Antidote

"That's it," Cheng Ke didn't know what to say. "Then...you're going to pick a day."

"Well, Children's Day," Jiang Yuduo quickly recovered and said with a smile, "I just wanted to find a festival. I counted it from New Year's Day and found that Children's Day is better."

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded, feeling that Jiang Yuduo mentioned something about the previous time, which was a bit different from before. Although he could not judge what was different at once, such a state would make him get along with Jiang Yuduo. It was a lot easier, he asked another question while he was shaving the meat, "Then the year you were born, shouldn't it be filled in casually?"

"No," Jiang Yuduo smiled, "I am so young."

Cheng Ke said nothing.

"You finished eating today..." Jiang Yuduo thought for a while, "Will you go back to the hotel or live here?"

"Today... I guess it's too late," Cheng Ke said. "I'm going to stare at the decoration in the store this afternoon. There's nothing left in the hotel... I've packed everything you know..."

"Very slow," Jiang Yudou nodded. "Maybe he still misses things, and maybe the same thing won't fit back in the box."

Cheng Ke laughed: "Not at all!"

The hotel was booked for a month, but it hasn't arrived yet. Before Jiang Yuduo asked him, Cheng Ke didn't even want to move back, and when.

Although he had been stunned by Jiang Yuduo this time, he could still remember the reason for the move.

He was afraid that Jiang Yuduo had frequent anomalies because of his appearance, so he hoped that Jiang Yu could be slowed down by going back to the state where Chen Qing had never doubted him for ten years. .

But according to his ostrich habits, there are still problems that are not fully understood.

Was Jiang Yuduo abnormal because of his appearance?

Why did he never mention that "they" exist because of his psychological problems before?

Why did you suddenly admit it now and went to see a psychologist?

Is Jiang Yuduo really "good" as he himself said?

There is no answer to these questions. He didn’t want to know the answer. He just... indulged in this ambiguous atmosphere.

Even if it’s just a meal, let’s finish before we talk.

Whether to move back and when to move back, he did not give Jiang Yuduo a clear answer, but it seems that Jiang Yuduo did not care, or that Jiang Yuduo had already made a decision for him.

Today is too late to move back, then tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, in short, it will move back.

This made Cheng Ke a little do not know what to do, he did not want to disappoint Jiang Yuduo, but if nothing was clarified... This month's depression was white and depressed.

"Is this wine not as good as the last time?" Jiang Yuduo poured the wine for him. "I didn't drink that last time."

"I can drink it," Cheng Ke said. "I'll make a bottle myself someday, what kind of wine, plum wine, strawberry wine."

"Will you?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Just search for the tutorial," Cheng Ke picked up the phone and poked, "It should be no problem to do it, buy some wine, throw it in, and then just wait to drink. It's almost like that."

"Strawberry," Jiang Yuduo said right away, "I think strawberries are sold in the supermarket, strawberry wine."

Cheng Ke glanced at him: "You actually believe I can make wine?"

"I don't believe it," Jiang Yuduo said, "I just... I really like strawberries. If you want to get them, use strawberries."

"Okay," Cheng Ke originally just casually talked about Jiang Yuduo's expectant look, letting him decide to turn this casual talk into a serious matter, "Let's put on a label later, Sange Strawberry wine."

"The third is enough," Jiang Yuduo said happily. "The third strawberry wine."

"OK." Cheng Ke nodded.

"That's the way to go." Jiang Yu snatched up the glass.

Cheng Ke also picked up the glass, knocked at him, and drank up to drink.

"This strawberry wine," Jiang Yuduo took the bottle and whispered while pouring the wine. "Isn't it possible to drink it by May or June?"

Cheng Ke reacted in an instant and understood what Jiang Yuduo meant.

"It should be similar." He said, it seems that the wine must be brewed to death, and if it can't be brewed, one has to be bought.

Cheng Ke usually eats hot pot to drink some wine or something. It is almost the same as drinking two or three, but every time he eats hot pot with Jiang Yuduo, he will always get dizzy.

Today, at noon, I drank a hot pot and drank almost two bottles of wine. At the last point, Jiang Yuduo wanted to pour it. He hurriedly stopped: "I can’t drink any more. I have to oversee this afternoon. What if I fall asleep do."

"Then you still can't do it," Jiang Yuduo put the bottle down. "I can drink and go to the streets to fight against people."

"Fart, is that the same thing?" Cheng Ke said, "I'm going to drink too much and I can go to the streets to fight against people. Just like Chen Qing, I can fight eight with one hand."

"I can play ten Chen Qing." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke leaned back in his chair and smiled for a long time: "Chen Qing is about to sneeze."

"Do you really fight if you drink too much?" Jiang Yuduo pulled the hot pot soup noodles in the bowl, and leaned back on the chair and touched his belly.

"No," Cheng Ke said with a smile. "The first time I met you, it was the first time I started working with someone on the street."

"I'm waiting for Chen Qing to come and help me pick out the cat," Jiang Yuduo laughed, thinking. "It kept yelling inside, and you kicked it over when you came."

"I know somewhere, I didn't hear it," Cheng Ke said, "You're so **** irritable."

"Then you didn't hesitate when you returned," Jiang Yuduo slowly packed up the things on the table while talking. "I thought at the time, this person seems to have been trained."

"Are you sure to beat me at that time?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke snorted.

"I'm sure to win anyone." Jiang Yu grabbed the pot and walked into the kitchen.

"Where did you come from?" Cheng Ke raised his voice and chased.

"From an early age," Jiang Yuduo turned his head, "must be sure."

Cheng Ke didn't speak, looked at him, and his head was dizzy. At this moment, Jiang Yuduo was shaking. After a while, he asked uncontrollably: "Will you die if you can't win?"

"No," Jiang Yuduo smiled, "Not at all."

"Oh." Cheng Ke responded.

Jiang Yuduo turned and entered the kitchen.

Cheng Ke didn't have much thought to think about it now, and even if his head was dizzy, he didn't want to use his brain anymore, but he could still feel that Jiang Yuduo had no resistance to talking about the previous things, just like saying a very common thing Thing.

But just over a month ago, because of a puppy, Jiang Yuduo broke out almost instantly.

Cheng Ke remembered that look clearly, and he might not forget it in his life.

When Jiang Yuduo came out of the kitchen holding a glass of water and drinking, he stared there in a daze.

"No matter what you do, help clean up somehow, young master." Jiang Yuduo put down the glass.

"Oh," Cheng Ke stood up and found that he probably ate hot pot and drank alcohol. He was so thirsty at that moment, so he took over half a glass of water that Jiang Yuduo had not finished drinking, and then picked up a stack The dish followed Jiang Yu's seizure and entered the kitchen. "Or...I'll wash it."

"I don't have a dishwasher here." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Hand wash." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, and then nodded after a while: "OK, you wash it."

Cheng Ke rolled his sleeves, put the dishes into the sink, unscrewed the faucet, and after a while, reached out to try the water temperature, and he froze with a chill: "Why is this water so hot for so long."

"It won't be hot tomorrow morning," Jiang Yuduo said.

"Huh?" Cheng Ke froze.

"This is a faucet. Why do you think it can produce hot water?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

Cheng Ke stared at the faucet again, a little shocked: "Then do you wash the dishes with cold water?"

"Get up," Jiang Yuduo picked up a kettle from the gas stove. After Cheng Ke let it go, he poured half of the hot water from the kettle into the sink. "Wash it, don't add it enough, use it after washing. Cold water flushes."

"Oh." Cheng Ke nodded and squeezed the detergent in.

Jiang Yuduo quickly turned his head.

"What's wrong!" Cheng Ke quickly asked.

"Nothing," Jiang Yuduo said, "use it, squeeze it in."

"Is there more?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"I'm by your side!" Jiang Yuduo shouted, "No need to be so loud!"

"Am I shouting?" Cheng Ke froze.

"It should be recorded for you." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke laughed: "Hey, I might be a little dizzy... what should I do if I put too much?"

"Wash slowly," Jiang Yu grabbed his arms, "It's not me who washed anyway."

"Then you don't have any movements," Cheng Ke said, "I'm nervous as soon as you have movements, and I'm afraid I might make a mistake."

"Well." Jiang Yu nodded.

Cheng Ke tried the water temperature, lowered his head and started to wash the dishes.

After eating the hot pot, he still washed the dishes and dishes for the first time. The oil and sauce are not easy to wash. He usually puts the instant noodle bowl in the dishwasher. This is simply a difficult life experience.

"I think you are strange." Jiang Yuduo whispered.

"Huh?" Cheng Ke glanced at him.

"I think you are acting, shooting videos, and talking with people, especially when you have a fan," Jiang Yuduo said. "How do you wash a bowl and I say you will be nervous?"

"Because I won't do it, I can't do it well," Cheng Ke said. "I know what I can do well when I play sand painting. I have a heart in my heart."

"Then your sand paintings did not play so well at the beginning." Jiang Yuduo said.

"It didn't make anyone look at the beginning," Cheng Ke smiled. "I played in the hideout for several years."

"Ah?" Jiang Yuduo was obviously surprised.

"I...actually, there are a lot of things that are not self-confident, and there is no problem until I'm sure, I won't let people see it." Cheng Ke said.

"Ah?" Jiang Yuduo was quite surprised. "You don't look like... a person without confidence."

"Will that make you see it," Cheng Ke said, "Besides, don't you keep talking about my waste?"

"I say you are waste, and I don't really think you are waste." Jiang Yuduo said, "I think you are awesome."

Cheng Ke glanced at him: "I know, but when my dad said I was waste, he thought I was waste."

Jiang Yuduo watched him silent for a long time.

He bowed his head and continued to slowly wash the dishes. In fact, it was okay in front of Jiang Yuduo. He didn't care if Jiang Yuduo knew he wouldn't fart.

"When will you teach me sand painting." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...Do you have a standard score," Cheng Ke said, "Don't you let me teach you Taekwondo before."

"I thought you forgot." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Not forgotten," Cheng Ke said, "I am 28, not 82, and I will not forget what I promised."

"Will you teach me how to do sand painting?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Well." Cheng Ke responded, and originally wanted to nod his head to make his tone stronger, but it was quite dizzy at this moment. He was afraid that he would pierce his head directly into the sink when he nodded.

"There is also strawberry wine," Jiang Yuduo said, "Remember? I don't think you're too reliable, someone who forgot to bring the keys."

"The key is two different things." Cheng Ke said.

He suddenly lost his mind.

After eating and drinking, in the lazy atmosphere, the narrow kitchen space, the warm water in my hand, I thought I would never meet again, but now I leaned on the side and spoke softly to him.

Even if there were some sensitive topics before, it did not affect his emotions.

At present, this kind of comfort that only he can understand, one-sided ambiguous thoughts, and a little guilty conscience but a little bit of enjoyment "I don't want so much"...

The bowl in his hand fell back into the pool.

Jiang Yuduo sighed and stood next to him: "I'll wash it, you can wash it at night."

"No, don't you still hurt your hand." Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed.

"This injury does not affect the dishwashing," Jiang Yuduo reached into the sink. "To this extent, the wound is good for me."

"I'm coming, I'm coming..." Cheng Ke quickly reached into the water and wanted to grab a bowl and wash it.

Bowls, plates, spoons, chopsticks, there are a lot of things in the sink.

At this moment, he grabbed Jiang Yuduo's hand.

...This is a different person. He will definitely think that this is intentional, aiming at someone's hand and stinking shameless rogue stuff.

Putting it on himself, he felt panicked.

Although he wanted to touch something inadvertently, he didn't really want to grab his hand in the sink.

But to his surprise, he did not let go.

Just grabbed Jiang Yuduo's hand.

What's even more unexpected is that Jiang Yuduo didn't move. He was standing on the spot like a hole, with one hand in the water and one hand on the edge of the sink.

Cheng Ke felt Jiner got up at this moment, his wet hands in the warm water.

When he turned his head, Jiang Yuduo was also looking at him, with no expression on his face, and his eyes were a little complicated, mostly blank.

Cheng Ke didn't make a careful judgment. His character of giving up his brain to do whatever he wanted was perfectly played under the influence of alcohol.

When he went to Jiang Yuduo's face and walked in front of him, he could see Jiang Yuduo's shocked eyes following him together in the middle.

He kissed Jiang Yuduo's lips.

The next step was a bit out of control. He grabbed the collar of Jiang Yuduo who wanted to go back and pulled him fiercely to his side.

Jiang Yudui's fierce defense was probably frightened and malfunctioned. He just kept supporting the sink and continued to hide. After hiding for two times, his back stood on the desk.

Cheng Ke put a hand behind his head and kissed fiercely without releasing his mouth.

When he wanted to continue some movements, he suddenly slipped under his feet, perhaps stepping on the detergent water brought out of the sink...

He was very annoyed when he dragged Jiang Yuduo to the ground.

What the **** do you need to do?

The fall was quite strong. Although Cheng Ke fell on Jiang Yuduo and Jiang Yuduo had him on his back, but for his own face, he fell on Jiang Yuduo's face with his hands. Supported for a while, the tremendous force brought by this inertia is entirely borne by the right wrist alone.

The moment he fell, he felt that his wrist was numb first, and then he acheed directly on Jiang Yuduo.

Then he was smashed on the back of the head, and the moment he poured hot water on their heads, he realized that it was the pot of unused hot water.

Fuck!

Fortunately, the dishes are washed slowly!

The water is no longer boiling water!

Fuck!

The chaos actually lasted only a few seconds, but when everything stopped, Cheng Ke felt it was the second longest second in his life.

The first long seconds have only started now.

After the confusion caused by X Worm's brains ended, there was silence around him.

He was lying on Jiang Yuduo, Jiujin had fled, and the rogue Jin had already died on the ground. Now he had no energy to get up and walk away. He only hoped Jiang Yuduo would give him a stun.

"Your wrist is broken." Jiang Yuduo opened his mouth after being silent for not knowing how long.

"What?" Cheng Ke froze.

"I heard it," Jiang Yu grabbed and grabbed a little above his right wrist. "Don't move, you have a broken bone."

"Ah--" Cheng Ke felt the painful heart pain before this second, and could not help but howl, "I fucking! It hurts so much—"

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, grabbed his wrist and let go, pushed him again, lifted him off himself, and then sat up.

Cheng Ke lay on the ground, and Wu Yan faced Jiang Yuduo's face with an eyebrow above him, closing his eyes: "It hurts!"

"Get up," Jiang Yuduo pulled him lightly. "Shout a 30-year-old man!"

Cheng Ke sat up steadily, slowly stood up against the desk, and then looked at his hand, it seemed to be swollen.

Jiang Yuduo took him back to the living room, let him sit on the chair, and put his hand on the table: "Don't move."

"Well." Cheng Ke was on the table, which was extremely embarrassing.

He could hear Jiang Yuduo calling Chen Qing and asked Chen Qing to drive over to take him to the hospital.

He didn't want Chen Qing to come over. He just took a taxi to the hospital. He walked to the hospital. He could go to the hospital or not, as long as he could disappear from Jiang Yuduo faster.

But he didn't speak, he was embarrassed to speak at all.

It wasn't until Chen Qing's car stopped outside Jiang Yuduo's window that he bit his teeth and raised his head: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Yuduo was sitting opposite him, looking down at his mobile phone, listening to him, and looking up at him, "Huh?"

"What happened just now," Cheng Ke bit his lip. "I probably...drank some wine."

"Well," Jiang Yu grabbed his frown, put down his phone, and raised his hand to touch his mouth. "I... it's fine."

Cheng Ke didn't speak and looked at him.

"Just..." Jiang Yuduo also looked at him, "I'm not angry."

Cheng Ke breathed a sigh of relief, but this answer did surprise him.

"This is the third time," Jiang Yuduo said, "I feel like my fuck... are getting used to it."

Without waiting for Cheng Ke to speak, he got up and opened the door to Chen Qing.

Cheng Ke still noticed in an embarrassment and shock. He didn't look at the cat's eyes first.

"What's the matter?" Chen Qing looked at Jiang Yuduo's head water as soon as he entered the door, and then shouted again when he turned to see Cheng Ke, who had the same head water. Yet?"

"It's so leaky that his mother's floor collapsed." Jiang Yu sighed.

"The water pipe exploded?" Chen Qing continued to speculate in shock, "I fucking! It wouldn't be the sewer exploded!"

"I fell with the kettle." Cheng Ke found a reason that was not too reasonable, but for Chen Qing, this reason was enough.

"You..." Chen Qing stared at him, "I have served you! Hurry! Is your wrist broken! Let's go to the hospital!"

"It's a fracture." Cheng Ke stood up, looked at Jiang Yuduo, and found that Jiang Yuduo also picked up his jacket when he handed him over.

"Are you going too, Brother?" Chen Qing asked.

"I am waiting for you outside." Jiang Yuduo said.

"You two wipe your head first?" Chen Qing said, "Go out and freeze a hat."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak. He turned into the bathroom and took two towels out. One was placed on his head, and then he took the other and walked to Cheng Ke.

Cheng Ke could see that he wanted to help himself. When he was about to say no, the towel had already been taken by Chen Qing: "I wiped Jaeger-LeCoultre, you wipe your own."

"Well." Jiang Yuduo responded, lowering his head to wipe the water on his head.

"Sit down," Chen Qing pointed to the chair. "Come on, a broken bone."

Cheng Ke sat down.

Chen Qing took a towel and rubbed it on his head like crazy, "It's not like I said, how can you fight such a powerful person who can fall on the ground, why don't you fall when you fight?"

"I didn't take the kettle when I was fighting." Cheng Ke sighed.

"Oh." Chen Qing responded.

Cheng Ke heard Jiang Yuduo's laughter. He looked up and confirmed that Jiang Yuduo was indeed laughing.