Antidote

After stepping out of Jiang Yuduo's corridor, he could clearly see his father's car and parked beside the newspaper kiosk in the front corner.

Jiang Yuduo's "training" that people can't think about makes him indeed more powerful than ordinary people in some respects. Jiang Yuduo means that there are other people in the car, but Cheng Ke is here for a while Not even the blurry shadow in the cab is a personal...

He looked back at Jiang Yuduo's window, and the curtain was pulled from this angle, but he knew that Jiang Yuduo was looking at him behind the curtain.

When I was about to turn my head toward the car, I stretched my fingers out of the curtain and shook him.

Cheng Ke laughed, his heart warm.

Today's weather is still good, and the wind is not as bitter as it was some time ago. He pulled the collar and walked to his father's car.

Only a few meters away from the car, Cheng Ke could see that there are indeed others in the car. The driver seat is the old man Hu. He knows that a man sitting on the co-pilot is one of the father’s assistants. The father will follow him when he goes out. It's the bodyguard. My mother always felt that the bodyguard was unlucky, but it would cause trouble, so these people have always been dad's assistants.

While Cheng Ke kept approaching the car, the assistant's assistant got out of the car and stood beside the car to watch him.

Cheng Ke didn't look at this person, walked to the back door and stopped, looking at the window.

After a few seconds, the car window was put down, and Dad’s face was exposed, and he saw the plaster on his hand frowned: "Get in the car, it’s windy."

"I'm not cold." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm cold talking by the window." Dad stared at him.

The assistant came over and opened the door, making a gesture to Cheng Ke asking to get in the car.

Cheng Ke sighed and stooped into the car.

"Master," the driver Lao Hu turned around and greeted him, "I've lost a lot."

"Is it?" Cheng Ke touched his face. Lao Hu followed his dad for 20 years. He cooperated with his dad very well. This greeting was nothing more than to remind him that he would definitely endure hardship when he left home. He smiled. Laughing, "I thought I would get fat, and I was in a particularly good mood in the past six months."

"I'm in a particularly good mood," Dad sneered. "Is it what you want to live like this?"

"What happened," Cheng Ke said.

"Do you see what you are wearing? What is your hair? And your hand..." Dad stopped talking about it here, probably remembering that this hand has something to do with Cheng Yi, "I think you are now with It’s a good match here. I’m not surprised to say that you are paying protection fees now!"

Cheng Ke took a look at himself. He was wearing Jiang Yuduo's jacket, because he was going to fly, and he was wearing a pair of jeans underneath. It did look...not as pretentious as before, but quite comfortable.

As for the hair, the hair is also very good. I cut it at a small barber shop downstairs years ago. In order to save trouble and make it shorter, Cheng Ke felt that the hairdresser's workmanship was fine.

In fact, everything is fine. Dad does not look good. First, it is not the same as he used to be. Second, it is not the same as what Dad asked.

Never mind the first point, the second point... he grew so big, it has been like this for more than a decade.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What boyfriend of yours has mental illness, isn't it?" Dad didn't turn around and cut directly into the subject.

Cheng Ke was already mentally prepared for this problem, so he was not surprised when he heard it. He glanced at the window of Jiang Yuduo's house: "If you want to say that, you can count."

"Just ask if you are!" Dad said.

"Yes." Cheng Ke replied.

"You like men, no one cares about you, right?" Dad said, "Do you want to make a boyfriend, no one said anything?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak.

"But you can't play it too much!" Dad raised his voice and yelled, "Are you living too comfortably, you have to find someone unhappy!"

"I didn't play," Cheng Ke said, "I haven't lived too comfortably in the past, and I didn't want to find anyone who was unhappy."

"I'm not listening to your sophistry." Dad leaned back and said in a cold voice.

"I didn't quibble," Cheng Ke said, "I grew up so small that I don't even have normal excuses. Where do I come from?"

Dad was silent for a while, picked up the thermos and took two sips of water, and when he put it down, he said, "Go home."

Cheng Ke froze.

He had never expected this sentence, and had never thought that Dad would say such a sentence.

If this sentence was a few months ago, in those days when the water heater cannot be used to hit the gas stove, he will get lost and think that he is a waste. It may surprise him.

But now, after so many things and so many tastes, he has started a new life now. Hearing these three words, he has no feeling.

I just feel a little lost.

He knew the reason why his dad said this was not because he wanted him to go home and was willing to accept such a waste son, but he couldn't tolerate him making a mentally ill boyfriend.

Although he can understand that no matter what kind of family he puts in, such things will not be accepted.

"Because of this, your mother can't sleep well at night and is always worried that you will have an accident," Dad said. "Xiao Yi knows that this person's situation is not as simple as ordinary mental illness!"

"Understood," Cheng Ke smiled. "How did he understand? What right does he have to understand? If I go to understand his girlfriend, do you take it for granted?"

"If he had no problem! Who would pay attention to such a gangster living at the bottom of society!" Dad looked at him, "What the **** are you doing now?"

"I'm fine," Cheng Ke frowned. "If that's the case, so be it. I'm almost thirty, and I am responsible for my own life."

Cheng Ke finished opening the door and was ready to get off.

"Your life is about living with a mental patient in such a messy environment?" Dad's voice was anxious. "This is the life you would rather never go home to choose!"

"What kind of life am I living? Do you know? Have you asked me? Have you seen it?" Cheng Ke said, "What you know is what Cheng Yi told you about my life, if you really do If you want to know how I am doing, you can ask in person, listen in person, and watch in person."

Cheng Ke finished getting off.

"Xiao Ke!" The door behind him rang, and Dad got out of the car, "Do you really understand what I'm talking about?"

Cheng Ke looked at him.

"You have grown up and have no scheming! Kindness and soft heart! No matter how you want, you have a backer and someone around you!" Dad said, "What about you now? Where can you be confident that you can be like this one! In this kind of environment such people are not pitted! Are they not harmed?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak, but looked at his dad.

These words made him a little surprised. Although Dad said these words with contempt for him, it was indeed the first time in so many years that he heard Dad describe him with such words.

There is no intention.

Kindness.

Surprisingly, in addition to waste, uselessness, no progress, mixed life... a lot of contempt and dissatisfaction, Dad will have such a definition for him.

He even felt the worry in Dad's tone.

It was so unexpected.

"Dad," Cheng Ke sighed softly. "I've been here for a long time, and it's not...what you imagined, my friends here..."

"What friend?" Dad interrupted him. "What friend? I originally thought that maybe you came out and could do something, and the result? You just let me down! You have one other than Xu Ding. A serious friend? The one who washed the car? Or the one who ran long distance? What can you mix out yourself?"

Cheng Ke froze.

Car wash? Probably Chen Qing.

Long-distance running? Is it Dabin? Does Dabin drive a long distance bus?

He didn't know, no one had told him, and Da Bin never mentioned it.

How much did Cheng Yi investigate about him?

Now that the investigation is so comprehensive, why didn't he tell his father that the store he and Xu Ding are about to open?

Just to prove to my dad that whether he was eating at home and waiting to die, or came out to live by himself, is it just a waste?

"I found a boyfriend who is mentally ill and lives in such a broken place! Is that what you showed me that you mixed up!" Dad yelled at him.

This sentence is too harsh, so Cheng Ke frowned.

"I don't care about anything else," Dad said. "You tell me, your boyfriend, what are you going to do about it?"

"Accompany him for treatment," Cheng Ke looked at his dad and sighed softly. "You have two sons, one is disappointed, at least there is another, not to..."

Cheng Ke did not finish this sentence.

Dad slapped a slap in the face.

He grew up and suffered a lot of scolding from his parents, but he has never been beaten.

This unexpected slap made him sway with a slap, a golden flower in front of him, and took a car door to stand firm.

"I didn't disappoint you before today. I didn't disappoint you before you had to be with this mental illness," Dad pointed at him gasping, "but from this second on, I am really disappointed with you!"

Cheng Ke was silent, only to feel that his face was hot, and the cold wind could not relieve his face.

"No matter how perfect you think you are," Dad said, "I don't want to hear someone say Master Cheng is with a lunatic!"

"I'm going to be with him, so is he crazy? I have the final say," Cheng Ke gritted his teeth. "Who am I going to live with, what kind of life am I going to live, where am I going to be, what am I going to say?" , What I want to do, it’s all up to me."

The fire in Dad's eyes was almost red, and after staring at him for a few seconds, Dad opened the door and got in the car.

When Cheng Ke was about to turn around and leave, the assistant who had been standing next to him suddenly approached, grabbed his plastered right hand, and pressed down.

After two consecutive injuries to his right hand, Cheng Ke has been very careful. After being suddenly caught, his first reaction is to go down with the strength of this person and want to avoid being hurt when confrontation.

But immediately following the assistant grabbed his shoulder and pushed hard into the car.

Cheng Ke's attention was always on the right hand. This time there was no precautions. Plus the right hand could not be used hard, he was pushed into the car.

Then the door was closed.

When he wanted to open the door again, Lao Hu locked the door.

"What do you mean?" Cheng Ke turned his head to look at his dad, the shock in his heart was beyond description.

What the **** is this overbearing president and my dad's plot?

"Drive." Dad said.

Lao Hu drove the car forward.

"I don't want to listen to your slogans," Dad looked ahead. "I don't care what you do. You are my son. I won't allow you to do those messy things!"

"Master," Lao Hu said while driving in the front. "You go home and calm down for a while. You haven't been in contact with these people since you were a child. It's too easy to deceive you. ..."

"I don't feel any heat in my mind now," Cheng Ke said with a deep voice, "I'm chilling all over now."

Dad didn't speak, and sneered next to him.

"Parking." Cheng Ke said.

No one spoke, and the speed did not slow down.

Cheng Ke didn't take his mobile phone when he came out. There was no way to make a call to Jiang Yuduo.

He looked at the window of Jiang Yuduo's house which was getting closer and closer. He was so anxious that he started to feel a little numb.

Whispering.

When he asked Jiang Yuduo to look at him at the window, he didn't expect that things would develop like this, and Jiang Yuduo would listen to him and watch him slapped by his dad in the window. He was pushed into the car and taken away.

He didn't dare to imagine Jiang Yu's current state. The whole person was as scared as he was about to explode.

Why should Jiang Yuduo stand there to watch!

From the newspaper kiosk to Jiang Yu's home, the distance is very short, the car's speed is not up, and it has already reached the entrance of the corridor.

Five meters further, at the intersection, turn right and you will return to the street where the bar is.

Cheng Ke stared at the corridor.

There was no way to think in his head. He didn't know if he wanted Jiang Yuduo to stop the car and let him get out, or whether Jiang Yuduo would not come out to have any conflict with his father.

But there was no one in the corridor, and no one came out when the car passed.

Cheng Ke breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was nervous again.

Why didn't Jiang Yuduo come out?

In this case, according to Jiang Yuduo's character and style, he should have rushed out when he was slapped, but until now, Jiang Yuduo has not come out.

why?

What happened?

"Stop!" Cheng Ke roared, feeling his voice yelling.

Following his roar, the car made a sharp cry and stopped abruptly.

"Mr. Cheng." The assistant in front turned back.

"What's going on!" Dad's voice was surprised.

Cheng Ke withdrew his gaze staring at the entrance of the hallway and froze when he turned to look forward.

Some wood was thrown in the middle of the road, each with long iron nails. As he looked over, a few more wood with iron nails flew from the corner and fell In front of the car.

Following a few people came out of the corner, with wooden sticks in their hands, and walked directly to the front of the car.

At the front are Chen Qing and Da Bin, followed by seven or eight young brothers Jiang Yuduo.

"That's your friends!" Dad pointed at him and shouted at him. "This is your rogue friends! Right!"

"Go back." The assistant said to Lao Hu.

It's impossible for you to back up.

Cheng Ke took a sentence in his heart and looked back.

Sure enough, a few people turned out from the newspaper booth, holding messy things in their hands, with disassembled chair legs and chair noodles. At first glance, it was the wooden planks with nails picked up on the construction site... Cheng I really admire them for finding such a pile of junk in such a short time.

Several people walked to the middle of the road, threw things on the ground, and stood still.

Lao Hu stopped after falling two meters.

Jiang Yuduo came out of the corridor.

When Cheng Ke saw Jiang Yuduo, who was intact and with the usual arrogant expression on his face, the whole person relaxed and leaned back on the chair.

It's okay.

As long as it's okay, everything will do.

Jiang Yu grabbed his hands and didn't take anything that could be used as a weapon. He walked straight to the side of the car, put a hand on the roof of the car, and knocked on the window.

"What does he want to do!" Dad looked out the window. "Alarm!"

"Release!" Jiang Yuduo raised his voice outside and shouted, "The surveillance here has been broken for a week. I had smashed your car before the police came!"

The assistant took out his phone and started dialing.

Cheng Ke found for the first time that he could be so agile as lightning.

He grabbed the phone from the back and patted it fiercely against the window. Once, twice, three times, the phone screen shattered into ice.

He threw the phone back to the assistant: "Open the door, I want to get off."

"I don't know what you want to do," Jiang Yuduo still supported the roof. "But this is my site. The people who take me from me have to agree with me. I don't agree. No one wants to go. ."

Halfway down the window, Dad looked at Jiang Yuduo: "Do you know the consequences?"

"I don't care about the consequences when I do things," Jiang Yuduo said. "If you think you can do anything to me, just come here."

Dad stared at Jiang Yuduo.

"You want to take Cheng Ke away, unless you have cleaned me up first," Jiang Yuduo said. "If you have checked me, you should know how I grew up. It's not so easy to clean up me."

"Crazy." Dad spit out two words.

"I counted three," Jiang Yuduo said, "let go."

The man in the car looked at him.

"One, two, three." Jiang Yu won the count, took a step back, and kicked on the window.

The half-open window suddenly broke into pieces.

"Release!" Jiang Yuduo darted halfway through the window and shouted at the tip of his dad's nose.

The assistant quickly turned around and wanted to grab him. Jiang Yu grabbed his head and didn't return. He backhanded and grabbed his wrist, twisting it hard.

The assistant's hand was twisted and pressed on the glove box, the expression on his face was very painful.

"I'm in big trouble," Jiang Yuduo said, "not the kind that can be solved with money, don't mess with me."

Dad looked at him for a while and raised his hand.

Lao Hu opened the car lock.

Jiang Yudola pulled the door open and dragged Cheng Ke out of the car.