Antidote

To be honest, Cheng Ke was very moved to see Chen Qing's heartfelt anger when he fell.

Jiang Yuduo said that friends are very important.

Chen Qing is his friend, and really worthy of his "heavy".

Cheng Ke didn't experience such weight, he didn't have such a friend. When he was the most difficult, none of his former friends stood on his side, but became Cheng Yi's friend in unison, the only There is no change in the previous relationship with him, only Xu Ding who is strictly not a friend.

So even if Jiang Yu captured his friend now, when facing the same situation as Chen Qing, he didn't know if he could do this for Chen Qing and started for Jiang Yu's case.

"I find people like you quite funny," Chen Qing pointed at him, "Is it that you don't expect people to be so good? How long have you known him? How many years have I known him? How good are you, it's so easy to open your mouth and be nervous Who are you **** scolding!"

"It's not a neuropathy," Cheng Ke corrected Chen Qing. "Yes..."

"I don't care if you are neurotic," Chen Qing interrupted him. "I think you are particularly neurotic!"

"I'm sorry." Cheng Ke can only apologize. Under such emotions, Chen Qing can't listen to any explanation.

"Third Brother treats you as a friend," Chen Qing still pointed at him. Sorry, these three words are probably not as good for someone like Chen Qing as someone who coughs to catch attention. Dabin's follow you, how do you see him like that in your back?"

"I don't mean that," Cheng Ke sighed. "I just want to find out what the **** is going on. After all, I almost made him useless today."

"Are you scrapped!" Chen Qing said.

"Will he stop?" Cheng Ke also patted the chopsticks on the table. "You have been beaten by him, you know how heavy he is! I just ask him as a friend to ask you! This is a different person, I’ll just report it to the police and it’s done! I don’t care how much **** I am!

Chen Qing frowned and stared at him for a while, his tone was not as strong as before, but he was still not very happy: "I find that you rich people are usually quite relaxed when they are full, just as simple as this Son, I can think of a set of one hundred thousand why."

Cheng Ke poured wine to Chen Qing: "It's different if we care about our friends."

"I want to remind you," Chen Qing said. "Don't care about him like this before your third brother. Your kind of care is a type of care."

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded. "How old did you two meet?"

"He is ten or eleven," Chen Qing drank, "I am two years older than him, but at that time I was not taller than him."

"...You are not as tall as him now." Cheng Ke said.

"Will you chat?" Chen Qing said, "Are you taller than him?"

"Almost, I'm not shorter than him anyway." Cheng Ke smiled.

"Is it remarkable?" Chen Qing said, "You have the ability to compare with the eighth prince. He is more than one meter nine, and you count as a fart.

"Well, too," Cheng Ke nodded to stop Chen Qing from continuing to digress, and pulled the topic back, "He said he was an orphan?"

"Yes, he was alone and had no luggage when he came," Chen Qing said, "but with money, you have to have two or three hundred. It was a huge sum of money at that time, stronger than you, now In this era, I also took out the trash for a hundred dollars."

Get out!

"Ah." Cheng Ke took the glass and took a sip of wine. "That's quite rich."

"Do you know why I followed him so heartlessly?" Chen Qing said.

"Why?" Cheng Ke asked.

"He saved my life," Chen Qing said. "The first time we met was that he picked me up from the river."

"Such..." Cheng Ke froze.

"I tell you, I was quite useless when I was a kid...Of course, it's not much use now," Chen Qing took a bone to nibble. "When I was a kid, I was always bullied. I'm a little bit bigger than me. I fight. But, my mouth is quite owed, and I'm always beaten anyway."

"Can't you just shut up and be honest?" Cheng Ke said.

"No, I am **** too!" Chen Qing cracked his bones with a click. "They played big that day, picked me up with a stone and threw me into the river."

"Fuck?" Cheng Ke couldn't believe it. "Aren't you afraid of killing yourself?"

"Afraid of a fart," Chen Qing said, "Are you a local, don't you know that this piece has only developed in these seven or eight years, there was a fart in this piece before, I heard from the old dock It's still the old cemetery."

"That was a few decades ago." Cheng Ke said.

"Anyway, it's really dead, and no one knows, it's the big night," Chen Qing said. "It wasn't monitored at that time. It was the same way that people were killed on the street. Several cases of dead people are now all there. Not broken yet."

This Cheng Ke knows, and one of them is a massacre. The mother will always mention Amitabha every time she mentions it.

"That was Jiang Yuduo who picked you up?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Well," Chen Qing nodded. "It was just autumn and it wasn't particularly cold. He slept by the bridge and saw it."

Cheng Ke didn't speak. It was not particularly cold and quite cold when he first entered autumn. A 10-year-old child was sleeping by the bridge.

"I especially admired him two points at that time," Chen Qing raised two fingers, "One is to calm down, the group of people are still watching me bubbling while I was sinking the old man after Shen Tang. Or else he ran away. He quietly dived from the shore and didn’t find anyone."

Cheng Ke looked at him and nodded.

"Two," Chen Qing shook **** and picked up a piece of ribs and put it in his mouth. "He's so **** suffocating! I fucking, the most suffocating thing I've ever seen in this life is him."

"Then you can hold back?" Cheng Ke said.

"No, he untied the stones under the water, and then pushed me to the water," Chen Qing said, "I can gasp, I can pounce on the water, he has been down, just like his mother flying a kite. Tugged me down the shore, which can only reach a few hundred meters."

"General drowning people are easy to catch, so he is safer," Cheng Ke said, just thinking that Jiang Yusuo was only ten years old at that time, he felt a little weird, "and so he will not be found by people on the shore. Right?"

"You're right," Chen Qing pointed at him. "Smart, no wonder the third brother likes you. He was very careful at that time, afraid that someone might find him."

Cheng Ke sighed softly.

"Since that time, I have determined that this boss is now," Chen Qing said. "The third brother is the most famous boss I have ever seen."

"Why is he called his third brother?" Cheng Ke asked.

"His surname is Jiang, Sangong Jiang, understand, just like Erma Feng," Chen Qing said, "I called him his third brother, and he has a name on the street."

Cheng Ke smiled.

Chen Qing's wine is average, and he can be excited after drinking a little red wine. He said a lot about Jiang Yuduo's childhood. How did he fight with others? How did he go to work at Lu Qian? How did he help one after another? brothers.

But I have to say that Chen Qing is not a complete fool. His mouth is very strict. Even in the state of being excited, Jiang Yuduo did not mention the things before he met him.

"It was a mess at that time, a fight, and a protection fee," Chen Qing tweeted. "Dances of the demons dance, controversy among hundreds of families, picking up the flowers... The third brother didn't say he was the boss, but he didn't dare. To provoke him, on heads-up, no one is his opponent."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded, and he could hear Chen Qing's arrogance against Jiang Yu.

"There was also a saying at the time, which was quite sensational," Chen Qing grinned, "they said that the third son has no pain sensation and is not afraid of pain."

"Really?" Cheng Ke asked.

"It's fart, but it's true that he can bear the pain very well," Chen Qing said.

Maybe it's not just tolerable, sometimes the pain will be ignored.

Chen Qing had basically eaten a table of dishes, and Cheng Ke looked at Chen Qing who had consumed the last bite of soup. Some wondered how he could maintain his chopped wood figure.

"Okay, I have spoken a lot today," Chen Qing wiped his mouth. "The third brother said, if you have anything to do with me this time, he may be embarrassed to see you. After all, I hurt you. ."

"It's all right," Cheng Ke said.

"I'm gone," Chen Qing took out his mobile phone. "Add a friend. I'll send you the address. You will drive the car for me tomorrow. Before nine o'clock, I will be scolded by the foreman."

"Well." Cheng Ke picked up the phone, added a friend with Chen Qing, and looked at the address from Chen Qingfa. "A car beauty shop? I said, how do you change your car all day?"

Chen Qing laughed: "If you want to drive a car, you will tell me that I know the customer well, and it's no problem to borrow a day or two."

"I have no addiction to driving." Cheng Ke smiled.

"I'm gone," Chen Qing got up and walked to the door in his coat. "I have to say something."

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

"The third brother is not a neuropathy," said Chen Qing. "If he is really a neuropathy, can people in this area be so afraid of him?"

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Take a good rest," Chen Qing opened the door and pointed to the corner of his eyes again. "That hurt you, pay attention to it. If something is wrong, you tell me that my mother has acquaintances in the hospital. Take you to see."

"Okay." Cheng Ke said.

When Chen Qing left, he still threw the door, and the windows shook with it.

Cheng Ke sighed and stood next to the table. After a while, he took the largest garbage bag and swept everything into the lunch box. Then he regretted that he would not use a plate to reload the dishes. Finished.

What do you care about blindly? You have to wash the dishes.

He slowly packed the dishes into the kitchen sink, it seems that he should buy a dishwasher.

But even if you buy a dishwasher, you can't solve the plates in front of you.

Cheng Ke couldn't help it from the morning. At this time, listening to Chen Qing had no point to say Jiang Yuduo all night, but he felt more chaotic and clueless.

He looked at it for a while and threw the plate into the trash bag.

Alright, finished.

Anyway, there are too many dishes, and I usually eat instant noodles, which is not used at all.

Cheng Ke took a shower, and the scar on his shoulder was flushed with water, and some tingling. He sprayed some alcohol on it and returned to the living room sofa to sit down.

How to pass a long night.

He picked up the remote control of the projector and wanted to watch a movie, but when he pressed it, he put down the remote control again. He remembered the old corpse of the mountain village last night, and his back was a bit cold.

The house is not big, but when I think of the blue ghost, if I stay alone in the house, I feel panic. In addition, I still have a wound on my shoulder. I am in contact with the lens holding my shoulder.

"Fuck." Cheng Ke lay down on the sofa, pulling himself over the uncovered quilt and wrapping himself up.

In fact, what scared him a little is not just Chu Renmei.

After the lively atmosphere disappeared because of Chen Qing's existence, he slowly remembered from the chaos that Jiang Yu grabbed his fist in the morning.

Some are afraid.

Chen Qing insisted that Jiang Yuduo had no mental problems, and Cheng Ke could feel that he really believed so, and was not maintaining Sange's image.

Cheng Ke was a little shaken, and some of Chen Qing's words made sense. If Jiang Yuduo really had mental problems, how could he make this gangster afraid of him by three points for so many years.

Fool is a fool, a fool is not a fool, they will be afraid of a boss who can fight the crowd well, but they will not be afraid of a guy who can fight the crowd... mental patient.

Perhaps it was not as serious as he thought. Jiang Yuduo had suffered a lot in his childhood, so he would be too careful, and he would be injured accidentally because of tension.

Cheng Ke frowned.

The problem is here.

This state is not normal in itself.

Moreover, it was still impossible to explain why Chen Qing, who was so good that he could enter the house casually, had never seen those "they", nor had they ever seen the scene where they hurt Jiang Yuduo.

Cheng Ke lit up a cigarette and froze at the unopened TV.

After smoking the cigarette he entered the bedroom.

go to bed.

forget about it.

He didn't even think about why and how Cheng Yi pushed him out of his house so finely, why should he be so interested in a street gangster who had only known for such a short time.

Anyway, the morning incident did not bring him any serious consequences, and Jiang Yuduo will not appear again.

...Will not appear again?

by.

Chen Qing's car had to be sent back before nine in the morning. According to the reference time given by the navigation, Cheng Ke got out of the bed at more than seven and went out after soaking the bowl of instant noodles.

At this time, he was still confused to sleep and get back to sleep, but today he can get up because he hasn't slept all night.

Except for uncontrollably pondering whether Jiang Yuduo had any mental problems, that was the beating.

Jiang Yuduo beat him, he did not want to think more, and would not blame Jiang Yuduo. After all, he also twisted Jiang Yuduo's wrist.

It's just that although he has been fighting with people since he was young, and even fights with Cheng Yi, it's almost every week, big and small, but no one has been like this.

He had to admit that his young master who had been raised since childhood was shocked.

Navigating the route given, he picked the nearest one.

Halfway through, I found that this road would pass through the small street at the entrance of Jiang Yuduo's home.

This kind of feeling is very magical. Cheng Ke used to come here to play and eat clubs, but never walked this small street, but after living here to know Jiang Yuduo, he found that as long as he went in that direction Go, this street is a must pass, as if it is a traffic fortress.

He wanted to turn a corner into the street, and then turn back after this street.

But until he saw Jiang Yu's window, he didn't turn out.

I even glanced in when I passed the window.

The curtains are still drawn.

He couldn't help but imagine that Jiang Yuduo would be standing by the window at this moment, looking out from the slit of the curtain.

"Third Brother, it's not that I don't pay the money," a little girl at 702 with a face full of makeup undressed all night, leaned against the door and looked at him. You came here early in the morning, how can I have the money for you."

"What about your mobile phone?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Why? My phone is worth more than the rent!" The little girl glared.

"I have a look." Jiang Yuduo said.

The little girl hesitated for a while and handed her cell phone over.

"Unlock." Jiang Yu snatched it.

"Why!" The little girl was reluctant.

"Let you unlock, you unlock!" Dabin said impatiently, "I don't want to unlock and pay the rent! We are not here to rob, how to pay a rent is the same as asking."

The little girl snorted and unlocked her phone.

Jiang Yuduo took it, clicked on the text message, turned down, found the rent-collection notice he sent a few days ago, and turned the screen to her: "I'm not here to find trouble, I'm here Take a rent, if you want to trouble me, I don’t look at my face and chest."

"Oops!" The little girl grabbed her phone, turned around and walked into the house, closing the door, "I'm so annoyed, wait!"

Jiang Yuduo stretched his foot for a moment, and the door was not closed. She looked back again.

"Hurry up." Jiang Yuduo looked at her.

After a few minutes, the little girl finally grumbled and handed over the rent.

Jiang Yuduo collected the money and kicked the next door.

The cheaper the rent, the harder it is to collect.

Many people who can only choose this kind of rent grade, even if they get a penny out of it, it is very difficult to achieve a simple and neat, and it can make them feel worthwhile for a day or even ten minutes.

Jiang Yuduo didn't realize what it was like to rent out.

When he had no money, he slept everywhere. When there was a little money in hand, Lucie asked him for rent, and he paid it without hesitation for even a second.

He was afraid of the feeling of being persecuted.

In the pile of rented houses in Building No. 3, the simplest way to pay rent is this one, a thin uncle who lives next door with the little girl.

I lived here for several months. Every time I rented, I opened the door, handed over the money, took the receipt, and finished it in one go, without even saying much.

But today the thin uncle never opened the door. Jiang Yuduo waited outside the door for several minutes, and there was no movement in it.

"Isn't this person not going out?" Da Bin was also a little strange. He stepped forward a few times and shouted, "Open the door! Take the rent!"

The door next door opened, and the little girl leaned her head: "I haven't heard him come out and throw garbage in two days."

Jiang Yuduo looked at her.

"Is it dead?" she added, "it seems to be sick."

Jiang Yuzhuo frowned and turned to glance at Da Bin.

Dabin took out the key and opened the door in the past. When he pushed the door open, he shouted again, "Man!"

There was a slit in the window in the room. After the door opened, the air was convection, and an old and decadent atmosphere rolled out.

In the past, the rent collection time was short, so this was the first time Jiang Yuduo smelled the smell in his house. He couldn't figure out how the thin uncle could live in a clean and tidy room.

But this smell, he is very familiar.

No light, no ventilation, no packing, no cleaning, no popularity.

He has lived in this breath for many years.

This is the breath that I can't see at all.

"Fuck!" Dabin stepped back within two seconds of entering the house, his face panicked.

Jiang Yuduo saw at a glance what was going on inside. He didn't go in again. After closing the door, Da Bin called the police.

The police came soon. Tenants who usually hid their rents as if they had disappeared in the world. All of them came out at this time, crowded on this floor to watch the excitement.

Jiang Yuduo was a little breathless.

One person died.

No one knows what his name is.

There is a registration in Lucy, but it is just a registration. After turning over the page of the registration book, even after writing down the information of the next person, no one will remember who this person is, what his name is, and where he came from. What to do.

Now this person is dead.

Disappeared beside many people.

No one saw it.

Jiang Yuduo has never seen anyone die.

But he imagined countless times.

There is no sound.

Silently disappeared.

After leaving Building 3, Jiang Yuduo did not go home, but went to the mall.

There are many people in the mall and many voices. If there is danger, it is not easy to find out.

But the lights in the mall are bright and colorful, and every look can make him feel a little dull.

He sat in a lounge chair by the mall stairs and looked quietly at the crowd in front of him.

When Cheng Ke entered through the gate, he was smashed in the face by a cotton curtain and looked a little unhappy.

Jiang Yuduo pulled the brim down and covered his face, but his eyes could not help moving with Cheng Ke.

After Cheng Ke came in, he stood in front of the shopping mall map for a long time, and it was estimated that he didn't know what floor he wanted to buy.

Cheng Ke stood in front of the map for almost a minute without moving. Jiang Yu grabbed a sigh. The thief behind him was already standing close to him. He could breathe a little harder and could blow to his neck. He was surprised. Not at all.

Sure enough, he is a rich man, not afraid of thieves.

When the thief reached into his coat pocket, Cheng Ke finally read the map, turned and walked to the elevator, and the thief withdrew his hand, but he didn't withdraw the heart he wanted to steal. It is estimated that such a good starter is usually rare. Cheng The thief followed him when he got on the elevator.

Jiang Yuduo stood up and walked quickly into the elevator.