Antidote

Jiang Yuduo has met such curious babies. Cheng Ke has met many of them. On the one hand, he feels that you are a pervert, and on the other, she can't help but want to explore the perverted life.

Does Jiang Yuduo think he is a pervert, this is not sure, but he is sure of curiosity. No matter how he is a boss, he is just a child in his early twenties.

Cheng Ke does not mind such questions too much. As long as there is no obvious maliciousness, he will always answer positively, especially like Jiang Yuduo, the way of expression is straightforward, and he will not cover it up.

"Ah." Jiang Yuduo looked at him, nodded, and then whispered inexplicably, "What else?"

"Is it strange?" Cheng Ke also lowered his voice in coordination.

"...In fact, it's not surprising," Jiang Yuduo waved his hand after thinking about it, "I won't say this anymore, and then play."

"Farewell," Cheng Ke glanced at his mobile phone. "You novel, according to this development, I shouldn't be able to answer the questions behind."

Jiang Yuduo took the phone and glanced again: "Shit, I'm not too embarrassed to paint."

Cheng Ke just wanted to speak, Jiang Yuduo charged him with his index finger and turned his head towards the window.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Jiang Yuduo heard it very clearly, but soon he heard the sound of a plastic bag in the footsteps.

"It should be the barbecue." He stood up, walked to the door, and looked out of the cat's eyes.

"Quite fast," Cheng Ke said, "I thought it would have been a while."

"I know the boss well, and I get everything I ordered first." Jiang Yuduo saw the barbecue owner walk into the cat's eye and the door was knocked.

He opened the door and immediately smelled the strong barbecue smell.

"I've grilled everything, and you'll call me if it's not enough," the boss handed over the bag. "There is also a bottle of my own wine, which I told you last time, you try it."

"Okay," Jiang Yuduo took the bag. "Keep me a book together, no discounts."

The boss smiled: "OK, you are eating."

Jiang Yuduo closed the door and looked out from the cat's eyes, then took the bag to Cheng Ke and shook it: "Did you smell it? This kind of barbecue is fragrant."

Cheng Ke had no way to judge whether the barbecue was delicious by the fragrance, but it was indeed very fragrant, with a slight burnt smell wrapped in cumin. When Jiang Yuduo hadn’t brought the bag, he smelled it, and immediately My stomach was rolling with hunger.

Jiang Yuduo put the bag on the table.

"Hey hey," Cheng Ke hurriedly stopped him, "a table of salt!"

"I didn't let you eat it with salt," Jiang Yuduo pulled his hand away and put the bag on the table. "Hurry up, it's still warm now, and it won't smell good when it's cold."

Cheng Ke is not a very particular person, especially in his current life. He is even less particular about it than before. He can accept it with a hood and a quilt covered, but it is on the road that is not as important as Jiang Yu. He still has a clear gap.

"Salt has stuck to the bag." He sighed.

Jiang Yuduo unrolled the bags and rolled them up: "You **** don't eat the bags anymore, where are you so much about it, hurry and eat!"

"Good." Cheng Ke said.

The types of barbecue are very complete. In addition to all kinds of meat skewers, Cheng Ke can recognize it as meat, and nothing else can be seen. He casually took a skewer and took a bite.

"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked immediately, as if the expectations in his eyes were from him.

"Delicious," Cheng Ke nodded. "Very fragrant, what is this?"

"Ham," Jiang Yu grabbed a chicken wing. "Don't know this?"

"I haven't eaten it," Cheng Ke gnawed off the string, and took the string he knew, it should be lamb. "I have eaten two or three times before, and I eat ordinary meat, pigs, cattle, sheep."

Jiang Yuduo stopped and glanced at him: "Did you go to jail before?"

"...No." Cheng Ke sighed without knowing what to say.

"Where did you eat the barbecue two or three times?" Jiang Yuduo asked. "Five-star hotel?"

"Roadside stall." Cheng Ke said.

"Wow," Jiang Yu grabbed an exaggerated shock. "Have you ever eaten a roadside stall?"

"Get out of here," Cheng Ke gnawed off the mutton, and took another bite without knowing anything. "Crispy, this one is also delicious."

"Crispy bones," Jiang Yuduo said, "there are roasted greens in that bag, have you eaten them yet? Try?"

"No," Cheng Ke took a bunch of broccoli. "The water is gone, can it still be delicious?"

"Yes," Jiang Yuduo said, "Are you drinking something? The boss gave you wine, but it's home-brewed. I don't know if you're used to drinking it."

"Good." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo still took two bowls and poured the wine from the boss.

The barbecue restaurant has been open for quite a few years, and Jiang Yuduo has known the boss for many years. He has always felt that others are very good and honest.

However, Lucy said that when he was young, he didn't even have these bars and nightclubs. When he was not as young as Building 1234, it was also the boss who made the poor people frightened.

It's strange that Jiang Yuduo glanced at Cheng Ke.

These so-called bosses mixed on the street, one by one can be scared, it is nothing more than some people like themselves, bumping into someone like Cheng Ke, even if it is a waste because of being driven out Most of the waste at home is also discarded together.

Cheng Ke was probably really hungry, or had too few barbecues, so he ate a bite and swallowed a bite of wine.

"This wine," Cheng Ke paused and took a sip of his drink. "It's really bad."

Jiang Yuzhuo laughed: "Then you drink so hard."

"The meat is too greasy, so greasy," Cheng Ke sipped out the remaining wine in the bowl. "Help me pour some water."

When Jiang Yuduo was about to stand up and pick up the bowl, Cheng Ke had already stood up and took a paper towel to wipe his hands while taking the bowl to the water dispenser to pick up a bowl of water.

"Say used to it," he drank half a bowl of water, and then filled it up again. After returning to the table and sitting down, he sighed suddenly, "Fuck, full?"

"Nonsense, where such a big bowl, half a bowl of water, there is still space to eat." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...I had eaten quite a lot," Cheng Ke touched the back of his head. "Will it affect wound healing?"

"I'm never worried about these," Jiang Yuduo disdained. "Do you see any injuries that haven't healed?"

"I mean influence, not healing," Cheng Ke dropped the sign in his hand and looked at him. "Are the injuries on your body all the spoils of fighting you?"

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

He has a lot of injuries, big and small, he has not counted himself, plus those who have no traces of it, even more.

But no one would ever ask Cheng Ke like this, his little brothers, those who are opposite, all of them assume that these scars are fighting, after all, he has been here since the day he arrived here.

Cheng Ke asked such a sentence.

Jiang Yuduo narrowed his eyes, and every time he wanted to fully believe Cheng Ke, Cheng Ke would have one or two details that made him care.

Today when Cheng Ke walked past his door, he stood behind the curtains, and the people who followed him from Building 3 just left five minutes ago.

No matter where Cheng Ke took the short cut to go to that street, Cheng Ke did not need to pass his door.

Before that few people kicked the trash can, Cheng Ke had stopped, maybe he was found behind him.

The next step is a fight.

Now, Cheng Ke asked this again, as if to imply, I know that your injury was not caused by a fight.

Jiang Yuduo does not want to doubt Cheng Ke, Cheng Ke is really... Unlike someone with a threat, when he and Cheng Ke are together, if he does not deliberately consider all kinds of coincidences, he simply cannot remember to guard against this people.

"Small injuries are." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke couldn't help but glance at his chest. The minor injuries were, how could those behind and on the chest not be regarded as minor injuries. If such injuries did not come from a fight, how could they come?

"Have you had a car accident?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him. After a while, he suddenly laughed. He laughed for a long time before picking up the bowl and drinking: "Fuck."

"Forget it," Cheng Ke said, "don't ask."

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

"...Where do I know where to go?" Cheng Ke said.

"You can guess." Jiang Yu grabbed the corner of his mouth.

This should be regarded as a smile, but Cheng Ke could not feel any information about "smile" in this smile.

Since the day he met Jiang Yuduo, Jiang Yuduo has always been like this. He really can't figure out why this is. He hasn't dealt with people like Jiang Yuduo. The boss on the street is on the street, After collecting rents and fighting, he did not know whether such people were all so moody, and regarded every stranger as a threat.

"What I guess?" Cheng Ke frowned, some snappily child to bomb a grain of salt bomb dropped on clothes, "I guess you're his mother was hit by a car was beat to eat more self-mutilation, or It's just being abused..."

He didn't finish his words, Jiang Yuduo suddenly kicked the table and stood up, the empty bowl was smashed on the table and then fell to the ground, his face was completely dark, staring at him, eyes It's as cold as flying a skate.

"Fuck, what the **** are you!" Cheng Ke also got angry. From a young age to the big one, he had never suffered such inexplicable sensation and fell on the table.

He also wanted to stand up with him, no matter if his mother had a fake boss outside and brought a fake follower to find him, he wanted to leave now.

Play what the **** do you draw I guess, what the **** eat barbecue, what the **** do you drink!

But he failed to stand up dashingly.

Jiang Yuduo kicked the foot of the table too fiercely. The table hit him, sandwiching him between the table and the chair.

"Fuck!" he scolded.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him and stretched his hand to pull the edge of the table. The table was pulled apart.

Cheng Ke stood up in a chic manner, took the chair to the side, took the coat from the sofa and directly opened the door and went out.

"Cheng Ke!" Jiang Yuduo shouted behind him.

"Don't call your father! My mother will tell you again that I am your son!" Cheng Ke shouted and walked out of the corridor without looking back.

The phone shook twice.

He took it out and took a look.

The event reminds a second time.

Pay rent.

"Your uncle!" Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, so that the wound in his head was hurt.

It was already very cold outside, the north wind was blowing fast, and two gusts of wind blew him. His entire head was numb, and he quickly put on his coat and hat.

As soon as his hand was raised, a large white fluff flew from his eyes, and he watched it for a long time, until the fluff disappeared into the night, he reacted and glanced at the jacket sleeve.

What the **** is this?

Broken stuff!

Where the arm was hurt, the sleeve broke a big hole from the outside to the inside and looked like a hole rubbed on the ground for ten minutes.

In just two seconds, another fluff fluffed out.

He squeezed his sleeves, the down of this section was gone, and there were two thick cloths left.

Cheng Ke couldn't describe his mood at this moment. He didn't know why he was so angry. He could smell his cumin in the cold wind.

It only felt that Jiang Yuduo's brutal attitude just kicked all his kindness and affection towards this person into embarrassment and self-love.

It made him feel like a stray dog ​​who desperately waved his tail at everyone after missing the broken cardboard box on the corner.

He has always been regarded as waste by his family. He once thought that he might be a person with little self-esteem in some respects, as long as he could live as he wanted.

It now appears that his knowledge of himself is not comprehensive.

All his irritability and anger were at this moment on the clothes that were obviously not rubbed on the ground but had just broken a friction hole.

He took off his coat and threw it **** the ground.

Damn it!

Cheng Ke just walked two steps forward, and heard a voice behind him, wrapped in the wind. He listened to the sound a bit like footsteps, and a bit like a stone rolling across the ground.

Thinking of someone still looking for himself on the street at this moment, he quickly turned back.

There was no one behind him, but he saw Jiang Yuduo who didn't know when he rushed out of his house and was running across the street.

Cheng Ke was stunned. He had thought that if Jiang Yuduo was seen now, Jiang Yuduo might have come out to fight with him, but Jiang Yuduo is now heading towards the street.

What happened?

Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little chill.

"You go back!" Jiang Yuduo suddenly pointed at him, "Don't come out!"

"What?" Cheng Ke was instantly confused.

There was another sound of footsteps behind him. This time he heard very well. He turned around quickly and saw several people rushing over, but he knew the first one.

It is Dabin.

"Third Brother!" Da Bin shouted.

"You are staying!" Jiang Yu snatched into the diagonally opposite passage with a roar.

Da Bin hesitated and did not stop, but his footsteps slowed down, and a few people who followed him looked at the channel.

"What's going on?" Cheng Ke was a little bit blind all over, "Why are you here?"

"It may be just those people," Dabin said. "The third brother asked us to look around, fearing that you would be stared when you walk away."

Cheng Ke stared at him without speaking.

"We just saw them," Da Bin pointed to the back, "Just the third brother called and asked us to come over and send you..."

Cheng Ke didn't wait for him to finish, and turned and ran to the opposite passage.

"Brother Ke! My third brother won't let it go!" Da Bin shouted anxiously behind him, "Let you go back!"

"He will let you eat **** for a while!" Cheng Ke ignored him and ran across the street, "You **** so obedient, eat one for me!"

I have to say that Jiang Yuduo's prestige in front of these younger brothers is indeed quite high. In the cold days, let Xuan Xunjie go to the street, let him go, and let him stay.

The couple of Da Bin had already reached the entrance of the passage, because Jiang Yuduo didn't dare to come in with a word.

Cheng Ke rushed into the passage without seeing anyone.

This passage is a small road in front of the two buildings. It is very narrow and can only pass people and electric cars. It is estimated that the three rounds will be strenuous, and there will be no people on both sides.

"Jiang Yuduo!" Cheng Ke shouted.

No one answered.

"The third son!" Cheng Ke quickly moved forward and shouted again, thinking about it and worrying that calling a third son would make Jiang Yuduo, the boss, lose face, so he added another sentence, "Sange!"

No one answered, and no movement was heard.

Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little scared.

A few steps further, the passage is over, there is another small road, there are street lights, but not too bright, from here, there is no one on the small road.

But over the corner...

Cheng Ke saw a shadow sway on the ground at the end of the passage.

"Jiang Yuduo!" he shouted subconsciously, trying to draw something from his pocket as a weapon.

It took two clicks to think of it. There was no coat. Where did I come from?

The owner of the shadow turned from the corner: "Who the **** did you let me come!"

It was Jiang Yuduo.

Cheng Ke breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind him came a mess of footsteps, and Da Bin's voice: "Third Brother! Are you okay!"

"I will clean up you tomorrow." Jiang Yuduo pointed at him.

Da Bin said nothing.

"Hurry up," Jiang Yuduo said, "it's all right, go back to sleep."

"Two of them are still here," another younger brother said carefully. "Will we first..."

"Let you go back and go back," Jiang Yuduo interrupted him impatiently. "I let you stare for a while. Stare, stare, okay? Seeing it! Don't move! Who the **** tells you to do it ?"

"Three..." What did the person want to say, and was shot by Da Bin.

"Then we will go back, third brother." Da Bin said.

"Go back." Jiang Yuduo waved his hand.

Da Bin took a few people away.

Cheng Ke followed Jiang Yuduo back from the passageway to his doorway. Some people in the middle of the window looked at their heads to see, and some people whispered.

"Aren't you cold?" Jiang Yuduo turned around and asked.

"Wh..." Cheng Ke only found that his teeth were knocking up and down a bit.

He quickly thought about picking up his coat in the past, but after two steps, he found that the place where he had just thrown his clothes was empty and there was no hair at all.

"What about my clothes?" He was shocked.

"It was picked up by someone," Jiang Yuduo said, "so nice clothes, don't say you all walk away, you will stand in front of you and someone will come to pick it up."

"It's a fart," Cheng Ke got angry at the thought of the hole. "A big hole was broken."

"Just make up," Jiang Yuduo said, "Don't think you are not living in a poor neighborhood because of the **** dogs and bars in the bars and nightclubs on that street."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, and couldn't say anything, feeling that his teeth were almost frozen, and he was almost silent.

He admires Jiang Yuduo's ability to carry cold. He wears at least a thin cardigan, and Jiang Yuduo wears a long-sleeved t-shirt.

He could still walk without striking his neck.

"Go, come back to me first." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke followed behind him in silence, and a gust of wind blew when crossing the street. He almost wanted to push Jiang Yu to grab two and walked too slowly.

When he entered the room, he was stunned for two minutes before he was relieved.

"Is there anything valuable in your clothes?" Jiang Yu took the bowl of wine and handed it to him.

"No," Cheng Ke touched the cell phone in his trouser pocket. "I have a cell phone and a pack of cigarettes on my body, nothing else."

Jiang Yudou nodded, took a skewer of beef and just took a bite, then suddenly turned his head: "On the phone and cigarettes? Didn't your mother take the key?"

"I took it!" Cheng Ke was shocked, and quickly patted his palms against his trouser pockets. Without touching anything, he reached in and drew twice, empty.

"Where?" Jiang Yuduo quickly took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, "This **** is 12 o'clock! Where can I get the key for you!"

"I really got the key," Cheng Ke felt very powerless and sat on the chair. "The key is in his coat pocket."

"I'll give you a key chain later and hang it around your neck," Jiang Yuduo walked to the door. "Or tomorrow you will make a report and apply for a new fingerprint lock."

"Where are you going?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Help you find the key." Jiang Yuduo said, "The ones who picked up the clothes are the ones. I'll ask for them, but let's say first, if the clothes must come back, you should help the poor."

"Uh." Cheng Ke sighed.

When Jiang Yuduo passed by, he suddenly swept a touch of red in the corner of his eyes.

"You..." Cheng Ke turned his head and grabbed Jiang Yuduo's hand, "Where did this hurt?"

Jiang Yudui's back had a blood stain that hadn't dried yet, which came out of the cuff.

"Scratch a bit." Jiang Yuduo drew his hand.

"Leave the key alone," Cheng Ke stood up and looked at him up and down. "Where's the injury?"

"Hey," Jiang Yuduo pulled the sleeves up and a wound on his forearm was exposed. "At this point, it looks scary."

Cheng Ke glanced at the wound and felt it was not a knife wound. The edge of the broken area was very uneven, as if it was forcibly drawn out by something that was not sharp at all.

I don't know what the "scratch" is.

"At least stop the blood first," Cheng Ke said, "you just go out like this, someone really picked up the key and dared not speak out."

"Troubled." Jiang Yudui frowned and turned into the kitchen, unscrewed the faucet and rushed towards the wound.

Cheng Ke was very speechless, but he really didn't want to talk anymore. He said that he felt like an old mother.

The sound of the water in the kitchen was still for a long time, and Cheng Ke glanced over there.

Jiang Yuduo also stood in front of the pool and stretched his arms under the faucet. Cheng Ke couldn't see his face, but he could see his arms shaking very badly.