Antidote

Cheng Ke had originally thought about asking Jiang Yuduo what the "them" is today, but after hearing Jiang Yuduo where you are and where I am, he suddenly couldn't care about anything.

"Can you explain this to me?" He looked at Jiang Yuduo.

"It literally means," Jiang Yu snatched to the window and looked out, "Chen Qing is here."

Cheng Ke didn't even care about whether Chen Qing would come or not, and he didn't want to eat that early. He stood beside the table in a daze. He was not particularly sober when he got up in the morning. He didn't fall asleep last night. At this time, his mind couldn't digest Jiang Yuduo. if.

Jiang Yuduo opened the door in the past, and Chen Qing walked in early carrying it.

"You can throw this key," he put it on the table early, "so disgusting."

"He intends to change the fingerprint lock." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Fingerprint lock?" Chen Qing was stunned. "Oh, I know! The fingerprint lock was used in your house, so you never take the key?"

"Finally discovered by you." Cheng Ke said.

"Then your family is not too rich, many people use fingerprint locks." Chen Qing said.

"Well." Cheng Ke felt that he couldn't even speak to Chen Qing for three sentences.

Earlier was the soy milk fritter that Cheng Ke always wanted to eat. He glanced and suddenly became very appetite.

He hasn’t eaten too much in these two months. It’s not too late when he wakes up in the morning, but he is too lazy to eat at home, but he can’t make it by himself, so he usually asks for takeout until noon.

It is said that if you don’t eat early, you will become stupid after a long time.

Just always blindfolded.

"You can eat it earlier," Chen Qing said, "I don't have the money to buy abalone or something, and the third brother sometimes pays off."

"Get off." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Go away in a while," Chen Qing sat down at the table. "I haven't eaten it yet."

"I really like these." Cheng Ke also sat down, looked at the bag earlier, and took out a fritter.

"Soybean milk." Chen Qing put the soybean milk in front of him and Jiang Yuduo. "There are also oil cakes. I like to eat oil cakes. There are also a few pies. The pure meat stuffing is sold out. ."

"Leek's?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Yes." Chen Qing nodded.

"Oh, then I'll eat fritters and fritters." Cheng Ke said.

"Why?" Chen Qing asked.

"Fear of taste!" Jiang Yuduo said impatiently.

"There are so many things," Chen Qing sighed and looked at Cheng Ke. "Hey, what is the origin of your family? What is your dad doing?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak and took a bite of fritters.

"It must be a business?" Chen Qing asked. "What business?"

Cheng Ke smiled or said nothing.

"It's okay, I didn't think about how rich you are. After all, people who are really rich wear hundreds of thousands of watches," Chen Qing said. "Your watch is only 170,000."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

Chen Qing looked at him and was a little unhappy after waiting for a while: "Then you say, I will wait for a long time."

Cheng Ke turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yuduo, hoping that he could stop his rude courtesy, but Jiang Yuduo held an oil cake and looked at him with interest while eating.

It seems to be waiting for his answer.

"Just," Cheng Ke sighed, "Real estate or something."

"Oh-real estate," Chen Qing said with a long voice, "then it's really nothing, we are in real estate here...just...what group is coming?"

Chen Qing turned to Jiang Yuduo. Jiang Yuduo asked while eating: "What? How do I know."

"Isn't they developing these two streets," Chen Qing's expression with a hard thought on his face, "The boss's name is Cheng's..."

Chen Qing said that he stopped halfway, paused and turned back to look at Cheng Ke: "What's your surname?"

"Ji." Cheng Ke said.

"Fuck! Your surname is Cheng!" Chen Qing slammed the table with a slap. Jiang Yuduo shuddered. The pancake in his hand fell on the table. Chen Qing continued to look at him excitedly, "Cheng Ke! Are you with your dad's surname? Right? What group? That's right!"

"You fucking!" Jiang Yuduo slapped his arm at his arm. "Is it sick?"

"I rely on it," Chen Qing felt completely indifferent to this slap and rubbed his arms. "Then your family is quite rich..."

"Go ahead with you!" Jiang Yuduo picked up the fritters, took a bit of it, and patted Chen Qing's arm again. He snapped the half of the dough stick held by Chen Qing on the table. Go away!"

Chen Qing picked up the fritters and stuffed them into his mouth, glanced at the time on the phone, picked up the soy milk, took a pie from the bag, and hurried over to the door: "Go away."

"Don't broadcast everywhere." Jiang Yu snatched up.

"Relax." Chen Qing went out.

Cheng Ke felt that he really thought too little. After Jiang Yu snatched up that sentence, he was a little worried. He did not want to be inexplicable by a bunch of people who knew what group he was driven from. Master, I once turned the trash can...

"The important thing is that he keeps his mouth tight, don't worry." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

"What kind of group is your dad, is it awesome?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke gave him a glance, and only then did it react. Jiang Yuduo didn't know which group at all, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

What dad is proud of.

"It's okay," Cheng Ke smiled. "The house you rented from me might be his."

"Oh," Jiang Yu nodded. "It's quite expensive. Lucie kept scolding when she bought it."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, and drank his soy milk: "Is there sugar? It's not good to drink."

"Get the kitchen by yourself." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke took the soy milk into the kitchen. A row of small pots on the desk contained powdered ones with small particles and large ones, and their colors were almost the same.

His concept of sugar is basically sugar cube. Hesitated, he picked up a jar and opened it, pinched it with his fingers and put it in his mouth to taste it. It was salty, and because he accidentally licked too much, he was salty I felt a little trembling, so I rushed to the nearby pool and rinsed my mouth.

I took another jar that looked almost the same, opened it carefully and dipped it in my fingers carefully.

As he protruded his tongue to lick, Jiang Yuduo's voice came from the door: "This is it."

"...Oh." Cheng Ke looked back at him.

Jiang Yuduo turned and sat back at the table.

Cheng Ke took a spoon, estimated to put four spoons, and then stirred and returned to the living room.

"Already released?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded. "This is so similar to salt, it can't be distinguished."

"Sometimes I can't tell clearly," Jiang Yuduo hesitated and asked again, "How much is left?"

Cheng Ke held soy milk and drew four fingers at him while drinking.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him without speaking.

Soy milk only took a sip. He put down the glass and stared at the soy milk inside.

What the **** is so sweet?

It's all throat!

Jiang Yuduo stood up, took his cup of soy milk into the kitchen, came out after a while, put his soy milk in front of him, and replaced the previous cup.

"Huh?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"I took a sip," Jiang Yuduo said, "you drink my cup, I like it a little bit sweeter."

"Good." Cheng Ke picked up his cup and tasted it, not bad.

Jiang Yuduo took a sip of soy milk, frowned, and looked painful: "Which spoon do you use?"

"Just... that plastic round spoon," Cheng Ke felt a little overwhelmed, "or should I change it back."

"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo tilted his head and poured a cup of soy milk. Then he took another glass of water and drank. "You... take it easy."

After eating early, Cheng Ke was ready to go back, only to remember that he didn't have a coat now.

"Should the mall open the door now?" He walked to the window and glanced, "I lean? It's snowing!"

"You wear mine first," Jiang Yu snatched the bedroom and took a down jacket and handed it to him. "Don't turn around today, you are not only a coat."

"Just two down jackets." Cheng Ke took over the clothes.

"Then wear that first." Jiang Yuduo said.

"That one is too thin, and..." Cheng Ke sighed. "After washing it, it becomes lumpy."

"...Then wear me this first," Jiang Yuduo opened the door. "I will send you back."

"Okay." Cheng Ke took the key and went out with him.

Cheng Ke shrunk his neck as soon as he left the door. It was obviously much colder than yesterday. He took out his phone and glanced at it, cooling it down almost ten degrees.

Fortunately, the down jacket Jiang Yu captured him was very thick. He put on his hat and looked at Jiang Yu Duo.

The man was still a long-sleeved t-shirt with a cotton jacket on the outside and no zippers. He just wore a ski cap and was able to stretch his body in the wind.

"Aren't you cold?" Cheng Ke couldn't help asking.

"It's a little cold." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Put the zipper on when it's cold," Cheng Ke was inexplicably, "What fun to play?"

"Used," Jiang Yuduo said.

"What are you used to?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.

"Just, for example, you only have a thick coat this winter," Jiang Yuduo said. "You put it on when it was cold. What should you do when it is colder? What about colder?"

Cheng Ke looked at him.

"It's too cold, add long sleeves," Jiang Yuduo said. "It's too cold, wear a sweater, and then...and so on, get it?"

"With such a ghost push," Cheng Ke pulled up his clothes to cover half of his face. "Do you only have a thick coat now!"

"Before," Jiang Yuduo said, zipping the jacket, "but I'm not particularly afraid of the cold."

"Really?" Cheng Ke didn't know what to say.

before? How long ago? Was that "not so good" kid?

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, and suddenly reached into his jacket pocket, grabbed his hand and shook it.

Cheng Ke felt dizzy for a moment after he responded. When the wind was flapping from behind, he staggered two steps and turned to stare at Jiang Yuduo.

"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"What?" Cheng Ke still stared at him.

"My hands have always been warm outside," Jiang Yuduo's expression on his face was a bit triumphant when he said, "You have been cold in your pocket."

"...Oh!" Cheng Ke suddenly realized, embarrassingly raised his voice subconsciously, emphasizing his own realization, "Oh!"

"Oh shit." Jiang Yu grabbed him a glance.

Cheng Ke was speechless.

When he came to the intersection, Jiang Yuduo stopped and looked back. Cheng Ke followed him back. At first glance, all the pedestrians he had seen were walking in the wind.

"You said yesterday...they," Cheng Ke said, "what's going on?"

"They have followed me for many years." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Who is it?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo did not answer.

"You were injured yesterday, are they?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"Well." Jiang Yu grabbed a frown.

"Why not call the police?" Cheng Ke continued to ask.

"Alarm?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head. "When have you seen people on the street calling the police?"

"You are all personally threatened." Cheng Ke said.

"Are these injuries?" Jiang Yuduo smiled. "These are farts."

Cheng Ke opened his mouth and said nothing.

"I won't be able to get hurt anymore," Jiang Yuduo said, "you can call the police."

Cheng Ke didn't know what to say.

He sometimes feels that Jiang Yuduo is taking a wind, sometimes he feels that he is too sensitive, and sometimes he feels that what he said is true.

If it is true, it seems that he has already involved himself now, do you call the police?

What did you say?

Halfway through, Jiang Yuduo pushed him, took him into a small street, and entered a market that looked very old. All of them were selling spices, and once they entered, they had all kinds of magical smells.

Cheng Ke lived here for two months, and for the first time knew there was such a place.

From the side of the market again, after crossing the street and crossing the intersection, he saw a gate with the name of their community, but it was not the one he usually came in.

"This is the back door?" Cheng Ke asked.

"East Gate," Jiang Yuduo said, "The one you usually take is the South Gate."

"Oh." Cheng Ke responded.

When he came downstairs, Jiang Yuduo stopped: "I'm not going up."

"Okay," Cheng Ke said, hesitating and saying another, "Thank you."

"Just go into the countryside, don't be so polite with us," Jiang Yuduo pulled in his pocket. "Every time you say thank you, I don't want to talk anymore."

"I just said it habitually." Cheng Ke watched him pull out a piece of cigarette paper from his pocket, and suddenly felt speechless. "Can I ask?"

"Ask." Jiang Yuduo took out a pen from his pocket and wrote it on the cigarette shell paper.

"Are you going out with a stack of cigarette shell paper every day?" Cheng Ke asked. "Can't you bring a post-it note? Can you bring more?"

"This is not easy to wrinkle," Jiang Yuduo handed him the cigarette shell paper after writing. "This is Chen Qing's phone. If you have anything here and you can't reach me, you can call him."

"...Oh." Cheng Ke took over the shell paper.

"Go up," Jiang Yuduo said, "if you see something suspicious, call me."

Cheng Ke wanted to say that I lived on the top floor. Looking downstairs, people could only see the top of his head, but he still nodded and turned to walk upstairs.

"Your sloppy down jacket." Jiang Yuduo said in the back.

"Huh?" Cheng Ke froze, looked back at him, "What?"

"Just take a hanger and pat it," Jiang Yuduo said. "Put the velvet loose and lay it flat after washing it."

"...Ah." Cheng Ke nodded.

After entering the room, he took off and sat down on the floor next to the heater. It took a while to disperse the coolness of the path.

Why didn't you take a taxi?

Yeah why?

Jiang Yuduo has never mentioned a taxi, and he never remembered it.

He sighed, got up and took Jiang Yuduo's jacket thrown on the sofa, shook it, folded it and put it in a bag.

After hesitating, he went to the closet and took out the down jacket. His original plan was to throw it away.

But now he wants to try Jiang Yuduo's method.

He picked up the collar and then tapped the down jacket twice with the hanger.

It seems to be able to carry it.

So he waved the hanger, cracked up and down, pulled out the down jacket, and touched it again, as if it was stronger than before?

But his arm is a bit sore, this is an individual effort.

Cheng Ke threw the clothes back in the cupboard, or buy another one.

He took a change of clothes and entered the bathroom, intending to take a bath to make up.

When passing through the bathroom window, Cheng Ke stopped and looked out.

He seldom looks downstairs, but now the weather is cold, the flowers and grass in the small garden downstairs are already yellow, and it looks gray and lifeless, and people are basically invisible and seem very lonely.

But he froze after two glances, staring at the bench beside the small garden fountain for a while.

To make sure that he read correctly, he took the phone again, took a picture of the bench, and zoomed in.

Jiang Yuduo was sitting on a bench with a cigarette in his mouth and his arms on his knees while playing with a mobile phone.

The small garden, which was very lonely at first, became more lonely because of this scene.

Cheng Ke stood at the window for nearly ten minutes. Jiang Yuduo had been sitting there. The smoke in his mouth had been pinched, but he was still looking at the phone intently.

It is estimated that I was reading the novel about cultivation of immortals.

Cheng Ke really admired him and looked at it for a while, feeling that he didn't mean to leave in a moment and a half, so he took the phone and dialed Jiang Yuduo's number.

When the earpiece started ringing, Jiang Yuduo looked up at his window and answered the phone: "What's wrong? Did you see any suspicious person?"

"Third Brother," Cheng Ke opened the window, leaned over the window, and waved his hands vigorously toward the small garden. "Look at yourself. Is there anyone other than you under this floor!"

"What are you nervous about?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"I'm not nervous," Cheng Ke said, "I just told you to let you go back."

"I will leave in a while," Jiang Yuduo said, "finished this chapter."

"You're leaving now," Cheng Ke opened the window for a while, and already felt his face freeze and hurt. "Go back in a taxi, it's too cold."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded and stood up.

"If there is really something wrong, I will definitely call you," Cheng Ke said, "you don't have to keep it that way."

"Good." Jiang Yuduo turned and walked over to the gate of the community.

"Then I'm hanging up." Cheng Ke looked at his back, and there was a sense of incomprehension in his heart, and his mood suddenly fell a bit.

"Hang it." Jiang Yuduo said.

In the next few days, Jiang Yuduo did not appear again downstairs, nor contacted him, Cheng Ke relieved.

He has not been in contact with people like Jiang Yuduo who seem to be living on the edge of the world. They are irritating and lonely. Maybe such a person's character is like this. If you are idle every day, you have to find some fun.

Today Cheng Ke started earlier than usual. Xu Ding's live performance was scheduled at 11 o'clock. Fearing that he had overslept, Xu Ding called him early.

Cheng Ke looked at the time after washing, and it was quite sufficient, so he took the mobile phone to order a takeaway to eat, just in case he was hungry before the performance started.

Early on, there were few options. In those few stores, he turned back and forth on the screen and walked to the window to light a cigarette.

Although he felt that Jiang Yuduo was only looking for fun, when he stood by the window, he looked downstairs subconsciously.

No suspicious person can go out with confidence.

In fact, there are no undoubted people. In this kind of weather, there is not even a strong fancy early exercise master.

After turning on the phone for a long time, he couldn't even find what he wanted to eat. Cheng Ke sighed, sat on the sofa, set an alarm for himself, and lay on the sofa.

An hour later the alarm rang and he got up and cleared the door.

Go eat something first, then go directly to the event.

He wore the same jacket as Jiang Yuduo's. He was a bit lazy these past few days, so he went to the supermarket twice, several times he wanted to walk a few steps to the mall to buy clothes, and finally gave up.

When the weather is cold, people will lose their courage, and when they go out to buy something to eat, they will have to take out the heroic death.

Jiang Yuduo's down jacket is quite thick, very warm, and the style is pretty good. I have time to ask where he bought it...but when he walked out of the corridor, the north fan reached his face, and he still froze him. Sneeze.

He planned to go out from the East Gate today. When Jiang Yuduo took him from the East Gate that day, he found that the street was more prosperous and it should be easier to take a taxi.

Just a few steps away, he heard footsteps behind him.

The sound of his footsteps was about the same pace as his, and he stepped in the snow almost at the same time.

Cheng Ke stopped sharply and turned his head.

When he saw Jiang Yuduo behind him, he could not speak for at least ten seconds.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"... engage in art." Cheng Ke replied.

"Oh." Jiang Yu nodded.

Seeing his frozen nose, Cheng Ke didn't know whether his emotions were angry, helpless, irritable, or inexplicably moved.

He stared at him for a long time before saying: "Are you here to collect the rent?"

"You also know that you have been dragging for a week?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"I forgot." Cheng Ke said.

"Let's go, go together," Jiang Yu grabbed his head. "You should pay the rent after finishing art."

Cheng Ke suddenly realized at this time that Jiang Yuduo was really a person who spoke and counted. He would always follow after he said it, and he would always follow.

"Aren't you going downstairs all these days?" Cheng Ke asked.

"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'll come when I'm fine."

I feel like you are fine 24 hours a day.

This sentence Cheng Ke did not dare to say.

"You don't need to control me," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm just... afraid that someone will have an accident because of me."

Cheng Ke sighed. At this moment, he suddenly very much hoped that the general protection law could be beside him, and Chen Qing talked a lot. In this case, it is estimated that he could hear something from him.

"My event today..." Cheng Ke said a little bit hard, "It is private, you have to be invited to enter the venue..."

"I won't go in again." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke looked at him for a while, and finally turned around: "Let's go."

Hello the total protection law.

Is there anything wrong with your third brother?

"Have you eaten early?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"No." Cheng Ke replied.

Jiang Yuduo's hand was taken out of his pocket, and his hand was put in front of him.

Cheng Ke glanced at it, a glutinous rice dumpling still steaming.

"This is super delicious," Jiang Yuduo said. "You have to wait in line early in the morning, at least half an hour to get it."

"You lined up for half an hour?" Cheng Ke took the ball.

"No," Jiang Yudi laughed. "I used to buy people away."

Cheng Ke looked at the dumplings and took a bite.

Glutinous rice is very soft, and it contains bean paste and chopped sausage, which is very delicious.

"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked, "It's delicious? I'll eat it five minutes after you get late."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded, not knowing why. At this moment, he looked at Jiang Yuduo's smile and suddenly got a sour nose.