Fortunately, the down jacket that Jiang Yuduo gave him was very thick. He put on the hat and looked at Jiang Yuduo.

This man still has a long-sleeved T-shirt, with a cotton jacket on his outside, and the zipper was not pulled. He just wore a ski hat, and he could still walk in the wind and stretch his whole body.

"Aren't you cold?" Cheng Ke couldn't help asking.

"It's a bit cold." Jiang Yuduo said.

"If you are cold, just pull the zipper up," Cheng Ke was simply puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"I'm used to it." Jiang Yuduo said.

"What are you used to?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.

"Just, for example, you only have a thick coat this winter," said Jiang Yuduo. "You put it on when it was cold at the beginning. What should you do when it was colder? What should you do when it was colder?"

Cheng Ke looked at him.

"It's so cold that I'll add a long sleeve," said Jiang Yuduo. "It's so cold that I'll wear a sweater, and then...and so on, do you understand?"

"Turn with such a ghost," Cheng Ke pulled up his clothes to cover half of his face, "Do you only have a thick coat now?"

"Before," Jiang Yuduo said, zipping the jacket, "but I'm not particularly afraid of the cold."

"Is that right?" Cheng Ke didn't know what to say.

In the past? How long ago? Was that "not very good" childhood?

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, and suddenly put his hand into his pocket, grabbed his hand and held it.

Cheng Ke felt dizzy for a moment after he reacted. When Feng was slapped from behind, he staggered two steps and turned to stare at Jiang Yuduo.

"How is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"What?" Cheng Ke still stared at him.

"My hands are still warm outside," Jiang Yuduo said, and his expression was a little proud, "You keep holding your pockets and still cold."

"...Oh!" Cheng Ke suddenly realized, and subconsciously raised his voice in embarrassment, emphasizing his sudden realization, "Oh!"

"Oh, no." Jiang Yuduo glanced at him.

Cheng Ke was speechless.

When he reached the intersection, Jiang Yuduo stopped and looked back. Cheng Ke followed him and looked back. All he saw was the pedestrian walking in the wind.

"You said yesterday...they," said Cheng Ke, "What's going on?"

"They have been with me for many years," said Jiang Yuduo.

"Who is it?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo had no answer.

"You were injured yesterday, were they?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo frowned.

"Why don't you call the police?" Cheng Ke continued to ask.

"Call the police?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head, "When did you see someone hiding across the street calling the police?"

"You are all under personal threats," said Cheng Ke.

"Are these injuries?" Jiang Yuduo smiled, "Those are nonsense."

Cheng Ke opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"One day I will be so injured that I can't move," said Jiang Yuduo, "You can call the police for me."

Cheng Ke didn't know what to say.

Sometimes he felt that Jiang Yuduo was in a mess, sometimes he felt that he was too sensitive, and sometimes he felt that what he said was true.

If it is all true, it seems that he has already involved himself, call the police?

What did you say when you called the police?

Halfway through, Jiang Yuduo pushed him, took him into a small street, and entered a market that looked very old. It was full of spices, and as soon as he entered, he smelled all kinds of magical smells.

Jiang Yuduo lived here for two months, and for the first time he knew there was such a place.

Come out from the side of the market and turn the intersection after passing the street, he saw a gate with the name of their community written on it, but it was not the one he usually entered and exited.

"Is this a back door?" Cheng Ke asked.

"East Gate," said Jiang Yuduo, "the one you usually walk on is the South Gate."

"Oh." Cheng Ke replied.

When he arrived downstairs, Jiang Yuduo stopped: "I won't go up."

"Okay," Cheng Ke said, hesitating for a moment and then said, "Thank you."

"Just follow the customs of the countryside. Don't be so polite with us," Jiang Yuduo took his pocket. "Every time you say thank you, I don't want to talk anymore."

"I just say something habitually." Cheng Ke watched him take out a piece of cigarette paper from his pocket, and suddenly felt speechless, "Can I ask?"

"Ask." Jiang Yuduo took out a pen from his pocket and wrote on the cigarette paper.

"Do you go out with a stack of cigarette paper every day?" Cheng Ke asked, "Isn't it okay to bring post-it notes? Can you bring more?"

"This is not easy to wrinkle," Jiang Yuduo handed him the cigarette shell paper after writing it. "This is Chen Qing's phone number. If you have anything to do here and can't contact me, you can call him."

"…Oh." Cheng Ke took the cigarette shell paper.

"Go up," said Jiang Yuduo, "If you see any suspicious person, call me."

Cheng Ke wanted to say that I live on the top floor. When I look downstairs, I can only see the top of my head, but after thinking about it, he nodded and turned around and walked into the building.

"Your down jacket is full of stuff." Jiang Yuduo said behind.

"Hmm?" Cheng Ke was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked at him, "What?"

"Just take a clothes rack and pat it," said Jiang Yuduo. "Patch the velvet loose and put it flat when it is washed and dried."

"…ah." Cheng Ke nodded.

After entering the room, he took off and sat on the floor next to the heating. After a while, he let out a break from the coldness he had walked along the way.

Why didn't you take a taxi?

Yes why?

Jiang Yuduo never mentioned taking a taxi, so he didn't even remember it.

He sighed, got up and pulled Jiang Yuduo's coat thrown on the sofa and shook it, folded it and put it in a bag.

After hesitating for a moment, he went to the closet to take out the down jacket, and his original plan was to throw away the clothes.

But now he wants to try Jiang Yuduo's method.

He carried the collar and then slapped the down jacket twice with the hanger.

It seems to be able to withstand it.

So he waved the clothes hanger, whipped the down jacket up and down, inside and out, and then touched it, as if it was a little better than before?

But the arms are a little sore, this is a physical job.

Cheng Ke threw the clothes back to the cabinet, so he might as well buy one again.

He took his clothes to change his clothes and went into the bathroom, planning to take a shower and take a rest.

When he came out of the bathroom, he passed by the living room window. Cheng Ke stopped and looked out.

He rarely looks downstairs. Now it's cold, and the flowers and plants in the small garden downstairs are yellow and withered. They look gray and not angry, and they are basically invisible to people, and they look very lonely.

But after a few glances, he was stunned and stared at the bench next to the fountain in the small garden for a while.

In order to make sure that he was not wrong, he took his cell phone, took a picture of the bench, and then enlarged it.

Jiang Yuduo was sitting on the bench, holding a cigarette in his mouth and playing with his cell phone with his arms and knees.

The little garden, which was already very lonely, became even more lonely because of this scene.

Cheng Ke stood at the window for almost ten minutes. Jiang Yuduo sat there, his cigarette in his mouth had been pinched, but he still looked at his cell phone with concentration.

I guess I was reading that novel of cultivating immortals.

Cheng Ke really admired him very much. After looking at him for a while, he felt that he had no intention of leaving for a while, so he took his cell phone and dialed Jiang Yuduo's number.

When the ringing in the receiver started, Jiang Yuduo looked up at his window, and then answered the phone: "What's wrong? Have you seen some suspicious person?"

"Brother Three," Cheng Ke opened the window, lay down to the window, waved his hand hard and pointed around the small garden, "Look at it yourself, are there anyone else besides you in the building!"

"Then why are you nervous?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"I'm not nervous," said Cheng Ke, "I'm just telling you to let you go back."

"I'll leave in a while," said Jiang Yuduo, "after reading this chapter."

"You'll leave now," Cheng Ke opened the window for a while, and his face felt cold and painful. "It's too cold to take a taxi back."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded and stood up.
To be continued...