Antidote

After Chen Qing hung up the phone, Cheng Ke froze for a long time while holding his mobile phone before putting it back to the bedside.

Although Chen Qing and Chen Qing were very struggling each time, and hoped to end without saying a few words, he did not want Chen Qing to hang up.

Because after hanging up the phone, he had to continue to face Jiang Yuduo who was still wrapped in bed sheets.

Jiang Yuduo should have returned to normal, but he will not attack again, and the intensity will be so amazing that Cheng Ke can't judge.

In fact, from the time when he knew Jiang Yuduo, he would feel that this person is nagging from time to time, but he has not been careful about it, except that he and Jiang Yuduo are not familiar enough to explore so deeply, there are probably He had some unfavorable feelings about Jiang Yuduo.

Whether this goodwill comes from this person or because he is currently experiencing the biggest changes in life, in short, it exists objectively.

Now it is necessary to face such a Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke suddenly feels a little confused.

He stood by the bed and looked at Jiang Yuduo, who was still lying quietly in the bed sheet. He didn't know if he should say something at this moment, or he should just keep it like that, or open the bed sheet and look at Jiang Yuduo hand.

After standing for a while, his right shoulder started to hurt a little. This was the position where Jiang Yu took a bite.

He went to the closet and opened the door to pull out the dressing mirror, but after the mirror was facing him, he saw Jiang Yuduo on the bed for the first time. When he saw that he had not moved, he looked over his shoulder. Looking at it, there was blood oozing from the white t-shirt.

Jiang Yuduo's bite was indeed very serious. He pulled open his collar and broke three of them. They were all round and swollen.

But the punch that was smashed on his face made him mind more than this bite.

It's too obvious.

The red and swollen under the corner of the right eye also carried a blue.

He sighed, closed the door, and glanced over to Jiang Yuduo again, and walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen.

There was no ice cubes in the refrigerator, but there was yogurt. He took a jar out and pressed it in the corner of his eyes. He didn't go back to the bedroom anymore, sitting in a daze on the sofa in the living room.

Chen Qing actually came very quickly, and within half an hour, the doorbell was ringing, but when Cheng Ke went to open the door, he still felt that time was passing too slowly.

"Third Brother!" As soon as the door opened, Chen Qing's voice squeezed in. "Are you okay!"

Jiang Yuduo in the bedroom didn't answer.

"You're fine with Jaeger-LeCoultre..." Chen Qing saw Cheng Ke's face when he came in, froze for a moment, and immediately pressed his voice, "How do the eyes... hurt? Do you want to see it? I drove the car."

"Look at you three first..." Cheng Ke pointed to the bedroom.

I was still a little worried that Chen Qing would make a fuss about seeing Jiang Yuduo wrapped into an old Beijing chicken roll. As a result, he turned around and found that Jiang Yuduo did not know when he had come out of the bed sheet and was sitting on the edge of the bed , Except that the hair is a little messy, everything is as usual.

Cheng Ke froze.

"Third Brother?" Chen Qing walked over, "How are you?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yu grabbed his left wrist with his right hand.

"His wrist is probably dislocated," Cheng Ke looked at Jiang Yuduo. "I just... Jiner might have made it bigger."

Chen Qing looked down at his hand: "Dislocated?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Without waiting for Cheng Ke to go to the clinic to see, he has grabbed his left hand with his right hand, and then yanked out.

"You!" Cheng Ke only felt a huge pain in his wrist and quickly turned his head away.

He knew that Jiang Yuduo was resetting his dislocated wrist, but the doctor helped reset and pulled the wrist like this. The visual experience was completely different.

But Yu Guangli could see that Chen Qing seemed calmer than him, standing still in front of Jiang Yuduo, just staring at his still hard hand.

"Are you all right?" Chen Qing asked after a while.

"Well," Jiang Yuduo stood up, "You are waiting for me downstairs."

Chen Qing glanced at Cheng Ke and turned away.

Cheng Ke felt that Jiang Yuduo wanted to say something, explain, or apologize.

But the two of them stood face to face for one minute, but Jiang Yuduo said nothing.

Cheng Ke also wanted to say something, but also failed to say it.

Suddenly for a while, Jiang Yu snatched it, turned to the bed and put on his clothes and pants.

Cheng Ke was shocked to find that Jiang Yuduo had been wearing only one pair of underwear all the time. The fight was probably too stimulating, and he didn't even notice at all.

Jiang Yuduo got dressed, took the phone, bowed his head on it, and Cheng Ke heard his phone ring in the living room.

"I sent Chen Qing's number to you," Jiang Yuduo put his mobile phone in his pocket. "In the future... he will come to collect the rent. If something is broken, he can be called if he wants to change it."

"Oh." Cheng Ke responded.

"Where are you hurt?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke touched the corner of his swollen eye, and it hurt a little, but it was okay in other places on his body. He felt nothing except his shoulders. He shook his head: "No."

Jiang Yudao nodded and stood for another two seconds. He walked past him and left the bedroom. Then the door rang and Jiang Yu snatched it away.

Cheng Ke sighed and sat on the bed, fascinated against the floor.

I should say sorry.

Jiang Yu regretted after snatching into the elevator.

But I'm sorry it seems useless.

The more serious the matter, the more feeble the sorry is.

And he grew up, the frequency of use of these three words, probably not much higher than I believe you, without this habit, without this consciousness.

And today he said sorry to Cheng Ke once.

I'm sorry twice within a day.

It sounds very ridiculous and very sincere.

Perhaps the most sincere way now is to no longer appear in Cheng Ke's life.

Chen Qing drove the car downstairs, and Jiang Yu grabbed the car.

He touched his pocket as soon as the door was closed, trying to get a cigarette, but his pocket was empty and should be placed in Cheng Ke's house.

"Do you have to fix your hand?" Chen Qing handed him his cigarette and lighter.

"Well," Jiang Yu grabbed a cigarette, "I'll go back and deal with it."

"Is that Jaeger-LeCoultre's eye okay? I think it is very swollen." Chen Qing said.

"I don't know," Jiang Yudui frowned. "You have time to call him and ask."

"Okay." Chen Qing started the car and drove towards the gate.

"I gave him your number," Jiang Yuduo said. "You will collect the rent later."

"Yes," Chen Qing nodded, and looked at him again. Hesitated for a few seconds or asked like he was determined. "Don't you haven't been like this for a long time? I admit the wrong person."

"Looking at the ghost film last night," Jiang Yuduo opened the skylight, "I guess I was scared."

"Why are you two so bored? I guess you're watching ghost films instead of playing with your paintings," Chen Qing sighed. "How comfortable it is to eat barbecue and drink some wine."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, looking up at the gap in the skylight.

Chen Qing was intimate today. He never sent him home to speak.

After entering the room, he helped him to fix the wrist with a bandage and went to work.

Jiang Yuduo stood by the window and looked out of the curtain.

It was indeed a long time, and since Chen Qingbao had been beaten up a few years ago, he had never seen such a situation again.

Maybe it shouldn't be a ghost movie.

He rarely watches ghost films, or he rarely watches movies.

No matter what kind of film, what kind of story, there will always be one or two points, even if it is completely irrelevant, he can't understand why, which will make him recall some details of the past.

The ghost film is more direct and fearful.

No matter what kind of fear, it is fear.

Once the fear was really hooked, even if he kept telling himself that it was not true, it would no longer work.

Until Cheng Ke walked in front of him, he was immersed in fear.

You are a dog, a puppy now, and a big dog in the future.

Do you have a name I gave you the name, so I can take it away.

Squat down! stand up! Squat down! stand up! run! run! run!

Don't close your eyes, don't look elsewhere, stare at your opponent!

You only have one chance to shoot, if he doesn’t fall, you will fall, don’t give him a chance...

At any time, any place, there will be opponents.

...

Jiang Yuduo had been standing by the window, watching the light outside becoming darker and brighter, then dazzling, dimming slowly, and finally turning dim.

No suspicious figure was seen, no suspicious movement was heard.

Perhaps it is that he has become dull. It has been a long time since he left. The sharpness that can be maintained under high-intensity and high-pressure training is gradually retreating.

"It's okay, you are all safe in the future, you are all safe, no one will hurt you, no one will hurt you anymore."

Someone said this to him.

But he couldn't remember who this person was.

He only knows that he can't believe anyone who shows good to himself, and any behavior that makes you less alert is the next attack.

But he believed this sentence and believed it very seriously.

Because this is what he has been expecting.

Unfortunately.

Over the years, he still can't get rid of them, those people and those memories, and those hurt.

Just like in those days, it was not light, not fatal, but it hurt.

The only change is that he will no longer tell people about his past, nor will he tell anyone who they are, no one will believe, and he is not willing to be treated as a lunatic.

A car came over the window, stopped in front of the window, and honked the horn.

This is Chen Qing.

Jiang Yuduo opened the door in the past.

"I went to Fulou to ask for a few dishes," Chen Qing carried two into the house, "all are your favorite food."

"Huh." Jiang Yu nodded.

"I turned on the light?" Chen Qing asked with his hand on the light switch.

"Let's go." Jiang Yuduo sat down at the table.

Chen Qing turned on the light and came over to help him take out all the food and put it on the table: "Eat, I will go home first."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Chen Qing is a stupid man most of the time, but at present he has always handled this situation well and will leave him enough time to stay alone.

"Tomorrow's No. 3 building will be rented," Chen Qing said. "Will I go too?"

"I'm going." Jiang Yuduo said that Cheng Ke's rent can be collected by Chen Qing, and he has to go in person here. He doesn't want Lu Qian to have any idea.

"Okay." Chen Qing poured him a glass of water, and then opened the door and left.

Jiang Yuduo had no appetite. Even if he could smell the vegetables very fragrant, they were those he usually loved to eat, and he still had no appetite.

But he still picked up the chopsticks and ate all the food in one bite.

Finally, there was a hiccup.

The phone rang in the living room, and Cheng Ke stood in front of the gas stove and looked at the pot on the stove, not wanting to pick it up at all.

He now has a stomach full of half-belly fire, and originally thought that the white porridge in the cooking pot should be easy. It took him an hour to cook a pot of boiled rice.

Today, he felt that it was very inconvenient to have no rice cooker in the kitchen. Although he lived for so long, he cooked the porridge this time.

I knew that I called takeout directly, I really overestimated my cooking skills.

When the phone rang for the second time, he turned around and took a look at the living room. Somewhat unexpectedly, the call came from Chen Qing.

He answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Ji Ji," Chen Qing's voice came out, "Have you eaten?"

Cheng Ke was unable to correct the new name, but just responded: "No, I am doing it."

"You cook?" Chen Qing was very surprised. "Not safe?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak. I don't know if this unsafe situation would make him blow up the kitchen or poison himself.

"Shall I bring you some past?" Chen Qing said, "I just went to Fulou to buy meals and took some to my third brother. There are more."

"No need," Cheng Ke said quickly, "I've done it."

"Don't you just say that you are doing?" Chen Qing said.

"Yes, now it's done." Cheng Ke replied.

"...Oh, that's pretty fast," Chen Qing said. "So what, I'll ask, what happened to your injury? Does it affect your eyesight?"

In fact, the punch did not hit the eyes, but Cheng Ke still blinked subconsciously, looked around again, and then replied: "No effect."

"Shall you go to the hospital to see it?" Chen Qing's tone was not at ease. "In this case... the third brother must be heavy."

When Chen Qing mentioned Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Ke paused and hesitated: "Would you like to bring the dishes over?"

"Ah?" Chen Qing froze.

"I have wine here," Cheng Ke said, "let's eat together."

Chen Qing said a long time ago: "What do you want to do?"

"...What can I do?" Cheng Ke said.

Chen Qing was silent for a while before speaking: "Okay, I will go now."

Cheng Ke poured half of the water from that pot of boiled rice, and then put the pot back on the stove and continued to cook. Maybe you can get a pot of white rice after boiling the water?

But after Chen Qing came over, his first sentence broke his dream.

"You really are a master," Chen Qing sighed to turn off the fire. "You just kneel down for it, and it won't turn into rice anymore."

"Oh." Cheng Ke also sighed.

"I have rice there, three boxes," Chen Qing said, "enough."

Cheng Ke took some plates to the living room with some depression, and poured the food brought by Chen Qing into the plate.

"Really exquisite," Chen Qing sat down. "Isn't the food in the lunch box the same?"

"It looks comfortable," Cheng Ke took a bottle of red wine and placed it on the table. "Do you drink it? I don't have liquor here."

"It's all the same," Chen Qing poured two glasses. "Drinking white, I dare not drive."

"...You can't drive after drinking this." Cheng Ke looked at him.

"No effect." Chen Qing said, "Counting my previous unlicensed driving, I have been a driver for many years."

"This is drunk driving." Cheng Ke held his glass.

"I'm leaning," Chen Qing looked at him, and waved his hand for a while, "Well, I won't drink it."

"You can drink a taxi and go back," Cheng Ke said. "Come back and get the car tomorrow."

Chen Qing didn't speak. It seemed that he was in a fierce struggle in his heart and wanted to drink alcohol, but he didn't want to run for a car tomorrow.

"Well," Cheng Ke thought for a while, "you give me the address, and I will help you through tomorrow."

After all, Chen Qing was called today, not just drinking and eating.

"That line!" Chen Qing suddenly patted his leg, and then looked at him when he finished, "Do you have a child?"

"The book I took with a2." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm relying on, what are you doing for a big product?" Chen Qing was very surprised.

"Fun." Cheng Ke said.

"It's quite fun..." Chen Qing took out the car key and put it on the table. "Be careful, this car is a customer's. It was just painted yesterday."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

Chen Qing took the glass and took a sip of wine, and grabbed a piece of ribs and bite.

Cheng Ke was thinking about how to speak so that it would not be too abrupt. Chen Qing smiled at him: "Actually, I know why you are today."

"Huh?" Cheng Ke glanced at him.

"If you didn't want to ask my third brother," Chen Qing said, "you can't ask me to eat at your house in this life."

"Don't be so absolute," Cheng Ke said.

"It's so absolute," Chen Qing said, "I don't mean anything else, right, I am with you, not all the way, you don't say you are educated, but you must not look at me in your heart, you Same as the third brother, not the same way."

Cheng Ke said nothing.

"But you won't look down on him," Chen Qing said. "He is different from us. Strictly speaking, he is not a person of the same way. He just accidentally encountered him."

Cheng Ke smiled, and Chen Qing was not stupid all the time.

"So you just say it straight, don't go around the corner, we're mixed on the street, and everything is said clearly," Chen Qing said, "but I can't say it all together, I can't guarantee it."

"Is Jiang Yuduo this way?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Which way? Suddenly hit someone?" Chen Qing frowned. "Did I say it? He hasn't been doing this for several years. He has beaten me once before."

"He hit you?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Well," Chen Qing nodded. "That day he didn't know what he was thinking. I thought he was playing with a mobile phone. I shot him in the past and was beaten. But after a few hits, he stopped."

Cheng Ke thought of the moment Jiang Yuduo's arm hit the mattress today, if there is no such gap.

"He is... why?" Cheng Ke asked again.

Chen Qing glanced at him, didn't speak, and buried himself in food.

"I was beaten by him early in the morning," Cheng Ke said, "I must know why?"

"What's the reason," Chen Qing sighed. "He's tense every day, otherwise there's no danger. I don't see what to do. If I'm too nervous, I'll hurt."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, and felt that there was nothing wrong with Chen Qing's explanation that it was reasonable, but felt that it was definitely not the case.

"What's the danger?" Cheng Ke asked, "Is it related to his childhood?"

Chen Qing raised his head: "Did he tell you about his childhood?"

"A few words were mentioned," Cheng Ke said, "not too detailed."

Chen Qing stared at him for a while: "Then I can't say more."

"Do you know a lot?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"I have known him for many years," Chen Qing said, "I have known him since he came here."

Cheng Ke filled his glass with wine: "Then he was a kid..."

"I won't tell you," Chen Qing said, "Really, don't ask me, I won't tell you a word."

Cheng Ke sighed, and after a while, he asked again: "Who are they then? Does he think someone is following him?"

"Think?" Chen Qing frowned, "What do you think! Originally!"

Cheng Ke froze, was someone really following Jiang Yuduo?

He always felt that Jiang Yuduo was not normal in this matter. Was he making a mistake in his own judgment?

"Have you seen it?" Cheng Ke asked, "Those who follow him?"

Chen Qing looked at him and sandwiched another piece of ribs. He chewed and seemed to be thinking. Until he swallowed the ribs, he said: "No."

Cheng Ke froze again.

"You also know that I am not this piece of material," Chen Qing said, "I don't know how many times I have been beaten without the third brother. I can't find any danger at all."

"You've never seen anyone follow him," Cheng Ke said, "Then why do you believe someone followed him?"

"Are you a fool?" Chen Qing stared at him.

"... Probably." Cheng Ke was very helpless about his conclusion that Chen Qing had come to such a conclusion.

"The injury on him! Can't you see it?" Chen Qing continued to stare at him, "Every time he finds something wrong, he will get hurt! Have you not seen it! Who else in this movie can dare to find it so endlessly Is he troublesome? How many others can hurt him so casually!"

Cheng Ke was silent for a while: "Then he was injured, have you seen it?"

"Nonsense, I saw it." Chen Qing said.

"Hurt by the person who followed him, have you seen it?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"No," Chen Qing was a little impatient. "I said I haven't met those people...no, what the **** do you want to say?"

"I mean..." Cheng Ke gritted his teeth. "Is there any mental problem in Jiang Yuduo?"

"What the fuck?" Chen Qing looked at him, and it took a while before he dropped the chopsticks. "My **** mother sees you as having a neuropathy! And it's not terribly ill!"