"Does it mean to move away?" Jiang Yuduo pinched the squid in his hand, then raised his head and drank all the remaining water, then sighed, wiped his mouth.

Cheng Ke looked at him.

Many times, Jiang Yuduo seems to have two states. He doesn’t know how to define it, but he can feel it.

For example, Jiang Yuduo's calmness is now two states, like the calmness that last night.

"I'm thinking..." Cheng Ke thought for a while, "Or why I'll go home and stay for a while."

"Fuck," Jiang Yuduo laughed, "Do you want to talk to Cheng Yi first? After that, you can see if he can help you return to this home smoothly?"

Cheng Ke sighed, turned his legs sideways and bent his legs, pulled a corner of the quilt to cover it on his legs.

"It's cold? Isn't the heating turned on? Why is it shut down?" Jiang Yuduo pushed the quilt over.

"I have been on for so long, even if the window is open, the air will not be good," said Cheng Ke, "Besides, I'm afraid I'll burn out the oil."

"Did you not sleep all night?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"No, maybe I've been sleeping for a while, but I don't know, I'm in a daze." Cheng Ke rubbed his face.

"Your face is so ugly." Jiang Yuduo said to look at him.

"Better than you," Cheng Ke also looked at him. Jiang Yuduo's face was pale. He knew at a glance that this wave of dizziness was very serious. "Didn't you fall asleep?"

"Well, you can't sleep or move," Jiang Yuduo smiled, "I thought you were asleep."

"How... can you sleep?" Cheng Ke said.

"I've thought a lot all night long, right?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, touched a cigarette and lit it, and threw the cigarette box and lighter to his hand.

Jiang Yuzhuo lit a cigarette, leaned against the car door, and looked out the window: "It's snowing again."

"Auspicious snow indicates good harvest." Cheng Ke said.

"If you can't go home," Jiang Yuduo asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Me and..." Cheng Ke hesitated for a moment, and did not say Xu Ding's name. "My friend built a store and just wanted to make a rough dress before the New Year, and you could stay in the store first, or..."

"Hsu Ding?" Jiang Yuduo asked, his eyes still looking out the window.

"...Well," Cheng Ke looked at him, "I have known Xu Ding for many years and have been in contact with each other..."

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything more.

"Now..." Cheng Ke also looked out the window, "Is there any breakfast sold?"

"Yes," Jiang Yuduo turned his head, "Are you hungry?"

"It seems a bit, and I don't feel like I'm going to sleep all the time, just..." Before Cheng Ke finished speaking, Jiang Yudu had already pinched the cigarette and lifted the quilt. He quickly grabbed Jiang Yudu's arm, "I'll be with you... If you are not hungry, I'll go by myself."

"I'll go." Jiang Yuduo said.

"No, you didn't feel dizzy just now," Cheng Ke pulled him and didn't let go, "It's so cold."

"I'll go." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat anymore." Cheng Ke said.

"I'm hungry." Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

Cheng Ke was speechless for a moment, and Jiang Yuduo looked at his hand: "Save it."

Cheng Ke had no choice but to let go of his hand.

Jiang Yu took off the car, closed the door, looked around again, and then lowered his head and walked towards the east gate.

In fact, for him, the temperature outside is not very cold, but he didn't even take off his coat that night. Cheng Ke also piled a quilt for him. After his body adapted to the temperature, he suddenly lifted the quilt and went to the snow. It was really cold.

He zipped the jacket to his head and walked forward quickly.

The surroundings are very quiet. People who go to bed late have just gone to bed, and people who get up early have not yet gotten up. It is a very safe time for him.

The breakfast shop has just opened, so you may have to wait a while before you can buy food.

In fact, it would be just right to come out half an hour later.

But Jiang Yuduo still insisted on the present, not because he was fighting with Cheng Ke or because he was afraid that he would be in danger. He just thought it out.

He doesn't want to be too embarrassed.

I don’t want Cheng Ke to be too embarrassed either.

Cheng Ke is a good person. Although Cheng Ke does not believe his words, at least he does not believe them at all, Cheng Ke is indeed a good person.

Are you sick?

Someone has said this to him, maybe more than one, but he can't remember it clearly. He can't remember it clearly.

Everything is no stranger.

But it's very different.

Cheng Ke was the only person who never said this to him, and he was even willing to speak carefully along his thoughts.

He is the only one who doesn't disappear immediately when he thinks he will be hurt by him.

Maybe it’s kindness, maybe it’s upbringing, maybe it’s the saying “having ideas.”

Cheng Ke is different from everyone.

He was a little scared.

He was afraid that if Cheng Ke disappeared one day, he would always remember it.

As expected, the breakfast shop had just opened. When Jiang Yu took it away, the owner of the bun shop was pushing the roller shutter door upwards.

"So early," the boss looked at the clock on the wall when he saw him coming, "It's time to wait a while before there is a bun. The buns have just been steamed."

"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo said. When he walked into the store, he felt a little itchy on his face and reached out to touch it.

A thin melting small ice strip was touched at the corner of my eyes.

There were some debris, daily necessities and unprocessed dishes on the table in the corner. Jiang Yu took them away, picked up a small mirror on the table, and looked at him.

In the middle of the emerald green circle was his pale face, probably too cold, and the scar on his face was so cold that there was no color difference from the skin next to him.

There is no redness in the eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, sat down on the stool, lit a cigarette and looked outside.

The outside is gray and white, and the street lights pass through the snow fog, barely illuminating a space, like a trumpet with yellow background and white flowers.

Under the street light pole opposite the street, there was a person standing.

When I saw it for the first time, there was no one, but when I saw it for the second time, Jiang Yuduo saw it.

"Do you want to catch a train?" The boss took down the chairs on the table one by one. "I'm afraid there's no car to catch this point, and there's not a single ghost on the street."

"No, I can't get up early when I can't sleep," Jiang Yuduo looked away, "I'm hungry."

When he looked over again, there was no one under the lamp pole. He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

"I can't sleep when I'm so young," the boss said with a smile. "I am an old man, and I'm just going to fall back every day. You're still not tired enough."

"Probably." Jiang Yuduo said.

After steaming the buns, Jiang Yuduo bought twenty of them, which were quite big. With the hot soy milk, I guess I couldn't finish them.

He stuffed the buns and soy milk into his coat and hugged them, and quickly walked back to the community.

When he could see the car from afar, he lowered his head and touched his eyes, but nothing was touched.

The car door was still twenty or thirty meters away, and Cheng Ke jumped out of the car.

"What," he walked over, "Welcome in line?"

"Welcome the hero who walks on foot to buy buns and doesn't wear hats and returns on the snowy day," said Cheng Ke.

"It's not too far, I'll just cross the street a few steps," Jiang Yuduo patted the snow on his body, got in the car, closed the car door, took out the bag from his clothes and placed it on the seat. "The only store that opens the door is the bun shop."

"Yeah," Cheng Ke also got into the car, reached out to take a bun and took a bite, "I haven't eaten buns for a long time... This bun is quite big."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo also took one.

Cheng Ke held the bun that he had taken a bite in his hand, looked at him, and turned his head away.

"What do I do," said Jiang Yuduo, "Do you want to say that this is bigger than me?"

"Shut up," said Cheng Ke, "Why are you just staring at the destruction of food?"

Jiang Yuduo smiled, lowered his head and bite a big bite of the bun: "Your young master is just a spoiled person."

Cheng Ke sighed and said nothing.

After eating the buns and drinking soy milk, he was stunned in the car for a while. Cheng Ke secretly took a look at the time, and it was half past five.

The car didn't turn on the heating anymore. It was a little cold now. He hesitated for a moment: "Go upstairs, the room is warm."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

When Cheng Ke walked into the building with a ball of quilt in his arms, the security guard was standing at the door.
To be continued...