Maybe I have become dull and have been away from such a long time. The keenness that can only be maintained under high-intensity and high-pressure training is gradually fading away.

"It's okay, you are all safe in the future, you are all safe, no one will hurt you anymore, no one will hurt you anymore."

Someone said this to him.

But he doesn't remember who this person is.

He only knows that he cannot trust anyone who shows goodwill to him. Any behavior that makes you relax your vigilance will be the next attack.

But he believed this sentence and believed it very seriously.

Because this is what he has been looking forward to.

It's a pity.

He still can't get rid of those people, those memories, and those hurts.

Just like back then, it was neither light nor heavy, not fatal, but it hurts a lot.

The only change is that he will no longer talk about the past to others, nor will he tell anyone who they are, no one will believe it, and he will not want to be regarded as a lunatic.

A car drove over outside the window, stopped in front of the window, and honked the horn.

This is Chen Qing.

Jiang Yu took it over and opened the door.

"I went to Fulou to order a few dishes," Chen Qing brought two bags into the house, "It's all your favorite food."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo nodded.

"I'm turning on the light?" Chen Qing asked with his hand on the light switch.

"Open it." Jiang Yuduo sat down next to the table.

Chen Qing turned on the light and came over to help him take out all the food and line it up on the table: "Eat, I'll go home first."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

Chen Qing is a fool most of the time, but he has always dealt with this situation well and will leave him enough time to stay by himself.

"Tomorrow, Building 3 will collect rent," Chen Qing said, "Is it my go?"

"I'll go." Jiang Yuduo said that Chen Qing could collect the rent from Cheng Ke, and he had to go there in person. He didn't want Lu Qian to have any ideas.

"Okay." Chen Qing poured him a glass of water, then opened the door and left.

Jiang Yuduo had no appetite. Even if he could smell the vegetables, he was the ones he liked to eat, but he still had no appetite.

But he still picked up the chopsticks and ate all the food in one bite.

Finally he burped.

The cell phone rang in the living room. Cheng Ke stood in front of the gas stove and looked at the pot on the stove, not wanting to pick it up at all.

He is now depressed and has a half-hearted stomach. He thought it would be easy to cook a pot of white porridge, but he didn't expect that after an hour, he only cooked a pot of boiling water to soak rice.

Today he felt that it was really inconvenient to not have a rice cooker in the kitchen. Although he had lived there for so long, he cooked this porridge.

I had known that I would order takeaway directly, so I really overestimated my cooking skills.

The second time the phone rang, he turned around and went to the living room to take a look. Surprisingly, the phone was called by Chen Qing.

He answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Brother Ji," Chen Qing's voice came out, "Have you eaten?"

Cheng Ke was unable to correct the new name, and just replied: "No, I'm doing it."

"Are you cooking?" Chen Qing was very surprised, "Isn't it safe?"

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, not knowing whether this insecure is whether he would blow up the kitchen or poison himself.

"Why do I bring you some?" Chen Qing said, "I just went to Tingfulou to buy food, and I took some for my third brother, and there were still more."

"No, no," Cheng Ke said quickly, "I've done it."

"Didn't you just say you're doing it?" Chen Qing said.

"Yes, it's done now." Cheng Ke replied.

"...Oh, that's pretty fast," Chen Qing said, "What, I'll ask, how is your injury? Does it affect your vision?"

In fact, the punch didn't hit the eye, but Cheng Ke still blinked subconsciously, looked around again, and then replied: "It won't affect."

"Why don't you go to the hospital for a check-up?" Chen Qing's tone was not very relieved, "In this case... the third brother must be heavy."

When Chen Qing mentioned Jiang Yuzhuo, Cheng Ke paused and hesitated for a moment: "How about you, let's take the food over."

"Ah?" Chen Qing was stunned.

"I have wine here," said Cheng Ke, "eat together."

Chen Qing said for a long time: "What do you want to do?"

"...What can I do?" Cheng Ke said.

Chen Qing was silent for a while before speaking: "Okay, I'll go there now."

Cheng Ke poured out half of the water from the pot of boiling water, then put the pot back on the stove and continued to cook. Perhaps if the water is boiled dry, you can still get a pot of white rice?

However, the first sentence after Chen Qing came over shattered his dream.

"You are really a young master," Chen Qing sighed and turned off the fire. "Even if you kneel down, it will not turn into rice again."

"Oh." Cheng Ke also sighed.

"I have rice there, three boxes," Chen Qing said, "It's enough."

Cheng Ke took a few plates to the living room with a little depressed depression and poured the food Chen Qing brought into the plate.

"It's really exquisite," Chen Qing sat down, "Isn't it the same thing to eat when packed in a lunch box?"

"It looks comfortable," Cheng Ke took the ** red wine and put it on the table. "Are you used to drinking it? I don't have white wine here."

"It's all the same," Chen Qing poured two glasses, "I can't dare to drive after drinking it."

"...You can't drive after drinking this." Cheng Ke looked at him.

"It doesn't affect it." Chen Qing said, "Including the driver I used to drive without a license, I have been an old driver for many years."

"This is drunk driving." Cheng Ke held down his cup.

"Damn," Chen Qing looked at him and waved his hand for a while, "Okay, okay, I won't drink it."

"You can just take a taxi back after you drink," said Cheng Ke, "Come here to get the car tomorrow."

Chen Qing didn't say anything, it seemed like he was having a fierce struggle in his heart, wanting to drink, but he didn't want to come to get the car tomorrow.

"That's it," Cheng Ke thought for a while, "giving me the address, I'll drive it to you tomorrow."

After all, I asked Chen Qing to come here today, not just to drink and eat.

"Okay!" Chen Qing immediately slapped his legs, and after finishing the slap, he looked at him, "Do you have a book?"

"I took the book of a2." Cheng Ke said.

"Damn, why are you doing a big exam for a big book?" Chen Qing was very surprised.

"It's fun." Cheng Ke said.

"It's quite fun..." Chen Qing took out the car keys and put them on the table. "Be careful, drive this car belongs to the customer. I just finished painting yesterday."

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

Chen Qing took the cup and drank a sip of wine, grabbed another piece of rib and bit it.

Cheng Ke was thinking about how to speak so that it would not appear too abrupt. Chen Qing looked at him and smiled: "Actually, I know why you are today."

"Hmm?" Cheng Ke glanced at him.

"If you didn't want to ask my third brother about it," Chen Qing said, "You will never ask me to have dinner at your house in this life."

"Don't say it so absolutely." Cheng Ke said.

"It's so absolute," Chen Qing said, "I don't mean anything else, just you and I are not a member of the same place. You don't say you are well-educated, but you definitely don't like me in your heart. You and your third brother are the same, not a member of the same place."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything.

"But you won't look down on him," Chen Qing said. "He is different from us. Strictly speaking, he is not a member of the same place, he just happened to meet him."

Cheng Ke smiled, and Chen Qing was not stupid all the time.

"So just say it straight, don't bend around, we are stumbling on the street, and we can say everything clearly," Chen Qing said, "but I don't guarantee whether we can talk together."

"Is Mr. Jiang Yuduo like this?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Where? Did you hit someone suddenly?" Chen Qing frowned, "Didn't I say that he hasn't been like this for several years, and he has only hit me once before."

"He hit you?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Well," Chen Qing nodded, "He didn't know what he was thinking that day. I thought he was playing with his phone, so I went over and took a photo of him, but he was beaten, but after a few hits, he stopped."

Cheng Ke remembered the moment when Jiang Yuzuo slammed his arm on the mattress today, if there was no such gap.
To be continued...