Jiang Yuduo has experienced countless insomnia nights. He basically sat or lie in the dark alone with his eyes open, and occasionally called a few people to find a place to drink with him.

However, this is rare. Insomnia is not simply because it is impossible to sleep. It also causes all kinds of pain, sleepiness, headaches, and inexplicably numbness and pain all over the body. Therefore, the better way to spend insomnia nights is to be alone.

He has never had such an experience as he has, sitting at home and chatting in a late night when he has insomnia.

Moreover, this is a person who is completely different from him, and one of his unknown origins. He feels that he can believe it, and then he has many doubts. The useless young master.

What's there to talk about?

I really can't think of any topic.

"Is there any wine?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What wine do you want to drink?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...You only have one cup," said Cheng Ke. "In this case, can there be a choice of wine?"

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, walked to the cabinet by the window with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the cabinet door, and looked back at him: "Come and pick it."

Cheng Ke was stunned for a moment, got up and walked to the cabinet, looking at the array of various wines that were almost a wall, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

"I use that cup for whatever I drink," Jiang Yuduo leaned against the wall, "Drinking is not a cup."

"Oh." Cheng Ke nodded.

"But there is no particularly good wine," said Jiang Yuduo, "it was brought by my little brothers during the holidays."

"I have no research on wine. I can't drink good wine," Cheng Ke saw a white porcelain ** with the faint light from the curtains. There was nothing on the body. It looked a little old. He took it off with curiosity, "What is this? Can you turn on the light?"

"You've finished crying?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, and he wanted to steal Jiang Yu with one hand and smash him into three long and two shorts.

Jiang Yuzuo went over and turned on the light, and the room suddenly lit up.

Cheng Ke saw clearly that the sack in his hand was indeed an ordinary white porcelain slap, with a small piece of cotton cloth tied to the seal, which was a little gray.

He smelled it and turned to look at Jiang Yuduo: "That's it, it smells very much..."

I didn't feel anything before, but now I suddenly turned my head and saw Jiang Yuduo wearing only a pair of underwear under the bright light. He suddenly didn't know where to look.

"It's better... turn off the lights." He said.

"Where are you walking me?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"You can wear some clothes," said Cheng Ke, "Aren't you cold?"

"It's not cold," Jiang Yuduo slowly went over and turned off the light, "I can wash the cold water this day."

After the light turned off, Cheng Ke relaxed and put the wine on the table: "Did this wine be brewed by himself?"

"Chen Qing brought it," Jiang Yu took the kitchen and took out two bowls. "When his mother was pregnant, his father wanted a daughter, and decided that she was pregnant with a daughter, so he buried a jar of wine, saying that he dug it out and drank it when he was 18 years old, and his daughter was red."

Cheng Ke smiled: "That's not bad, the wine that has been buried for more than ten years."

"No, I saw that it was such a thing when I was born, so I dug it out that day," Jiang Yuduo took out another sealed box from the refrigerator, "Put it in the kitchen, put it with the pickle jar, but it has been stored for more than ten years."

"Have you ever drunk?" Cheng Ke asked.

"After drinking, we took it over last month and we drank it." Jiang Yuduo opened the wine cap, poured two bowls full, and pushed one bowl in front of Cheng Ke.

"How is it?" Cheng Ke leaned over and smelled it, it smelled very fragrant.

"I have been left for more than ten years," said Jiang Yuduo, "I guess it will be fragrant if a single horse's urine."

Cheng Ke glanced at him and felt that he had a really good temper at this moment, but he was not unhappy.

Jiang Yuduo opened the sealed box and pushed it in front of him: "Smell this again."

Cheng Ke smelled it: "Freshly dried beef?"

"Yeah," Jiang Yuduo nodded, "How is it?"

"Very good." Cheng Ke didn't think about it, grabbed a piece and put it directly into his mouth, chewing it hard.

From noon to now, I have eaten a small cake. I thought I was hungry, but when I chewed the beef, he realized that he could not sleep was probably because he was hungry.

My stomach then cried with tears.

Jiang Yuduo, who was holding another bowl of wine in front of him, suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke was a little embarrassed.

"I heard the sound." Jiang Yuduo said softly.

He couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness, but Cheng Ke could feel the vigilance on his face when he heard his tone.

"Me." Cheng Ke cleared his throat, "My stomach screamed..."

Before he finished speaking, his stomach seemed to be trying to prove his words. He screamed again, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to lie on the table.

"You..." Jiang Yuduo seemed relieved at first, then was a little surprised, "Even if it was broken, you can't have a stomachache just after eating it, right?"

"I'm hungry," said Cheng Ke.

"Fuck me, I'm so hungry, you say," Jiang Yuduo took his cell phone, "I'll ask someone to send it here, but it's probably a bit difficult for you to eat high-end young master's midnight snacks. Now there's only barbecue."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything. The situation where a human face suddenly lit up in the darkness should have been a bit horrible, but for some reason, Jiang Yuduo, who is not as amazing and handsome as he usually has, can withstand this pale light from bottom to top.

Jiang Yuduo started dialing, and he came to his senses and quickly reached out to shake it on the screen: "No! Just have jerky beef!"

"No?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"It's really no need. When you ask someone to send me, I'll be full of jerky." Cheng Ke was very glad that he was not just a temporary politeness at this time, but had a good reason.

"Okay." Jiang Yuduo put his phone aside, picked up the bowl and kowtowed it to the bowl in front of him, and took a sip of wine.

Cheng Ke didn't care about his image anymore. He chewed four pieces of jerky before he stopped and took a sip of wine.

The wine was indeed good. It slid into his appetite warmly. He leaned back to the back of the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yuduo sat opposite him, holding a piece of beef jerky slowly tearing it up little by little.

Because he couldn't see his expression clearly, he couldn't touch his eyes, and even more so, Jiang Yuduo's body with only a pair of underwear, Cheng Ke was silent about it and did not feel any discomfort.

Jiang Yuduo tore up a piece of jerky, drank half a bowl of wine before asking: "Aren't you going to chat? What are you talking about?"

Yes, what are you talking about?

Cheng Ke originally thought there should be a lot of things he wanted to say, and no matter what he said, he would feel unrestrained and safe when he was unfamiliar with someone he was completely impossible to come into contact with before.

Just chatting for a while, just say whatever you think. Jiang Yuduo suddenly asked this question, as if he had called for a preparation, so he didn't know how to speak.

"Do you have anything to talk about?" he asked.

"You are the one who asked me to chat in the middle of the night, why do you ask me?" Jiang Yuduo said, "But you can just let me chat."

"Yes." Cheng Ke looked over him, and could only see the faint light on the bridge of his nose, straight.

"I just want to talk," Jiang Yuduo took a sip of wine, leaned over on the table, "What are you doing here?"

This is another sentence.

Cheng Ke didn't even want to sigh: "What do you think I'm here for?"

"Who did you see just now?" Jiang Yuduo was still lying on the table, his low voice making people feel hoarse.

To be honest, Jiang Yuduo's voice sounds pretty good. If it weren't for the inexplicable topic of his current topic, Cheng Ke would have wanted to praise it.

"Just now?" Cheng Ke asked.

"You are standing across the street," said Jiang Yuduo. "Who is the person you see?"

"The person I saw?" Cheng Ke suddenly felt creepy, and his back suddenly became cold. He couldn't help but put his hand on his back and pulled it a few times.

"Don't pretend," said Jiang Yuduo, "I've been watching you in the house."

"I didn't see anything, where did the people come from on the street just now?" Cheng Ke was patient.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything. After a while, he stood up, turned on the living room light, turned around and walked to him, bent down and stared at his face.

This scene was so magical, Cheng Ke had to push Jiang Yuduo's shoulder: "I really didn't see anyone. I feel a little scared when you say that."

"I'm afraid of it. If I really say you are my friend, there are not many people here who dare to touch you," Jiang Yuduo stood up straight, turned off the light again, and sat back opposite the table, "Do you want to take your watch back?"

"...No," Cheng Ke was stunned for a moment, and then sighed, "If you don't say it, I've forgotten about this."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded, "I can't take it back, I won't give it to you."

"You take it." Cheng Ke took a sip of wine.

Suddenly I felt a little disappointed.

It’s not because of Jaeger-LeCoultre, it’s just a watch, and it doesn’t have much memorial significance. If he earns 300,000, he probably can still think about it.

His loss came from Jiang Yuduo's words, "I really want to say you are my friend."

Jiang Yuduo did not regard him as a friend.

Of course, it was nothing strange that he didn't regard him as a friend. He himself had always defined Jiang Yuduo as the "landlord", a person he didn't know very well.

But for some reason, I still feel a little disappointed.

Maybe his friend came too easily. At the previous pace, he could already give him the title of "friend" with such a relationship with Jiang Yuduo.
To be continued...