Antidote

When Cheng Ke sent the message and quickly withdrew, Jiang Yuduo's cell phone was still blank.

If it weren't for Cheng Ke's immediate withdrawal, he probably didn't react so quickly.

Just miss you.

When Jiang Yuduo saw this sentence, he didn't think it had any value to withdraw. He would also think of Cheng Ke. During the New Year, he kept watching Cheng Ke's circle of friends, waiting for news from him. Want to go to the store to help Cheng Ke do something.

Because he wanted to stay with Cheng Ke.

He would miss him even when he was not staying together.

He was a little stunned after he returned the message to Cheng Ke. The meaning of this sentence is probably not as simple as he thought.

Miss you.

Chen Qing said the same thing to him, often said.

Three brothers have a meal together, I miss you.

The third brother came out, missed you for a few days and missed you.

Regardless of the format, he feels different from what Cheng Ke said.

It's different from the feeling he wanted to stay with Cheng Ke.

The phone rang and Cheng Ke's news came back

-Good night, stupid

Jiang Yuduo looked at these four words and smiled, and he could all imagine Lai Cheng's present expression.

-good night

He sent a message back to Cheng Ke, and when he was about to send another meow picture, the phone suddenly rang. When a phone call came in, he glanced at it, it was Da Bin.

"Why?" He answered the phone.

"Third Brother, I saw one," Dabin said, "but I just walked around your house and left. I didn't do anything else if I didn't do anything. I was scared."

"Well," Jiang Yuduo responded, "Where did he go?"

"Take a taxi," Dabin said, "I followed a motorcycle ride, and I went north on the street, where the motorcycle could not pass, and I didn't follow."

"It's okay, there is really something to come again," Jiang Yuduo said. "Where?"

"There is no one there," Dabin said. "I took a picture of that person. I'll send it to you. Can you see if I can recognize it? It's just... It's a bit sloppy. blacken."

"Yes," Jiang Yu snatched a cigarette. "You go back. You have time to come out tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Da Bin sent a photo.

When I saw the photos, Jiang Yuduo wanted him to learn from Chen Qing, which was even more paste than the photos taken by Chen Qing. Chen Qing also often had quite a sense of shooting. Ordinary people can also see that there is a person above.

But he could tell that he was very sensitive to the figures in the dark.

At this time, looking at people does not rely on details, only looking at the outline, the movement of the body.

This man was one of the two people I saw today. The one with white bars on his clothes changed his clothes, but the whole person's feelings did not change. Jiang Yuduo was very impressed when he saw him twice today.

He gave Dabin a message to make him pay attention to this person.

Then put down the phone and walked to the window.

Although Cheng Ke believes that he does not have any "Chou Family", this person should not have come to him, but Jiang Yuduo is almost certain that this is what Cheng Ke came to.

If it is for yourself, it won't be like this.

I don’t need to spend so much time to look for the trouble of the youngest. It’s tracking and walking around. Generally, it’s like Zhang Daqi. When I meet it, I start playing, or like Balipu, direct delivery. Come home.

Today these two people are not at all their street style.

It's just that he couldn't be sure. If the stroke came, what was the picture? The only valuable thing in the young man's body was that dollar, which he had already picked up.

But no matter what the reason is, and who came to it, he does not matter. Here, in this world, from the day he first came here to the present, there is nothing that scares him.

He knows the style here, understands the style of all these people, and knows what kind of existence he is here.

What he was afraid of...

He drew the curtains violently and turned around.

ignore.

Ignore it.

Ignore that person.

The man who quickly hid in the darkness in his sight.

He clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

ignore.

He can ignore that person.

Can be seen when not.

But it is impossible to ignore the fear that slowly spreads from deep inside.

Fear cannot be ignored, it is not controlled by will, and comes and goes freely.

"Are you afraid? You can't hide, face him, defeat him! You have no choice, just be afraid to defeat!"

When Jiang Yuduo rushed out of the room door, he heard a languid cry.

It's like his last intersection with this world at this moment.

"Third Brother!" Chen Qing's voice passed from the living room to the bedroom. "I'm here, Third Brother?"

"Huh." Jiang Yuduo dumb his voice in response.

"I bought it earlier," Chen Qing appeared at the door of the bedroom. "Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"I didn't hear it when I fell asleep," Jiang Yuduo turned his head and glanced at him. "What time is it?"

"More than eight o'clock," Chen Qing said, "I'm off work today, do I have to go to the rental house?"

"Yes." Jiang Yu grabbed his head and closed his eyes to make himself slow. After a few seconds, his legs began to feel consciousness. After a few numbness, he frowned and took a breath.

The waist and back were sour too, as if the hook had hooked the muscle and pulled up and down.

He was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. How long this posture remained, he was still not sure. The phone was at his feet. When he took it over and wanted to see it, he found a spider web in the upper right corner of the screen.

But it worked. He lit the screen and looked at the time when he said good night to Cheng Ke yesterday.

Less than ten hours, okay.

He rubbed his hands on his legs, and after standing vigorously, he stood up and sighed gently against the wall.

Fortunately, I didn’t stay at Cheng Ke’s house yesterday.

But he was still very frustrated.

He didn't know why.

Why can't it be ignored?

Why is it impossible?

Why is it so difficult to make yourself like a normal "normal person"?

why?

In addition to wanting him to never have peace, what else do they want?

Jiang Yuduo pounced on the bed.

He always thought he had stronger control, stronger willpower than everyone... or he overestimated himself.

"Did you sleep yesterday?" Chen Qing went to the door of the bedroom after feeding the cat. "Why did he get down again?"

"While sitting and sleeping, my back hurts." Jiang Yuduo buried his face on the quilt, rubbed off the wetness in the corner of his eyes, and then got up and got out of bed.

When he was washing, he felt hot on the back of his hand, looked down, frowned and clenched his fist. The wound on the joint was only abraded, but the pain became clearer after tightening.

He raised his hand, and with both fists, he slowly pressed against the wall, applying a little pressure until all the wounds were close to the wall.

Maybe two punches, maybe more than that.

Except for the abrasion of the epidermis, there is also a dull pain, but it should not hurt the bone.

Back in the living room, he took out the medicine box and casually put a few band-aids on the back of his hand.

"Did something happen yesterday?" Chen Qing watched him sticking the band-aid while eating.

"For a few days, nothing happened," Jiang Yuduo said, "how are the two bald legs?"

"I keep it at home," Chen Qing said, "I went to see it, it's not too serious, but Zhang Daqi can't finish it like that."

"He wanted me to give him a head down." Jiang Yu grabbed a bun and took a big bite.

"Say something soft," Chen Qing frowned, "Are you going?"

"Don't go," Jiang Yuduo said. "He didn't do it. They were all his people. I went without words."

"What should I do?" Chen Qing asked.

"For so many years, I haven't touched only one Zhang Daqi," Jiang Yuduo said. "There is nothing to do, I'm not in a hurry."

"Also," Chen Qing nodded. "Zhang Daqi is almost mixed. Maybe he should retire in the next few years. Isn't that the old stuff like this? It's just like this in the end."

Jiang Yuduo drank soy milk and did not speak.

"How young are we," Chen Qing waved, "Let him go first."

Jiang Yuduo buried his head while eating, and stopped talking about Chen Qing's words.

He can't take it.

He was suddenly scared.

This is a brand new fear.

When Chen Qing said, "How young are we?" he first realized the fear.

He was only 21 years old, and still 22 months old. He has many years, five years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, right here, in this kind of life.

Boring and calm, without panic, full of hopelessness.

He is different from all the people here, although he once wanted to convince himself that he was one of them.

But Chen Qing and the little brothers, they have parents, they have a family, they have everything that is integrated here, they have a place, a place to return, even if they are hopeless, they still exist.

And he, here year after year, was drowned under this bustling prosperity, no one could see him, he was a child who did not know where he came from ten years ago, he was the third child, he was that There is no legendary third brother.

In the end no one will remember him, because no one has ever seen him.

He is just a passerby in his story.

When he was busy with Cheng Ke in the store yesterday, he wanted to do something for the first time.

When Sister Luo talked about it, he had no clue. He only felt irritated and annoyed, but yesterday he suddenly wanted to do something.

Really, standing somewhere.

just……

It may just be "want".

He wanted to struggle, but he didn't know which finger to start with.

How should I start.

Chen Qing drove a beetle today and parked at the door with an open awning.

Jiang Yuduo turned to look at Chen Qing after getting in the car. Chen Qing looked at him while driving the car: "What's wrong?"

"What month is it now?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him. "How many times?"

"Do you mean this tent?" Chen Qing asked.

"I'm not saying this tent," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm **** letting you close this tent!"

"No, 3rd Brother," Chen Qing approached him a little embarrassedly, "There is no suitable car in the store today, this one, this one...it's here to repair the car, its awning...off Not up."

Jiang Yuduo could hardly describe his mood: "Did you thank God for not snowing today when you drove it out?"

"It hasn't snowed for a few days. I don't think it will." Chen Qing drove to the street.

"Don't the north wind blow?" Jiang Yuduo yelled at him.

"You wrap it up." Chen Qing narrowed his neck.

Jiang Yu grabbed a sigh, pulled the jacket of Chen Qing to the head, and then buckled the hat of his jacket to his head, pulling it down as far as possible, covering his face, and leaning his head against the back of the chair.

"Brother, it's useless to block your face," Chen Qing said. "Everyone who knows me knows that the person next to you is you."

"Go away," Jiang Yuduo hid in his hat, his voice muffled, "If anyone thinks it's Cheng Ke, this dress is his."

"...Fuck," Chen Qing stunned for a while, "Hey! I said that you didn't see you wearing this dress today, but it's a bit familiar. Is it his mother's family?"

"Well, he exchanged this for my thick one." Jiang Yuduo said.

"He really is a young master, he has enough to buy twenty of yours," said Chen Qing.

"Isn't it important that I can't buy it?" Jiang Yuduo smiled, sometimes thinking about Cheng Ke, it was a man who lived and glared at himself.

"Ask him if he wants me," Chen Qing said. "I have a thicker one. I haven't worn it twice. Let him exchange his thick and short windbreaker. I see him." It looks pretty."

Jiang Yuduo's finger raised his brim and glanced at him: "You need to have a little face, give you a piece of wood on your shoulder. Can you see if you can hold up the man's dress?"

"I've gained weight and gained a few pounds for the New Year." Chen Qing refused.

"Shut up and drive your car!" Jiang Yuduo pulled his hat away.

The ground outside the rental house is full of red firecrackers and shredded paper, old and new, and all kinds of fireworks tubes that have been soaked in snow and were turned into black mud cakes by people and cars.

Jiang Yuduo glanced around, the red joy of the New Year, but it always made people feel decadent and lonely.

"Go to Building 3 first." He walked forward.

"Well," Chen Qing followed him, "Is it still a family notice to let them clean up?"

"Otherwise," Jiang Yuduo said.

"There should be a building manager, just like the owner committee of other communities," Chen Qing said. "This is convenient."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, and he didn't want to talk anymore.

"I will talk about it casually." Chen Qing said.

"Don't be so casual in the future." Jiang Yuduo said.

Chen Qing smiled for a long time.

Inform these tenants to clean the corridors and clean the small sanitary area downstairs. This is very annoying and needs to be explained.

"Why do you have to sweep downstairs? My house didn't fire any guns," a woman holding her child was upset. "Anyway, it's on the street. The cleaner should clean it."

"The cleaners here don't care. If you don't want to clean it, I will ask someone to come and clean it," Jiang Yuduo said. "The money you ask for will be added to the monthly rent."

"Why increase rent?" The woman raised her voice.

"According to this, the rent here is the lowest in this piece," Jiang Yuduo said with a cold voice. "The other house also sweeps on its own. The rent is still higher than yours. Decide for yourself. If you don't want to sweep it, tell me a while."

"The family cleaned a place as big as his mother's slap," Chen Qing raised his voice, "I was bigger than that place when I sat down, and I didn't let you clean it. I only pay back this year. Not happy? If you are not happy, you will move to the next door.

Jiang Yu grabbed the third floor, Chen Qing stepped up, he knocked on a door on the third floor.

"Uncle Zhang," Jiang Yuduo greeted the person who opened the door. "There is something wrong with you."

"What's the matter?" Uncle Zhang asked.

"Last time I came to see you have a lot of wooden blocks, right?" Jiang Yu snatched into the house.

"There are many," Uncle Zhang pointed to a pile of debris next to the toilet. "It's all there, why? Do you want it?"

"I remember there was a kind of wooden strip with pretty colors," Jiang Yu snatched it over, suffocating through the pile of things, and pulled out a piece of wooden strip with a finger width from a broken plastic box. "this one."

"This is chicken wing wood, and it's all scraps. Why do you want this?" Uncle Zhang asked.

"Make things," Jiang Yuduo looked at. "This is quite appropriate. How many do you have?"

"It's all in that box, you look for it," Uncle Zhang said, "What are you doing?"

"Be a lamp," Jiang Yuduo dragged the box out, flipped through a pile of broken wood, and found seven or eight pieces in a short length of time. "These, how much did I buy?"

"You take it," said Uncle Zhang, "this is what I took back to make chopsticks, you just leave two for me."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo took out two short ones and put them back. "You borrow the tool for me, just a hammer or a saw, and sandpaper... Is the tung oil useful for the rest? Give me some." ."

"What kind of lamp do you make?" Uncle Zhang looked puzzled.

"I can't tell you, so I took a picture and showed it to you, maybe I can inspire you," Jiang Yuduo said. "I will raise the grade when I make furniture for people in the future."

"You got it." Uncle Zhang laughed.

Jiang Yuduo originally wanted to use Chengke to make the lamps and other preservative wood for this lamp, but Chengke was too annoying, what a surprise, he decided to use a different kind of wood to make this happen.

It's a surprise, the materials are different.

He put two packs of cigarettes to Uncle Zhang and came out carrying a pile of things. He was excited when he thought that these things must become a lamp within tomorrow.

Although he didn't know what to do, he felt that he had already done it.

After arranging the things in several buildings, Jiang Yuduo and Chen Qing ate something casually, preparing to go to Chengke shop to continue to make the construction site concrete table.

"I'll send you over," Chen Qing said, "saving a taxi."

"Just this car?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him. "I'm afraid you will get a cold when you drive back to the store in a moment."

"Drive my own car! I'm not without a car." Chen Qing said.

Jiang Yuduo sighed: "Let me borrow the car, I will drive in the past, I can bring Cheng Ke back in the afternoon, or I have to take a taxi."

"Also." Chen Qing nodded.

Jiang Yu snatched Chen Qing's car before reaching the intersection, and Cheng Ke's phone number came in.

"I'm passing now." He answered the phone.

"Did you have lunch?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Eat," Jiang Yuduo glanced at the time. "It's all over a bit. I ate with Chen Qing. Why?"

"You will bring me some food later, I have breakfast." Cheng Ke said.

"...You didn't eat anything in the morning?" Jiang Yuduo was stunned.

"I don't want to eat," Cheng Ke said. "I'm hungry at this moment. I took a look at the takeaway on my mobile phone.

"So what do you want to eat?" Jiang Yuduo asked. At the red light in front, he stepped on the brake and habitually glanced at the rearview mirror.

"I don't know, you can take it with you, so you can do it," Cheng Ke said.

"Okay." Jiang Yuduo responded, followed by a very ordinary black car, but the person sitting on the first officer playing with the mobile phone was very unusual.

Jiang Yuzhuo can see at a glance that he is pretending to play a mobile phone.

This is another person who followed him and Cheng Ke yesterday.

After hanging up Cheng Ke's phone, he called Chen Qing: "You and Da Bin took a few people to Cheng Ke's store, and I will send you the address later."