Antidote

In Xu Ding's house, the sofa is probably the most comfortable. Cheng Ke slept on the sofa for several days, and actually felt more sleepy than when he was at home.

Maybe it’s because he’s not at home, after all, he slept soundly on the table in McDonald’s.

He sat on the sofa, rubbed his face, glanced over to the bedroom, and found that there was no one in the bed, and Xu Ding's luggage had also been taken away.

"Xuding!" he shouted.

Confirming that Xu Ding was indeed not in this room, he stood up, stretched his waist, and slowly walked into the bathroom.

There was nothing in the bathroom before. After all, this house was unoccupied. Usually, there was only a part-time work to clean it. There are indeed a lot of things that are not bought.

He seldom buys daily necessities. In general, his mother will let him replace it when he runs out. What he uses and what he changes is unclear, and the sense of use is completely the same.

This time when I entered the supermarket myself, I picked large bottles and various types of goods, which seemed to be more cost-effective.

Looking at it now, it is no wonder that Xu Ding has to ask a question specifically, which is a bit inexplicable, and I hope Xu Ding does not feel that he is going to leave here.

Cheng Ke looked at the time on his cell phone, made a phone call to the agent, and made an appointment after an hour to see the house.

Next, he had to eat early. He didn’t eat it last night. At this time, he was really hungry, but even if he became hungry, he didn’t know what he wanted to eat.

Going out and walking back and forth along the street at the entrance of the community, he finally walked into a small pizza shop.

Ordered a cup of coffee and a seafood pizza.

He seldom eats outside early in his memory. In his memory, after getting up every morning, the restaurant will have a neatly arranged breakfast, which is basically the same for half a month.

However, they are not his favorite food, even if it is not the same, they are still mainly Western food, he feels that he actually prefers soy milk fritters tofu brain.

Cheng Ke looked at the coffee and pizza in front of him and didn't quite understand why he finally ate these things.

The intermediary drove the car and stopped beside him: "Mr. Cheng? I'm Xiao Zhang."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded.

Xiao Zhang glanced up and down at him: "Get in the car, let me show you, there are three houses, you can choose one."

"Thank you." Cheng Ke got in the car.

There is a smell in the car, which is theoretically scent, but because it is too strong, Cheng Ke can almost smell the alcohol. He opened the car window.

For him, the feeling of being the first to leave the house is to travel.

"Ask your psychological price before," Xiao Zhang said while driving. "Do you have a general concept? The prices of the three houses are different today. If you have a rough idea, we will start from the house closest to your request. Start."

"No," Cheng Ke answered very honestly, "I only have requirements for the house."

"...Okay," Xiao Zhang nodded. "Then what do you ask of the house?"

"It's bigger, it's cleaner, and it's more convenient," Cheng Ke said. "The neighborhood has a better environment."

"Then the price is not low." Xiao Zhang said.

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

He wanted to tell Xiao Zhang very much that he had no idea about renting a house, and he didn’t even know what kind of house was at what price.

The first house is a two-bedroom house. The environment and traffic in the community are not bad. If you enter the house without a process, you will feel uncomfortable. The distance between the buildings is too small. From the station window, he can see what the pillows in the bedroom opposite are. of.

And the house is not too new. The wall is still covered with wallpaper. He likes big white walls.

"How is it?" Xiao Zhang asked, "This house should almost match your..."

"Is there a newer house than this?" Cheng Ke asked.

"It's been just two years since this suite took the key," Xiao Zhang said. "If you think it's old, it's almost a new house."

"Well," Cheng Ke walked over to the door. "Then check out the new house."

"Okay," Xiao Zhang slapped. "What does Mr. Cheng do?"

Cheng Ke didn't speak, feeling that he didn't know how to answer for a moment. He had never been asked such a question.

He usually has those wine and meat friends. Even if they are new, they will not inquire about each other. They may not be all idlers like him, but no one has any specific work.

He hesitated for a few seconds and chose silence.

"I don't mean anything else, Mr. Cheng," Xiao Zhang took him down the stairs and said, "I asked this owner mainly for the landlord. The landlord has a lot of requests for tenants for this new house."

"Oh," Cheng Ke thought about it, only to report the only "work" he would do, "Sand Painting."

"Sell the sofa?" Xiao Zhang asked.

"Sand painting," Cheng Ke explained, "is to paint with sand."

"Oh! Sand painting! I know I know!" Xiao Zhang Yitong nodded, "Then you are an artist, sand painting is particularly powerful."

Cheng Ke smiled and did not speak.

"It's a pity," Xiao Zhang said, "I'll be gone if I draw for a long time."

"Well," Cheng Ke got on the bus and changed the subject. "What else does the landlord ask?"

"There is a decent job," Xiao Zhang said, "love clean, live a regular life, don't take people home, don't rent to couples, you can get married, but you can't have children."

"...Oh, I'm single." Cheng Ke doesn't know if these requirements are very unique, but he should meet them.

When he saw the house, Cheng Ke felt relieved and no longer had to run the third set.

The house is on the top floor, with a terrace facing the garden of the community. The decoration is also very simple, with wooden floors and white walls, and simple furniture.

The only thing that makes Cheng Ke a little uncomfortable is that this house is only two streets away from the place where he was stabbed in the trash bin a few days ago.

He was a bit hesitant to find, Xiao Zhang Yitong recommended, prosperous area, there are all kinds of shopping malls and supermarkets, nightlife is also rich, restaurants, bars and nightclubs are all available.

"Not to mention the traffic, the subway entrance is next to it, and there are many bus lines. When you enter the station, you can block the road," Xiao Zhang said. "Want to go anywhere..."

"That's it." Cheng Ke interrupted Xiao Zhang's words, and Xiao Zhang didn't stop talking all the way, so much he couldn't bear it.

"That line, let me tell you something specific," Xiao Zhang continued in a series. "If you want to buy new furniture and new appliances in the house, you should discuss with the landlord in advance. You can't keep small animals, you can't change the lock yourself, things are broken. Can’t fix it by yourself, tell the landlord..."

Cheng Ke felt that his head was very heavy, and he couldn’t hear what Xiao Zhang was saying when he sat on the sofa. He didn’t know if Xiao Zhang was too annoying or the landlord was too elliptical, and he was still in trouble. Arbitrarily

"What is three bets?" Cheng Ke asked.

"... charge three months' rent, and then pay the rent once a month." Xiao Zhang explained.

"Oh," Cheng Ke thought for a while, "I just pay it for a few months or half a year."

"No, the landlord demanded monthly payment." Xiao Zhang said.

"Why?" Cheng Ke froze.

"It's convenient to increase the rent," Xiao Zhang answered honestly, "It's easier to deal with it if you don't want to rent it."

"...Oh." Cheng Ke was still a little confused.

Jiang Yuduo leaned against the window with a cigarette, looking at the cards in Lucie's hand. Lucie touched the cards on the right side one by one, and she didn't decide which one to play.

Finally took Zhang Erwan to throw, Jiang Yuduo kicked her back: "Send money."

"No, sir, what do you mean?" Liu Xi's next brother Liu patted the table very uncomfortably. "Shut up if you want, come up and fight on your own, command a fart here!"

"I'm going to fight, your house lost to me more than 80 times." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Do you understand the real gentleman?" Liu Ge stared at him.

"It's just a gamble, don't talk about yourself so elegantly." Jiang Yuzhuo smiled.

"Hey, yes! You still know it's a gamble!" Liu Ge shouted.

"I've done it," Lu Qian patted Liu Ge's shoulder and turned back to Jiang Yu grabbing and waved his hand. "Don't follow the command here, go around outside."

"Let's go," Jiang Yuduo stretched out, walked to the door, and threw a pack of cigarettes at his hand when passing Liu, "Liu got rich."

"Your boy, always like this!" Brother Liu put his cigarette into his pocket, "If you are angry, you will coax."

"Then do you want me to coax," Jiang Yuduo stretched out his hand, "If you don't coax, you will pay me back."

"Go around outside!" Brother Liu patted the table.

Jiang Yuduo smiled, opened the door, and went out.

He doesn't like to watch Lucie's cards. He hasn't grown at all after playing cards for so many years. He is a complete boy.

Today, he was supposed to go to Building 1 for a transfer. On that day, the family on the second floor burst into tears and asked to pay the rent one month later, saying that there was really no money. Jiang Yuduo agreed, but he still had to go around for a warning today. .

In fact, according to his habit, he would not agree to slow down for another month. He felt that he was not very sympathetic. When he saw this kind of person struggling on the survival line, he sometimes felt very annoying.

Xu Xu reminded him of some past, who is more miserable than others, and someone will always live worse than you in a way you can't think of.

However, this is Lucy’s house, so you have to follow Lucy’s idea. Lucy is a tofu with a knife in her mouth. Someone owed her eight months of rent before, but she didn’t give it in the end. When she ran away, she ran the table away, Lucy. After three days of scolding, the words and sentences are all iron and mud, but some people want to owe rent, and she will generally give allowances.

When he refused to leave at the beginning, Lucy also threw all the work to him like a bully, and he was afraid that he would not be tired, but in the end, he was not driven away and returned to him. money……

The ringtone of the phone rang, interrupting Jiang Yuduo's memories. He took a look at the phone. It was a strange number. He subconsciously looked around and then turned his back against a wall before picking it up. phone.

"Mr. Jiang?" came a male voice over there.

"Who." Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I am Xiao Zhang, an intermediary. You have come to us to register a house before," Xiao Zhang said, "Is it convenient for you to come here now? There is a tenant here, is it convenient for you to sign the contract?"

"Tomorrow." Jiang Yuduo said.

"That's the case, this tenant is more anxious. I want to live tonight. Such a simple tenant is also very rare," Xiao Zhang said. "You see there are many demands on your side, this price is not at all. Press it and agree..."

Jiang Yuzhuo frowned: "Does this person meet the requirements?"

"The artist, single, looks particularly clean," Xiao Zhang said, "a gentleman in his twenties."

Jiang Yuduo continued to frown, man? Still eager to live in? Sign a contract now? Can't wait for tomorrow? It sounds like a problem.

"Mr. Jiang?" Xiao Zhang called him over there.

"Okay, wait, I will go now." Jiang Yuduo hung up the phone and dialed Chen Qing again. "Do you have a car now? Come and send me to my sister's new house."

"Yes, it's just a Cayenne, isn't it big enough?" Chen Qing said, "Shall I get a truck?"

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak. Before yelling at Chen Qing, he tried hard to understand the meaning of Chen Qing's two sentences, but he didn't succeed in the end.

He tried to control his tone and calm his voice: "What the **** are you talking about?"

"Can't you move your luggage? A bunch of things, Cayenne can't put it down." Chen Qing said.

Jiang Yuduo had the urge to grab a person from the street to come and have a meal. He gritted his teeth: "No, you come first, open the Cayenne, I'm downstairs in the card room."

"Okay." Chen Qing is very simple, "Arrive immediately."

A fast Cayenne quickly turned from the intersection and stopped beside Jiang Yuduo.

Before waiting for Chen Qing to open the door, Jiang Yuduo rushed over and opened the cab door, grabbing Chen Qing's arm and flicking a few slaps on his back.

"What move?" Jiang Yuduo yelled on his ear. "What car do you drive! You go to work in the moving company!"

"I'm leaning!" Chen Qing covered her ears, "You said go to Sister Qian's new house! Let me drive by! Didn't you just say that last time you moved!"

"Go to sign a rental contract!" Jiang Yu grabbed his hand and shouted again.

"Got it," Chen Qing lay on the steering wheel, his fingers in his ears, "Three brothers, give a way to live."

"You give me a way to live," Jiang Yu grabbed the car, sat on the co-pilot, and sighed while wearing a seat belt. "This day and day, I live like time and space, and no one can match the channel. ."

"Has the house been rented out?" Chen Qing drove out the car.

"Well," Jiang Yu grabbed a cigarette, "said to be an artist."

"That should be quite rich," Chen Qing nodded. "No rent will be owed."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

"Not necessarily," Chen Qing thought for a while. "You said that Jaeger-LeCoultre, dressed so decently, wearing a watch with a price of more than 100,000 yuan, and also taking out the trash, is it considered performance art?"

"Shut up and look at the lights." Jiang Yuduo turned on the radio and turned up the sound.

Chen Qing probably couldn't get out of Cheng Ke's perception that he was a homeless man who took the rubbish, and Jiang Yuduo panicked for Cheng Ke.

Thinking of Cheng Ke, he was a little confused. What is this man for?

Recently, I haven't noticed that someone is following me. The only suspicious thing is Cheng Ke, but Cheng Ke looks at someone who doesn't seem to be able to do anything.

Are high-quality fool handsome guys popular among thugs now?

However, the renting is now even more suspicious than Cheng Ke.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head and looked at Chen Qing: "Is there anything going on here recently?"

"No," Chen Qing shook his head. "It's quite a stop. It's all a little bit of shit, but Zhang Daqi's money has not been given to the dog. The dog is depressed every day."

"I'll go tomorrow," Jiang Yuduo said. "The dog hasn't done much, and three thousand dollars can insomnia for a month."

"Can that be the same as you, how much money do you have, how much money does he have, he is used to the whole family at home, you..." Chen Qing swallowed, "I will go tomorrow, it is inappropriate for you to go here , This style of Zhang Daqi is not worthy of you to go in person."

Jiang Yuduo responded, did not speak again, and turned to look out the window.

"How long will it take to arrive?" Cheng Ke sat on the sofa, pressing the phone boringly, turning off the screen, and then turning on...

His mobile phone was empty, and he didn't even have a little game to pass the time, but the old mobile phone was similar. In addition to answering the phone, he occasionally paid for it, and there was no sense of existence in other times.

After all, there aren't many times when you are dazed with a stranger.

"It should be here soon," Xiao Zhang said, "not far away."

Just after this, the elevator outside the door rang and someone came out.

Cheng Ke breathed a sigh of relief, put the phone back in his pocket, and was about to stand up, stunned as soon as he looked up.

"Hurry, I still have..." Jiang Yuduo walked into the house, his eyes turned from Xiao Zhang's face, and he was stunned. "Things."

"What the fuck? Jaeger-LeCoultre?" Chen Qing, the general guardian, came in behind him, and at the moment of seeing Cheng Ke, he loudly announced this brand that he probably would never forget.

"This is knowing?" Xiao Zhang was also surprised.

"I don't know." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke spoke with him at the same time: "I don't know."

"Ah," Xiao Zhang laughed awkwardly and rubbed his hands. "Then... now let's take a look at the contract together and sign it?"

"Don't look at it." Cheng Ke just wanted to quickly end the situation in front of him.

"Okay." Jiang Yu grabbed a chair and sat down at the table.

"...Okay." Cheng Ke accepted the contract that Xiao Zhang handed over.

In fact, at the moment when he saw Jiang Yuduo, he was very eager to pull his legs away and leave without taking his head back.

But in the end he still clenched his teeth.

He is very satisfied with the house, he needs to settle himself immediately.

Jiang Yuduo also owed him a knife.

"This contract is signed by you two directly, and our agent is just to prove it," Xiao Zhang said, "we are very formal, please rest assured."

Cheng Ke took the contract silently and looked at it seriously, but didn't read a word.

"Did you tell him all?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Yes." Xiao Zhang said.

"What requirements?" Cheng Keshun asked.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang was suddenly nervous. "Mr. Cheng, just, just me, what I told you."

"Oh," Cheng Ke nodded. "Say."

"Only you can live in this house. Flowers, birds, fishes, cats, dogs and people other than you can't live," Jiang Yuduo said. "Move anything in this house, you have to follow me first. Trick..."

"Okay," Cheng Ke flicked the contract to the table, took the pen and signed his name, then leaned back on the chair. "I'm busy."

Jiang Yuduo stared at him for a while, then turned to look at Xiao Zhang: "I signed my name or the owner?"

"Your is enough," Xiao Zhang said, "there was a power of attorney from the owner before."

"Well," Jiang Yuduo grabbed the pen and signed the name, threw the contract back to Xiao Zhang, and looked at Cheng Ke again, "Do you have my phone there?"

"No." Cheng Ke replied.

Jiang Yu grabbed his head and stood with a sullen face behind him. Chen Qing, who looked very much like a bodyguard, immediately took out a cigarette shell paper from his pocket and placed it in front of him.

Cheng Ke looked at the piece of paper with Jiang Yuduo's three characters and a series of phone numbers in front of him. He could feel the shocked look of Xiao Zhang next to him without turning his head.

He gritted his teeth and took the "business card" and put it in his pocket.

After the contract was signed, the money for the three-for-one payment was also paid, and Jiang Yuduo gave him the key of the lock that was "not allowed to change locks". Cheng Ke felt that the next process should be that everyone got up and then walked away. people.

But Jiang Yuduo also sat across the table, staring at him.

Chen Qing also stood behind him with a sullen face, staring at him together.

Since Xiao Zhang was still nearby, Cheng Ke didn't want people to think that he and the two in front of him had escaped from the same mental hospital. He could only clear his throat and wanted to say goodbye.

"Let's go," Jiang Yuduo said preemptively, waving at Xiao Zhang, "It's hard."

"Then..." Xiao Zhang hesitated.

Chen Qing stopped directly, forced him to the door, and then closed the door.

"I'll just say it," Jiang Yuduo looked at Cheng Ke. "I don't know what your purpose is, but if you want to rent this house, you still have time to regret it."

"Then let me just say that, I don't know what disease you are committing, but I said I want to rent this house," Cheng Ke pressed the wound on his waist, "I will rent it."