law protector, was really incredible.

"It's all because of me..." Chen Qing frowned beside him, looking uncomfortable.

"Don't be lyrical," Jiang Yuduo waved him and looked at Cheng Ke and asked, "What about money?"

"Receipt." Cheng Ke said.

Chen Qing took out a receipt and a pen, and when he was about to write up, Cheng Ke pointed to Jiang Yuduo: "Whoever receives who writes."

"The third brother's hand is hurt!" Chen Qing stared angrily at him.

"...He is left-handed." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo stared at him and gave him a hand. Chen Qing held out his hand and Chen Qing put the receipt and pen in his hand.

"Receive Cheng Ke today..." Jiang Yuduo put the receipt on the table, writing up while reading it.

"Strictly abiding, not a passenger's passenger." Cheng Ke looked at the words of his ghost symbol.

Jiang Yuduo looked up at him.

Cheng Ke sighed, pulled the pen out of his hand, and wrote his name on the sticky note beside him: "Don't you have my identity | copy of the card?"

"Who remembers that," Jiang Yuduo took the pen back, erased the guest character, wrote a grid up, and then erased it again, glanced at the sticky note again, and wrote the word Ke, " Just looked at the photos and age."

Cheng Ke collected the receipt and gave the money to Jiang Yubo.

Then there appeared a scene he seemed to know, and the three looked at each other in silence. Cheng Ke thought that he had eaten a meal that day, and he should not be so embarrassed and unfriendly, but it seemed that he was too bad for Jiang Yuduo. To understanding.

When he cleared his throat and was ready to deliver the guests, Jiang Yuduo rushed Chen Qing to his head, Chen Qing opened the door and went out, then closed the door again.

"How?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"The Maybach of 888," Jiang Yuduo slowly took out a cigarette with one hand on his mouth, and slowly touched a lighter to light a cigarette. "What's your relationship?"

Cheng Ke froze for a while: "That's my brother's car."

"What's your problem?" Jiang Yuduo narrowed his eyes.

"Me?" Cheng Ke failed to understand the logic here.

"What is your purpose?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...What the **** are you talking about?" Cheng Ke frowned, "What's wrong with Maybach of 888?"

"The Maybach of 888 is wandering around here today," Jiang Yuduo said. "After two rounds and left, what are you doing? Why don't you take the driver and drive yourself? I'm afraid I will miss something while driving. Didn't you see it?"

"He has to bring the driver wherever he goes," Cheng Ke was helpless. "He has no children!"

Jiang Yuduo was stunned for a while: "No money?"

"Yeah, he can't drive a car." Cheng Ke sighed. He couldn't care about pondering Jiang Yuduo's nagging, he was a little confused. What did Cheng Yi wander around here?

"Is that your brother?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Yes, same father and mother." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him, and after a while whispered, "Aren't you really adopted? This gap is a bit big."

"Get off." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo laughed, and took his glass and drank after the smile: "Your younger brother, stay away. Ancient times is the kind of master who killed his brother to **** the prince."

Cheng Ke frowned, and his relationship with Cheng Yi was indeed bad, but it still made him uncomfortable.

"Really, I know him at a glance." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I will still look at each other," Cheng Ke said, "admiration."

"The bad guys I've seen," Jiang Yuduo said, "more children and grandchildren than you shot."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, and Jiang Yuduo's eyes when he said this made him ignore the rudeness of this sentence.