To be honest, Cheng Ke was very moved when he saw Chen Qing throwing his chopsticks up.

Jiang Yuduo said that friends are very important.

Chen Qing is his friend, and he is indeed worthy of his "weight".

Cheng Ke never experienced such weight. He did not have such a friend. In the most difficult time, none of his former friends stood by him, but became Cheng Yi's friend in an orderly manner. The only one who maintained his previous relationship with him was not changed was Xu Ding, who strictly speaking, was not a friend.

So even if Jiang Yuduo has recognized his friend now, when facing the same situation as Chen Qing, he doesn't know whether he can do this to Chen Qing, and he has started to slap Jiang Yuduo.

"I find that people like you are quite funny," Chen Qing pointed at him, "Do you just don't look forward to people? How long have you known him? How many years have I known him? You are so easy to open your mouth and say crazy? Who are you scolding!"

"It's not a lunatic," Cheng Ke corrected Chen Qing, "Yes..."

"I care if you are crazy or not," Chen Qing interrupted him, "I think you look like a crazy!"

"I'm sorry." Cheng Ke could only apologize. Under Chen Qing's emotions, he probably couldn't listen to any explanation.

"The third brother treats you as a friend," Chen Qing still pointed at him. Sorry, these three words are probably not as good as anyone who coughs and attracts attention. "I'm afraid something happens to you, so I'll let Dabin follow you. Are you looking at him like this behind your back?"

"I don't mean that," Cheng Ke sighed, "I just want to figure out what's going on. After all, I almost let him beat him up today."

"Then are you useless!" Chen Qing said.

"Why didn't he stop?" Cheng Ke also slapped the chopsticks on the table, "You have been beaten by him, do you know how heavy he is! I will ask you just because I treat him as a friend! If you want to change someone, I will just call the police! I don't care about so much!"

Chen Qing frowned and stared at him for a while. His tone was no longer as excited as before, but he was still not very happy: "I found that you rich people are usually idle when you are full. It's just such a simple thing, and you can come up with a set of 100,000 why."

Cheng Ke poured Chen Qing wine: "Just treat our way of caring for friends in different ways."

"I'll remind you," Chen Qing said, "Don't care so much about him in front of your third brother. Your way of caring is a type of scum."

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded, "When did you two meet?"

"He is still eleven at the age of ten," Chen Qing took a sip of wine. "I am two years older than him, but I was not as tall as him at that time."

"...You are not as good as him now," said Cheng Ke.

"Can you chat?" Chen Qing tweeted, "Are you taller than him?"

"It's almost the same, I'm not shorter than him anyway." Cheng Ke smiled.

"Is it amazing?" Chen Qing said, "You have the ability to compete with Ba Du. He is more than 1.9 meters tall, but you are less than 1.8 meters tall."

"Well, that's right," Cheng Ke nodded in order to stop Chen Qing from going off topic, and brought the topic back, "He said he was an orphan?"

"Yes, he was alone when he came, and he had no luggage," Chen Qing said. "But with money, there must be two or three hundred yuan. It was quite a huge sum of money at that time, and it was better than you. In this era, I still paid a trash can for one hundred yuan."

Get out!

"Ah." Cheng Ke picked up the cup and took a sip of wine, "That's quite rich."

"Do you know why I followed him so wholeheartedly?" Chen Qing said.

"Why?" Cheng Ke asked.

"He saved my life," Chen Qing said. "The first time we met was when he fished me up from the river."

"That's how..." Cheng Ke was stunned.

"I tell you, I was useless when I was a child... Of course, it's not very useful now," Chen Qing took a bone and gnawed it. "When I was a child, I was always bullied. I can't beat the gangster who is older than me. I'm not going to beat him. I'm quite owing my mouth, but I'll always be beaten anyway."

"Can't you just shut up and be honest?" Cheng Ke said.

"No, I'm also bloody!" Chen Qing sniped the bones, "They got big that day and picked me up with a stone and threw me into the river."

"Fuck me?" Cheng Ke couldn't believe it, "Aren't you afraid of someone's life?"

"I'm afraid of it," said Chen Qing. "You are a local. Don't you know that this area has only developed in seven or eight years. There was nothing in this area before. The old pier was said to be the cemetery of the past."

"That happened decades ago," said Cheng Ke.

"Anyway, even if you really die, no one knows it, it's late at night," Chen Qing said. "There was no surveillance at that time. It was just like that when people were killed on the street. Several cases of people who died have not been solved now."

Cheng Ke knew this, and one of them was a massacre. Every time my mother mentioned it, she would Amitabha Buddha.

"Was Jiang Yuduo fished you up?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Well," Chen Qing nodded, "It was just autumn and it wasn't very cold at that time, so he slept by the bridge and saw it."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything. It was just about autumn night, but it was not very cold, and a ten-year-old child was sleeping by the bridge.

"I admired him very much at that time," Chen Qing raised two fingers, "One is to calm down. Those people were still watching me bubbling when they sink into the pond. If someone else would definitely shout and shout, or they would run away. He quietly dived from the shore, but people didn't notice it."

Cheng Ke nodded at him.

"Second," Chen Qing shook his fingers, picked up a piece of rib and put it in his mouth, "He can really hold his breath! Fuck, he is the one I have ever seen in his life."

"Then aren't you very good at holding it back?" Cheng Ke said.

"No, he untied the stone under the water and pushed me to the surface," Chen Qing said. "I can breathe, I can flutter on the surface. He kept lowering his head, pulling me downstream like his mother flying a kite and it would take hundreds of meters to get to the shore."

"Often drowning people are prone to being caught randomly, so that they are safer," said Cheng Ke. It was just that when he thought that Jiang Yuduo was only ten years old at that time, he felt a little incredible, "And he would not be discovered by people on the shore in this way, right?"

"You're right," Chen Qing pointed at him, "Smart, no wonder my third brother likes you. He was very careful at that time, afraid that someone would find him."

Cheng Ke sighed softly.

"Since that time, I have identified this boss," Chen Qing said. "The third brother is the most stylish boss I have ever seen."

"Why call him third brother?" Cheng Ke asked.

"His surname is Jiang, Sangongjiang, understand, just like Erma Feng," Chen Qing said. "I'll call him San brother. If you are stumbling on the street, you must have a name."

Cheng Ke smiled.

Chen Qing had an average alcohol tolerance, and he could get excited after drinking some red wine. He talked a lot about Jiang Yuduo's childhood, how he fought with others, how he went to Lu Qian to work, and how he helped one little brother after another.

But I have to say that Chen Qing is not a complete fool. He is very strict with his mouth. Even when he is excited, he still doesn't mention a single word about what happened before Jiang Yuduo encountered him.

"At that time, this was quite chaotic, fighting and protection fees were collected," Chen Qing tsk, "The demons danced around, the hundreds of schools of thought, the morning flowers and flowers were cleared... The third brother didn't say that he was the boss, but no one dared to provoke him. In terms of single-handed fights, no one was his opponent."

"Yeah." Cheng Ke nodded, and it could be heard that Chen Qing was promising to Jiang Yuduo.

"There was another saying at that time, and it was very circulated," Chen Qing smiled rattledly, "They said that the third brother had no pain and was not afraid of pain."

"Really?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What a big deal, but it's true that he can tolerate pain very much, he can tolerate it very much." Chen Qing said.

Maybe it's not just tolerant, sometimes the pain is ignored.

Chen Qing had basically eaten all the dishes on the table. Cheng Ke looked at Chen Qing who drank all the last bite of the dish soup and couldn't figure out how he could maintain his body like chopping wood.

"Okay, I've said a lot today," Chen Qing wiped his mouth, "The third brother said, if you have anything to do, you'll come to me. He probably feels embarrassed to see you, after all, he hurts you."

"It's okay." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm leaving," Chen Qing took out his cell phone, "Add a friend, I'll send you the address. You can drive the car for me tomorrow. Before nine o'clock, I will be scolded by the foreman as a scumbag if it's late."

"Yes." Cheng Ke picked up his phone, added a friend to Chen Qing, and looked at the address Chen Qing sent, "A car beauty shop? I said why do you drive in a car all day long?"

Chen Qing laughed: "If you want to drive a car, tell me, I am familiar with the customer, and it will be fine to borrow it for a day or two."

"I don't have the addiction to driving." Cheng Ke smiled.

"I'm leaving," Chen Qing got up, put on his coat and walked towards the door, "There's something I have to say."

"Yes." Cheng Ke responded.

"The third brother is not a lunatic," said Chen Qing. "If he is really a lunatic, can people in this area still be so afraid of him?"

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Good rest," Chen Qing opened the door and pointed to the corner of his eyes. "You should pay attention to the injury. If there is anything wrong, tell me that my mother has an acquaintance in the hospital, so I will take you to see it."

"Okay." Cheng Ke said.

When Chen Qing left, he still slammed the door, which made the windows ring.

Cheng Ke sighed and stood by the table. After a while, he took the largest garbage bag and swept in the lunch box. Then he regretted that if he didn't use the plate to put the dishes out, he would have finished packing it now.

What do you care about? You have to wash dishes.

He slowly packed the plates into the kitchen sink, and it seemed that he should buy a dishwasher.

But even if you want to buy a dishwasher, you can't solve the dishes in front of you immediately.

Cheng Ke couldn't lift any energy since the morning. Now, listening to Chen Qing talking about it without any emphasis all night, Jiang Yuduo felt that it was even more chaotic and clueless.

He looked at it for a while and threw the plate into the garbage bag.

OK, it's finished.

Anyway, there are still many plates, and I only eat instant noodles, so I can’t use them at all.

Cheng Ke took a shower, and the scabbed wound on his shoulder was washed away by water, and it hurt a little more. He sprayed some alcohol on it and returned to the sofa in the living room to sit down.

How to pass the long night?

He picked up the projector's ** and wanted to watch a movie, but the moment he pressed it, he put the ** and put it down again. He remembered the old corpse of the mountain village last night, and his back felt a little cold.

The house is not big, but when I think of the girl in blue, I feel so empty when I stay alone in the house. In addition, there are injuries on my shoulders, so I contact the scene where I support my shoulders.

"Fuck." Cheng Ke lay down on the sofa, pulled over the unpacked quilt and wrapped himself.

In fact, what scared him a little was not just Chu Renmei.

After the atmosphere that became lively because of Chen Qing's existence disappeared, he slowly remembered the fist that Jiang Yuduo waved at him in the morning again from the chaos.

Some are scared.

Chen Qing insisted that Jiang Yuduo had no mental problems, and Cheng Ke could feel that he really believed so, not maintaining the image of the third brother.

Cheng Ke was a little shaken, and some of Chen Qing's words made sense. If Jiang Yuduo really had mental problems, how could he make all the gangsters afraid of him for so many years?
To be continued...