Antidote

"The effect is great," Xu Ding looked at the people around him. "I'm leaving now? No longer staying? Have a meal together."

"No," Cheng Ke said, "I have no appetite just after the show, and I can't understand these things."

"It's all wrong, it's not as good as you." Xu Ding smiled.

"Don't flatter." Cheng Ke also smiled.

"Just now..." Xu Ding hesitated, "Xiao Yi is here."

Cheng Ke was stunned and frowned: "I didn't tell anyone about this before."

"It's normal for him to know," Xu Ding said. "I invited so many people. I mainly didn't want him to know too early... But I didn't expect him to come over."

"He came in?" Cheng Ke asked.

"No," Xu Ding said, "I'm out of the way."

Cheng Ke looked at him and didn't know what to say for a while. With Cheng Yi's character, no matter how skillful and subtle the "block" would make him uncomfortable.

"It's okay," Xu Ding said, "I said, I don't mix things with you, and I have no business to do with Xiao Yi. I will give the face if I want, and I will not give it."

"I haven't found you so embarrassed before?" Cheng Ke said.

"There is no such thing as today," Xu Ding looked at Jiang Yuduo, who was twitching his eyebrows and looking at a painting. "Xiao Yi met with the third son, and it was estimated that he was still talking."

"...Fuck." Cheng Ke bit his lip.

"Nothing should be said, nothing more than that," Xu Ding said. "Why didn't you just let him in?"

"I've never brought anyone to an event before, and I didn't have an invitation letter," Cheng Ke said. "I don't think he seems interested, nor am I interested."

Xu Ding smiled: "If you come with someone next time, just go in."

"Well." Cheng Ke sighed. He didn't think about it so much. Jiang Yuduo kept him out of control, and he didn't care anymore. He knew he would run into Cheng Yi, and he wouldn't let Jiang Yuduo come together.

Although Jiang Yuduo did not regard him as a friend, in his view, Jiang Yuduo was no longer simply a landlord or a "knowledge person". Any conflict with Cheng Yu would make him uneasy.

"Send me a car to take you back? It's so cold." Xu Ding walked over to Jiang Yuduo.

"No, you still have a lot of things to do here," Cheng Ke said. "We just need to take a taxi. We used to take a taxi before. There will be activities at this time. There must be taxis waiting outside."

"That line," Xu Dingchong Jiangyu Duo smiled, "San Brother, how are you feeling?"

"I don't understand your art," Jiang Yuduo said. "I just saw sand painting and it's kind of interesting. Without Cheng Ke's part, I might as well go out and blow it."

"Okay, next time I invited Xiaoke to perform again, I must send you an invitation letter," Xu Ding said and turned to look at Cheng Ke. "Really don't have a meal? They are also together."

"I really don't eat," Cheng Ke said, "I go back to bed."

Xu Ding did not insist any longer and sent them out.

Most of the people at this event Cheng Ke didn't know, but there were some acquaintances. He came out to greet people all the way out, and he felt like he had returned to life a few months ago.

But I can't talk about any feelings, no sorrow, no memory, just a long-lost familiarity.

After leaving the art gallery, he and Jiang Yuduo walked all the way into the road. He didn't even see a taxi. He took out his mobile phone with some depression: "Call a car."

"It's just like the north wind," Jiang Yuduo walked to the other side of the intersection. "When the car arrived, it was frozen into a road sign."

"Go back?" Cheng Ke glared at him, "Then don't go over there, anyway! You're crazy..."

"One hundred meters ahead is the subway station," Jiang Yu snatched his head back and looked at him. "Master, haven't you taken the subway, young master, I will open your eyes today."

"I'm sorry, I've opened my eyes." Cheng Ke looked forward, and indeed saw the subway sign not far away.

"Have you ever swiped a card?" Jiang Yuduo pulled out a card from his pocket and threw it.

Cheng Ke took the card and looked at it: "...No."

"Swipe your card for a while," Jiang Yuduo said, "I buy tickets."

"I'm not three and a half years old next door," Cheng Ke said, "still playing with this."

"People and children are not uncommon to play with this, and every day they take the subway with his grandma to buy cheap dishes." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke sighed and put the card in his pocket.

After entering the subway station, Jiang Yu snatched it and bought a ticket. He kept staring at him as he entered the station.

"I don't even know how to brush!" he said, gritting his teeth.

"Who knows, you can't hit the gas stove," Jiang Yuduo said, thinking again and whispering, "Will your brother know?"

"What?" Cheng Ke froze.

"I think he probably won't. Anyone who looks like a rich man now thinks they might not be able to hit the gas stove," Jiang Yuduo said. "Besides, he can't even drive the car... so to speak, he compares You waste."

Cheng Ke couldn't help laughing: "Fuck."

He really never thought about Jiang Yuduo's question. He wouldn't do these basic operations in life, would Cheng Yihui?

However, whether it will or not, Cheng Yi should not be able to put himself in a situation where he needs to master these things.

There were a lot of people at this stop of their boarding. Cheng Ke wanted to ask Jiang Yuduo what he said when he met Cheng Yi today, but he never found an opportunity to be together, surrounded by people and all kinds of messy voices.

Jiang Yuduo looks the same as usual, seeing nothing unusual.

While standing by the door waiting for the bus, Jiang Yuduo suddenly frowned.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke asked immediately.

"Hungry," Jiang Yuduo said, "Just Xu Ding let a meal together, why did you refuse?"

"Huh?" Cheng Ke froze for a while, "I thought you were unwilling, and there were other people besides Xu Ding, and I was not particularly familiar."

"I can eat anything to anyone," Jiang Yuduo touched his belly. "Anyway, I only eat and don't talk to people."

"That's it," Cheng Ke thought for a while, "I'll ask you to have a meal later, the place is up to you."

"OK," Jiang Yuduo immediately looked up at the subway station name, "get off at four stops."

When the subway entered the station, two people squeezed through the door before it opened. The door rushed in as soon as the door opened. The two people squeezed them in half against the people who got off the bus.

"First down then up!" someone in the back line shouted.

The two continued to squeeze as if they had not heard.

Jiang Yuduo grabbed the clothes of the two of them and dragged them back. He pulled them directly and sat down.

"What! What are you doing!" A man jumped up and pointed at him.

"What am I doing with your farts?" Jiang Yuduo quickly squeezed his finger and pushed him back to the ground with another prepared head, "I don't **** **** me you."

The man's hand fell immediately.

"Get in the car." Cheng Ke pushed him.

Jiang Yuduo loosed his hands, and the two of them got on the car. Jiang Yuduo did not go in. He stood at the door and turned around, looking at the two people who had not yet come up: "Not coming up."

Cheng Ke stood behind Jiang Yu and couldn't see his expression, but it was conceivable that the two actually stood there and watched as the door closed.

"Go over there." Jiang Yuduo turned around and grabbed Cheng Ke's arm and pulled to the side. He found a place with few people and stood down.

"I thought you were going to fight with them." Cheng Ke whispered.

"How is it possible," Jiang Yuduo said, "I really want to do it, but I also beat them unilaterally, I can't fight."

Cheng Ke smiled and did not speak.

Jiang Yuduo's style of getting started without saying a word, even in the situation just now, he is not very admirable, but now after contacting Jiang Yuduo for a while, seeing him like this, I actually think Quite interesting.

Fallen!

This is depravity!

His father's voice rang in his ears.

probably.

After two stops, there were fewer people around, and Cheng Ke finally had the opportunity to talk to Jiang Yuduo about the previous things.

"Did you run into Cheng Yi today?" he whispered.

"Well." Jiang Yuduo glanced at him.

"What did you say to you?" He still pressed his voice, "Sometimes he is very angry, you..."

"What can he say to me," Jiang Yuduo said, "Are you worried about me beating him?"

"That's not true," Cheng Ke smiled. "You shouldn't beat him."

"That's not necessarily. If Xu Ding doesn't come out today, I will start." Jiang Yuduo snorted.

Cheng Ke froze for a while: "Really?"

"Fake," Jiang Yuduo sighed. "I'm not a fool. I'm like your brother. I really gave him a head, and at least I had to squat in the detention center for a few days."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, and there was something wrong in his heart.

"But there is something..." Jiang Yu snatched his voice low.

"What?" Cheng Ke asked.

"...Forget it," Jiang Yuduo looked around. "It's all right."

"Your uncle?" Cheng Ke was a little anxious. "Don't say anything if you are fine."

Jiang Yuduo smiled: "Wait a moment, get off the bus and talk about it."

These stops made Cheng Ke feel a little bit tough. In fact, he can guess what it is. Curious babies like Jiang Yuduo who want to ask and are embarrassed to ask in crowded places are nothing more than those.

It's just that he wanted to know if Cheng Yi really said what he said.

He doesn't mind being known that he likes men, but he minds Cheng Yi mentioning this to Jiang Yuduo in such circumstances.

Out of the subway station, Jiang Yuduo took him from the prosperous street to an old side street.

"What place did you pick?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Do you like to eat hot pot," Jiang Yuduo said, "Take you to eat delicious and not expensive."

"I thought you were only active on your site." Cheng Ke said.

"This city has no place I haven't been," Jiang Yu waved his arm. "I'm more familiar than a taxi driver."

"Really," Cheng Ke smiled. "Are you quite busy."

"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I'm working for Lucie, she threw me everything she didn't want to run."

"Is the salary high?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Look at her mood," Jiang Yuduo pulled him and turned into a small street, "but she has always been in a good mood."

This street is typical of the old street in the old city. There are small restaurants on both sides. There are occasionally several convenience stores and tea shops. They are not dirty, but they are very old. The houses look older than him.

"Just this one," Jiang Yuduo pointed to a face in front of him. "The time is right now, so I have to wait for a seat later."

Cheng Ke glanced at a rather inconspicuous shop that blended perfectly with this street.

"Xiaozhuge Hotpot Second Branch," he glanced at it. It was such a shop. The door was actually full of cars. "A lot of branches still open?"

"Fart's branch," Jiang Yuduo said, "I asked the boss, this one."

"Why write a second branch?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.

"It looks impressive. If I were the boss, I would write an eighteen branch, which is enough." Jiang Yuduo said.

"People want to ask you where are the seventeen?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Hello, this is our first branch into the city's catering industry," Jiang Yuduo lifted the curtain. "Does it smell good?"

The heat from the curtains and the scent of peppers and peppers made him suddenly hungry.

Jiang Yu grabbed a small table in Keli: "Just here, it's a bit crowded, but you don't have to fight the table with others."

"Is there anyone at this shop fighting for the table?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Don't look down on the shop," Jiang Yuduo took the menu and ticked up quickly. "Will you please?"

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

Jiang Yuduo made a fuss, and then shouted, "Waiter!"

Cheng Kezheng took the chopsticks to unpack it. His voice shook his hand. The chopsticks flew directly through the packaging bag and landed on the ground.

"Take another pair of chopsticks!" Jiang Yuduo shouted again.

"It's so good--" I don't know which waiter responded to him at the same volume.

The area of ​​this shop is not large. It looks like two or thirty tables. There are still a few tables left, but the shop is full of people. It feels like everyone is shouting and laughing.

Cheng Ke was a bit veiled in the whole person. The diffused heat and fragrance seemed to be people up, down, left, and right. All kinds of sounds were ringing, and another sentence could not be heard clearly.

But this tumultuous atmosphere didn't make him irritable, but it was somewhat novel and somewhat inexplicable.

It wasn't until the dishes were up that Jiang Yuduo stretched out his hand on his forehead before he recovered.

"I'm rushing!" Jiang Yuzhuo poured him a full glass of wine.

"Good." Cheng Ke nodded.

Jiang Yuduo grabbed a plate of meat and poured it into the pot, and he suddenly remembered that this man was a wild starving party in his last life to eat hot pot.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Yuduohong said, "I'm getting old later!"

"...Wouldn't you be old if you put a little rest on it?" Cheng Ke was helpless and took a piece of chopstick meat from the pot.

"That's boring," Jiang Yuduo took a colander in the pan and poured a large spoonful of meat into his bowl. "Eat the meat, you have to stuff your mouth."

Cheng Ke hesitated, wrapped Jiang Yu's meat into his bowl, wrapped it in the dip, and stuffed it all into his mouth.

"Are you cool?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"...Can't chew," Cheng Ke said, wringing his eyebrows with a mouthful of meat, "I fuck...hot..."

Jiang Yuduo rushed at him for a while.

After a few big mouthfuls of meat, Cheng Ke put down his chopsticks and took a sip of wine.

Shuang is really cool, because the cheeks are tired, and after a few bites, he feels full...

"What do you want to say on the subway?" He looked at Jiang Yuduo.

Jiang Yuduo took a sip of wine and leaned on the table to join him: "You..."

Cheng Ke looked at him.

"You used to..." Jiang Yuduo said it was harder than he had just eaten meat. "I have had a boy...friend, haven't you?"

Cheng Ke narrowed his eyes: "Just ask this?"

"No," Jiang Yu snatched a bit, picked up a plate of meat and poured it into the pot, holding the spoon while stirring, and said, "Just, your brother said that all you like are... the kind..."

Cheng Ke took a sip of the wine slowly with a glass and listened to him patiently.

"Just like that," Jiang Yu grabbed his teeth, "Pretty little cute?"

Cheng Ke choked and hurried to the beginning.

"Is that the case?" Jiang Yu grabbed him a spoonful of meat, "Shemale..."

"What?" Cheng Ke coughed twice, feeling that his voice came out with a question mark, with a twist.

Jiang Yuduo suddenly said even harder: "Pretty... lovely one..."

"Shut up!" Cheng Ke chopped off his demon word with his voice, "Is Jiang Yuduo **** you a fool?"

"I'm not **** gay," Jiang Yuzhuo stared, "I don't know what you all taste! I want to know if I still ask you!"

Cheng Ke took a sip of wine and gave himself a shock. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Cheng Yi said?"

"He didn't say anyone... he said beautiful little cute." Jiang Yuduo poured him wine.

Cheng Ke sighed.

"He probably thought I..." Jiang Yu grabbed his throat, "So I want to stimulate me."

"Do you think you are my new boyfriend?" Cheng Ke smiled.

"Well," Jiang Yu grabbed his head, probably relaxed after asking the exit, and his usual expression returned to his face, "Your younger brother, very insidious, has this copy, I will not let you go, I want It’s really your new boyfriend. I’m unhappy after hearing this.”

"What's wrong with this, can't I change the taste yet." Cheng Ke said.

"...My mother is not your boyfriend, you change the taste of fart?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

Cheng Ke smiled and did not speak.

"Hey," Jiang Yuduo took two bites and couldn't help but came together, "Is it true?"

"What?" Cheng Ke looked at him. "Pretty little cute?"

"Huh." Jiang Yu nodded.

"Yeah." Cheng Ke took a sip of wine.

"I don't quite understand it," Jiang Yuduo raised his eyebrows. "You like that, why don't you find a girl, any girl is more beautiful and cute than men?"

"The girl didn't handle it." Cheng Ke was stunned with Jiang Yuduo.

He quickly glanced at the wine glass, which was the second glass, and he quickly glanced at the wine bottle.

This **** should be a fake bottle of wine.

"I really..." Jiang Yuzhuo glared at him, "underestimate you."

"You're welcome." Cheng Ke raised his toast, and took another sip of wine in shock.

The environment can really change a person.

In this case, he hasn't even spoken in his mind for the past 27 years.

Jiang Yuduo was probably shocked, and looked down at him after eating a few bites of meat.

"Is there anything else that I need to explain to you?" Cheng Ke asked.

"It's gone," Jiang Yuduo said. "It's a little bit incomprehensible. It's all the same. There's no sense of mystery. What's the point?"

"I can't tell you this," Cheng Ke said. People in the past will not react when they know it. No matter whether it is acceptable or not, out of politeness, no one will step on politeness under their feet and have a thirsty for knowledge. Asked him inquiringly, watching Jiang Yuduo like this, he didn't feel disgusted, but he found it very interesting, "Would you like to find a beautiful little cute to try it."

"Fuck|Your uncle," Jiang Yuduo leaned back on the back of the chair, "less **** disgusting me."

People who step on politeness under their feet are sometimes cute, but sometimes they make people feel their waists flash.

Jiang Yuduo's straightforward and sincere response, to be honest, hurt Cheng Ke a little.

"I still have this idea," he smiled. "Unfortunately, I have no uncle."

Jiang Yuduo watched him silent.

Cheng Ke didn't talk about it anymore, took the glass and took a sip of wine, slurped some green vegetables in the pot.

"Cheng Ke," Jiang Yuduo froze for a while and then pulled the chair to his side. "Are you angry?"

"No," Cheng Ke said, "I was so angry that I was mad at it ten years ago."

"I'm not saying you are disgusting," Jiang Yuduo whispered, "If you are like that, I just... don't feel sick, and suddenly put me on the ground, I'm kind of... disgusting."

"Well," Cheng Ke glanced at him, "eat yours."