Cheng Ke has never eaten such glutinous rice dumplings. To be precise, he has never eaten any kind of glutinous rice dumplings at breakfast stalls.

He was surprised that a small piece of glutinous rice dumpling with lotus leaves was so delicious.

It was just a little smaller. He had finished eating as soon as he reached the east gate.

"How much does this dumpling cost?" He asked Cheng Ke, "It's delicious."

"Do you want to give money?" Jiang Yuduo said, "Ten yuan."

"...I didn't want to give money," said Cheng Ke.

"Oh,        " Jiang Yuduo glanced at him, "Five yuan, one dollar of meat, a total of six yuan."

"Why are you paying two prices?" Cheng Ke looked at him. Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything. Looking ahead, Cheng Ke reacted, "What, I want to give you money, you still want to earn me four dollars?"

"If you don't accept it, you will vomit it out." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke gave him a thumbs up: "I'm very convinced."

A taxi drove over, and Jiang Yuduo waved.

The taxi came over. When they were still a few meters away from them, a voice came from behind: "Taxi! I'll fuck me!"

Cheng Ke didn't come back to his senses. A few people who looked like gangsters ran over and opened the car door and got in the car.

"Fuck me?" Cheng Ke was stunned and turned to look at Jiang Yuduo.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, just watched it.

The taxi started, and drove out about ten meters, and suddenly stopped again.

The car door opened, and all the people who got on the bus got out of the car just now. A bald boy ran towards them, and turned around and pointed at the taxi as he ran: "Wait!"

"Third Brother," the bald man ran to them and stopped, and smiled awkwardly at Jiang Yuduo, "I didn't see it was you."

Jiang Yutuo tskated: "Are you used to grabbing?"

"That's not possible, the main reason is that you didn't realize you were going to take a taxi." The bald man grabbed his head.

"Don't you bet," said Jiang Yuduo. "Why are you here if you don't take a taxi? You want to call a taxi!"

"Brother Third, get in the car." The bald man bent over at him.

Jiang Yu walked over to the car and looked back at him: "Didn't go back last night?"

"Well, you can see all this?" asked the bald man.

"Nonsense! The cooling down today, can you be naked if you come out of your home?" Jiang Yuduo pointed at his head, "The skin is frozen and blue!"

"It's okay." The bald man touched his head again and laughed twice.

Jiang Yuduo took his hat down and threw it to him: "Get out!"

"Thank you, third brother!" the bald man shouted.

After getting on the bus, Cheng Ke could still hear the bald man chasing the car outside and shouting again: "Third Brother! Thank you!"

"Thank you, it's not over." Jiang Yuduo whispered.

Cheng Ke looked at him and whispered: "I think you guys are not saying thank you if you are stumbling on the street?"

"He is a different person from me." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Isn't he about the same age as you?" Cheng Ke didn't understand.

"He is my younger brother's brother," said Jiang Yuduo, "Do you understand, grandchildren?"

"...I understand." Cheng Ke nodded.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything anymore, took out his phone and opened it, probably starting to read novels again.

Cheng Ke leaned against the window glass. The temperature outside was so low that it was so windy, but the sun was very bright. It was very comfortable to sit in the car and the heating was not blowing the wind.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Yuduo's side face.

Jiang Yuduo read it very seriously, but his reading speed is quite slow. He is optimistic about one-page novel for a long time.

"Is it still the same thigh-written?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo turned his face and looked at him: "Yes."

Cheng Ke smiled.

"It's not interesting now," Jiang Yuduo frowned. "My favorite supporting role is dead. If I had known this chapter would die, I wouldn't have bought it."

"Isn't it normal to die a few people in the novel?" Cheng Ke said, "The protagonist is not dead yet. If you die a supporting role, you won't watch it?"

"I don't feel anything if the protagonist really dies. After all, so many people are watching the protagonist. I'm happy and sad. It's okay, I'll die alive," Jiang Yuduo quit the novel interface and whispered, "It's not necessarily the supporting role, especially the supporting role, no one cares."

Cheng Ke looked at him without saying anything.

"Like me." Jiang Yuduo added in a low voice.

"Hey," the driver said, "The young man is thinking a lot. Let me tell you that you are the protagonist of your own life."

"I'm not." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke was stunned.

The driver probably could only use this chicken soup skillfully. When he encountered Jiang Yuduo's answer, he couldn't continue, so he sighed and said nothing again.

Xu Dinglan's event was in a very high-end art museum and a small exhibition hall. The theme of the event was "confused", with some paintings and photography works.

Cheng Ke felt that this "confusion" was very good, and it made people start to be confused when they saw the name.

However, he never studies the connotation of the activities. He only cares about his own part. Today he only needs to improvise it, without restrictions, and do whatever he wants.

"You can be confused no matter what you draw." Xu Ding said.

It makes sense, after all, this is the theme. Most people will consciously force themselves to get close to the theme, and those who have not posted it are embarrassed to say it out.

"You can't get in later," Cheng Ke looked around, "There is no place to stay. You can't stand here all the time when you go back."

"You don't have to worry about me," said Jiang Yuduo. "Can I still not find a place to stay? I'm not you."

"...Okay," Cheng Ke nodded, "Then I'm going in, I have to prepare my things."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Cheng Ke glanced at him again, turned around and entered the small exhibition hall through the side door.

Jiang Yuduo has never been to such a high-end place.

With art as the main content, he has probably only come into contact with the kind of places in shopping malls that set up a platform to auction oil paintings.

Starting from one dollar, no one will ask for more than three hundred.

He looked around and saw many exhibition halls, each with different "art". There were actually many people in such cold weather.

Everyone was very quiet, watching quietly, talking occasionally, and the voice was very light.

Jiang Yuduo walked around inside. He originally wanted to find a place to sit, but he didn't find it. Moreover, the atmosphere made him feel a little uncomfortable. Everyone came to appreciate it, but he only saw that he had walked through the wrong door.

He strolled to the entrance of the art museum, and there was a trash can by the wall.

But if there wasn't a girl with a cigarette standing next to her, he wouldn't have seen that the thing was a trash can.

He walked over and lit a cigarette.

The girl glanced at him, gave him aside, and vacated him with a piece, and then asked, "Why didn't you go in?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Yuduo looked at her.

"Didn't you come with Cheng Ke?" said the girl.

"Do you know Cheng Ke?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I've had a few meals," the girl smiled, "but almost everyone who plays with sand painting knows him."

"Oh." Jiang Yuduo nodded. He had never thought that Cheng Ke was still a celebrity in the industry.

The girl took a sip of her cigarette and looked him up and down: "I haven't seen you before."

"Have you seen all the people around Cheng Ke?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"It's almost the same," the girl pinched the cigarette and reached out her hand, "My name is Mi Lier."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at her, and it didn't sound serious, so he reached out and patted her in the palm of her hand: "My name is Lao San."

"It sounds nice," Mi Lier said with a smile, her eyes fell behind him, and she waved to the gate, "Xiao Yi is here too."

Jiang Yu took it back and saw Cheng Ke's younger brother, Cheng Kaixin.

"My brother Cheng Ke, do you know each other?" Mi Lier asked.

"See you." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Yi and Mi Lier nodded, and were obviously stunned when they saw him. Jiang Yuduo was about to walk away, but Cheng Yi had already walked over here.

"Why are you here?" Mi Lier looked at Cheng Yi and said with a smile, "Aren't you not interested in these?"

"I don't have much interest now. Come and take a look when I pass by," said Cheng Yi. "Your male god is about to start performing. Don't you go in?"

"Let's go." Mi Li'er waved to them and ran into the door.
To be continued...