Cheng Ke remembered that not long ago, Jiang Yuduo told him seriously, "I won't just think that anyone is my friend." Friends are very heavy with me."

He always thought that Jiang Yuduo did not regard him as a friend. He could regard Jiang Yuduo as a friend. After all, the threshold for his friends is relatively low, and he can introduce this to my friend by eating a few meals. As for Jiang Yuduo's weight, he actually didn't think too much about it.

Now I suddenly heard Jiang Yuduo announce that they are friends. Apart from the soft feeling in my heart, I was still a little confused.

It didn't take long for Jiang Yuduo to define his friend as if he was a erratic person.

"You didn't say... friends are very important..." Cheng Ke looked at him.

"I'll rush back to you today." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Is that right?" Cheng Ke was stunned, "I was mainly afraid that something would happen. I thought Chen Qing could withstand it for a while, but he fell to the ground in one second."

Jiang Yuduo smiled: "He doesn't know how to fight, he has been a child, so he has been fond of him."

"I'm not actually..." Cheng Ke ran back, indeed worried. But he was not a particularly cold person. He watched the people he knew one-on-three, and the other party even called his name. In order to ensure his safety, Jiang Yuduo would rather not be able to make a living than call the police. In this case, he would really run away. It's really unreasonable. "Chen Qing and your little brothers won't leave you alone."

"It's different," said Jiang Yuduo, "Apart from Chen Qing, all the brothers know that if they don't care about me this time, I won't care about them in the future."

Cheng Ke almost understood what he meant. Jiang Yuduo would take care of his brothers, and those brothers would also contribute to him. However, Jiang Yuduo was different from other bosses, such as Baduo. Even if there was the same exchange of interests, Jiang Yuduo could still see his brother's scalp being frozen and blue when he was in a hurry to take a taxi.

Cheng Ke felt that this might be one of the reasons why he was anxious when he saw that Jiang Yuduo was in trouble.

"No one has ever treated me like this." Jiang Yuduo took a sip of cigarette.

"Where?" Cheng Ke smiled, "Isn't it your little brother, but are you running back to help you..."

"No one has ever pulled me over when I was doing it." Jiang Yuduo interrupted him.

Cheng Ke looked at him and responded for a long time: "Oh."

"It's different from running back to help me," said Jiang Yuduo. "For the first time, someone was worried that I had too heavy hands. I've never told me to take action with all my strength."

It's "they" again.

Cheng Ke could hear that the "they" that Jiang Yuduo referred to Chen Qing and his little brothers, and these people just hoped that he could win.

But he did not ask what these "they" were. Jiang Yuduo answered questions again and again. With his upbringing, he could no longer ask.

Maybe one day Jiang Yuduo wants to say it.

After standing for a while, the alarm clock that Cheng Ke placed in the living room rang.

"What's the sound?" Jiang Yuduo was stunned.

"Alarm clock," Cheng Ke returned to the living room and pressed the alarm clock, "Remind me that I can almost have supper."

Jiang Yuduo followed him and stared at him for a while: "Do you want to test your IQ?"

"Sometimes I'm still sleeping now," said Cheng Ke.

"The first time I saw someone who had to set an alarm clock for dinner," said Jiang Yuduo. "Don't you know that the alarm clock can be set by your mobile phone?"

"I like the alarm clock," Cheng Ke turned the alarm clock again. It would ring in a minute. He put the clock on the table and looked at Jiang Yuduo, "That's it."

"Where?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him for no reason.

"Wait." Cheng Ke said.

"What are you waiting for?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke didn't say anything and looked at him.

Jiang Yuduo frowned and looked at him.

A minute later, the alarm clock shouted out a string of ding-dings.

"Hey!" Jiang Yuduo was so scared that he jumped to the side and shouted, "Damn it! Why is it still fucking sound!"

Cheng Ke reached out and slapped the alarm clock on the head, and the ringtone stopped.

"That's it," he said, "I just like this one, and with a beat, it stopped."

"Did you live a boring life every day?" Jiang Yuduo said, "and you have fallen to the point of playing like this."

"Do you don't have such a hobby of passing time?" Cheng Ke asked.

"No," Jiang Yuduo shook his head, "I don't have any hobbies, both big, medium and small, and I don't have to pass the time."

"...Are you busy from morning to night every day?" Cheng Ke said with a tweet, "Count the trash cans in your territory?"

"No," said Jiang Yuduo, "I haven't counted it, but I know that there are only one hundred meters and two on the other side of the bar street, some classifications and some are not distinguished. The gap between the streets with fewer people next to it is 150 meters."

Cheng Ke looked at him, speechless.

"Time cannot be passed," said Jiang Yuduo.

"Hmm?" Cheng Ke looked at the pointer on the alarm clock.

"Time passes very slowly, always so slowly. The more I pass it, the more I find it passes slowly," said Jiang Yuduo. "You can only feel better if you forget it."

Cheng Ke smiled.

He didn't quite understand Jiang Yuduo's feelings. In his opinion, only when he was particularly uncomfortable, he was sick, uncomfortable, and was depressed, would he feel that time passed too slowly.

He suddenly remembered Jiang Yuduo's answer to the protagonist.

I'm not.

What kind of life state does it mean that time is always slow?

The two stood in the living room for a while, and Jiang Yusuo walked away to the window and looked out. Cheng Ke found that when Jiang Yusuo looked out the window, he would never lift the curtains.

He looked at Jiang Yuduo's silhouette, stunned for a while, and looked at the time again.

It's supper time now. For Cheng Ke, this time is a bit embarrassing, mainly because Jiang Yuduo is here, and there seems to be no intention of leaving.

If he is alone, he will order takeout if he is hungry. If he is not too hungry, he will make a bowl of instant noodles or cook two eggs to eat.

Now if he stayed with Jiang Yuduo for dinner, he couldn't bring out the food that could be served and he was not willing to go out to eat. He had never had any experience of treating people to dinner for two consecutive days in his life.

But he couldn't say anything when he directly asked Jiang Yu to take away the person.

"Are you... hungry?" He struggled for a long time and asked Jiang Yuduo.

"Hungry." Jiang Yutuo answered very simply, and he didn't seem to hear his subtext. After saying this word, the answer was considered complete.

"Then what do you want to... eat?" Cheng Ke had no choice but to ask again.

"You are someone who can't even hit a gas stove," Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at him, "Is there the courage to ask such a question?"

"I can fucking beat me!" Cheng Ke said.

"Sichuan cuisine." Jiang Yuduo said.

"...what?" Cheng Ke was stunned.

"You ask me what I want to eat," Jiang Yuduo curled his lips, with a provocative look of pride, "I tell you that I want to eat Sichuan cuisine, and what?"

"You go out and eat by yourself." Cheng Ke said.

"Don't you eat?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I'll make instant noodles," Cheng Ke said, and curled the corners of his mouth, "Do you eat it?"

"Eat." Jiang Yuduo said.

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

"You actually can't make instant noodles, right?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Okay," Cheng Ke turned around and walked towards the kitchen, "Wait, you said you want to eat, don't regret it."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

The instant noodles are still easy to soak. Cheng Ke took a kettle and put it in water and put it on the gas stove to burn. Sometimes he can improve the level, boil a bowl and put an egg.

Compared to when he was at home, his current progress was so much that he even had to look at him.

But today he doesn't plan to cook, just soak two bowls.

He took out two instant noodles from the cabinet: "Do you want spicy or pickled cabbage or Sanxian?"

"Spicy," Jiang Yu took it to the kitchen door and leaned against the door frame, "So many?"

"You have to change your taste." Cheng Ke took two spicy ones and put them on the desk.

"Isn't it also instant noodles if you change it?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"Can you watch quietly? Or do you go and read a novel for a while?" Cheng Ke said with a frown while unpacking the instant noodles.

"I'll watch quietly." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke ignored him, tore open the lid of the instant noodles, took out the bags, and tore them one by one into it. After both bowls were ready, he stood in front of the gas stove and waited for the water to boil.

The water was just starting to get angry, and his cell phone rang in the living room.

He was stunned. Since he left home, he had almost no phone calls. His former "friends" would send messages occasionally, but Liu Tiancheng would send messages, and they would never contact him again. Xu Ding usually sent him a message when something happened. He had never received fraudulent calls and advertising promotions in the past.

When he went back to the living room, he picked up his phone and saw the number displayed on it, he felt depressed.

He did not have Cheng Yi's number, but he remembered Cheng Yi, the last number that was as superstitious as a license plate.

Why did Cheng Yi call him? This kind of private contact that cannot show his deep brotherly affection should be an invalid investment for Cheng Yi.
To be continued...