Cheng Ke suffered from insomnia so thoroughly for the first time. He didn't fall asleep all night and just lay in bed and stood there.

Jiang Yuduo was in the bedroom all the time, but he didn't sleep.

Sitting at the window and looking outside.

Cheng Ke didn't know what he was looking at. The window in the living room could see the street. The outside of the window in the bedroom was a backyard, and the wall was quite high and there were no railings.

Only the light can be seen.

Jiang Yuduo was not in a daze. He didn't smoke when he was in a daze. But he was smoking that night.

Although he carefully opened the window a crack and vomited cigarettes in front of the crack, and the cigarette butts reached out as much as possible, Cheng Ke could still feel the smoke in the room.

He would definitely get up and hit people in normal times. Can’t he not stop smoking? Can’t he go out when smoking?

But he didn't say anything that night.

At dawn, Jiang Yutuo stood up and walked out of the bedroom gently, probably washing up.

When Cheng Ke pushed the door open again, he heard him curse in a low voice: "I'm so fucking."

Cheng Ke didn't move. He could hear him taking a piece of clothes and starting to fan the house, probably because he wanted to fan the cigarette out.

But it's useless, Cheng Ke felt a little worried about laughing when he heard it.

"Cheng Ke!" Jiang Yuduo called him.

"Hmm?" Cheng Ke replied.

"Don't pretend to be asleep," said Jiang Yuduo, "Get up and go out, choke to death, don't you feel it all night?"

"...No." Cheng Ke sat up. He thought Jiang Yuduo hadn't noticed that he was not asleep because he was thinking about it.

"Chen Qing will bring breakfast here later," said Jiang Yuduo, "Eat first and then sleep."

"Chen Qing?" Cheng Ke was stunned.

"They made dumplings, let him bring them here," said Jiang Yuduo.

"Oh, okay." Cheng Ke got out of bed and went to wash.

While washing up, Jiang Yuduo followed him as usual and leaned against the door and looked at him.

But today is much more thoughtful than last time. The toothpaste has been squeezed. After washing his face, he helped twist the towel, then covered the back of Cheng Ke's head with one hand, held the towel with the other, and rubbed his face with one hand.

"Hey, fuck," Cheng Ke felt that his facial features were rubbed and moved, thanks to the soft towel, "Where are you helping me molt my skin?"

"Did you work too hard?" Jiang Yuduo took away the towel.

"I'm scrubbing in the shower. I'm not my back." Cheng Ke sighed.

Jiang Yuduo smiled and rubbed the towel and hung it on it.

Chen Qing came very quickly, and the dumplings were still steaming. After putting down the dumplings, he pinched them two more and put them in his mouth: "I won't eat them with you. The boss is here today, I can't be late."

"Let's go quickly." Jiang Yuduo waved his hand.

After Chen Qing left, they sat next to the table and ate dumplings silently.

Once the matter is done, even if it’s just a wash, my mind will fall forward after I’m free. As soon as I turn things around yesterday, I suddenly feel a little confused about what to say.

Cheng Ke glanced at Jiang Yuduo and didn't sleep all night. Jiang Yuduo's face could not see any fatigue or fatigue, which was similar to usual.

But the silence of eating dumplings one by one made Cheng Ke feel that he was a little different from usual.

Jiang Yuduo usually looks very delicious when eating. It is just unearthed after being hungry for more than 3,000 years. He will never queue up to enter his mouth when eating dumplings. He has to stuff them. Today, he eats them neatly and only picks up the next one after eating them.

The amount of food intake has not decreased, not only has it decreased, but if Cheng Ke had not slashed more than ten into his bowl at once, he would probably not have enough breakfast.

After eating the dumplings, Jiang Yuduo stared at him for a long time, as if he had made up his mind, and finally lay on the table: "You asked me about the psychologist before, aren't you jealous, right?"

Cheng Ke was stunned for a moment, and quickly pinched his hand in his pocket, making sure that the phone was in his pocket and that he hadn't slept all night. Jiang Yuduo had no chance to unlock his finger and saw the call list.

It will have to be deleted in a while.

He didn't say anything, and he couldn't tell what Jiang Yuduo meant.

Jiang Yuduo seemed to have not waited for his answer, and took out a cigarette paper from under the table, took a pen and said: "Sister Luo is my psychiatrist, but she can't contact me, so she can only wait for me to contact her."

"Can't contact you?" Cheng Ke asked.

"I never have to find my number to call her," Jiang Yuduo picked up a piece of paint that had fallen off the table, and snatched a large piece of it, "I should buy a tablecloth."

Cheng Ke understood why the number from other places could not be found on the call list.

Very distressed.

Under the appearance of Jiang Yuduo's carelessness, arrogantness and impatientness, he was unimaginable to ordinary people.

After finishing writing the words on the cigarette shell paper, Jiang Yuduo did not move. He held the pen and looked at the paper. After a while, he put down the pen, looked up at Cheng Ke, and slowly pushed the cigarette shell paper in front of him.

"This is... Sister Luo's," Jiang Yuduo said very slowly, but he didn't stop, "Phone number."

Cheng Ke looked at him in surprise and needed to use another phone number to contact him. The number of the psychologist that no one could find was placed in front of him.

This is not just a trust, but also a signal.

"Help me," said Jiang Yuduo, "I don't know what to do."

Save me.

Jiang Yuduo's words could be clearly replayed in his mind last night, perhaps because he temporarily escaped from the chaos, or perhaps because "they" had left. This time, Jiang Yuduo used a more implicit expression.

Help.

In Cheng Ke's opinion, there is no difference between the two, and it is even more uncomfortable because of Jiang Yuduo's words "Help me" that he once again restrained and hidden.

This was Jiang Yuduo who struggled in the dark for a long time before he mustered up the courage to stretch out his hand, and he didn't even dare to wave it around, but just groped carefully.

Cheng Ke took the cigarette shell paper, and Jiang Yuduo wrote it for so long, only Sister Luo and the name of a city, plus a mobile phone number, each stroke was heavy, and the traces that were deeply dented by the tip of the pen could be seen with the naked eye.

He has seen the "business card" written by Jiang Yuduo more than once, and it is the first time he can touch the handwriting on the back.

However, Cheng Ke’s previous guess was correct. This is indeed a city that is far from the south and does not snow during the New Year.

"Can you call her?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke's fingertips touched the back of the smoke-shell paper, and was silent for two seconds: "Can I go to see her?"

Jiang Yuduo was stunned: "Really?"

This rhetorical question made Cheng Ke’s nose sore, and he nodded: “If she is convenient for her to see me, I will go there.”

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo lowered his head and lay on his arm.

"If she's convenient for me," said Cheng Ke, "Are you going with me? Or am I alone?"

"I'll be with you...," said Jiang Yuduo, "If you are alone, she may not see you."

"Okay." Cheng Ke reached out and gently pressed the rubber strip that was stuck on his head.

After all, Jiang Yuduo has experienced no ordinary harm, and it is impossible for a psychologist to easily talk to a stranger about his patient's private affairs.

"Do you have time?" Jiang Yuduo raised his head, "Didn't Xu Ding say you're going to open a business."

"I don't need to go to the store every day before opening, and I will go there if I don't have time," said Cheng Ke. "This is a very important thing."

"Then..." Jiang Yuduo hesitated, "Am I looking for Sister Luo?"

"Whatever, if you don't want to find her, I'll call her." Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo grabbed his cell phone, stood up after a while, and walked into the yard with his cell phone: "I'll call."

Cheng Ke watched him walk into the yard, threw the cat who had passed back into the house, and then closed the door.

This decision to call a psychologist should be quite difficult for Jiang Yuduo, so he didn't want anyone to hear it, and even Meow couldn't eavesdrop.

But when Cheng Ke asked him, he hoped that he could make this phone call by himself, making it easier to explain things clearly and take the initiative in a certain sense.

He got up and poured a glass of water, pinched two cat food and fed it to Meow.

Meow held his hand, and chewed with relish with cat food and fingers.

Cheng Ke sighed softly, wondering if it was because Meow and Jiang Yuduo were with each other every day. He felt that Meow would be the same as Jiang Yuduo when eating. Putting a cat food on his tail might make it eat the tail.

Cheng Ke had to eat enough of this kind of three meals. He had to eat it or not, and had to eat it enough to eat it as much as his usual appetite. How did he develop it? He felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about it.

Jiang Yuduo's phone number was quickly finished and he entered the house with his cell phone.

"How is it?" Cheng Ke asked.

"I said to bring a friend over to see her," Jiang Yuduo said, "Sister Luo said yes."

"Have you asked me who I am? What kind of job?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"The one who picked up the rags," said Jiang Yuduo.

"...That's what you said?" Cheng Ke glared at him.

"No," Jiang Yuduo smiled. It was probably because the phone was very hard for him to call. The smile was ripped out, "I said you are my very important friend."

"Yes." Cheng Ke smiled.

"But... I didn't talk about my boyfriend," Jiang Yuduo said, "It's okay?"
To be continued...