Antidote

"waste!"

Cheng Ke sat on the roadside stairs, facing the north wind, and drew a cigarette from his pocket.

This was the last sentence he heard before leaving home. It should be Dad... No, it should be the last evaluation of his family.

waste.

Cheng Ke nodded and felt that this evaluation was still very pertinent.

After bowing his head, turning his arms around his face, pulling his coat to cover his face, and turning around against the wind, he failed to light the smoke in his mouth. He threw the lighter into the grass on the roadside.

"Go to your mother." Cheng Ke said.

Waste that can't even light a cigarette.

But cigarettes are still important. After all, he is useless waste like this. After two years, he hasn't been able to quit smoking. It's even more impossible to quit smoking at this time.

Cheng Ke looked at the grass where the lighter disappeared.

The dry grass is a little dense.

There are also unknown bushes.

He imagined that he crouched there and touched blindly and then touched something inexplicable...

Cheng Ke looked around, there were quite a lot of people in this group, and the people who came and went hurriedly walked in the yellow leaves that were blown up by the wind.

He has been very busy all the time, and has never felt such a state of walking on the road without even having a glance at people.

After five minutes, he finally met the eyes of a young man who had just thrown his cigarette butts for half a second.

"Man," Cheng Ke stopped him, "borrow a fire."

"Oh." The guy pulled out the lighter.

Snapped.

despair.

Click.

Snapped.

The young man pressed the lighter intently, Cheng Ke holding the cigarette quietly, holding his breath and waiting.

Just when he felt like he was about to suffocate, the lighter's head flew out with a click.

Cheng Ke looked up at the young man.

"No... I'm sorry," the boy was very embarrassed. "I'm fine when I just lighted a cigarette."

"It's hard work," Cheng Ke nodded and poured out two breaths, "Thank you."

The boy walked away quickly, and Cheng Ke put the cigarette back in his pocket.

By the way, I took two more in my pocket and made sure that there was no second thing in my pocket except for this pack of cigarettes.

Mobile phones and wallets all stayed at home with the sound of "waste".

That place probably will never go back.

He walked back to the bush and stood, looking inside for a while through the dry grass and bushes. He didn't see the lighter that he had thrown in before, but only two groups of paper towels.

He turned and walked to a small supermarket next door.

Cheng Ke's addiction to cigarettes is not big, but people are so strange, both cigarettes and lighters are at hand, he may not touch it once a day, but once he can't smoke when he wants to smoke, it is as unbearable as if he had committed a disease. .

"Good evening." The little girl at the cash register greeted.

"Good evening." Cheng Ke walked over and pulled one out of the two rows of lighters on the cash register.

When the little girl hadn't responded and asked him if he wanted to buy it, he had completed a series of actions to light up the cigarette and put the lighter back and then push the door out.

Moving clouds and flowing water.

The thickest operation in this life was completed smoothly.

After sitting in an iron chair on the street, after smoking a cigarette, Cheng Ke stood up and sighed as he chilled through his buttocks to the waist.

He glanced at his watch, more than nine o'clock.

He didn't have the habit of wearing a watch. This piece of Jaeger-LeCoultre was given to him by Cheng Yi last month. He was quite surprised, thinking that maybe this was the beginning of the relaxation of their brothers' relationship, so he kept wearing it.

I just didn't expect that there would be more unexpected things waiting for him. One month later, he was kicked out of the house by his father.

And his previous thought should be just an embarrassing misunderstanding.

There is much credit for Cheng Yi here, and how big a pot is on him. He didn't think about it, he didn't plan to think about it, he didn't even ask what happened.

Just like Dad said.

You haven’t used it. Why don’t you know where to start with a sentence!

what.

Yes.

He was not interested in business matters. He had to force him to work with Cheng Yi. He felt that there was no difference between him and his predecessors in Cheng Yi. That is, after so many years of trying to make Dad look better.

He really didn't know where to start, but he was surprised.

Compared to what happened to this matter, there is nothing on the whole body now, and it is more urgent to know the answer to where to stay.

Cheng Ke walked along the road, Liu Tiancheng should be in the store at this time, not very far from here, just walk in the past... an hour.

After walking for a while, the wind rose, the people on the street became scarce, and the lights on both sides of the road began.

A short horn sounded behind him.

Cheng Ke didn't look back and went on. A red sports car drove past him, and stopped two or three meters in front of him.

It is Cheng Yi’s Maybach.

He's been driving this car for a while, and he almost drove the drivers out of work, so he was very familiar with this car. He didn't need to listen to the engine or look at the license plate. He knew the smell and he suffocated.

The co-driver's window was lowered, and Cheng Yi leaned out half a face: "Where are you going?"

"Heaven." Cheng Ke replied, and then moved on.

"I send you?" Cheng Yi said.

"Don't be too confident," Cheng Ke stopped. "Maybe you are going down?"

"It doesn't matter," Cheng Yi smiled and handed out a wallet from the car window. "Here, you're home."

Cheng Ke didn't speak and reached for his wallet.

Only wallet, no mobile phone.

"Your phone is in the house, I didn't go in." Cheng Yi said.

"Oh," Cheng Ke glanced at him. "Then my wallet came out of the house by myself, right?"

"The wallet was taken from the jacket you put in the living room," Cheng Yi said. "What else do you want to tell me? I will accompany you when your dad is away."

This was very thoughtful. Cheng Ke couldn't help but sneer, but he didn't laugh when he hooked the corner of his mouth.

"Directly find a guest house to live first," Cheng Yi looked at him, his mouth still smiling, but his eyes were a little cold, "Your few unlucky wine and meat friends, no one dares to take you at this time."

Cheng Ke still didn't speak, looking at him.

"I started from scratch," Cheng Yi said, "I don't want to rely on anything at home."

Cheng Ke continued to be silent. This time it was really impossible to tell anything. Who besides dad in this family is "starting from scratch"? He couldn't understand Cheng Yiyi's serious position in saying this to him.

"Drive." Cheng Yi said to the driver and closed the window.

Cheng Ke couldn't tell how he was feeling at this moment. He looked at the direction of the car and froze for a long time before he bowed his head and opened his wallet.

ID card.

Cheng Ke frowned.

In addition, there is no such thing as a similar shape. His various free-for-all membership cards and silver | line card credit cards are not there.

"Awesome." Cheng Ke turned the mezzanine again.

When Cheng Yi asked him to find a guest house before, he only felt that Cheng Yi was damaging him. Now when he saw the money in the mezzanine, he reacted.

Cheng Yi is telling the truth.

One hundred dollars.

The guest house is estimated to have to be a remote location in Datongpu.

Moreover, he usually has no cash in his wallet, and the 100 pieces were specially put in by Cheng Yi.

Cheng Ke pinched out the red ticket, and could clearly see that his fingers were shaking, probably angry.

He could also feel that all his dazed emotions began to gather a little when he saw the hundred-dollar bill, starting from his fingertips and slowly spreading all over his body.

This kind of anger was never calculated when he was counted by his younger brother and was driven out of the house by his father. He was told that his friends would not keep him, even when he wanted to smoke and the lighter disappeared.

Now, he was quickly spotted by this humiliation with a gesture of victory, not reluctant to spare.

"Fuck!" Cheng Ke gritted his teeth very low, and smashed his hand into the trash can next to it.

Every time he throws things into the trash can, as long as the distance is more than one meter, he basically has to throw a second time. Now he is two or three meters away, but his wallet flew into the trash bin accurately.

Only the hundred-dollar bill fell to the ground.

Cheng Ke walked over to pick up the money, grabbed it and threw it into it again, and his arm hurt a little.

Then he turned and strode down the road.

Cheng Ke stopped at the intersection until he saw the green pedestrian crossing indicator in front.

His original plan was to go to Liu Tiancheng first, but it should be impossible now.

Cheng Yi believed it, if he could get him out of the house, then he would break his back, and it wouldn’t be a big deal for Cheng Yi.

He doesn't have any really sincere friends. They are all people who know about eating, drinking, and playing. Such relationships are mostly based on constant eating, drinking, and playing. If he is not willing to play, even such friends are not strong.

Therefore, he should be just as Cheng Yi had hoped, no place to go now.

and so……

Cheng Ke looked at the red light across the road for a long time, and finally sighed and turned back along the road.

There must be a place to stay this evening, and I will find a way tomorrow.

Hundreds of dollars can be a hurry.

You have to pick it up.

The trash can is a green square bucket.

Two, side by side.

The lid that was opened before has been covered by outstanding citizens who don't know where.

The barrel body gorgeously reflects the neon lights of the bar across the street, and it looks very different. The white villain printed on it looks like it is playing a disc.

Cheng Ke stood still for a while.

One is someone passing by.

The second is that he never thought that one day he would take out the garbage, and he struggled with his heart.

The third is that he has forgotten which bucket he put his wallet and money in, whether he has thrown them in one bucket, or has thrown them into two buckets separately.

Your uncle.

Finally he picked the one on the left casually, walked over, carefully lifted the lid with his fingertips, and glanced inside.

The trash bin was not full, and I couldn't see what was there, but it looked like a trash bin that was very clean, but when I got closer, it still smelled bad.

Cheng Ke raised his left hand, lowered it, raised his right hand again, and then lowered it.

After repeating these two movements again, he stopped, feeling that he was not breathing well, his eyes were swollen, and he could even clearly count the number of times the blood vessel on the temple was beating.

The anger that had been dispersed because of the need to dig out the trash bin, just at this moment, just like a blast, directly rose to the top of the head.

Cheng Ke took a step back and kicked on the trash can.

"Tom" sounded very relieved, and the garbage in the bucket was also very cooperative, and all of them were spread out.

Broken bags, waste newspapers, a snack box dripping soup, grilled skewers with meat on the sign... Cheng Ke is trying to gather his spirits to see if there is a wallet and the hundred-dollar bill from a distance, and suddenly there is something in the mess After a while, his sweat suddenly stood up.

Three spider snakes, the three things he is most afraid of.

Mouse?

Before he withdrew with nausea, a shadow suddenly popped out of the dark side of the barrel. Cheng Ke didn't even see what it was, and he was already heavily punched in the face.

Oh.

Is an individual.

The punch that hit him directly from the **** jump was heavy, and Cheng Ke, who was completely unprepared, had not recovered for at least three seconds.

From small to large, apart from training in the gym, this was the first time he was directly hit with a punch in the face without protective gear, or on the street.

"Are you sick?" Cheng Ke shouted after turning his head to see the man clearly. This was the first reaction in his mind and he had a neuropathy.

"Are you sick?" The man shouted almost at the same time as him.

The pain on Cheng Ke's face just started to wake up at this moment. He almost thought it was too painful and he heard: "Ah?"

"Who the **** made you kick?" The man stared at him.

"I kicked..." Cheng Ke finally woke up, and had a small rage, and immediately returned to his chest. "I'm so **** kicking your relatives. I'm sorry!"

The man didn't speak, just kicked his leg up against him.

He kicked with a strong foot, but at first glance it was a self-taught wilderness. Under Cheng Ke's precautions, he easily avoided this foot, and a left rushed to the man's chin.

The man shook and stopped at the same place.

It's ok, the pile is very stable.

Cheng Ke quickly looked up and down at the person in front of him with the flash of neon green light.

It's quite tall, wearing a ski hat, the hat is pulled down very low, because the face is green for a while, red for a while, and yellow for a while, you can't see what it looks like, you can see a scar under the temple on the left extending to the ear .

Just rushing this scar, this person can't be anything fun.

Cheng Ke took this man out of the sick man's pocket and put it in the rogue's dial.

But think about it and still think it should be put back.

After all, in the current weather, many people wear down jackets, and this person only wears a short-sleeved t-shirt.

Seeing it was cold, Cheng Ke almost couldn't bear to beat him.

But the scar was very patient, and he didn't wait for him to sweep from head to toe, one side of the leg kicked over, Cheng Ke didn't hide, this kick was very high, he used his arm to hold this person He pushed the leg aside, then split it up with a hand knife on the inner side of the thigh.

"Fuck!" he growled.

"Fuck." Cheng Ke frowned, the man was okay, but he didn't fall.

When the scar once again wanted to kick over, Cheng Ke pointed at him: "Endless, isn't it? Damn, your trash can?"

"Which of the trash bins do you take care of?" Scar also pointed at him. "Why don't you talk about yours?"

"Your uncle!" Cheng Ke's words squeezed out of his teeth felt as if he had a blade.

Originally, there was no place to put the fire in his stomach. This sentence suddenly caused him to explode the flowers and pounced against the scar.

The scar was also punched with a punch.

The following fights have no rules, even if Cheng Ke knows that every technical action of his is off course, but based on the emotion of breathing out, he still made a mess when he shot.

At this time, he also found that he still underestimated the scar, Ye Luzi was right, but shot hard, strong enough, locked, twisted, hacked, in his eyes, no movement was standard, but None of the actions were lost.

Cheng Ke didn't know which action ignited his fighting spirit, and used a move similar to that of the scar. In a flash, the two of them turned from wiser and kung fu into wrestling.

Until a continuous horn sound came from behind, Cheng Ke suddenly recovered.

He doesn't care whether there are passers-by onlookers, or whether there will be a policeman coming, the only thing he has...is that Cheng Yi can't see it.

He slammed the scar away and looked back.

I was tense in my heart first, and then let go after seeing clearly. It was a white Range Rover.

Then it wasn't tasteful for a while, but it was like this within two hours?

A man jumped out of the car, pointed at him carrying something that he didn't know was an iron rod or a wooden stick, and came over: "Fuck you to death!"

"My **** looking for you." Cheng Ke looked at him.

"What a waste," said Scar with a cold voice beside him, "What about my clothes."

"Oh." The man with the stick stared at Cheng Ke again, and then grabbed a coat from the car window and threw it to the scar. "What's the matter? I call a few people..."

"Go get the cat out," interrupted him with a scar, and turned to look at the trash can. "Fuck!"

Cheng Ke also glanced at it, and suddenly there was a nausea, and he flicked his coat down, shaking madly.

The dumped trash can was crushed and deformed without knowing when it had separated.

Cheng Ke didn't want to remember how he could roll onto the trash bin after a fight. He just felt sick after a while and felt like he was smelling.

"Mimi?" The scars are not particular, but they put their hands on the ground and leaned their heads toward the trash can. "Meow? Mi~咪~喵~"

Cheng Ke wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at him in shock.

"Mimi..." The man with the stick fell down and wanted to cry, and was cut off by the scar just after he opened his head.

"Go for it." said the scar.

He nodded, leaning in with no hesitation and reaching into the trash can that had fallen over and had been deformed.

Then groped for a while.

When Cheng Ke felt that his stomach was beginning to turn over the river and the sea, he retracted his arm, and there was a kitten with a fist that was dirty and gray in his palm.

Cheng Ke froze for two seconds and turned to leave.

After such a tossing down, he didn't know whether his violent anger had broken up, or he had lost his mind, or he was already blinded.

There were only two steps to go out, and a laugh of scars came behind him: "Grandson, are you looking for this?"

Cheng Ke turned his head back down the finger of the scar and saw the hundred-dollar bill in a pile of trash.

He felt a pain in his heart, and it hurt.

But in the end, he didn't speak, turned his head and continued to walk forward. After a few steps, he suddenly felt very tired.

The kind of tiredness that can't move at all.

The Range Rover passed by him and passed the intersection. He stared at the **** of the car for a while, turned his head and started to go back.

You can't be brave at this time. Even if you have no money tonight, he will not die on the street, but he picked a hundred pieces...

"Go back." Jiang Yuduo leaned his head against the window of the co-driver, and took a wet tissue while wiping the dirty hair on the cat.

"What?" Chen Qing froze for a while, but still stepped on the brake and turned the front of the car. "Why do you go back?"

"Look at that man." Jiang Yuduo said.

"No," Chen Qing looked at him. "A homeless man, after you beat it, go back and see a fart?"

"Your homeless man is dressed like that," Jiang Yuduo stretched his hand from the back seat and pulled Chen Qing's coat over to put the cat bag back on the back seat. "Don't you see him wearing a Jaeger-LeCoultre in his hand?"

"Jaeger-LeCoultre?" Chen Qing was at a loss, "Watch?"

"Well." Jiang Yuduo no longer wanted to speak.

"Yes," Chen Qing nodded. "As long as the third brother speaks, let me take the rest, and I will go back and grab it."

Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Relax," Chen Qing also looked at him, "I took the guy with me, and it would be finished when I smashed it, promised..."

"Shut up." Jiang Yuduo said.