Save me.

These two words are like a fork that poked Cheng Ke’s heart.

It is not as sharp as the knife, not as sharp as the needle, but a series of dull and painful holes are even more unbearable.

Many situations have turned around his mind, it wouldn’t be street fights. No one is more skilled in that kind of thing than the third brother. Even if he needs help, Dabin’s brothers are more reliable, and he is even more unlikely to ask for help because of such a thing.

When Cheng Ke rushed out the door, he was already sure it was related to "them".

But he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuduo, who had been avoiding and trying hard to hide it from anyone, would suddenly tear open his disguise without warning.

It almost makes people breathless.

Cheng Ke kept hugging him tightly. One arm was not enough, so he used the plaster arm and hugged Jiang Yuduo hard.

Jiang Yutuo was seriously injured. He could clearly smell the smell of blood. Jiang Yutuo's head, face and shoulders were covered with blood, and maybe the same in his heart.

Cheng Ke had no idea what he should do for almost a minute.

I just feel heartbroken.

During the long 28 years old, in his life of one year and twenty-nine years old, he cried like this for the first time.

Her face was covered with tears and her mouth was full of salt, with a little bit of a skewer.

After a while, he slowly let go of Jiang Yuduo and held his face with one hand: "Where are you injured? Are you seriously injured?"

"Not heavy." The tears on Jiang Yuduo's face were also in a mess. The scarred face was accompanied by tears and blood, and there was no beauty. It was more than 800 distance from the pear blossoms to the moon, but it could be cut directly into the middle of the heart with an axe.

"I'll call a car over," Cheng Ke wiped his face, "Can we go back first?"

"They haven't left yet," Jiang Yuduo's eyes fell to a place behind him, "and they can't go back."

"If you go back, follow me, don't be afraid." Cheng Ke couldn't help but look back again. At this moment, he strongly wanted to see people, no matter one or two or a few, no matter who they were, as long as they were, but there was still empty behind him, and only the wind swayed gently as the dead branches.

"Cheng Ke will see it." Jiang Yuduo said softly.

Cheng Ke was stunned for a moment, hugged Jiang Yuduo's head and kissed him: "It's okay, whether there are or not, Cheng Ke doesn't care, he doesn't care."

Jiang Yuduo's eyes closed and fell on his face. After a while, he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You are crying."

"Yes," Cheng Ke raised his hand and rubbed his face randomly, "I haven't cried like this for a long time, and I can't control it."

"Cheng Ke." Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Hmm?" Cheng Ke replied.

"You are so pretty," Jiang Yuduo sighed softly, "I didn't get any impact on crying like this."

"...is it?" Cheng Ke didn't know how to answer.

"Go back, it's very close," said Jiang Yuduo. "I'm like this, the taxi won't take us."

"Okay," Cheng Ke nodded, "Can you leave?"

"I was not injured." Jiang Yuduo stood up against the wall, lowered his head and moved his legs.

"Where are you hurt?" Cheng Ke asked.

"The bleeding area is on the head," Jiang Yuduo touched his head and touched the blood in his hand. "It's not too big, it's mainly because it can't stop it."

"Then..." Cheng Ke suddenly felt a little panicked when he looked at his blood.

"Just go back and stop the bleeding," said Jiang Yuduo. "If you don't, go to the clinic in the community to see it. It's okay, and it's okay if it's worse than this."

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded, lifted his coat and put it on.

I don’t know if it was because of the emotional fluctuation. When Cheng Ke and Jiang Yuduo walked back together, they felt so cold that they wanted to tremble all the way.

Fortunately, the road is not long. According to what the taxi driver said just now, it is faster to drive on the small road than to drive.

They walked like this and got home in five minutes.

After entering the house and closing the door, Cheng Ke quickly threw off his coat and pressed the light switch on the wall. Several lights in the living room were on.

"Let me see your injury." He pulled over the chair and let Jiang Yuduo sit down.

"I'll see it after taking the water," said Jiang Yuduo.

"It will get inflamed." Cheng Ke looked carefully on his head. Jiang Yuduo's hair was short and the wound was easy to find. He saw it at a glance.

The three openings were all concentrated in the back of the head.

"Fuck," Cheng Ke gritted his teeth, "Don't you dare to come to the front?"

"It's even worse to pat your nose on the front," said Jiang Yuduo.

"Disin it first and then stop the bleeding?" Cheng Ke said as he went over and took the small medicine box that Jiang Yuduo often used.

"I'll do it myself." Jiang Yuduo took the medicine box and opened it, and took out some alcohol, iodine, and some hemostatic powder.

Cheng Ke knew his style, just pick up the squid and pour it on, and then sprinkle the bleeding-stop powder on it. It took less than five minutes for the whole process.

However, today he did not stop Jiang Yudu from treating the wound in such a barbaric way, but just sat next to him and looked at Jiang Yudu.

"How did this injury... do you do it?" Cheng Ke asked.

"I met Zhang Daqi's people," said Jiang Yuduo, "I passed by his bar."

"Why are you from there..." Cheng Ke stopped halfway.

"I want to get rid of the two people following me," Jiang Yuduo unscrewed the cover and rushed upwards on his head. "I walked there without paying attention."

Cheng Ke sighed softly and said nothing.

Before he could recover, Jiang Yuduo seemed to have begun to recover slowly, and no longer had the helplessness and despair that he had before.

Cheng Ke didn't know if he was really recovering quickly or if he was used to disguising himself, so he was able to "normal" himself in the shortest time.

But this time, the difficulty may be a bit too great.

When I poured alcohol on my head the second time, a large teardrop slid out from the corner of Jiang Yudu's eyes and hung on his chin.

He sniffed, shook his head gently, and the tears on his chin fell.

"I'll help you," Cheng Ke got up and picked up the bleeding-resisting powder, "Just sprinkle it on?"

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo nodded, his voice with a serious nasal sound.

Cheng Ke used his teeth to open the lid of the hemostatic powder, and then sprinkled the wound with the sap like pepper.

I don’t know how much it should be sprinkled. The powder I sprinkled on was soon stained with blood. It felt like it sprinkled for three or four times before I finally saw no bright red blood.

"Fortunately, I didn't faint from blood." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo smiled and sniffed again.

Cheng Ke bent down to see his face, but he quickly turned his head away.

"No," Cheng Ke stood up straight, reached out from behind, covered Jiang Yushu's chin, and gently pinched, "Does the wound hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Yes." Cheng Ke responded.

Jiang Yuduo and him stood and sat down, facing the window. When he came back today, he opened the curtains. At this moment, the curtains were not completely closed as usual, and they were one foot wide.

Cheng Ke looked out. There were not many people, but there would be people passing by from time to time, and there were cars. He hesitated for a moment: "Let me pull the curtains up?"

"...No need." Jiang Yuduo said.

"I'm not, I'm afraid you'll see them," Cheng Ke cleared his throat, "Just, you know, all the lights in the living room are on now."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded.

"Let's just stick here in front of the window," said Cheng Ke. "The people outside look at us very clearly."

Jiang Yuduo raised his hand and wiped it on his eyes, and smiled: "The shape is still very weird, a bit like a ghost movie, right?"

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded, "For the health of the general public, let's pull the curtains up."

"Okay." Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke went over and pulled the curtains up. When he turned around, he saw that there were tears on Jiang Yuduo's face that had just wiped his tears.

He never thought that Jiang Yuduo could cry like this, like a child who was wronged, and could not stop his tears.

Cheng Ke went to the bathroom to get Jiang Yuduo's towel and was about to wipe his cat-like face when Jiang Yuduo's cell phone rang.

"It's Chen Qing." Jiang Yuduo wiped his tears again, reached out to grab the towel, and rubbed it back and forth on his face.

"Come on?" Cheng Ke asked, "How do you know it's Chen Qing?"

"At this moment, I already know that the third brother was taken away by Zhang Daqi," Jiang Yuduo said, "Chen Qing will definitely call to ask."

"Then..." Cheng Ke looked at him, wondering if Jiang Yuduo would cry as he answered the phone, but Chen Qing might have been shocked and got into trouble.

"It's okay," Jiang Yuduo took out his cell phone and looked at it. He answered the phone and pressed the speakerphone and put it on the table. He continued to wipe his face with a towel, "What are you doing?"

This voice surprised Cheng Ke. He could not hear anything different from usual based on his voice.

"Stern brother, are you okay! Fuck! Are you okay? Are you injured? I'll arrive at your house soon!" Chen Qing's voice came from the receiver, wrapped in the wind.
To be continued...