Antidote

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak. He walked around the table and stood beside Cheng Ke. He looked at the paintings on the table. After a while, he entered the bedroom again and hugged the sleeping cat.

"Meow," he pressed down holding Meow's head, "You see, this is what the young master used to paint with salt. If you think this is like you, the painting is good, you call out, if you don't call , Even if he loses."

"Do you want a face?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"Look, Meow," Jiang Yuduo was unmoved, and continued to press Meow's head, "I count to five, if you feel like you, you call, one, two..."

"Meow~~~" Cheng Ke suddenly cried behind him.

Jiang Yuduo was shocked.

Learning a lot? He almost thought it was meowing.

When I was about to look back, the cat in his hand suddenly screamed with Cheng Ke.

Meow.

"Fuck?" He froze suddenly, looking down at Meow, "What the **** is wrong with you?"

"It called." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo threw Meow on the sofa and turned around: "Are you learning a lot?"

"Well," Cheng Ke leaned on the table. "I was afraid of mice. When I was young, I felt that learning to meow can protect myself."

"Can it be prevented?" Jiang Yuduo was a little curious suddenly.

"I don't know, and I don't have a chance to have a head-on conflict with mice," Cheng Ke said.

"Oh." Jiang Yuduo took the bowl on the coffee table, drank the wine inside, and returned to the table, looking at the meow drawn with salt on the table.

"I'm counting to five, and you think of an excuse to be lame again," Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at him.

"One, two, three," Cheng Ke counted unhurriedly, "four..."

Jiang Yuduo suddenly hooked his mouth and smiled at him: "OK."

"Five." Cheng Ke paused, but still insisted on counting.

"How do you want to play?" Jiang Yuduo's mouth was still smiling, his hands were down, his fingers were pulled down by the waist of his pants.

Cheng Ke felt that he was suddenly stuck, and on shamelessness, he really couldn't compare with Jiang Yuduo who is estimated to have walked on the street.

He is very grateful to Jiang Yuduo for his last sense of reason, and he can almost relive the previous Guoben scene in the next inch.

Originally, he didn't think about anything. At first, no one took this so-called bet seriously. He just said it casually, making fun of Jiang Yuduo as a boss. The first reaction he lost was to catch the cat and play with him. .

Now Jiang Yuduo asked such a sentence, he could not find a suitable face to face in a moment.

If you want to change Liu Tiancheng's gang, they might be able to carry it. Sometimes they drink too much and play very well.

Yeah, drink too much.

Cheng Ke pinched the cigarette, took the bowl, and drank his sip. If he hadn't drunk too much, who the **** was there with Jiang Yu snatching so much.

"Don't you dare?" Jiang Yuduo said, "I will give you three seconds to think about it. If you are out of date, I would like to gamble to lose, but you dare not."

Cheng Ke glanced at him, and Jiang Yuduo's smile was contemptuous and provocative.

I'm so upset.

Cheng Ke took the bowl and took another sip of wine.

Going to your mother makes you arrogant.

There was also a wine at the bottom of the bowl, and he drank it all in one bite.

Arrogant fart.

The smooth wine went from the throat to the stomach.

My own waste is waste, but I've never been afraid of anything. Under such circumstances, I can't stand provocation.

He put down the bowl and grabbed Jiang Yuduo's shoulder and pushed **** the back sofa.

When Jiang Yuduo fell into the sofa, his provocative smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth: "Jin'er is quite big?"

"Huh." Cheng Ke leaned over, his arms propped against the wall above his head.

Jiang Yuduo still wanted to speak. He reached out and grabbed Jiang Yuduo's neck. His thumb pressed lightly above his throat. Jiang Yuduo's words were unable to be spoken.

When Jiang Yuzhuo frowned and wanted to pull his hand away, Cheng Ke loosened his hand and pressed it against his head. Jiang Yuzhuo looked back and kissed him.

Cheng Ke could feel the moment when the two of them posted on the lips, Jiang Yu snatched his leg up, his body bowed, and then he froze.

Fuck.

Are you arrogant!

Until the tip of Cheng Ke's tongue took a bit off his lips, he remained in a stiff sitting position with one leg raised.

Cheng Ke rubbed his hands on his mouth, stared at him for a few seconds, turned around and wiped on the table, pinched a handful of salt from the salt bag.

Jiang Yu grabbed it for a long time before recovering and touching his mouth.

There was still a moment of touch when Cheng Ke's lips pressed up on his lips.

But I can't tell what it feels like.

"Fuck," Jiang Yuduo looked at Cheng Ke's back. "You can, **** it."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, his hands were drawn on the table.

"It's just a little quick," Jiang Yuduo said, "have you finished?"

"It's not too late to respond." Cheng Ke didn't look back, squeezed a little salt and continued to spread on the table.

"Then you can't." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Third Brother," Cheng Ke said, "I advise you to give yourself a retreat when you speak. You must excite me again. I will pick you up now. I won't wear it. You'd better consider your two splints now. Bound is not my opponent."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

To be honest, Cheng Ke tonight made him a little surprised... No, it was very unexpected. He never thought that this young man who was usually anxious and had little temper tantrum could still have this state after drinking some wine.

But after froze at Cheng Ke's back for a long time, he felt something was wrong.

"I have a question." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I just didn't know where to go after I was kicked out of the house," Cheng Ke said. "This movie used to come with my friends before. I'm here. You can also think that I'm here to turn over the trash."

"It's not this," Jiang Yuduo said. He touched the cigarette and found that there was only the last one. He took the cigarette and said, "Can you just do it to a man?"

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded. "I just have to talk to the talents of men, and to the women, I feel calm."

Jiang Yuduo's hand holding a lighter to light a cigarette was set in the air.

When Cheng Ke patted the salt on his hands and walked to the side to pour a bowl of wine, he said softly, "I fuck."

"Aren't you going to draw you," Cheng Ke said, "painted."

Jiang Yuduo was stunned, and quickly stood up and walked over to the table, seeing that the previous meow had been wiped with only a tail, and his face was now in the middle of the table.

He is not particularly familiar with his face. Looking at others, he can look at it many times a day, and seeing himself means washing his face twice in the morning and evening.

So he couldn't help but take out his phone, turned on the front camera and took a picture of himself, then put the phone on the table.

"It's really me." Jiang Yuduo said.

"For the first time, I saw someone determine if they had to take pictures on the spot." Cheng Ke sighed.

Jiang Yuduo picked up his mobile phone and took a few more photos of the painting on the table. He sighed when he thought about it: "Is this painting gone for a while?"

"Well," Cheng Ke said, "even if it stays still, the salt will melt."

"Then it's a pity that your art is like that," Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at him. "It's gone after painting."

Cheng Ke smiled: "A lot of things are like this, only in my head."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, feeling that his eyes were a bit out of focus, and finally sat on the chair, lit the last cigarette, and drew his eyes on the table.

"I'm sleepy," Cheng Ke fell to the sofa. "What time is it?"

"It's almost five," Jiang Yuduo glanced at the phone. "Can you fall asleep?"

"Huh." Cheng Ke pulled the quilt around and rolled it around, turning over and lying against the back of the sofa.

Jiang Yuduo stood next to the table for a while, reaching for the salt on the table and messing it up. Then he turned off the lights in the living room and took the group out of the quilt under Cheng Ke’s leg. Hold.

"Are you gay?" Jiang Yu snatched two steps to the bedroom and stopped.

"Yes," Cheng Ke said. "If you are afraid, close the door. After dawn, you help me get the key and I leave."

"Did you get kicked out of the house because of this?" Jiang Yuduo asked again.

"No," Cheng Ke turned his head to look at him. "I want to be able to get half of my brother's life. I will go to bed with a dog and no one will be in charge at home."

"...Is it?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"My dad said," Cheng Ke turned back and continued to lean on the back of the sofa. "In our house, this matter is not a problem. I have lived in vain for 27 years."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak anymore and entered the bedroom.

Perhaps it was drinking a lot of wine, and also became mad. The whole person was soft after the indulgence. After closing his eyes, Cheng Ke felt that his body was sinking slowly, so loose that he could sink into the sofa.

Before he even had time to taste Jiang Yuduo's attitude again, he fell asleep.

It wasn't until someone kicked his **** that he opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was the backrest of the sofa. What was different from when I closed my eyes yesterday was that he could see countless threads on the backrest of the fabric. It was probably caught by the cat.

He looked back, and Jiang Yuduo and Chen Qing stood side by side on the sofa and looked down at him in the bright sunlight.

"Fuck," he covered the sun with his hands. It was awkward when the two people watched and slept like this in the daytime. "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock," Jiang Yuduo put a bunch of keys on his pillow. "I'm going to remove the splint. The keys are here. You don't need to send them after you open the door. When I get back, I'll get them from you. ."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded in consternation.

"It's early on the table," Chen Qing said. "It's still hot. You get up and eat."

"Thank you." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo closed the door and got in with Chen Qing.

Today Chen Qing opened a Porsche in the store, red.

"How is it," Chen Qing patted the steering wheel. "Picked a red one to celebrate your dismantling."

"Moved." Jiang Yuduo rubbed his eyes.

"I was insomnia again last night," Chen Qing glanced at him. "Are you still dizzy?"

"Not dizzy," Jiang Yuduo closed his eyes. "It's a little uncomfortable."

"If you can't do it, take some sleeping pills or something," Chen Qing said. "Didn't Sister Qian ask you for something? Take one tablet if you can't sleep."

"Do not eat." Jiang Yuduo said.

Chen Qing sighed and drove the car towards the hospital.

"Clinic demolished." Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at him.

"Hospital," Chen Qing bit her lip. "I'm not following you anymore. It's okay to go to the clinic if you change medicine. You still have to go to the hospital to remove the board. The doctor still has to check the healing..."

"Turn around." Jiang Yuduo's voice sank.

"The head can be dropped, the blood can bleed, and the hospital can't throw it away," Chen Qing said. "Isn't it okay when I put on the splint, and it didn't take long to remove the board."

"You fucking!" Jiang Yu snatched a slap on his shoulder. "Neither rhyme can rhyme!"

"Beat me," Chen Qing said with a strong face. "I will take you to the hospital before I die."

Jiang Yuduo glared at him for a long time, and finally sighed and closed his eyes against the window.

When walking into the consultation room, Jiang Yuduo felt that he was not as good as before, and his whole body was in pain.

The trainee who helped him remove the splint looked at him and smiled: "How sweaty is his face? Does it still hurt?"

"No." Jiang Yu grabbed his teeth and answered.

"He's nervous," Chen Qing said on the edge. "Come on, please move quickly, so you can just take it apart."

"It's quick to disassemble," the doctor nodded. "I'll open a list for you later, take a picture to see how the bones heal..."

"No more," Jiang Yuduo said, "It must be fine."

After saying this, what did the doctor say, and what did Chen Qing say again, he could not hear clearly.

After the chaotic sound, there was a silence in the ears, and there was also a confusion in front of me. I could see everything, and I saw nothing like what I didn't see. I didn't know anything when I saw it.

Jiang Yuduo closed his eyes.

Chen Qing put him out of the clinic, dragged him to pay the fee, and then went to film, and he still had trouble breathing when he lay on the operating table.

Everyone's eyes are a bit strange.

Of course, an old man, who didn't have a fart injury on his body, was sweating and sweating nervously, and was walking erratically.

So he did not want to come to the hospital.

He was afraid of the hospital.

I was so scared that I couldn’t even remember why I was afraid.

If the injection is not counted, there seems to be no horrible content about the hospital in his memory. He hasn’t even been to the hospital a few times in his memory, but this kind of resistance and nervousness that caused the back to cramp quickly, but always The shadow goes with you.

When leaving the hospital and walking down the street, Jiang Yuduo felt a sense of rebirth and took a long sigh of relief.

"Where?" Chen Qing asked.

"Go to Cheng Ke's house to get the key," Jiang Yuduo looked at the phone. "He should be at home now."

"Okay." Chen Qing helped him pull the door.

When the car drove to the community, Jiang Yuduo called Cheng Ke.

It sounded there for a long time before it was connected, and Cheng Ke's confused voice came out: "I fuck, I still... at your house?"

"Don't you know where you are?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Sorry," Cheng Ke awakened in a series of voices, "Sorry, sorry, I just fell asleep again, I'm still on your sofa."

"You can sleep," Jiang Yuduo was very envious. "Well, wait at my house. We will pick you up and send you back."

"Sorry." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo sighed and hung up the phone: "Go back, he hasn't got up yet."

"I depend," Chen Qing said, "so sleepy."

"He didn't sleep last night." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...What's the matter with him?" Chen Qing was a little surprised. "Also insomnia?"

"Huh." Jiang Yu grabbed his eyebrows.

"Then you two are accompanied at night," Chen Qing said, "they couldn't sleep because of their eyes, they had a drink together and chatted for a day... by the way, I forgot to ask, what are you two doing? Is that all salt on the table?"

"Washing powder." Jiang Yuduo said.

"It's impossible, I licked it, it's salty!" Chen Qing said.

"Are you sick?" Jiang Yuduo glanced at him. "You don't even know what it is, so you talk?"

"I look like salt," Chen Qing said, "You two spread a table of salt in the middle of the night... what about the practice?"

"Get off." Jiang Yuduo said.

Last night, because I was not interrupted by sleep, I remember it very clearly.

From seeing Cheng Ke crying, to talking with him, to drinking and eating meat, painting sand paintings, and that inexplicable kiss, and finally to Cheng Ke, he said he had to talk to the talents of men...

Jiang Yudui frowned and shook his head.

He couldn't say how he felt when he heard Cheng Ke say this, except for surprise, it was speechless.

Cheng Ke shouldn't be deceiving. After all, even if he was grudge, he couldn't get down on a man's kiss, even if... He turned his head to look at Chen Qing, forget it, Chen Qing looked like he was driving seriously. I want to laugh.

I really want to kiss Chen Qing, it is estimated that half a meter away, you have to laugh.

But thinking of this, he was awkward suddenly.

Cheng Ke is actually gay?

He had many conjectures about Cheng Ke, but he never expected that there would be such a layer.

When he returned home, Cheng Ke had already packed it up, folded the quilt and placed it on the sofa, the pillow was laid on the quilt, and the salt on the table was also cleaned up.

"What about salt?" Chen Qing asked casually.

"It's in the trash." Cheng Ke said.

"I depend on it, so much, have you dumped the trash can?" Chen Qing looked at him, "You are so **** wasteful."

"...Do you still keep eating if you don't throw it?" Cheng Ke asked.

"It's not dirty again," Chen Qing said. "I dropped a piece of meat on the ground. My mother asked me to wash it and eat it."

"You're almost there," Jiang Yuduo glanced at the breakfast on the coffee table and turned to look at Cheng Ke. "Did you not eat early?"

"The head is a little heavy and has no appetite," Cheng Ke said.

"Bring it." Jiang Yuduo said.

"No need..." Cheng Ke said halfway and took it back, and took the bag earlier.

I don't know what Chen Qing is doing. Every time I saw him, he drove a non-heavy car. Cheng Ke took a bag and sat in the back seat early, looking at the window with a daze.

"What did you two play last night? Sprinkle a table of salt." Chen Qing asked while driving.

last night.

Upon hearing these four words, Cheng Ke immediately raised his eyes and looked forward to Jiang Yuduo, who was sitting in the co-pilot. Jiang Yuduo's head leaned against the window without any response.

Last night, he took the liberty with the spirit of alcohol, and now he still feels a little bit panicking when thinking of it. He couldn't do this kind of thing before, and he was probably suffocating.

In the matter of sexuality, he didn’t mind who would think of him. Those who he had contacted in the past didn’t particularly care about it, but after all, he didn’t know Jiang Yuzhu... , Did not regard him as a friend.

However, Jiang Yuduo has not had any special reaction.

"What did you do?" Chen Qing asked again.

Cheng Ke sighed: "I guess you paint."

"...Awesome, won't it be possible to get a pen and a piece of paper to draw?" Chen Qing was a little surprised. "It's so creative to get a table of salt."

"Ah." Cheng Ke responded.

"Call me next time," Chen Qing said, "I like to play with this. I used to play with my third brother before."

"Come on," Jiang Yuduo said, "you can't guess my **** sun."

"Then why don't you say that you paint too badly," Chen Qing said, "you kids next door are better than you."

"What did you guess?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Watermelon potato onion persimmon." Chen Qing said.

"Are you hungry?" Cheng Ke said.

"No!" Chen Qing refused to accept, "He didn't paint the sun by drawing a sun! How can I guess!"

Cheng Ke looked at the back of Chen Qing's head and didn't quite understand what it was.

"Three-and-a-half-year-olds know that there must be a circle around the sun when painting the sun!" Chen Qing said.

"...Oh." Cheng Ke finally understood.

Jiang Yuduo twitched, took out his phone, poked a few times on the screen, and handed the phone back to Cheng Ke: "What is this."

Cheng Ke glanced at it. There was a circle on it, and a wavy line around it: "Fried egg."

"Fuck, you go with Chen Qing." Jiang Yuduo put the phone back in his pocket.

Chen Qingle couldn't stop: "Just like you, how did you play yesterday, didn't you fight?"

"I didn't fight," Jiang Yuduo said. "I'm still hugging each other."

Cheng Ke looked up at him sharply.

"I'm leaning," Chen Qing was still happy, grinning, "Call me next time when you kiss, I call the two women together."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo looked over and looked at Cheng Ke.

Jiang Yuduo had no expression on his face, and his eyes were calm.

It's just that this seemingly lack of content makes Cheng Ke feel a little uncomfortable. He seems to feel Jiang Yuduo's discomfort under the indifference.

But the bet was that Jiang Yu took his own head, and it was also his own provocation.

Even if he kissed him, he asked for it.

What's so bad about this time?

Isn't it a person who has always been more real, and the polite words can be strictly enforced, and the self-satisfied gambling is lost?

Cheng Ke raised his head and closed his eyes.

Maybe not for that kiss, because of the three words gay.

Chen Qing drove downstairs and waited, Jiang Yuduo and Cheng Ke entered the elevator together.

"I can take it for you." Cheng Ke said.

"It's all right," Jiang Yuduo said, "I just checked the house."

"Oh," Cheng Ke nodded. "You can take another picture and compare it with the next inspection."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him: "Did you wake up?"

"Awake for a long time." Cheng Ke said.

"What's the worries about getting up now?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"...Am I?" Cheng Ke also looked at him.

"Is it me?" Jiang Yuduo said. "My mother didn't sleep all night. I woke up and wanted to sprinkle yesterday. It expired."

Cheng Ke was speechless for a moment and had to stare at the floor number.

After opening the door, Cheng Ke returned the key to Jiang Yuduo: "Check it."

"Well." Jiang Yu snatched into the kitchen, and came out as soon as he entered. "Do you not turn off the gas stove switch?"

"I closed the valve." Cheng Ke said.

"The reason is really good," Jiang Yuduo said. "Be careful. I'm afraid you will be poisoned to death."

"Natural gas is not so easily poisoned." Cheng Ke poured himself a glass of water.

"Will it be killed?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"...Thank you." Cheng Ke sighed and sat on the sofa.

Jiang Yuduo went into the kitchen again to turn off the cooktop switch, then took a cigarette shell out of his pocket and wrote a number and placed it beside him: "Lucy's phone, you can find her without a key next time. , It won't work after ten o'clock in the evening and will be scolded."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

After Jiang Yu snatched it out, he fell on the sofa and felt quite sleepy, but he couldn't sleep anymore.

After lying down for a while, he got up and went to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and entered the bathroom.

The hot water was at its maximum and he let out a long sigh of relief as his head rushed down.

He seldom drank so much alcohol, and never drank so much alcohol when he was insomnia. At this moment, he felt that although he was relaxed and relaxed, his head was still heavy.

The kind of trance that didn't wake up.

I couldn't sleep at this moment.

He shook his head fiercely, leaning his head against the wall, irritable.

The hot water slipped from the skin, wrapped in hot air, and from the beginning it was comfortable and slowly became somewhat breathless.

This kind of discomfort is not uncomfortable. On the contrary, it will make people feel inexplicably some associations, such as thinking of other scenes that make people breathless.

Although Cheng Ke didn't want to go back to the kiss last night, his mind kept replaying it for himself.

Jiang Yuduo's fruit body.

Half fruit.

Clean and clear muscle lines.

Provocative smile on the corner of the mouth.

...

When he came out of the bathroom, Cheng Ke glanced at the phone, which took almost twice as much time as usual.

In the past, it didn’t take so long to do something in the bathroom. After doing something today, he stood under the shower head and wrapped it in hot water for a long time. He almost fell asleep, and his head hit the wall before he woke up. , Quickly turned off the water and opened a slit in the window.

Back in the bedroom, he even covered his body with a blanket and quilt, closed his eyes and yawned.

This time is the best time for rejuvenation.

"I'm back in the shop," Chen Qing sat on the sofa, holding her phone and straightening her hair. "Is there any hair spray?"

"I haven't used that stuff in my life," Jiang Yuduo looked down at the novel on his phone. "Don't bother asking, every time.

"I'll take a bottle and put it here," Chen Qing said. "Where did you see it?"

"Recall the killing," Jiang Yuduo said, "I haven't finished my three chapters back to his mother."

"Did he remember who killed him in his previous life?" Chen Qing asked.

"No," Jiang Yu snatched a cigarette. "Now I think of it, how about the more than one million words in the back."

"Yes," Chen Qing nodded and asked again, "Are you recharged?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"Then I will use your number to watch at night," Chen Qing sorted her hair and stood up, "Go away."

"Did you not pay? All of them were reduced to reading novels." Jiang Yuduo raised his head.

"I'm saving now, my wife," Chen Qing said. "You can't talk about love without saving a little money, and your arms are two thick."

"Go away." Jiang Yuduo waved at him, and flipped through the screen several times, trying to finish the memory part quickly.

When he reads the novel, he wants to move forward. He doesn’t have any interest in what he does not recall. Even if it is related to an important plot, he is not willing to read it. There are so many memories, and he remembers so clearly.

Especially those distressing memories, whoever is happy to go back in a circle.

But seeing this kind of content today is much more irritable than usual, so annoying that he turned over his memories and didn't want to read it anymore.

I don't know what I'm worrying about.

For a moment, he picked up the phone again and continued to read the chapters patiently, but he couldn't even understand what he was talking about.

The pain of insomnia is here.

He got up and put on his coat and went out.

In the past two days, it was said that the temperature had dropped sharply. The wind outside was really violent. Jiang Yuduo took out the hat tucked in his pocket and put on it, wandering aimlessly on the street.

Cheng Ke was still in a dream when Xu Ding's phone call came. Recently, there were many dreams and there were always plots. When I woke up, I could still remember.

He touched the phone: "Hey?"

"Sleeping?" Xu Ding's voice was a bit noisy, and there were many people.

"Well," Cheng Ke glanced at the time, almost five o'clock, "Are you here?"

"Here we are," Xu Ding said, "but the preparations haven't been finished yet, you should be here right now, just have a meal and you can start."

"OK," Cheng Ke sat up. "It's okay to eat some noodles. Don't be too complicated. I've lost my appetite for a while."

"Then the ramen restaurant at the door." Xu Ding said.

"I'll be here in half an hour." Cheng Ke hung up and jumped out of bed.

Experts say no more than forty minutes of nap, it probably makes sense. He took a nap to five o'clock in the afternoon, and his legs were soft when he walked. When he entered the toilet, he almost knelt to the front of the toilet.

When I was washing my face, my phone rang again. I took it and looked at it. It was a reminder alarm set before. I have to pay the rent tomorrow.

He looked at the date on the phone, and finally another month passed, and he didn't know how it happened.

This month was especially boring. Except for having eaten with Xu Ding several times, he stayed at home other times and did not go out. He did not remember what he did.

I didn't think it would be so boring before, maybe it was because the only waves in his life that hadn't been alarmed hadn't appeared in a long time.

He hasn't contacted Jiang Yuduo since he got the key last time.

After all, he is not Cheng Cheng, mentally handicapped, Ke, and there is nothing in this room that needs to be solved by Jiang Yuduo.

And Jiang Yuduo directly gave Lu Qian's phone call to him, such an embarrassing hint that he couldn't understand it, even if there was something he didn't understand, he would not easily give Jiang Yuduo any more. I called.

Think of it suddenly felt a little sad.

He hadn't thought of anything to do with Jiang Yuduo, but at least it shouldn't be the state at the moment. The final incident was actually an inexplicable kiss, embarrassing and rigid.

Xu Ding's studio changed places. After Cheng Ke got out of the taxi, he found that he had made a mistake and searched for another half day. Finally, he called Xu Ding's phone and asked him to come out and answer.

"Are you about to go bankrupt," Cheng Ke followed behind Xu Ding, "How good was that single-floor building before, and it is now crowded with so many companies in one building."

"There is an atmosphere here," Xu Ding said, "and the floors are high, looking far."

"How far." Cheng Ke asked.

"I can't see it all the time," Xu Ding said.

Cheng Ke smiled.

Xu Ding had a studio before, and he was not close to the business scope of his company. He made various pretending videos and organized various pretending activities. Every collaboration was also this studio.

Now the studio moved to a high-end building, close to the top floor, with a large area, larger than the previous three-story small building, but Cheng Ke still prefers the atmosphere in the small building.

Xu Ding took him around for a while. The style of the studio is also very different from the past. It used to be quiet and idyllic, but now it looks modern and abstract.

"It has changed a lot," Cheng Ke said.

"I like different things," Xu Ding took him to his office, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass and looking outside. "A life that is too long will want to change."

"I have lived more than twenty years in one kind of life." Cheng Ke said.

"Are you still confused?" Xu Ding turned around and asked with a smile.

"It's okay," Cheng Ke walked to the glass, "cook."

"You can see...the building of your dad's company." Xu Ding pointed to the distance.

"Really?" Cheng Ke looked in the direction he pointed.

Far away, almost as far away as he could see, he could only see the word "group". If it weren't for the familiar sign on the top, he couldn't really notice it.

"After the building was built, I seemed to have been there twice." Cheng Ke looked over there.

"Let’s eat," Xu Ding said, "I asked my assistant to buy ramen, and I should be back by this time."

"Aren't you talking about eating in the past?" Cheng Ke said.

"I went to take a look, the environment is not very good," Xu Ding said, "I'm afraid you are not used to it."

"I now..." Cheng Ke looked back at the building over there. "Not so particular."

Xu Ding did not speak, but just smiled.

Cheng Ke is already familiar with the process of shooting video. He only needs to determine what he is painting.

This time I took a set of landscapes. Xu Ding gave him photos. He showed the landscape changes one by one. They don't need to be exactly the same. The mood and the things he wants to express come out.

He used to use his sand painting platform before, and was more used to it. This time, Xu Ding prepared everything for him.

"Okay?" Xu Ding asked.

"I'm better than my original one, and my one is quite old." Cheng Ke smiled, thinking of his sand painting table, where the final destination was a garbage station, he suddenly twitched in his heart.

"If you get used to it, I'll let someone pull you over," Xu Ding said. "I'm afraid you are too lazy to buy now."

"OK." Cheng Ke said.

This time I used colored sand, but only gray-green. Cheng Ke's favorite color is not too bright and not dull.

He grabbed a handful of sand and held it tightly in his hand, feeling that the sand was slowly squeezing and interlacing in his palm, and he couldn't help closing his eyes. The feeling that the sand was rubbing with his fingertips made him whole. .

Sure enough, it was more comfortable than salt.

"Go ahead." He put the sand back.

Xu Ding called the camera to come in and adjust the position. Cheng Ke quickly passed through the previous idea in his mind and scattered the first sand.

The fine sand, from thick to thin, was spread on the glass with a warm white glow.

After laying a few layers, he gently touched the sand with his hand. As the light appeared again, he temporarily forgot about those two months of boredom.

The video was repeated several times. At nine o'clock when the filming was completed, the flashing lights on the street had been connected.

Cheng Ke stretched out when he walked out of the building, which was probably the most pleasant hours he had spent in two months.

Xu Ding wanted to drive him back, but he refused. He used to go back by himself after finishing things. Even if he doesn't have a car to drive, he doesn't want to be different from before.

Xu Ding did not insist, but just sent him to the intersection where it was convenient to take a taxi: "I will call you when you are done."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

"You think about it at the scene next month. If there is no problem, we will discuss the details someday." Xu Ding said.

"Okay." Cheng Ke touched the cigarette case in his pocket and found that it was empty, suddenly depressed.

Xu Ding handed over a pack of cigarettes: "Stop holding you for a few hours."

"I counted a few times when you went out and smoked." Cheng Ke took the cigarette and walked to the wall.

"What happened on the spot..." Xu Ding hesitated. "Don't tell people in advance."

"Huh? Okay." Cheng Ke froze.

Xu Ding said something strange. Before, they also cooperated on the scene, but Xu Ding never asked him to keep it secret, and there was no need to keep it secret.

Sitting in the taxi he wondered why.

More than ten minutes after the car drove out, he frowned sharply, took out his phone and dialed Xu Ding's number.

"Why?" Xu Ding answered the phone.

"Why should your studio change places?" Cheng Ke asked.

"I said," Xu Ding said, "I want to change my feelings, I have stayed there for too long."

"Come on." Cheng Ke was silent for a while and hung up.

Xu Ding didn't say that it didn't make much sense to ask him again.

Maybe I thought too much. After all, I didn't want to think of anything before. Now, when I think about it suddenly, it's easy to think too much.

Maybe not thinking much.

Xu Ding is the only one of his "friends" who has not changed his relationship. Cheng Yi may not have noticed Xu Ding before, but if he really noticed, there seems to be nothing he cannot do.

In this city, there will be a real estate or a piece of land that is owned by Dad's company, and he can't figure out what business Cheng Yi has taken over.

He was not interested in this, nor did he want to make it clear. Just thinking about this layer, he was still in a panic.

After getting off the car at the gate of the community, he stood on the side of the road and watched the car go and didn't move.

I’m not sleepy or tired now, and I don’t have a very urgent need to lie on the bed, but I am a bit hungry after a few hours of work, and I can’t hold a bowl of noodles at all.

When Xu Ding asked him if he wanted to eat something, he didn't feel hungry yet. It was probably moody. At this moment, he was so hungry that he felt like someone took a spoon to take the last bit of food. It's like it's gone, empty.

I'm so hungry that I feel sick.

What state is this?

Cheng Ke sighed, hesitated for a few seconds, turned and walked to the intersection, went to Starbucks for a while, and had some food.

In fact, he still wants to eat barbecue, just like the messy little shop on the street.

I used to go there two or three times before. Their group felt too noisy and dirty, the tables were greasy, the stools were uncomfortable to sit on, and the service was poor. He ate diarrhea after eating back two or three times. spirit.

But now every time he goes to the supermarket, he will pass through several barbecue shops. In the cold and windy night, there is a large cotton curtain. The light and heat inside it have the liveliness of another world.

He looked at it and wanted to go in, but unfortunately he couldn't even find someone to go with him.

This is even more congested.

He pulled the collar, and the wind blew too hard, and the jacket couldn't bear it.

The clothes on him were bought casually two months ago, and I bought a lot at one time. I felt enough to change the clothes every week, so he didn't think about buying clothes anymore.

Yesterday, when he was photographed by the old north wind against his head, he hadn’t remembered that he should buy thicker winter clothing. Now he was photographed and his eyes could not be opened. He only recovered, and he will not buy clothes tomorrow. It is estimated that I will not be able to go out.

From here, go to Starbucks and say that it is not far away at all, and it will take five minutes to shake it in the past, but if it is close, it will not take a minute to be so blown through by the wind, and he will be very difficult for the next few minutes.

I'm so stupid, can't I just call a taxi to drive over? I had to get out of the car before thinking about eating.

But they all reached the intersection, and now it's not too close to turn around.

It might as well just go back and order takeout.

...Fuck!

Why are you so hungry at night, so troublesome when you come to him?

He frowned, followed the intersection, and turned into the path. He remembered that when he went to Jiang Yuduo last time, there was a fork in the road that could be passed directly. The exit was next to the trash can he turned, away from Starbucks. It's close.

It is estimated that it will snow at night. In this weather, there are no more people on the street at this time. Walking on the road, there is only the light in the windows on both sides, and I look very lonely.

After walking for a while, he saw a three-way road.

Where did Sancha Road come from?

He looked back to make sure he should have gone right.

He had to take out his phone and turned on the navigation. The navigation told him that the rightmost one would be just that.

"Let's go." He whispered, holding the phone like a compass, and followed the guidance.

After a short walk, he found that he had just passed Jiang Yuduo's door. He should have passed his head before, and the intersection was in front of Jiang Yuduo's house.

He was not a road fanatic, but he was lost in his hungry stomach in the old north wind. When he walked out of the path and walked back to the street, he could be 200 meters farther than the exit he expected.

But the distance should be about the same, he can already see the Starbucks brand.

At ten o'clock on this street, it was the busiest time. Various bars and nightclubs were shining on a black background, but there were not many people on the road. They all drove to the door when they drove to the door, and they plunged into steaming. In the laughter and music mixed with wine.

Cheng Ke put the phone back in his pocket.

As I walked forward, I suddenly felt someone behind me.

He glanced back and saw no one.

Perhaps it is uncomfortable to be in this darkness that is isolated from the excitement.

It may also be... Several people standing next to the two trash cans not far away can't see clearly, but can only see the ignition light on the cigarette **** in the mouth and in the hand.

Several people talked happily, but the smile was particularly unpleasant.

After flattening his throat, he laughed, and when he listened, he could imagine the content of the chat.

When Cheng Ke frowned and wanted to go across the street, a man fluttered happily and kicked on the trash can.

The trash can was not covered, and it was quite full. This person used a lot of energy. The moment the trash can was kicked down, Cheng Ke felt a piece of trash pouring out.

Although he once fought with Jiang Yuduo on the trash bin and the barrels were crushed, it was still disgusting at this moment, but before he hurried away, a box that didn’t know what to do flew over. He fell to the ground one meter away from him, the lid was smashed open, and even soup splashed him a pair of pants.

In strong disgust he even felt his face splashed.

"Fuck!" Cheng Ke wiped his face and scolded.

His "fuck" voice was not high, but he quickly got a response from the other party.

"Fuck one more!" A man shouted and jumped hard at something that looked like a fast food box.

Such a foot will not have any power in peacetime, the fast food box will be kicked directly, and then the scum inside will be scattered all over the ground.

But now it's different, there is wind now, and Cheng Ke is standing at their downwind.

He dodged the lunch box where Zhangya Wupu pounced, but failed to avoid the vegetable residue inside.

There was a burst of laughter over there.

Cheng Ke really couldn't understand it, he just changed his life to another place. Here he had been to countless times before. Even if something happened, someone was in the bar making trouble, but now he encounters this kind of confusion on the street one at a time. Someone's grumpy things.

What exactly is going on?

I felt that my chest was almost bursting with a sudden burning anger.

Cheng Ke walked over to a few people, stepping on the garbage.

There was a metal strip in the trash. It looked like it had been removed from the window. When he passed, he kicked the metal strip lightly.

The metal bar bounced and made two rounds in the air, and he caught it.

The laughter of several people went down.

Stupid.

This trick was played by Cheng Ke bored in the yard. Every time the tree in the backyard was pruned, the branches were scattered, thick and thin, long and short. At first, he just kicked and played, slowly found the rules and In a hard way, as long as the angle is correct, he can kick any bar from the ground into the air and catch it with his hand.

When fighting, this trick is useless, but the first-class momentum can bring a lot of pressure to the opponent, resulting in the illusion of "this man looks very powerful", and then he can shoot.

Cheng Ke hit a stick on the thigh of the man kicking the fast food box.

The man froze for about half a second. After a roar, he threw it over. Cheng Ke ducked sideways, grabbed his wrist, and pressed his elbow forward.

The man immediately continued to rush out, Cheng Ke kicked his back against the back, and the man threw himself into the trash on the ground.

There was wind in his ears, the distance was too close, and Cheng Ke couldn’t avoid it. He could only make the wrong angle, so that the stick that was supposed to hit his shoulder hit his arm. After all, there was muscle on the arm, it was not easy Bone hurt.

It was a water pipe that hit me.

Cheng Ke grabbed the other end of the water pipe and dragged forward. The person behind him was pulled over by him, hitting his back with a punch, but there was no effort.

Cheng Ke gripped his wrist and twisted, and the man rolled with a yell from the side to the ground, kneeling on his knees without falling.

Cheng Ke stepped on his ribs and the man fell to the ground.

Cool.

Much cooler than fighting with Jiang Yuduo.

These people are too weak in combat, he can make every shot accurately, and his movements are not deformed.

When several people shoved at him at the same time, he bent over and kicked again at the first one who had just fallen from the ground. The man fell again and made an angry cry.

Cheng Ke smashed the metal bar in his hand backwards, forcing the people who came behind him to take two steps. He didn't look back. This angle wouldn't hit his head anyway. As long as he didn't hit his head, it didn't matter.

Then he stepped on the shoulder of the second person who was about to pick up the hose.

He also suffered a few hits, but he couldn't feel the pain. As long as he wasn't thrown to the ground, he stared at the first two shots.

After not knowing how many rounds, the nose and mouth were covered with blood, and there was finally noticeable pain on the back of his head.

Fuck **** so countless!

Cheng Ke turned around and punched a punch in the nose behind him. The man covered his nose with a short scream and fell to the ground.

The severe pain in the back of the head caused Cheng Ke to kick his foot against his hand that was covering his face.

When he turned around again, he saw the knife.

But the man who took the knife didn't make it until he fell to the ground with his wrist knife.

Cheng Ke found that he was standing still.

When I looked back and looked at the other ones, I sat or stood or bowed down and froze, all looking behind him.

Cheng Ke slowed down and turned back in the direction of their gaze.

It's... clever.

Jiang Yuduo stood in the wind with a cigarette in his mouth, looking silently at this side.

"Third Brother." Someone said aloud.

"Go." Jiang Yuduo spit out a word biting the cigarette.

"Third Brother," another person said, "we..."

"If you say one more word, you can only climb out of this street today." Jiang Yuduo said.

Several people quickly climbed up and passed in front of Cheng Ke in line, each glaring at him and disappeared into the darkness.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yuduo took two steps in front of him and looked at him: "What are you crazy for?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak. In the atmosphere that became cold all around, the hotness in his body disappeared instantly, and the pain in the back of the head spread to the whole body.

The leg also felt pain.

Fuck.

When Cheng Ke knelt down uncontrollably, there was only this word in his mind.

What a splendid scene, after a chaotic battle, he knelt down at the boss of this piece, maybe he would slap his head again without holding on.

Fuck!

But this scene did not appear.

While his body was down, Jiang Yuduo had come forward to frame him, and the smoke in his mouth almost poked him in the face.

Cheng Ke leaned his head away from the cigarette butts and shook his foot.

Jiang Yuduo loosened him and glanced at his hand before reaching out and rubbing two on his clothes.

Cheng Ke looked down inexplicably and said, "Why?"

The clothes are black, and I can't see what Jiang Yuduo wiped up.

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak and reached out and shook in front of his eyes.

There is blood in the palm.

"Are you injured?" Cheng Ke was shocked. He couldn't understand how Jiang Yuduo was injured.

"This **** is your blood," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "Fool!"

"...Ah," Cheng Ke froze for a moment, and touched his back with his backhand. His fingers were full of blood. He was shocked, "I fuck."

Jiang Yuduo pinched the cigarette on the lid of the trash can next to him, and walked down the path when he came next to him: "Go."

"Where to go." Cheng Ke asked.

"My home," Jiang Yu snatched back, "If you don't go, just take a taxi and go to the hospital. See if there is a taxi in this area.

Cheng Ke followed silently.

Jiang Yuduo's family was still the same, even when he came back, the quilts and pillows were confiscated and placed on the chair.

Cheng Ke took off his coat and sat on the chair by the table.

The room was warm, the cold in him quickly receded, the frozen body began to regain consciousness, and pain followed.

It's like a flower burst, it hurts everywhere.

"The jacket is off." Jiang Yuduo took out the medicine chest and put it on the table.

This medicine chest Cheng Ke knew, this is what he put there before.

Cheng Ke hesitated to take off his shirt and wanted to throw it on the sofa, but glanced at the neckline and found that there was blood on his neck. He threw the clothes on the ground beside him.

Jiang Yuduo picked up his clothes and put them on the sofa.

"Stained for a while." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm not as particular about you as you are," Jiang Yuduo opened the medicine chest and took out the alcohol. "Clean it first. I can't see where the wound is now."

Cheng Ke looked at the bottle of alcohol, maybe it wasn't the last bottle. The last time the bottle was taken by Jiang Yu to his head and poured out half of the bottle as if it were watering flowers...

Thinking of Jiang Yuduo's style of treating wounds, Cheng Kelima was a little nervous: "Why don't I come by myself."

"Counsel?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him. "Isn't it arrogant when I started?"

"Just do it." Cheng Ke felt a numbness in the back of his head, and he was too lazy to fight with Jiang Yu again, his elbows on the table.

The elbow was tingling as soon as it was propped up. He quickly raised his hand and looked at it. It was a deep mouth, but it was not long, and I didn't know when it was put on... the clothes were broken again?

Jiang Yuduo poked his finger on the back of his head and pressed down: "Head down."

"Just here? Don't you go to the toilet?" Cheng Ke asked. "It will make you **** for a while."

"I'll let you do what you do!" Jiang Yu roared. "Do you have to help you put the hot water in the tank and sprinkle some petals!"

Cheng Ke closed his mouth and lay directly on the table. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth when the alcohol splashed.

People are really weird. They are not afraid of injuries when fighting. They can tolerate pain even if they are injured. However, this small pain makes people nervous when dealing with wounds.

Maybe it's because you know in advance that you're going to have pain. The more you think about it, the more you wait.

Sudden pain is not pain.

Jiang Yuduo didn't pour alcohol directly on his head, and he unpacked a large pack of cotton wool, pulled it in half, and lumped, looking at a circle bigger than a big bun.

Then after pouring a little alcohol, Jiang Yuduo rubbed the cotton around his neck.

"It takes half of it. Is there any more time to treat the wound?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo made no noise and slapped him on the back.

Because of his bare upper body, this slap shook crisply, and the room could be echoed no matter how big it was.

Cheng Ke squeezed the anger that almost came up again, gritted his teeth and didn't speak or move.

Jiang Yuduo rubbed his neck and shoulders, and slowly poured a little alcohol into the hair in the back of his head: "Is it here?"

"No, go up a little bit more," Cheng Ke said, "I feel the pain above."

Jiang Yuduo put his things down into the bedroom, took a lamp out, opened it in the back of his head, and pulled it twice in his hair: "See."

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"It's not deep, it's okay, it's not too bleeding now, but it's going to be on my head, it's estimated that it won't stop for two days," Jiang Yuduo said. "I have to...get a pair of scissors."

"Why?" Cheng Ke jumped up and raised his head.

"Hair cut a bit, how about washing it?" Jiang Yuduo flipped through the medicine chest, and took out a handful of pink, small, round-headed children who cut it by hand.

Cheng Ke was reluctant to be cut into alopecia areata, and he was even more unwilling to be cut into alopecia areata by such scissors. He pressed the scissors in Jiang Yuduo's hand: "No."

"Nothing?" Jiang Yuduo asked. "If you go to the hospital, the doctor will shave you all of this piece."

"I'm not going to the hospital." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo said nothing.

"I have a live performance next month," Cheng Ke sighed. "In a few days, I can't go headless without a head?"

Jiang Yuduo was silent for a while before speaking: "Are you relying on this to eat now?"

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"...Come on," Jiang Yuduo put down the scissors, "wash it slowly."

"Thank you." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo should be a skilled worker dealing with wounds. Cheng Ke was lying on the table, he could feel him picking up his hair a little bit, and then using a small cotton ball to move up, the movement was very light, except for the sting when alcohol touched the wound There is no longer any other pain when I hit it.

Cheng Ke didn't know why he treated his wounds like that kind of wind and clouds.

I don't know how long it took to hurt the back of the head. The wound was numb after the alcohol stabbed, it didn't hurt, and I didn't feel anything. It was only the itching when the hair was turned.

Cheng Ke lying on the table somehow had a massage-like comfort. The heating in the living room should be repaired. It was so hot that he began to feel sleepy.

I fell asleep comfortably.

It was probably hit by a concussion.

Jiang Yuduo has dealt with many wounds, his own, others, his little brothers were injured a little bit, and he ran here, he would bandage the dodging.

But among so many people, he was able to fall asleep when he first encountered the wound, and he could snore.

He bowed his back here for almost half an hour, his waist was sore, and Cheng Ke actually fell asleep on the table! At first he thought that snoring was meowing, but when he turned his head, he saw meow sitting on the sofa and looking at him.

He then determined that Cheng Ke was not only asleep, but also sleeping soundly.

This is about to change Chen Qing, he can throw it outside to freeze without clothes.

But for Cheng Ke, he didn't give up.

Compared to these people who have been in the street since childhood, the former young master in front of him is estimated to be much bitter in his heart. Many things that they are accustomed to in Chengke here can be regarded as a major setback.

And he can see that he is suffocating.

So Jiang Yuduo was a little bit reluctant to do things he liked about men, but he helped him just now.

To change an individual homosexuality, he must have squatted on the street with a cigarette to see the excitement.

After the wound was cleaned, Jiang Yuduo first used adhesive tape to stick Cheng Ke's hair to both sides to expose the wound, and then covered the gauze.

Cheng Ke snorted while applying gauze, as if to wake up, he stopped his hand, waited for a while, and found that the man just snorted.

It wasn't until he pulled Cheng Ke's arm to look at the injury on his arm that Cheng Ke flicked up on the table and sat upright.

After the two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, Cheng Ke asked, "Are I asleep?"

"Well." Jiang Yu nodded.

"Sorry, I felt so sleepy," Cheng Ke rubbed his face. "I don't know when I fell asleep...wrapped?"

"Okay," Jiang Yuduo said. "You go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine. There is one that can speed up wound healing. Just apply it yourself."

"Oh." Cheng Ke hesitated and nodded, "I try."

"Don't you have a gas station when you came," Jiang Yuduo said, "There is a clinic behind you. If you can't make it, go there and let someone apply it."

"Okay." Cheng Ke breathed a sigh of relief, and then moved his arm. "I'll hurt myself."

Jiang Yuduo pushed the medicine chest to him.

I have to say that if Cheng Ke's movement fluency when playing sand painting is ten, then he is estimated to be negative infinity when he treats his wounds.

Don't be bothered to take the action of where is not where, Jiang Yuduo tried to rush up and slap him several times.

"If you can't see it anymore," Cheng Ke sighed, "you'll play something else."

Jiang Yuduo took out his mobile phone, and before he could hold it steady, a call came in.

"Who." He answered the phone.

The wound on Cheng Ke's arm was on the outside, so he had to press his arm against the table and then don't turn around to rub the cotton wool with the cotton wool as if hugging him.

Wipe very seriously.

He does not want someone to be on the phone when answering the phone, and he is not willing to be on the phone when others answer the phone.

But Jiang Yuduo didn't seem to be so particular about him, still leaning on the sofa: "How many? Oh...I know who they are looking for...don't care, just avoid it..."

Jiang Yuduo stood up after hanging up the phone, walked to the table, and grabbed his wrist.

Without waiting for Ke Ke to respond, he had already picked up the alcohol bottle, pulled his arm over the wound, and then pulled the cotton wool along the wound.

Before I even felt the pain, the blood on the wound had been wiped off.

Then Jiang Yuduo pressed up a piece of gauze again, and after saying it, he said, "You are here first."

"Huh?" Cheng Ke froze.

"Those few called their boss to find you on the street." Jiang Yuduo packed his medicine box and lit a cigarette to lie on the sofa.

"...I think those are your people." Cheng Ke said.

"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I don't even know them."

"Then they will run when they see you." Cheng Ke moved his neck, it was okay, sour.

"Yeah, they ran when they saw me, and it wasn't that I ran when they saw them," Jiang Yuduo frowned. "Go to the hospital tomorrow to take a picture. How can you hit a stick and **** your mother into Chen?" Celebrated?"

Cheng Ke sighed.

"They can't turn around long, such a cold day." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Well," Cheng Ke leaned back in his chair. "I thought you were the boss in this piece, what else?"

"No matter which movie," Jiang Yuduo said, "you say you are the boss when you go out, and whoever cares about you is not an outstanding citizen."

"Then your boss," Cheng Ke looked at him, "Is Chen Qing going out to help you?"

Jiang Yuduo stared at him with his eyebrows twisted, and then looked at the phone without speaking.

Cheng Ke responded after five seconds. According to what he saw before, Jiang Yuduo should refer to the other party's boss. He suddenly felt a sense of sorrow and being possessed by Chen Qing.

After sitting there for a while, Cheng Ke's hunger feeling returned to his stomach again. He took out his phone, hesitated, and looked at Jiang Yuduo and asked, "Are you eating?"

"Not hungry." Jiang Yuduo stared at the phone without looking up.

"I'm very hungry, can I get a takeaway?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Yuluo raised his head.

"...Barbecue," Cheng Ke shook his phone. "I see it in the takeaway."

"Which one?" Jiang Yuduo asked again.

"Let's see," Cheng Ke turned on his phone and checked, "Luo Fat Man Barbecues."

"I haven't heard of it, it won't taste good," Jiang Yuduo snorted.

Cheng Ke looked at him and waited for him to talk about which one was delicious. As a result, Jiang Yuduo stopped speaking and looked down at the phone again.

Cheng Ke had to go back and forth in his mobile phone again and again, looking for: "Dahe BBQ? Best to have a barbecue? Chen Jiatun BBQ... Is this from Chen Qing's home..."

"Hey!" Jiang Yudui sighed hard and threw the phone aside. "Speak, what do you want to eat?"

"Barbecue." Cheng Ke said.

"I know!" Jiang Yuduo kicked a chair. "What to burn! What to bake!"

Cheng Ke was silent. Only then did he realize that he wanted to eat barbecue for a long time, but he didn't have a specific food or any memories of the taste.

To be precise, he probably just wanted to stay in the bustling environment of the barbecue restaurant, and he didn't care about the specific content of the barbecue...

"I don't know." Cheng Ke sighed, and he couldn't explain to Jiang Yuduo, feeling that Jiang Yuduo might jump up and deafen his ears next second.

But Jiang Yuduo did not jump or roar. After staring at him for a long time, he picked up his phone again and dialed a number.

"Bring me some barbecue," he frowned, "Everything is OK, the same ten skewers, and the dishes are also required, leeks, broccoli, eggplant... No more wine, I have it here."

After hanging up the phone, the room was quiet again.

Cheng Ke didn't know if he needed to say thank you. Every time he was with Jiang Yuduo, he felt dizzy and busy, except drinking that day...

"Play for a while." Jiang Yuduo suddenly stood up, dragged a chair and sat next to the table, took a bag under the coffee table, and poured it onto the table.

"Play...what?" Cheng Ke looked shocked at the salt poured onto a table.

"I guess you paint." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Let's play?" Cheng Ke asked, "Do you think it's too easy for me to draw?"

"Do you want to play?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"All right, how to play?" Cheng Ke sighed.

Jiang Yuduo took an hourglass and put it on the table, and took his mobile phone: "The hourglass is 30 seconds. From the beginning of the time, you can find a novel or the like. In order, the nouns you encounter painting."

"OK." Cheng Ke nodded, took the phone to find a station to open, and poked one casually.

"Let me draw first, guess?" Jiang Yuduo looked at the phone.

"Okay." Cheng Ke nodded and smoothed the salt on the table.

"Come," Jiang Yuduo turned the hourglass upside down and began to draw on the salt with his finger. "A word."

Cheng Ke stared at his hand and drew a square first, and then drew four vertical lines on the four corners of the square.

"Bed." Cheng Ke said.

"Oh," Jiang Yudou nodded, got up and took a bag of cat food and placed it next to it, touched a grain out of it and put it on Cheng Ke's hand, "Now you draw."

Cheng Ke looked at the phone.

It was an early morning and Miss San was sitting in front of the mirror...

"Two words." He poured the hourglass, wiped the salt, and began to draw the mirror.

First, an ellipse.

"Egg." Jiang Yuduo said, "Egg Duck Egg Goose Egg."

"No." Cheng Ke continued to paint. In order to make it easier for Jiang Yuduo to understand, he decided to draw a simple little girl's vanity mirror and put it on the table to make a circle, which should be visible at a glance. Too.

He drew a vertical line on one side of the ellipse.

"Balloon." Jiang Yuduo said.

He drew another one on the other side.

"Ice cream." Jiang Yuduo said.

He drew a base below.

"Globe." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Two words." He reminded.

"Ball instrument." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...Is there such a thing?" Cheng Ke was a little helpless, and quickly began to draw people next to him, combing his hair in front of the mirror.

After drawing a few strokes, Jiang Yu took a shot at the table: "Makeup!"

"Makeup is a **** verb." Cheng Ke glanced at the hourglass and it was almost leaking light.

"Look in the mirror!" Jiang Yuduo patted the table again.

There was a little hourglass that he had slapped.

"Mirror!" he called again.

"It's overtime." Cheng Ke said.

"No," Jiang Yu grabbed a cat food and placed it in front of himself. "It's my turn."

"Come on." Cheng Ke patted the salt on his hand.

Jiang Yuduo glanced at the mobile phone and gave a squeak. He drew two circles on the salt with his finger: "Two words."

"Glasses." Cheng Ke said.

"No." Jiang Yuduo drew two more strokes.

Cheng Ke looked more like glasses: "Sunglasses, blindfolds."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, carefully poked the shape of a bow between the two circles.

"...Bra?" Cheng Ke was speechless.

"Fuck, you can," Jiang Yuduo said, "I don't think you can guess this."

Cheng Ke took the phone and glanced at the earrings.

"Both words," he drew a circle quickly, and drew two small semicircles on both sides of the circle, "two characters."

"Sugar gourd," Jiang Yu grabbed his eyebrows. "How do you draw these differently from your sand paintings?"

"In order to match your level," Cheng Ke said, adding two small circles on the semicircle, and drawing an arrow to point at these two small circles, "Two words!"

"Earrings!" Jiang Yu grabbed the violence.

Meow jumped up from the sofa and fled into the bedroom. Cheng Ke was snarled with his voice too fast.

"Right." He took a cat food and put it on Jiang Yu's hand.

Next, Jiang Yuduo drew a trapezoid that approximated a triangle, and then added another one on the long side. To be honest, this thing is a bit abstract, but Cheng Ke still can guess what it is with the previous bra.

"Underwear." He said.

"Four characters." Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"... triangle briefs?" he tried to answer.

"Fuck," Jiang Yu nodded. "That's right."

Cheng Ke, the third lady, had been sitting in front of the mirror and tossing. The necklace was finished when the earrings were finished. But since this was a pearl necklace, Cheng Ke drew a shell to remind him, but he pointed at the shell and shouted at the butterfly, so he didn't guess right.

"What kind of novel did you order," Jiang Yu sighed. "Is it a **** clothes matching guide...to me."

"Draw it." Cheng Ke nodded.

Jiang Yuduo glanced at the phone and seemed to be stunned.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuzhuo bit his lip and drew two circles.

"Bra." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo snorted and drew another mushroom standing upright between the two circles.

Cheng Ke froze at a glance, and said for a long time: "Are you looking at Xiao Huangwen?"

"So much control," Jiang Yuduo pointed at the painting. "Two words!"

Cheng Ke had already guessed what it was, but he couldn't say it.

"Those vulgar words." Jiang Yuduo added another sentence.

"...Fuck," Cheng Ke sighed, "confess."

Jiang Yuduo flipped the phone again: "This chapter is too **** yellow...Let's write so many words."

"Change one," Cheng Ke said. "What do you see?"

"Cultivation of immortals," Jiang Yuduo said, looking at him again after thinking about it, and his expression stopped, but in the end he still couldn't stop, "Hey, Cheng Ke, I ask you."

"Uh." Cheng Ke reached out and erased the picture on the table.

"Do you usually look at those things?" Jiang Yuduo whispered, "Just the same...sexy little yellow book?"

"Don't look," Cheng Ke narrowed his eyes, "I see the little yellow film."