Antidote

Before seeing it with his own eyes, even if Cheng Ke had already determined that Chen Qing was a black box guardian, he would not have imagined that he could be weak to such a degree.

Cheng Ke felt that these dozen steps were extremely long.

In these dozen steps, he saw that Jiang Yuduo was hit by an elbow on his back, and Jiang Yuduo also hit his backhand with the same elbow hit his nose. The nosebleed only splashed when the man threw his head back Of course, I also saw Balipu not knowing where to draw a knife.

Although Cheng Ke doesn't know much about the specific form of this kind of mixed fight, but he also knows that it is not easy to use a knife. Unlike a boxer, it is too easy to use a knife.

But Jiang Yuduo's next move made Cheng Ke seem to understand how he got to the boss position.

Jiang Yuduo, who was facing sideways, didn't know which part of the eye he saw the knife in. He reached out and grabbed the blade, and then held the blade and pushed it in the opposite direction.

The knife flew out of Balipu's hand and landed on the ground next to it.

Cheng Ke only felt a sharp pain in his palm at this moment.

Ba Shao didn't control the knife, and suddenly raised his elbow to Jiang Yuduo's shoulder and wanted to smash it down again. If this hit, Jiang Yu would at least kneel on one knee and change to Chen Qing, it was estimated that he had to lie down .

But before his elbow fell, Jiang Yuduo's elbow had smashed on his lower abdomen, and the cry of the eight-paw was squeezed out from the depth of the abdominal cavity, with the pain of tears.

The man who fought hard in Chen Qing's car lifted his foot to step on Chen Qing's stomach, Cheng Ke rushed to it, kicked the man directly by his inertial feet, and fell to the ground, rolling out two or three meters.

But after the screaming of the eight skimmers over there temporarily lost combat effectiveness, another one rushed over and picked up the knife on the ground.

Cheng Kezheng wanted to remind Jiang Yuduo to be careful. Jiang Yuduo had already stepped over. When the man had not straightened up, his arm stretched over his shoulder and wrapped around the man's chin.

"Jiang Yuduo!" Cheng Ke roared.

This action made him froze, and the cold quickly rushed from the soles of his feet to his head, his mind blank.

Jiang Yuduo didn't hear his voice. He pulled the man's chin and pulled the other hand on his other shoulder. The man suddenly spun around in the air like a gyro. His face fell to the ground.

Cheng Ke rushed to grab Jiang Yuduo's arm and dragged him back two steps.

Jiang Yuduo turned his face only then, staring at him for a while: "I told you to run."

Cheng Ke wanted to say something, but failed to say it, Jiang Yuduo's eyes were as cold as he just did.

He turned his head and looked behind him again.

Ba Hip moaned painfully on the ground, covering his stomach, and the gyro lay on the ground and chrysled twice, and then stopped moving.

The person who was kicked by Cheng Ke climbed up, Chen Qing jumped from the ground and hit him, knocking him to the ground again.

"You," Jiang Yuduo pointed to the one who had just been hit, "Can you move?"

The man sat on the ground, shook his head after hesitating for a while.

"Can't?" Jiang Yu grabbed his head.

The man was stunned, and nodded quickly.

"Call to tell the people over there," Jiang Yuduo said. "I arrived five minutes later. If they didn't leave when I arrived, then don't leave today."

The man looked at the eight skimmers and pupae and took out his mobile phone.

"Go." Jiang Yuduo picked up the bag thrown by Cheng Ke to the side, grabbed Cheng Ke's arm, and led him to the side road.

"That man..." Cheng Ke felt a little uneasy, turned his head and looked at the man on the ground.

"It's dizzy," Jiang Yuduo turned his face and looked at him. "Do you think I'll break his neck?"

Cheng Ke frowned and didn't speak.

"Impossible, the third brother has a lot of hands," Chen Qing said while flicking his arms and legs, "I haven't put a heavy hand on anyone for so many years."

Cheng Ke was speechless.

After walking through the path, Jiang Yuduo stopped and looked at Cheng Ke.

"I'm going home." Cheng Ke reached for his bag.

When he saw Jiang Yu grabbed his hand full of blood, he suddenly remembered that before Jiang Yu grabbed his empty hand... No, the scene when he grabbed the white blade empty-handed, he suddenly felt his hands were a little soft.

"Forget it," Jiang Yuduo moved the bag behind him. "You follow me and take a taxi back in a while."

"This injury can be dealt with." Cheng Ke said.

"Just go to Sister Qian for a while," Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke's mind was quite confused at the moment, and he didn't say much. He continued to follow him.

It didn't take long for the road to pass through, and I arrived at another small street that looked like the street that Jiang Yu captured.

It is also a variety of health and disability homes and **** early childhood education, as well as early shop and grocery store.

Jiang Yuduo stopped in front of a door without a sign.

"Over there." Chen Qing lifted his chin to the front.

Cheng Ke looked over there, and several people with arms were standing beside the poles more than a dozen meters away, those who should be eight-handed.

Jiang Yu grabbed a glance at them and entered the shop without a brand.

"Go in," Chen Qing whispered next to Cheng Ke, "they would dare to come and do it without going inside."

Cheng Ke followed into the store.

This is a chess and card room, four or five card tables, a mahjong table was overturned on the ground, Mahjong scattered the ground.

There were several people in it, either sitting or standing, not playing cards.

Cheng Ke looked at it, a few of them should be playing cards, and a few were under Jiang Yuduo's men, who recognized Da Bin.

"Third Brother," Da Bin came over, "Are you all right?"

"It's all right," Jiang Yuduo said.

"How to get those outside?" Da Bin asked.

"Push away," Jiang Yuduo said, "try not to do anything."

Dabin nodded and took a few little brothers out.

"This matter really has to be solved by the youngest three." said a man standing in the corner.

"Little **** fart here!" A woman's voice yelled violently, "You're here for a thousand, you **** don't want to live!"

Cheng Ke was startled, only then saw a woman standing in front of the tea room.

It looks like he is in his early forties, tall and tall, and should be pretty when he was young, but at first glance, he knew that it was not very annoying and could scold you like kneeling down.

This should be the owner of the house he rented, Lu Qian, Jiang Yuduo, the sister they said.

"I didn't..." The man wanted to argue.

"Take out the money!" Lucie pointed at him. "Search for me, there's nothing left!"

"I don't have any money!" the man shouted. "Youngest! Youngest! You can't make your sister so unreasonable!"

"Qing'er," Jiang Yu snatched his mouth, "he said another word and threw him away."

"Good." Chen Qing flicked his neck and clicked.

The man lost his voice, and under the command of Lucie, several players in the house turned over his money.

"I'll put my words here today," Lucie said. "Playing cards is a happy picture. Whoever dares to be impractical here, I will make your family feel bad!"

The man didn't speak and tried to walk to the door by the wall.

"Am I letting you go!" Lucie glared at him. "Without you today, the eight-handed man can get me this one? You want to go now? You think it's wonderful!"

"Then what am I going to do! Isn't there anything serious happening?" The man was very ashamed, "Sister Qian, I am also an old guest..."

"Old customer, you give me such a play!" Lucy said, "My table is broken! The chairs are scattered!"

"My money is there," the man said.

"This is what you don't do today, two yards!" Lu Qian said. "Tomorrow, before five o'clock in the afternoon, the money will be sent to me. Before five o'clock, I will try to see the money."

To be honest, Cheng Ke had never seen such a scene, and he was stunned all the way until Lucy made a 3,000 price. After the man left with great discomfort, he eased over.

The people in the room lifted up the table and chairs, and put the mahjong back on the table.

Chen Qing took a medicine box and cleaned Jiang Yuduo's hand. The bandage was finished. Cheng Ke felt that Chen Qing's bandaging technique was good and stronger than Jiang Yuduo's.

However, this injury was not as scary as Cheng Ke imagined. Jiang Yuduo's hand did not move after grabbing the knife, so his mouth was not deep, but his squeamish platelets were not contentious, and the blood bleed a little, and the ground was dripping a lot.

"Where did it hurt?" Lu Qian asked Jiang Yuduo.

"No," Jiang Yuduo said.

"Is this your friend?" Lucie looked at Cheng Ke again.

"Well, it was him who rented your house," Jiang Yuduo said, "Cheng Ke."

Cheng Ke nodded at Lucy, not knowing what to say, and simply kept silent.

Lucy frowned: "How do you pull a serious person in!"

"It wasn't intentional," Chen Qing said next to him. "He came over to pay the rent, and when he went out, he blocked Bashi."

"Eight skimmers are blocking you?" Lucie was surprised.

"It's all right," Jiang Yuduo said. "He doesn't dare to do anything anymore."

"Hurry to send someone back," Lucie waved, "Don't pester here."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"Cheng Ke, isn't it?" Lu Qian turned to look at Cheng Ke again. "Why are you still mixed with them? Later, you will pay the rent for the third son to come and collect it. Don't come over."

"Ah." Cheng Ke nodded.

"How about your car?" Lu Qian looked at Chen Qing, "Send someone back."

"Don't drive, you can't turn your car in here," Chen Qing said.

"Are you driving an aircraft carrier? You can't turn your head and you don't know to go out from the front!" Lucy said.

"I'll drive the car." Chen Qing sighed and turned to walk quickly to the door.

"Just take a taxi," Jiang Yuduo said, taking Cheng Ke's rent out of his pocket and handing it to Lucie, "Here."

"You hold these, and give them to me next month," Lucie waved. "Hurry up, I'm staring at your bunch of people."

Cheng Ke then noticed that the couple of Da Bin didn't know when they had all come back, all blocked at the door.

After going out, Jiang Yuduo let Dabin's couple go away, and let Chen Qing go back first.

"You sent him alone?" Chen Qing asked.

"You are no different," Jiang Yuduo said. "Aren't you on duty today at four?"

"...All right." Chen Qing nodded and turned away.

Jiang Yuduo pointed the other end of the way: "Go over there, it's the street, and you can drive a car."

"No taxi." Cheng Ke said.

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Is there any trouble?" Cheng Ke asked.

"No," Jiang Yuduo said, "I mainly see that you seem to be particularly reluctant to walk."

"Let's go," Cheng Ke pulled the zipper to his head and buckled his hat to his head. "I'll be motion sick while riding in a car."

"Good." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Your hand..." Cheng Ke looked at his hand, and blood had oozed out from under the gauze again, a few blood ideas.

"It's okay," Jiang Yuduo raised his hand and looked at it. "I didn't feel any pain."

After walking to the street, I felt that the north wind wasn't so anxious. Cheng Ke took a deep breath with his back and then let out a long breath.

But he didn't speak to Jiang Yuduo.

Jiang Yuduo didn't know why he was silent. Anyway, he didn't speak much from yesterday's meal to just now.

He didn't speak because he wanted to say too much, and his mind was full of the images of Jiang Yu grabbing those few people, interspersed with the general protector pedaling his bicycle.

"That bastard," Cheng Ke asked after another paragraph, "Where's the injury? Broken intestine? Cracked bladder?"

"...I don't know," Jiang Yuduo turned his head. "I didn't use too much energy. Don't help me here."

Cheng Ke smiled.

"Are you cold?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Cold," Cheng Ke said, "but don't want to take a taxi."

"I'm not asking you to take a taxi," Jiang Yuduo pointed to the front. "I'm asking you to drink hot."

"What?" Cheng Ke looked forward, a row of beautifully decorated shops, coffee milk tea desserts.

"Fresh **** hits milk." Jiang Yuduo said.

"What hit you?" Cheng Ke froze for a moment, "Is fresh ginger?"

"Well, hit the milk." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke hesitated and followed Jiang Yuduo into a small shop. It sounded a bit uncivilized, but he wanted to try it somehow.

In fact, the fresh **** was smashed and mixed with milk.

It looks very simple and civilized, and it doesn't taste good at all.

"Try it." Jiang Yuduo handed him the cup, looking forward.

Cheng Ke is too familiar with his appearance. Every time Jiang Yuduo asks him to taste something, it will be the expression of expectation. It looks special... naive and sincere.

Especially now, after Cheng Ke watched his eyes indifferently twisting people into gyros, the contrast was somewhat strong.

So he took the glass and took a sip.

He didn’t like drinking milk tea, and he didn’t like to eat ginger, let alone eat **** foam, but in the face of Jiang Yuduo’s eyes, he decided when he took the sip, no matter how much. It tastes bad, he has to say it tastes good.

"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"It's delicious," Cheng Ke replied. What surprised him was that the answer was actually sincere. He took another sip. "Well, it's delicious."

"I don't like to eat ginger," Jiang Yuduo took another drink and took a big sip. "But I think this tastes good, and **** is not heavy."

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

When they came out of the milk tea shop, the two of them still had nothing to say, but the atmosphere was not as stiff as before.

When returning to the downstairs of the community, Cheng Ke hesitated: "Go up and sit?"

Jiang Yuduo looked at him without speaking.

"Then you go back," Cheng Ke estimated that he was unwilling and felt a little awkward when he asked this question. He turned and walked to the elevator, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jiang Yuduo answered.

This answer made Cheng Ke not even want to go back, glared at the elevator door after pressing the elevator button.

The elevator came down quickly, the door hit him, and he walked in.

As soon as I turned around, there was a person behind me, walking into the elevator almost behind him.

He was taken aback, and he staggered a step back. When he looked at the past, he found out that it was Jiang Yuduo.

"Fuck?" Cheng Ke looked at him, "Did you leave?"

"Aren't you letting me sit up?" Jiang Yuduo pressed the floor and glanced at him. "You're really dull, don't you feel that I have been standing behind you?"

"...No." Cheng Ke said.

"Someone really wants to attack you," Jiang Yuduo said. "You don't think you can stop even one move."

"Who will attack me if I'm fine?" Cheng Ke said.

After speaking, I remembered Jiang Yuduo's words and the days when he walked downstairs.

"Are you talking about them, are they?" he asked.

"No." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Who is that?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"They haven't been here again in the past few days," Jiang Yuduo didn't answer directly. "I'm still surprised."

Cheng Ke couldn't ask any more, he could only be silent.

After entering the house, Jiang Yuluo took off his coat and turned around in the living room: "Is this a safe?"

"Which?" Cheng Ke turned his head and saw him standing in front of the wine cabinet. "Which safe is transparent? Who put the wine in the safe?"

"Oh, wine bar, right," Jiang Yuduo bent over and looked, "I'm not saying, young master, haven't even got three hundred pieces of red wine here?"

"The supermarket took it casually," Cheng Ke laughed. "Are you so clear about the price?"

"It's not clear how expensive you are," Jiang Yuduo sat on the sofa. "I still know the supermarket goods well. I go shopping every week."

Cheng Ke looked at him. Sometimes he thought that Jiang Yuduo was a very complicated person. In addition to the look he looked forward to when recommending food, he was also not able to put Jiang Yuduohe into a supermarket to push a shopping cart every week Jiang Yuduo, who fought the people in the street just now, was connected.

"I want to drink water." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Oh," Cheng Ke quickly took the cup and walked to the straight drink machine, "I forgot."

"I'm playing." Jiang Yu snatched up and followed.

"What are you playing with?" Cheng Ke froze.

"This water dispenser," Jiang Yuduo grabbed the cup. "Is this **** the faucet?"

"Yes." Cheng Ke looked at him.

Jiang Yuduo put the cup under the faucet, turned on the water, and immediately bent down to open the door under the sink and looked in: "Oh, just filter from the machine below."

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

It wasn't until the water was full that Jiang Yuduo closed the door and took a sip of the cup: "This is very convenient."

Cheng Ke looked at him without speaking, and after a while asked: "You asked me to teach you Taekwondo that day?"

"Uh," Jiang Yu nodded. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Cheng Ke smiled. "I think it's really a fight, I can't beat you."

"Too worthy of me," Jiang Yu snatched against the pool, "I didn't take advantage of our last fight..."

"I mean playing like today." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo took a sip of water and said nothing.

"Why let me run?" Cheng Ke asked, "Also let me call the police? None of them are your opponents."

"In case." Jiang Yuduo said.

"What in case?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"In case it can't be beaten," Jiang Yu grabbed his frown. "I haven't touched Ba Ba before, and he's not fooling around here."

Cheng Ke didn't know what it was like in his heart.

"Without you, I'm sure I won't let the police," Jiang Yu grabbed a cigarette, "You are not like us."

"Oh." Cheng Ke sighed softly, and thought about it, but still couldn't help but asked, "You... always fight like this..."

"Look at who you meet." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I actually wanted to ask... Where did you learn those tricks?" Cheng Ke asked. Ordinary street gangsters have fought a lot of life, and they may not be able to realize such skills.

Jiang Yuduo was silent for a while and smoked a cigarette: "I can remember that it was just a fight."

Cheng Ke felt that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Cheng Ke," Jiang Yuduo put down the glass, "I... just, I just want to ask."

"What do you want to ask?" Cheng Ke felt helpless as soon as he heard this question.

"You yesterday," Jiang Yu robbed his throat, "Are you angry?"

Cheng Ke stunned for two seconds and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, I was not angry yesterday, and I am not angry now."

"...Oh," Jiang Yuduo cleared his throat again, and stood up straight as determined. "I'm sorry."

"Ah." Cheng Ke froze again.

"I really didn't want to say you were disgusting. Chen Qing was so stupid, and I didn't disgust him." Jiang Yuduo said, "I treat you as a friend."

Cheng Ke didn't quite understand his logic of comparing Chen Qing, but he moved slightly.

"Friend?" He looked at Jiang Yuduo.

"Well." Jiang Yu snatched his head and fell a slop of soot from the cigarette he was holding. He took the cigarette and nodded again.