Antidote

For Jiang Yuduo, Cheng Yi's sentence today, in the presence of so many people, should be his biggest blow.

Cheng Ke has never directly asked his mentally related questions because he can feel that Jiang Yuduo is desperately covering up and disguising. No matter how he views himself, he always wants Cheng Ke to feel at least He is a normal person, or he can prove to Cheng Ke that he is "good" by admitting to seeing a psychologist.

Compared with Jiang Yuduo's good and bad, and what's wrong, Cheng Ke cares more about how hard it is when his "secret" is made public.

From his straightforward request for ideas and suffocation, to the feeling that he was said to be a boyfriend is also very good, from his saying "I know how people feel about me", to asking carefully in this sentence.

This kind of me, someone who is said to be mentally ill, do you like it too?

The moment Jiang Yuduo pointed at his head, the feeling of Cheng Ke's soft and painful feeling had not been experienced in this life.

"I like it," Cheng Ke said. "When I knew you, you were like that. It's no different now than before."

Perhaps the distress for Jiang Yuduo made his "like" exceed the true weight of the current stage. In a sense, it can also be said to be unfair, but Cheng Ke temporarily gave up the existing five seconds ago. reason.

Even if it was not fair, he wanted to let the present, right in front of him, cautiously, desperately want to prove himself, but had lost his confidence, Jiang Yuduo, even a little comfort.

He had never thought that he would have such a gentle, kind, and affectionate side.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him and did not speak, but the expression on his face relaxed a little, and he embarrassedly picked a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh." He rubbed his nose.

Cheng Ke didn't continue to talk about the boyfriend's question of mutual love, took the glass and took a sip of water.

"You have a birthday tomorrow." Jiang Yuduo picked up his phone and glanced at it.

"Well." Cheng Ke nodded, and Jiang Yuduo had forgotten about it unless he said it.

Coincidentally, on the day before his birthday, he used real violence that he had never used since his birth to cut off himself, all his loved ones, and all his life.

"You sleep in my bed tonight," Jiang Yuduo said, "I won't sleep at night."

"How?" Cheng Ke looked at him, "Can't sleep?"

"No," Jiang Yuduo was a little embarrassed. "The gift for you...I haven't made it yet. I originally planned to make it tonight."

"I will accompany you." Cheng Ke said.

"Surprise, young master," Jiang Yuduo said, "what other surprises are you with me, all have been seen."

"...Is there any surprises, don't you want to make a lamp for me, if you can't do it, buy one," Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo laughed: "It's still a little pleasantly surprised, don't look at it, I get it in the yard."

"It's cold, just in the living room, or that room," Cheng Ke said, "I don't peek."

"I'm not afraid of cold." Jiang Yuduo still said that.

In order to set aside time for "if you can't do it, you have to think about it" and "if you do it, you can take it apart", Jiang Yuduo took a large bag of things to the backyard after he took a shower.

Cheng Ke was sitting in the living room, wearing Jiang Yuduo's pajamas, and there was a pair of underwear that Jiang Yuduo had given him, which looked new.

Today, Jiang Yuduo rubbed his back and wore big pants, but neither of them talked during the whole journey. He didn’t have imagination, and Jiang Yuduo did not peek curiously, as if he experienced a lot today. He Both were holy because of too much stuff in their heads.

"You actually still have pajamas..." Cheng Ke looked at his pajamas again, because the sleeves were loose, he could put them on easily and completely, which was quite comfortable.

"Sister Qian gave me it," Jiang Yuduo said in the backyard. "I wore it once, and it was too uncomfortable to sleep, and I never wore it again... you don't want to sleep and watch TV."

"Well." Cheng Ke responded.

Jiang Yuduo started making lights in the backyard.

Cheng Ke endured the urge to take a look in the past, turned on the TV and stared at a documentary with Meow.

But what I heard in my ears was the movement of Jiang Yuduo, the sound of sawing wood, then the sound of sandpaper sanding wood, then the sound of sawing wood, and then the sound of sandpaper sanding.

Cheng Ke really wanted to say why you didn't saw it all and polished it.

After listening to it for a while, he couldn't help but looked at the backyard.

The door to the backyard in the next room was closed by Jiang Yu, but there was a window next to it, and the courtyard could be seen. Hesitated for a second, Cheng Ke put the cat on the sofa: "You sleep here, don't go over meow Meow."

Then I took two mats and sandwiched the meow.

When he got up and walked to the backyard, he remembered what Jiang Yuduo had told him before...he turned his head suddenly and found that the place where he had just sat should be the one where the **** was pulled back last time.

Jiang Yuduo said that he wanted to change the sofa. It didn't seem to change. The sofa cover was still the same!

Cheng Ke snorted and patted on his butt.

Walking to the window, he moved carefully little by little and saw the situation in the backyard.

There was a bright light hanging in the backyard. Jiang Yuduo squatted on the ground with his back facing him, and there were some wooden strips with different lengths, widths and widths.

It should be chicken wing wood... isn't it made of the remaining preservative wood?

Is this a surprise?

This surprise is really big...

Jiang Yuduo picked up a long wooden bar and sawed the long wooden bar into several sections. It seemed that the length was not fixed. It was random, but when it was being polished, it was very careful and time-consuming.

Simply sawing the long wooden strips into short wooden strips of about one foot in length and then polishing them, it took more than an hour.

Cheng Ke felt a little pain in his heels. After quietly going to take a chair and sit down, Jiang Yuduo finally changed his job.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it. He picked up two wooden strips and made a gesture. He crossed the front and crossed the sides. Then he began to drill holes in the wooden strip.

Cheng Ke didn't know what kind of lamp he was going to make, but according to his previous description, it should be made of wood, with a lot of round hole lampshades and a lamp head in it, and the lamp was sprinkled on the room and the light spot.

But now the material he has on hand seems to be a whopping eighty and sixty miles away.

Cheng Ke glanced at the time on the phone. Today they came back from the hospital quite late. After such a toss, it was already past 12 o'clock. It was only after he remembered that they had not eaten dinner yet...

Jiang Yuduo is a person who has strict requirements for three meals a day. Even if he moves back in the morning, he has to eat all morning and evening, and today he has forgotten the dinner.

Jiang Yuduo screwed the two pieces of wood. It seemed that there was no standard angle, just a random x, and it was not symmetrical.

Cheng Ke gave up speculation and stared at Jiang Yuduo's side face. The light hit the top of his head. Jiang Yuduo's eyelashes pulled out a small trembling shadow.

He seldom looks so serious when he is so focused, and he looks more serious when he eats. At this time, he looks at the wooden strips in the cold wind, looking cute and sexy.

Another piece of the wooden strip was pierced, screwed together with the previous irregular x, and turned into a z that is not on the same plane.

Cheng Ke suddenly felt like he understood Jiang Yuduo's ideas.

Wooden rods of different lengths are screwed up one by one, some are connected in pairs, and some are connected in three, with no fixed direction and no neat edges, just like a small pile of wood that has been erected horizontally and vertically, like A broken bird cage.

Probably because the screws were not enough, Jiang Yuduo stood up, looked at the small flower pond next to it, pulled out an old wooden railing, and removed a few screws from the top.

Cheng Ke no longer has time to look at. This method of using wooden strips to form an irregular three-dimensional space looks very simple, but it is very difficult to be beautiful.

He didn't know how Jiang Yuduo thought of such a structure. For a "three brother", it really surprised him.

It took Jiang Yudu a long time to screw the wooden strips together, and took apart several times in the middle. Shaking a quilt can tear the quilt to the person who was torn it. Such patience is a bit amazing.

After the last screw was tightened, Jiang Yuduo made the lampshade that he had done... No, the lamp frame was placed on the ground, and he stepped back a few steps, walked around once, presumably to be inspecting.

The diameter of this light frame is about 50 or 60 centimeters, and the interlaced wooden strips have beautiful patterns. Looking under the light, it is not as ugly as Cheng Ke thought before, and even feels a bit awkward and simple.

This is indeed a surprise, although Cheng Ke has seen the whole process of production in advance.

It is because of seeing the whole process that this surprise is particularly profound.

Jiang Yu snatched it aside, took a box and opened it, took out a light bulb from it, a very retro Edison light bulb, and a lamp cap with a wire wrapped in hemp rope.

Put the lamp in the middle of the wooden strip, screw on the lamp head, and finally fix it on the wooden strip at the top. This lamp is considered completed.

Seeing Jiang Yuduo pick up the lamp and hang it on a clothes rail in the middle of the yard, Cheng Ke stood up and suddenly felt his heart beating.

The lamp was ready and the surprise was great. Jiang Yuduo should enter the house and call him.

But he didn't want to run back to the living room immediately to pretend to watch TV and fell asleep, still standing by the window and watching Jiang Yuduo.

Jiang Yuduo hung up the lights, plugged the wires into the sockets, and turned off the light that was on in the courtyard.

When Cheng Ke was about to hurry back to the living room with a chair, Jiang Yuduo suddenly turned around, looking at the window and saying, "Happy birthday, Cheng Ke."

At the end of this sentence, he pressed the switch and the light came on.

The dark yellow light projected from behind the interlaced wooden strips, some chaotic light spots and shadows covered the entire courtyard, and Jiang Yuduo standing under the light.

Cheng Ke froze in place.

"Happy birthday," Jiang Yuduo came over here, "I...Chen Qing said that I sing and tune, I won't sing you a birthday song..."

Cheng Ke reached out and pushed open the door next to it. Jiang Yuduo stood at the door and smiled at him: "Why don't you sing...but I didn't buy a birthday cake..."

"When did you find me here?" Cheng Ke asked.

"I found it as soon as you came," Jiang Yuduo said. "The living room lights are on, and the shadow of your head is as big as a basketball on the window."

"...Fuck." Cheng Ke said.

"Do you like it?" Jiang Yu recaptured and pointed at the lamp. "Is this lamp a surprise?"

"Like," Cheng Ke nodded, "very pleasantly surprised."

"I didn't expect it," Jiang Yuduo raised his face somewhat proudly. "Isn't I awesome."

"Yes." Cheng Ke stared at him for two seconds, then raised his hand to grab his collar, "Come."

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo took a step forward and stood face to face with him.

"I'm going to kiss you now," Cheng Ke said. "It's not the same as before."

"...Ah," Jiang Yuduo was stunned for a while, "this... still speaking... is it a bit... stupid?"

"It's a bit stupid, but I don't mean to ask for your permission. I just want to tell you," Cheng Ke said. "You don't want to hide or push me. I'm an injured person."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, looking a little dazed.

Cheng Ke kissed him with his head in his back.