Cheng Ke didn't say anything, looking at his head.

It has been a long time since he knew Jiang Yuduo. For the first time, he noticed that there were two hair spinning on Jiang Yuduo's head, and... a thin scar.

Perhaps this scar was only left by Jiang Yuduo for ten years on the streets, but the things he said about childhood still exploded in Cheng Ke's mind instantly.

Cheng Ke reached out and touched his head gently.

Just as he was about to apologize, Jiang Yuduo raised his head: "Cheng Ke."

"Hmm?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"You said I...is it?" Jiang Yuduo threw away the cigarette and rubbed his nose, "Is it..."

Looking at his frowning eyebrows, Cheng Ke felt that he could hardly guess what he was going to say. He cleared his throat and wanted to answer it quickly, so as not to be embarrassed by Jiang Yuduo's inability to speak.

But Jiang Yuduo spoke quite frankly: "Do you think I am **?"

"You..." Cheng Ke had already thought of a lot of answers, but suddenly he couldn't say anything. After a long time, he said, "Why do you ask this?"

"I just yelled." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke was stunned.

"Does this mean me too?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"What did you just say?" Cheng Ke couldn't help asking.

"Are you deaf when you get drunk by alcohol?" Jiang Yuduo stood up and pulled his pants, feeling a little impatient, "I'm y."

"Ah." Cheng Ke was shocked by Jiang Yu's snatch, and almost thought he was going to take off his pants and prove it to him. He looked down in a conditioned manner.

"Look at it," Jiang Yuduo sat back on the toilet lid in a muffled voice, "I've gone down, how long has it been."

"...Have you gone down by yourself?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Or can I still beat it?" Jiang Yuduo stared at him.

"When I didn't ask." Cheng Ke waved his hand.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything anymore, and looked down as if he was sulking with someone and stopped moving.

Cheng Ke stood in front of him for a while, feeling that the dizziness in his head had not passed yet, and he couldn't stand it a little. He reached out and supported the wall: "Go out, it's so boring to sit here."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo stood up and squeezed out of him in a flash.

Cheng Ke opened the bathroom window and entered the living room.

Jiang Yuduo sat on the sofa, staring at the TV in a daze.

"Do you want to... watch a movie?" Cheng Ke asked.

"No." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Then... sleep?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"I can't sleep." Jiang Yuduo replied.

Cheng Ke hesitated for a few seconds, walked over and sat on the sofa, not daring to get too close to him, for fear that he would be awkward.

Jiang Yuduo turned his face and looked at him: "Don't you sleep?"

"Do you want to talk?" Cheng Ke asked.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Yuduo still looked at him.

"Chat is just a casual chat, not a topic essay," Cheng Ke sighed, "Can you ask me what I talk about every time..."

"Proposition composition?" Jiang Yuduo didn't understand.

"... Do you want to talk now?" Cheng Ke had to change his way, "Do you want to talk to me? Do you want to chat with me or something?"

Jiang Yuduo frowned and was silent for a while: "I don't want to."

"Your uncle," Cheng Ke stood up, "Good night."

"Good night." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Are you sleeping on the sofa?" Cheng Ke walked to the bedroom door and turned around, "If you sleep on the sofa, take the bedding cover and I will have one hand."

"Oh." Jiang Yuduo stood up, went to the cabinet and carried the pillow and quilt out, and then said, "Don't close the door."

When he spoke, Cheng Ke had already brought the door over. After he said this, the door just slammed.

A second later, the door was pushed open by Jiang Yushuo: "Let you not close the door."

Cheng Ke only remembered something at this moment and spoke carefully: "You didn't say..."

"I'm not afraid that you are in danger," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "I'm just... Don't close the door anyway. If you want it, I will think you hate me."

"I won't kiss someone I hate," said Cheng Ke.

Jiang Yuduo paused, turned around and returned to the sofa, shaking the quilt.

"You won't take a shower?" Cheng Ke asked.

Jiang Yuduo held up the quilt and stopped in the air: "Can't I lay the quilt first and then take a shower?"

"Good night." Cheng Ke said.

"I've said it once," Jiang Yutuo said, "Good night."

Cheng Ke didn't know whether Jiang Yuduo fell asleep, whether he got up, and how he was sleeping. He went to bed and closed his eyes and slept until dawn without even having a dream.

The cell phone was shouting at the head of the bed. He stretched out his hand in a daze to touch the cell phone. When he saw the plaster, he realized that he was stretching out his right hand, so he changed to his left hand.

Before he could touch the phone, a hand swayed past his eyes, and then the phone came to his eyes.

"Xu Ding." Jiang Yudu's voice came from above him.

Only then did Cheng Ke find that Jiang Yu was standing beside his bed.

"You got up so early?" Cheng Ke asked.

"…it's been eleven o'clock." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Ah," Cheng Ke was stunned for a moment and quickly answered Xu Ding's call, "Hey?"

"Today, I went into the table, chairs, sofas, etc., and someone went to install it at the front desk," Xu Ding was a little noisy, and it sounded outside, "Lin Xu is there, do you have time to go over and take a look in the afternoon?"

"I have time." Cheng Ke said.

"That's fine," said Xu Ding. "I'll take the designer over tomorrow and pack up the things. You can go there in the afternoon and count them. Don't do it. Is your hand broken?"

"Yes, I fell down." Cheng Ke sighed.

"Is it serious?" Xu Ding asked, "I know a director..."

"It's not serious, it's fixed and will be removed next month." Cheng Ke smiled.

"Okay," said Xu Ding, "you just need to work harder in the afternoon and open the business."

"Is it busier to open?" Cheng Ke said.

"You don't have to be busy. I'll do a few activities first. Just watch it," said Xu Ding, "but if you have your hands done, you have to be busy."

"Okay." Cheng Ke said with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, he sat up. Jiang Yuduo stood by the bed, not knowing whether he was waiting to help him get out of bed or had something to say.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at him.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"And..." Cheng Ke pressed his stomach and carefully felt it, "It's okay, I don't feel hungry."

"Yes," Jiang Yuduo pulled a chair next to him and sat down, "Talk for a while?"

Cheng Ke was stunned: "Okay."

"I sat here in the middle of the night last night," said Jiang Yuduo, "and sat until just now."

"...If you can't sleep, you can ask me to get up." Cheng Ke was a little surprised.

"Why are you getting up? I didn't want to talk to you at that time." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Then you fucking sit by my bed and look at me all night," Cheng Ke said, "A filial son."

"Cheng Ke," Jiang Yuduo bit his lip, "Did you say you had any thoughts about me before?"

Cheng Ke stared at Jiang Yuduo for a while, and felt that Jiang Yuduo had not been resting that night. He didn't stutter or hesitate when he talked about such a topic.

Just straightforward and neat.

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

"Is there any more now?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded again.

"What are the ideas...what do you think?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke paused, and the question was a little difficult to answer. He had never discussed with anyone what "ideas" were.

After thinking for a long time, he cleared his throat: "It's just... all kinds of ideas, including but not limited to wanting to stay with you, wanting to touch you, kiss you..."
To be continued...