Antidote

Cheng Ke watched Jiang Yu get up and walked out of the door again, then Chen Qing also shook his legs and followed his way out. He was about to relax. Chen Qing pulled the door around, and he was shocked with a "bang" I almost fell off my chair and sat there for a while before recovering.

In fact, although Chen Qing’s closing door sounded loud, he wasn’t completely unprepared. He went to Chen Qing’s sideways style, and the sound could not be reduced. He didn’t know why he reacted so loudly.

Maybe it's because of uneasiness.

A shell, no matter what kind of shell, is always a shell, and even if it is lost, it does not even have the conditions to pretend to be safe.

Since the day when Cheng Ke knew the word security, he felt that he lacked it, very much.

Especially when you need to "face", no matter what you are facing.

When he came out of the house, he had more clothes than Guo Ben. When he walked, he didn't think too much. He felt panic-stricken and out of breath, as long as he could open the door and go out.

It's quite simple to think about, go out and talk, just go to someone's home to stay for a few days, and talk about things when it's time to see...

In the end, he didn't wait for him to posture, and everything was so full of brains, and they were all inexplicable emergencies, and he was somewhat overwhelmed and confused.

From small to large, the biggest thing he dealt with was to fight Cheng Yi, but he didn't deal with it. Cheng Yi broke his head and took the initiative to sue. He kicked Cheng Yi in the face of dad. One foot, the father was beaten from the second floor all the way to the yard.

...Stupid.

Cheng Ke stood up, walked to the door, and looked out from the cat's eyes. No one was in the corridor anymore. He opened the door.

The key that Jiang Yu snatched him was very cute. A cat head keychain was hung on it. He took out the key and tried the lock, opened the lock and reversed the lock, and then closed the door.

After holding the key for a while, he didn’t think about where he should put it. He never took the key in his memory. He didn’t use the key at home, nor did he need the key in his room. The family would knock on the door no matter which door they entered. Not even more.

Finally, Cheng Ke put the key in his trouser pocket, and now he still had to go back to Xu Ding's house, put the key back to the property, and then take the goods he bought.

But when he saw these packages, he wanted to give up.

He leaned against the door frame of the bathroom and looked at the things on the shelf. He didn't want to understand how he brought the pile of things back that day.

But after watching it for a few minutes, he still took a pocket and put all these things in. He had almost no luggage and just bought a few clothes. Too few things would increase the anxiety of "starting out today and going alone" It felt like he needed some luggage.

In the end, he walked out of the room carrying a large bag of dead-heavy things. He didn't realize whether it was better or not. He knew that the bag was causing him a headache.

Carrying a bag to the property and returning the key, and then carrying the bag out of the community, and then carrying the bag and standing on the roadside taxi, there was no car in five minutes, he began to regret, throwing things at his feet do not want.

When a taxi drove over, Cheng Ke just raised his hand to say hello. The two little girls next to them looked at their phones and reported the license plate number: "This is the car."

Cheng Ke watched them get in the car, and then watched the car go away.

Ah, this **** is the car called by the mobile phone.

Cheng Ke took out his mobile phone, and he had never used various taxi-hailing software, because he couldn't use it, and he didn't even use his mobile phone to pay for it.

He temporarily got a taxi software and studied how to use it. When he was about to call for a taxi, an empty taxi drove past him.

I don't know if he looks like someone who is about to take a taxi. The car doesn't even slow down to see if he wants to take a taxi.

Cheng Ke looked at the distant car and said with emotion: "Fuck."

The software prompts the driver to take the order. During the waiting process, Cheng Ke has been silently praying that no car will pass by. It is probably bad luck. The map shows that the car that has received the order is already at the intersection, and there are no more rentals. The car passed by him.

A black Volkswagen stopped beside him, he gave way, the car honked and lowered the window.

"Is it you?" the driver shouted at him.

"What?" Cheng Ke looked at the driver.

"Is it the car you called?" the driver asked.

Cheng Ke froze for a while: "I called a taxi."

"You are calling the express train," the driver said. "You check the license plate and model."

"...Oh." Cheng Ke glanced at the phone, indeed writing the model and license plate.

After getting on the bus, the driver looked at him and smiled: "Don't you often use this?"

"I've never used it." Cheng Ke answered truthfully.

"Really," the driver was a little surprised. "This is so convenient. It's really uncommon for young people to use it now."

"I'm probably not a young man." Cheng Ke said.

Carrying that deadly pocket door key, Cheng Ke suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness. He stared at the door lock, hesitantly put his ear on the door and listened.

Jiang Yuduo made him feel that his spirit was not normal. Now he lives in a house that does not allow changing locks and Jiang Yuduo still has a key. He is always afraid that Jiang Yuduo will be sitting on the sofa and standing next to the door. A total protection law.

The door was very quiet and I couldn't hear anything. Cheng Ke thought about it and thought he was a little funny, but when he opened the door, he carefully looked in again before entering the room, and then locked the door from inside. Got on.

Cheng Ke threw the contents of his hand to the ground, fell to the sofa, closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

He didn't know how long he lay down. He felt a little numb in his back before he sat up again. He glanced at the time and found that he should be asleep. It had been two hours since he entered the door.

hungry.

Cheng Ke got up, turned around in the kitchen, and had kitchen utensils, but he couldn't tell if they were all ready. Then he put his goods in the bathroom, and the shelves were filled up in an instant, looking like the supermarket shelves. .

After staring for a while, he took these things down again and put them in the cupboard.

When he walked out of the bedroom and returned to the living room, Cheng Ke suddenly felt very upset.

Very irritable.

He had thought that the house had been rented, the keys had been obtained, and people had lived in, which was considered to be done.

As a result, he discovered that he still needed to buy quilts, pillows, sheets and quilts, and he didn't change his shoes after entering the house because he didn't have slippers...

"Ah!" Cheng Ke slammed himself into the sofa, and kicked his feet against the armrest of the sofa. "Troubled!"

"This is delicious, this bibimbap sauce," Chen Qing picked up a bottle and put it in the supermarket cart. "There are meat particles, especially big ones."

"Would you like to buy meat if you want to eat it," Jiang Yuduo said. "Is there a bite of meat in the bibimbap sauce?"

"Almost," Chen Qing said, "My mouth is not big."

"I don't want to talk to you," Jiang Yuduo said, "I beg you to come home to dinner tonight."

"My aunt is at my house and doesn't want to go back. It's very annoying," Chen Qing frowned. "She went to my house to pick me up when she was in a bad mood, and I don't know where I came from."

"I don't have a good mood when I see you," Jiang Yuduo said.

"There is cat food over there," Chen Qing pointed to the front. "Do you want to buy some kittens?"

"It eats." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Why do you have to eat cat food?" Chen Qing asked.

"If you don't buy it, you don't have it. If you don't, you can eat," Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Then you bought it canned food." Chen Qing said.

"You," Jiang Yuduo pointed to him, "Go to the cash register and line up."

"Good." Chen Qing nodded and turned away.

Jiang Yuduo pushed the car over to the shelf selling milk powder, and heard that the kitten was going to drink goat milk, and drinking milk would diarrhea.

"Fuck, so expensive." He stared at the various milk powders on the shelf for a long time, and took two bags of goat milk powder into the cart.

The shelves were a little narrow. He dragged the car and walked back out. While walking, he took a bag of baby milk powder again. I didn't know what it was bought for, so I felt it was delicious.

Just after exiting the tunnel, before waiting to turn around, Jiang Yuduo ran into a person behind him.

"Sorry," he said.

The person behind did not speak.

Don't you even say "it's okay"!

A person like him who has no quality is rarely polite, and he encounters a person who did not respond!

What quality!

He turned his head and glared.

Jaeger-LeCoultre.

No, Cheng Ke.

Cheng Ke carried a basket and stood behind him looking at him with a look of shock, irritability, helplessness or disgust.

"Don't you even know that it doesn't matter?" Jiang Yuzhuo glared at him.

Cheng Ke still looked at him, his complicated expression turned into a shock, and he said a few seconds later: "It's okay to be a fart, you hit my wound, you'll be moved if I don't smoke you." "

Jiang Yuzhuo glanced at his waist, which was quite unexpected.

He felt that he was quite accurate that day. He should just wear clothes without touching his body. He was hurt?

"Your waist is so thick?" he couldn't help asking.

"Wh..." Cheng Ke froze for a moment, then suddenly seemed to lose interest in speaking and turned away.

"There is a cart," Jiang Yuduo saw a lot of things in his basket. "Why carry a basket?"

Isn't it good to track the car?

Carrying a basket while tracing, putting things in the air, and finally filling it up accidentally?

Cheng Ke turned around and walked back to him, looking at him: "Is there any paper and pen?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Use it for me." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo narrowed his eyes, and took out a piece of cigarette paper and a ballpoint pen from his pocket.

Cheng Ke took the past, bowed his head and wrote three words on the paper, and then handed him the pen and paper back.

Risperidone.

"What?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Can be bought in pharmacies," Cheng Ke said, "for schizophrenia."

"Fuck|Your uncle." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Randomly." Cheng Ke turned away.

The basket is very heavy, and Cheng Ke's hand is a bit sour, but Jiang Yuduo is still looking at him behind him, he can't walk too embarrassed.

He didn't want to get a cart. He didn't see any carts at all. After entering the supermarket, he only saw baskets beside the shelves and only one.

It wasn't until the two rows of shelves were turned that he threw the basket on the ground: "Fuck."

Too **** heavy.

He glanced aside, and a little girl in supermarket clothes was putting the goods in a cart on the shelf.

"Should these be put on?" he asked.

"Yeah." the little girl replied.

"Can this car be used by me?" he asked again.

"Ah?" The little girl froze.

"There are too many things," he pointed to the basket. "Does your cart have to step on the machine to appear?"

The little girl laughed: "The car is at the door. You come up from the elevator. There are two rows."

"...This way." Was Cheng Ke suddenly embarrassed and blind? Didn't you see it?

"You use this." The little girl took out the last thing.

"Thank you." Cheng Ke was very moved and quickly put the contents of the basket into it.

He almost couldn't remember what to buy next, and stared at the things in the car again before thinking of buying underwear.

Where was the underwear, he didn't see it for a long time.

This supermarket is quite large, with countless shelves, like a maze. At first, he thought that this supermarket was probably U-shaped. After a while, he thought it might be a reply. After a while, he thought that it might be a concave word. When they came out between the two shelves and met Jiang Yuduo again...

He thinks this supermarket should be **** fucking.

When Jiang Yuduo saw him, he was not surprised at all, and he looked very calm. He even smiled at him with his arms in his arms.

Cheng Ke twitched his lips, unable to laugh.

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Yuduo asked him with a smile.

"Underwear." Cheng Ke replied.

"Over there." Jiang Yu snatched his finger behind him.

Cheng Ke looked over and saw a bra full of walls.

Jiang Yuduo probably saw his inner anger and added a sentence: "Lingerie and underwear are all together, don't you know this?"

"Good night." Cheng Ke finished pushing the car away.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look for a while, and began to doubt his judgment.

Although from the appearance of Cheng Ke to the present, many details can not be explained, and he feels that there is a problem, but he really has no way to connect such a person with those people in the past.

If Cheng Ke really has a problem, then this time it is really too unruly to play cards, it is simply new and unique.

After Cheng Ke disappeared in the middle of the shelf, Jiang Yu grabbed a sigh, turned his head and pushed the car towards the checkout counter, and when he saw Chen Qing standing next to the checkout counter, he waved.

"You are too slow," Chen Qing said, "I have let a football team pass."

"I mustn't pick it out, it's something to eat every day," Jiang Yuduo said, "I don't have the same taste as you."

"I have a taste sensation," Chen Qing pulled the cart over to the cash register. "I just have a poor taste sensation. Simply put, I'm not as picky as you."

"I'll wait for you outside." Jiang Yuduo gave his wallet to Chen Qing and walked out of the supermarket.

It was getting dark early, and just after get off work, there was already a Chinese lantern at the beginning. Jiang Yuduo stretched out his hand and took a cigarette while looking around.

He doesn't like nights, cloudy days, or fog. In short, he doesn't like all spaces where saturation and brightness are not enough.

Will make him afraid.

Even if there are countless people walking around him at this time, some people talk, some laugh, some children cry, and there are people arguing across the road, where their eyes are full, and they are full of dang.

He will still be afraid.

No matter how many people there are, no one has seen him. Even if he is here, he unzips and urinates towards the street, there may not be a few people who can see it, and before the urine is finished, these people may have been Go away.

When Jiang Yu grabbed a cigarette, and put the cigarette case back in his pocket, he felt the cigarette shell paper written by Cheng Ke. He took it out and looked at it.

Risperidone.

Damn it.

He lighted the piece of paper with a lighter, watching Cheng Ke's well-written three words slowly writhing away in the firelight.

How do you pronounce the word ketone?

"Third Brother," Chen Qing called him, "Let's go."

Jiang Yuduo pinched the cigarette and looked back. Chen Qing walked over with two big bags.

"So many." He took a bag, and it was quite heavy, so he reached out and took the other bag. Compared with the previous bag, it was lighter, so he handed it back. Chen Qing.

"It's too obvious, third brother." Chen Qing looked at him.

"The car didn't have to go to my place to rub rice," Jiang Yuduo said. "I'm still going to carry a bag for you. It's against my principles."

"That's right!" Chen Qing shook his head with excitement as he walked. "You know I just finished the checkout, look back and see who you are!"

"I know." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Jaeger-LeCoultre!" Chen Qing said, "I actually saw Jaeger-LeCoultre! I didn't expect it!"

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him without a word.

"Oh, what you said is to know," Chen Qing froze, "How do you know?"

"Because you fucking!" Jiang Yudui roared with a loud voice, kicked at the foot of Chen Qing and dumped him and his son. "When I saw him, I jumped up and down! You **** love Get on with him!"

"Hey!" Chen Qing jumped aside, "Don't kick me."

"Also," Jiang Yuduo pointed at him, "Don't call him Jaeger-LeCoultre!"

"Why," Chen Qing said, "I didn't call him Jaeger-LeCoultre in his face."

"I'm afraid I've listened too much!" Jiang Yu snatched him with a slap on his back. "My mother saw him calling him Jaeger-LeCoultre!"

"...Oh." Chen Qing nodded, thinking about and leaning next to him again, "Third Brother, in fact, I just don't quite understand why he can't be called Jaeger-LeCoultre in his face, nickname. Is it also called Gouzi?"

"Shameful." Jiang Yuduo said.

Chen Qing did not speak, and remained silent for a long time. When Jiang Yuduo had forgotten what they said before, they only shot the thigh: "Got it, it seems that it seems that we have never seen money from Jaeger-LeCoultre. It’s like, right! Remember that people have a high-level watch!"

Jiang Yuduo held back for a while and sighed.

"But you really don't have more than a hundred thousand watches." Chen Qing added.

Jiang Yuduo turned his head, and Chen Qing quickly raised his hand to protect his head.

"Fuck|your ancestors." Jiang Yu seized his anger, "Did I kick your stool when you hanged in your last life?"

Jiang Yuduo did not like to stay in the kitchen, the space was too small, and it felt very suffocating, so when Chen Qing came to rub the rice, he always sat in the living room and waited to eat, although Chen Qing’s craftsmanship was one for those ingredients. Kind of insult.

"Third Brother!" Chen Qing shouted in the kitchen, "How about sweet and sour pork ribs?"

"You can do it as you like," Jiang Yuduo looked at the contract in his hand. The contract was finally attached to a copy of Cheng Ke's ID card. "Don't be too difficult for ribs."

Cheng Ke is indeed called Cheng Ke. Jiang Yuduo stared at the date of birth for a while, and then calculated Cheng Ke's age in his heart.

I fuck.

It's all twenty-seven.

It is really not seen.

Jiang Yuduo flicked his fingers on Cheng Ke's photos. Any one of his seventeen children here is better than the young master.

At least you won't find underwear in the supermarket.

A flavour of chili flew in outside the window. Jiang Yu choke for a long time, got up and closed the window, and when he was about to walk away, he felt someone outside.

He didn't move the curtains. The living room didn't turn on the lights at the moment. He couldn't see his shadow outside. He tilted his head and looked out from the gap in the curtains.

A figure quickly retreated into the passage between the two buildings diagonally opposite and disappeared.

Jiang Yuzhuo frowned, returned to the sofa and sat down, turning on the TV.

"Done, ready to eat." Chen Qing took a pot of soup and put it on the table.

"You stay here with me tonight." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Huh?" Chen Qing looked at him, then immediately leaned against the window and looked out. "You see someone?"

"Unsure." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Then let me stay," Chen Qing took out his mobile phone. "I will call a few more people and stay with the outside."

"You are like this," Jiang Yuduo pressed his eyebrows. "Would you like to write a banner and hang it on the window, write "I have found you"."

Chen Qing was stunned, and put the phone back in his pocket: "Don't, when can you talk to me?"

"When will you make room for your IQ in your head!" Jiang Yu snatched up into the kitchen and brought out Chen Qing's insulting ingredients.

"Third Brother," Chen Qing sat down at the table. "I have an immature proposal."

"Let's mention it when it's mature." Jiang Yuduo said.

"If you think Jaeger-LeCoultre has a problem," Chen Qing said, "don't we have the key? When he's away, go in and find out if there are any clues."

Jiang Yuduo did not speak and looked at him.

"How is it?" Chen Qing asked.

"Don't call him Jaeger-LeCoultre." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...Oh." Chen Qing nodded.