Antidote

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak anymore, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, his head resting on his arms, and he looked like he was asleep.

If you don’t know how, you only need to look at his tight eyebrows and eyelashes that have been moving to know that he is not asleep and should not be very comfortable.

Beautiful thing?

Cheng Ke didn't know what Mr. Chen Hufa said, but he could see "Dizzy Beauty" on his mobile phone, and he could see Meniere's syndrome.

Although Chen Qing said that he was only guessing and had not seen it in the hospital, he still read the introduction about the disease.

Suddenly, the patient did not dare to open his eyes and could not turn over during the attack...need to lie down, not irritable, light and low-salt diet... avoid smoking, alcohol, tea...

He felt that if it was really this problem, Jiang Yuduo probably would have done a quiet sleep. Still lying still was because he couldn't move.

The cat lay on Jiang Yuduo's chest. Jiang Yuduo didn't move, but his eyebrows tightened even more. Cheng Ke quickly reached out and took the cat down and put it aside.

But the cat was about to climb up again soon, and Cheng Ke took it away again. The cat jumped on Jiang Yuduo again very persistently. Cheng Ke had to grab the cat and put it on his lap.

"Does Meow have a cage?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo snorted, not knowing what it was.

Cheng Ke got up and turned around in the house, found an environmental protection bag, put the cat in it, and hung it on the back of the chair. He didn't know why he was doing this, which was probably too boring.

But the magical thing is that after the cat was put in, he just looked at the bag twice, and the group stopped moving underneath.

Cheng Ke sat back on the sofa and continued to watch Jiang Yuduo.

This feeling is quite strange.

He had never looked after the patients like this, besides he was not familiar with Jiang Yuduo, so he sat here in silence, how a little awkward.

But looking at Jiang Yuduo's pitiful egg that is far different from the usual arrogant bully, he wanted to sigh again, especially Jiang Yuduo's previous phrase "Thank you".

He didn't have any serious illnesses, so he occasionally caught a cold or something. Even if he was a waste at home, he could call anyone at any time. Anyone who wanted to eat would immediately be done by someone, and he would not feel helpless.

Right, just helpless.

I don't know why, Jiang Yuduo's thank you, and that he didn't go to the hospital, made him feel helpless.

Think about it and think that maybe he is sensitive. Cheng Ke smiled. His mood is different now. Until now, he has not been able to fully adapt to the ups and downs of life.

The door was knocked lightly a few times, and it should be Chen Qing.

Cheng Ke stood up and prepared to open the door in the past. Jiang Yuduo, who had been wrinkling his face with sweat and tears, said: "Look first."

"Huh?" Cheng Ke froze for a while before reacting, "Oh."

He really couldn't figure out how to get Jiang Yu to take this person, and he couldn't see any danger in his life except for other rogues.

But according to Jiang Yuduo's request, he first put it in the cat's eyes and looked at it.

"It's Chen Qing," he made sure he was the general guardian outside, and added a sentence when he reached out to open the door. "He's alone."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

As soon as the door opened, Chen Qing squeezed through the door. Cheng Ke always felt that Chen Qing was quite thin, but he didn't expect such a small amount of land.

"Third Brother," Chen Qing looked worried, and flung directly to the sofa without looking at Cheng Ke. "I'm here, how?"

"Halo." Jiang Yuduo said.

"How long?" Chen Qing turned to look at Cheng Ke.

"Uh..." Cheng Ke hurriedly took out his mobile phone, "I just called you when I started to faint, about forty minutes?"

"It will take a while." Chen Qing went to the bathroom and rubbed a wet towel out to wipe the sweat on Jiang Yuduo's face, then stood by the sofa and looked down at Jiang Yuduo.

"How long do you usually faint?" Cheng Ke walked over and asked softly.

"Not necessarily," Chen Qing said. "Sometimes half an hour passed, sometimes I couldn't move for a few hours."

"Oh." Cheng Ke nodded, then how do you know it will take a while? But he didn't want to ask, after all, the other party was Chen Qing.

After speaking these words, the room was quiet again.

Jiang Yuduo couldn't talk. He and Chen Qing had nothing to say. In fact, Cheng Ke was a little bit wanting to leave now. He and Jiang Yuduo weren't familiar with the hospital bed, and Chen Qing had already come. By now, it is clear that Chen Qing is very familiar with Jiang Yuduo's problem.

But this stillness at the moment made him unable to find an opportunity to speak. At this moment, the speech was a little abrupt.

"You two," Jiang Yuduo said very hard, "Don't mourn here."

"What?" Cheng Ke glanced at Chen Qing.

"How about the body to say goodbye?" Jiang Yudui's eyes opened a slit, and then closed again.

"What nonsense!" Chen Qing turned to God, shouted.

"Fuck." Jiang Yuduo was probably scared, his hands shaking, and he gritted his teeth.

"Naji... Ke..." Chen Qing turned his head to look at Cheng Ke, his facial expression could tell that he was trying to find a name in his mind.

"Cheng Ke," Cheng Ke said to him, "If you really can't change it, then Jaeger-LeCoultre, just don't bother."

"You can go." Chen Qing said.

"...Good." Cheng Ke felt that Chen Qing's close relationship with Jiang Yuduo must be the same way of speaking between them.

When he took his coat and walked to the door, Chen Qingcai recovered like a sudden miracle: "You worked hard, thank you."

"You're welcome." Cheng Ke said.

"Is it early?" Chen Qing walked to the table and put away the basically unmoved early in a bag. "Have you not eaten yet? Take it with you, go back and eat hot, noon No need to do it."

"No need." Cheng Ke quickly said, these things especially the box of sandbags, he really did not want to eat.

"Why?" Chen Qing asked.

"Why?" Cheng Ke said.

"You didn't eat early, why don't you hold it?" Chen Qing said.

"I..." Cheng Ke was once again caught in the difficulty of finding no excuse.

"Take it away, don't want to eat and throw it out," Jiang Yudui's voice was dumb, and his voice was painful. "Don't push here, I'm going to scam."

Cheng Ke took the two pockets of food in Chen Qing's hands and walked out the door.

But he didn't throw these things at the door. He was a little hungry, so they wouldn't be wasted. Even if you don't eat quicksand bags, there are many others.

As he approached the downstairs, he saw a Land Rover parked at the entrance of the hallway.

License plate ending number 888.

Cheng Yi's two cars all have a tail number of 888. Cheng Ke has never understood why a young man is so superstitious.

Maybe it’s a family atmosphere, Mom’s daily Amitabha...

He walked to the car and saw the driver open the co-pilot door. When Cheng Yi got off the car, he suddenly recovered his thoughts.

"Why are you here?" He looked at Cheng Yi.

"You don't contact me and don't go back to get things," Cheng Yi said. "I can only help you deliver things. They are used every day. I'm afraid you won't be happy."

"I asked how did you know I was here?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"You are my brother," Cheng Yi said, "can I still not know where you are?"

The driver turned off the car and got out of the car and walked over. He nodded casually with a blank expression: "Master."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything and didn't look at him.

This driver is called He Yuan. He has followed Cheng Yi for several years. He can't count Cheng Yi's confidant. Cheng Yi doesn't have a confidant. He can't believe anyone, but He Yuan knows that he knows Cheng Yi very well, and he can also follow him. Cheng Yi He Yuan showed his attitude that could not be shown.

"Take things up," Cheng Yi said.

He Yuan opened the trunk, and the seats in the back row were put down. Several large boxes were stacked. I didn't know what was in the box. The ones without the boxes were clear at a glance.

His computer, sand drawer, unused sand, and his favorite chair...

I don't know why. When Cheng Ke saw these things, he suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment and shame that his clothes were torn off and displayed on the street.

These things are in his bedroom and study, and if you take it out, every item is ordinary and can be seen by people, but these things belong to him. Once you have this relationship, these things When it is displayed like this, it has a completely different feeling.

Cheng Yi entered his room, no, not only Cheng Yi, but He Yuan must have also entered. After all, Cheng Yi wouldn't move things by himself, maybe someone else.

These people walked around in his room, looked around and picked up his things one by one...

"I don't want it," Cheng Ke said.

"Can you be more realistic?" Cheng Yi looked at him and whispered, "You can't buy all of these things you want? How much does it cost? You can't pay the same amount of money as before. Question?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak, frowning at him.

"I know you don't like me entering your room," Cheng Yi said, "I haven't been in it for so many years? You haven't contacted people when you walked like this, what can I do? I won't go in and give you things to move Come here, do you expect Dad to help you?"

"I'll say it again," Cheng Ke said, "I don't want these things, and I don't need anyone to help me deliver them, what I do when I go out, what it is."

Cheng Yi looked at him, his eyes chilled a little, and after a while he smiled again: "The computer has to be taken, don't you need such personal things?"

"I'm not you," Cheng Ke narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I don't have any private content in my computer that needs to be kept secret."

Cheng Yi's smile disappeared, staring at him for a while, then turned to He Yuan and waved: "Go to the garbage station."

He Yuan closed the trunk door and helped Cheng Yi open the passenger door.

Cheng Ke turned and walked into the corridor.

"Cheng Ke," Cheng Yi called him in the back, "Growing up so old, I saw you have such a good time for the first time, I hope you can hold it, don't let me see you go back and beg dad to let you go home ."

Cheng Ke didn't look back, his footsteps didn't stop, he didn't press the elevator after entering the corridor, he directly pushed open the door of the fire exit and walked in.

He didn't know how Cheng Yi knew he lived here, but he shouldn't know the floor yet. The security guard downstairs was serious. Without his permission, he wouldn't tell the stranger his room number.

Although he didn't know why he couldn't let Cheng Yi know which floor he lived on, what he could do... but he still chose the step ladder.

Probably infected by Jiang Yuduo?

Neuropathy is so contagious...

There was a little suffocation in the fire escape, and it would be cleaned every few days after cleaning, but the smell of cement in the air could still be heard.

He turned his head. Although there was a window, the window could only see the side of another building. He looked down and raised a gray wall from the ground to the sky.

Withdrawing his gaze, it was also gray in the dark.

Cheng Ke sighed and stepped up.

This is the first time he has grown so big that he walked up to the 15th floor, carrying two bags early.

It was tired, his knees were a bit sore, but he didn't stop halfway, he was afraid he would stop moving.

Why not take the elevator?

I don't know, what if Cheng Yi is still waiting outside to see the numbers on the elevator?

He laughed, mad.

When he walked to the door, he was relieved and finally arrived, but after pulling out the key, he felt no strength at all.

Obviously only need to poke the key into the keyhole and twist it, he can enter the door, throw it on the sofa and rest, and then heat the things in the bag, you can sleep after eating, but he leans on the door, how? I don't want to move anymore.

Just raised this hand, and he was unwilling.

He always felt that no matter what, Cheng Yi would not affect him any more, but the fact is that Cheng Yi once again pulled him back more than a month ago.

The whole person was frustrated as if he had just come out from home.

"Fuck." Cheng Ke pressed the door against his head and scolded in a low voice.

A few minutes later, he opened the door and entered the house.

At this time, you should force yourself to get up. No matter how unsatisfactory your new life is, it has already begun. It is up to you to decide whether to live well or not.

Insert the gas card, and then heat the food that has been cooled...how to heat it? I don’t know, then eat it, sleep after a while, after getting up...

Damn it.

Cheng Ke lay on the sofa and closed his eyes. Forget it, what kind of card to add and what kind of hot food to eat **** and sleep directly.

What a new life.

Tease.

Cheng Ke felt that in his current state, there should be no problem sleeping until tomorrow afternoon.

But he made a mistake. He didn't even fall asleep for a second, so he closed his eyes and held on. With a numbness in the back of his head and back, he had to sit up.

I glanced at the phone for two hours and it was considered a strongman.

He conveniently opened the phone book, pulled back and forth a few times among the contacts, and finally clicked Xu Ding's name.

"Come out for two drinks at night." Cheng Ke said.

"At night?" Xu Dingdun paused, "Well, where is it?"

"I don't know, it's me. I'm too lazy to run and have to take a taxi," Cheng Ke said. "You set a place."

"OK," Xu Ding said, "I'll pick you up and call you at the door of the community."

"Well," Cheng Ke paused, "You didn't follow..."

Half of the words he stopped again, Xu Ding was not such a person, and Xu Ding did not know which house he rented.

"Xiao Yi knows where you live?" Xu Ding was very keen and asked immediately.

"Just waiting for me downstairs," Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed, "I don't mean anything else, I just don't know how he can find the downstairs."

"I can find it if I want to check it," Xu Ding smiled. "You and Xiaoyi really don't look like two brothers."

"... Really." Cheng Ke sighed.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Ke checked how to heat the food, and finally chose the microwave, because the mark on the packaging box is pp5, you can enter the microwave.

He stuffed a few boxes of food into the microwave, and was a little surprised that he actually knew this kind of common sense of life. He didn't remember where he looked from.

He used this microwave oven for the first time today. He wanted to find the manual first, but after looking at the buttons, he found that the microwave oven was very waste-friendly, with words written on each button.

He studied for a while and chose "hot buns".

It's so friendly.

The heated food is steaming hot, not dry, nor mushy, nor fried...

Cheng Ke turned on the TV and sat on the sofa eating slowly.

He hasn’t eaten Fucha’s morning tea in a long time, but the taste still remembers, there was an illusion that he suddenly fell into memories, and he clearly has nothing to remember.

Maybe it's just a memory of the taste, like this chicken feet, like this shrimp dumpling, like this quicksand...

Cheng Ke glanced at the quicksand bag in his hand and had already bitten in half. To be precise, this was the third he ate.

"...Your uncle." He put down the half of the sandbags.

In fact, he was not hypocritical, and he didn’t say these things during the meal just because he was educated. He really wanted to say that he wouldn’t be able to eat anymore. The key is that he saw it.

Once this intuitive imagination is related to the food in your hand, it will be different.

Thinking of Jiang Yuduo, he sighed. He didn't know how Jiang Yuduo is now. Maybe he was still dizzy, maybe Chen Qing was sober.

"Sister Qian also said what to buy?" Jiang Yuduo looked at the things on the shelf.

"Sesame sauce, sweet noodle sauce," Chen Qing pushed the shopping cart. "What other sauce is there? Douban sauce?"

"Why don't she open the sauce shop and buy a bunch of sauce all the way back," Jiang Yudui took a few bottles of sauce, "I got a few bottles."

"Did you tell her if I went to rub rice?" Chen Qing asked.

"Say," Jiang Yuluo walked to the cash register. "Don't tell her about today."

"Well, rest assured," Chen Qing said, "but did you have a good rest this time? I always feel that you are unconscious for a while."

"Probably," Jiang Yuduo said, "There is no pattern, anyway, it will be all right, and maybe it will make you angry."

"Jaeger-LeCoultre must have been terrified. He probably never saw such a scene." Chen Qing said.

"Pull it down, just like when I came to the funeral, I was afraid that you would cry out in front of him." Jiang Yuduo took two boxes of cool candy next to the cash register. It's much better, but it's still a bit uncomfortable.

"Then I didn't cry without holding my teeth," Chen Qing thought for a while, "...I didn't want to cry either."

It’s a very comfortable thing to rub a meal here at Lucie. No matter what, Jiang Yuduo only needs to sit on the sofa with Chen Qing and four dogs to watch TV for an hour, and you can eat.

After eating, you can continue to chat on the couch together.

In Lucie, he was the most relaxed, and he wouldn’t always wonder if anyone was following him outside.

I thought about going back after eating, but I didn't want to move after relaxing for two hours.

It wasn't until Lucie drove them away that he got up and went downstairs with Chen Qing.

"I will rest tomorrow," Chen Qing got into the car. "I'll accompany you to remove the board? Didn't the doctor say it could be removed?"

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

Don't want to tear it down.

Suddenly there was a feeling of being unreliable, and he turned to look at the lights that flashed back and forth outside the car window.

"I'll come to pick you up tomorrow?" Chen Qing asked again.

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

When he was almost home, the phone shook in his pocket. He pulled out the phone, and the screen showed, Cheng, mentally handicapped, and Ke.

"Who?" Chen Qing asked.

"Ji... Cheng Ke." He answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Aren't you at home?" Cheng Ke's voice came out. I didn't know why, but it seemed a little downcast.

"It's almost home," Jiang Yuduo said, "what's wrong with you?"

"Again?" Cheng Ke paused, "Forget it."

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo was a little puzzled. "What?"

Cheng Ke hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuduo took the phone to his eyes and looked at it.

"What's wrong with him?" Chen Qing asked.

"I don't know." Jiang Yu grabbed his frown and put the phone back in his pocket.

The car turned into the path, and he habitually swept the sidewalks on both sides. He didn't see any suspicious figures, but he saw Cheng Ke.

"Is that Jaeger-LeCoultre?" Chen Qing pointed to the sidewalk on the right.

"Yes," Jiang Yudui reached out and pressed his horn, "Past."

Cheng Kezheng slowly walked with them in the opposite direction and walked along the sidewalk without any response to the sound of the horn.

Chen Qing parked the car on the side of the road, and the lights shook Cheng Ke's face. He just raised his hand to block it and went on.

"Hey, this kind of person, if I hadn't known him, I would have robbed him today," Chen Qing honked his horn again. "This vigilance is not as good as the child next door."

"In a moment, I will take you to the road and realize your dream for many years. You will not rob me tonight. You can see how I kill you," Jiang Yuduo opened the door and grabbed it and walked right to the door. Cheng Ke, "What about this young master sleepwalking?"

Cheng Ke suddenly pulled his arm and raised his head.

Jiang Yuduo smelled the smell of alcohol on his body: "Is it drunk?"

"No." Cheng Ke said.

"Why are you looking for me?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke supported the car door and looked at him, as if he was making up his mind. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "I forgot to bring the key when I went out."