San Fu

After eating the dumplings and returning to the new store, Jiang Kuo took a USB flash drive from the small pocket of his backpack and inserted it into his mobile phone.

"Cast the screen." Duan Feifei said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"We are now a high-end beef shop with TV sets." Duan Feifei reminded him.

"Okay, let's experience the high-end equipment." Jiang Kuo nodded.

There is a TV set on the wall, in order to broadcast some promotional videos and the like, but the screen is facing the street, in order not to reveal the childhood privacy of Young Master Xing Chui Ping Ye Kuo, the two of them pulled down the store door halfway down.

"It would be nice to have another sofa." Jiang Kuo said while sitting on the folding chair.

"Make a sofa and put a bar." Duan Feifei took a chair and sat next to him. "Sauce Beef Salon, membership system."

Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time before pointing out his own photo.

He didn't look at the photos carefully when he was picking them at home. Anyway, he copied them in order. Jiang always carefully stored them in order of age.

When Jiang Kuo opened the first one, he was taken aback for a moment.

"This..." Duan Feifei looked at the kid wearing only a small woolen hat on the big screen, "Fortunately, I thought about closing the door."

"Is this me? Isn't it Jiang Le?" Jiang Kuo looked down at the phone, then backed out to take another look, "It says Kuo."

"Master," Duan Feifei glanced at him and pointed to the kid on the screen, "You can't see such a big chicken? How could it be Jiang..."

Jiang Kuo looked at himself naked on the screen, and was silent for a while: "Is it big?"

Duan Feifei choked, turned his head and coughed a few times.

Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time: "Mr. Jiang actually kept this photo and didn't delete it. I haven't even seen it."

"I'm not willing, I'm hiding it," Duan Feifei said, "How cute."

Jiang Kuo flipped back a picture, which was lying neatly on the carpet, looking at the camera expressionlessly.

Duan Feifei couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Kuo's face next to him. Many people can see a little bit of the current shadow in the photos of a few months or one or two years old. Jiang Kuo was very cute when he was young, like a doll, but with him Comparing them now, as far as the eyes can tell, they are the same person.

By the way, there are expressions.

Jiang Kuo turned backwards all the way. Whether the children in the photos are sitting, lying on their stomachs, or standing with a chair, most of the time they have serious expressions, do not smile, and look at the camera very seriously.

"You..." Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo again, "It was cool when you were young."

"My mother said it was stupid." Jiang Kuo said, "Other children laugh when they see the camera, and I feel like I don't understand what they are doing."

"Don't you really understand? Or is there some other stubbornness?" Duan Feifei asked.

"...How would I know! I wasn't even a year old at that time!" Jiang Kuo shouted, and turned his head to look at him again, "This kind of age that doesn't remember anything is very tragic. It can be arranged and smeared by others, and it's still my own mother. Do it."

Duan Feifei laughed for a long time.

"Look at the bigger one!" Jiang Kuo quickly pushed back.

Duan Feifei watched the little Jiang Kuo keep sliding across the screen, slowly turning into a bigger little Jiang Kuo.

When he was one or two years old, Jiang Kuo's photo scenes began to become very rich, and the characters gradually increased.

"I don't know who these kids are," Jiang Kuo said. "The one in the blue hat is Jiang Le, and the one in the overalls is me. The other children who may be Mr. Jiang's friends may be from neighbors or kindergartens." .”

"It's so beautiful." Duan Feifei said.

"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You're married to Jiang," Duan Feifan said, "at first glance, it looks like a child from a rich family... Mr. Jiang really didn't start from scratch. When you were so young, your family's conditions were already very good."

"He just made up stories. His family had money when he was born, and my grandfather gave him the money when he started his business," Jiang Kuo said. "Of course he relied on himself... similar to me, not as good as you."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"You take your own money," Jiang Kuo said, "Your parents can't give you much, and your uncle can't help you much."

"But my ability to find partners is very strong." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Then me too."

Jiang Kuo's photos should all be taken by Mr. Jiang with his camera. They don't have the kind of posing in a photo studio, let alone the kind of photos taken by Duan Feifan when his classmates went to the photo studio and stood in front of the page-turning background when he was a child. .

Jiang Kuo's photos can reach the stars. Master Ye Kuo has been a real young master since he was born. Needless to say, the scenes of life, when he is older, the photos show all kinds of horseback riding, archery, fencing and skiing. They all look good. Very handsome.

Jiang Kuo's life is shown in front of Duan Feifei through photos one by one. The form is simple but the content is rich, filling the image of Jiang Kuo in Duan Feifan's mind.

This is completely different from the feeling that Duan Feifei had just glanced over and didn't read much.

Now, with curious and exploring eyes, he calmly watched Jiang Kuo grow up all the way, from a round-faced doll to a slender and handsome boy.

I even saw the juvenile and juvenile cannons, and a few Yangkes flashing by.

The older the photos, the fewer the photos. It is estimated that after Jiang Kuo grew up, Mr. Jiang no longer had so many opportunities to take pictures with him.

However, it can be seen that Jiang Kuo has not had many friends all along. Except for the school group photo, apart from Jiang Lele and Da Pao, there are very few other peers in his photos.

"Cannon's head has been so round since he was a child." Duan Feifei said.

"Like an old-fashioned cannonball," Jiang Kuo gestured, "the Yuanyuan kind. When he was a child, he would hit his head on someone when he was fighting, so he was called a big cannon."

"... If he wants to be in our market like this," Duan Feifan said, "he has to be called Sledgehammer."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked with great interest.

"Battering ram," Duan Feifan said, "Do you still remember that when I asked for money for Ma Xiao, among the people I called, there was a guy named Banger?"

"Don't embarrass me." Jiang Kuo said, "All I can remember is a 'group of people', there is only a whole, no individual."

"Okay," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "Bang'er has a younger brother who likes to hit people with his head when fighting. He's called Hammer. The two brothers happen to be Bangmai."

Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time: "It's really bad."

After looking at the photos, an hour passed without feeling at all.

Duan Feifei began to install the light strips on the display stand. Jiang Kuo hung up a piece of cork photo wall, turned to lean against the wall, and watched Duan Feifei work.

Duan Feifei took off his coat, and he was wearing the puppet underneath. Jiang Kuo looked at it with emotion.

Seeing Duan Feifei's waist protruding from under the puppet dog when he raised his hand, he felt a little thirsty again.

"Is there any water?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's in the water dispenser," Duan Feifei looked back at him, "I just changed the water this morning."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo walked to the water dispenser and looked, but there were no paper cups.

Of course not, this water dispenser is their own in the store, and there are two mugs next to it, one is Duan Feifan's, he knows it, and this is what Duan Feifei uses in the third-floor hut, black, easy to recognize.

The other white one doesn't know whose.

Who else is here?

Uncle or aunt?They both use thermos cups.

...Fan Jiabao used it?

Jiang Kuo himself was shocked when this name popped up in his mind.

Theoretically speaking, his feelings towards Fan Jiabao should be jealousy, but it's shocking how pervasive his jealousy is.

"Don't tell me you don't know how to use a water dispenser." Duan Feifei looked at him holding up the light belt.

"This cup is yours, right?" Jiang Kuo pointed to the black cup.

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "the white one is yours."

"Really?" Jiang Kuo was a little puzzled, "Is it mine? Why does it look so unfamiliar?"

"Damn," Duan Feifei felt helpless, "I can't recognize people and remember things. You used that cup once, the time you went with Ding Zhe, and the one you used for drinking brown sugar water. I brought it here specially today."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo remembered, "It's it..."

"I washed it, if you don't feel familiar with it, use mine," Duan Feifei said, "I also washed it and it's still useless."

"You're quite familiar with Ding Zhe." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei clicked his tongue: "Kill Ding Zhe."

"I think it will work." Jiang Kuo picked up the unfamiliar white cup. He didn't pay attention to it when he used it last time. At this moment, he found that there was a line on the cup, "The Fifth Sun Cup Market Song God Fights for Hegemony Sai... No.2?"

"En." Duan Feifei fastened the last buckle of the light strip, turned on the switch and tried it.

The light strips of the entire display stand lit up at the same time, and the shelf instantly became more advanced, and the value of several beef sauce packaging bags and meat sauce bottles on the shelf also increased sharply.

"Please!" Duan Feifei suddenly turned around, grabbed the switch of the light belt in his hand, and pressed it twice, and the light flashed twice. !"

Jiang Kuo was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Is the uncle's name Duan Xiaohao?" He applauded while laughing.

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "my father's name is Duan Yingjie, does it sound like Xiaohao's father?"

"Yes, how did you get the name?" Jiang Kuo asked with a smile.

"My grandfather was very serious at the beginning, but when I became my uncle, I suddenly didn't want to use my brain," Duan Feifan said, "As soon as I wave my hand, the youngest should be called Xiaohao."

"It's okay, at least your father didn't call you Duan Xiaofan." Jiang Kuo said.

"You're pretty good at guessing. My dad said that he wanted to have another daughter, Duan Xiaofan." Duan Feifan said, "Then...then there was no chance."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, took the No.2 cup, took some water and took a sip: "What song did your Niusandao team sing?"

"Katyusha, accompanied by the old uncle, I will sing," Duan Feifei said, "I also recorded a CD, and I will find it for you when I return to the old store."

"Go back now." Jiang Kuo immediately put down the cup.

"Let's go." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo's car was parked in the parking space on the side of the road. Jiang Kuo threw the suitcase into the car, sat in the passenger seat, and waited for Duan Feifan to close the store.

Duan Feifan should have gone to wash the car, the car was very clean, and the floor mats were all clean. Jiang Kuo found that the small compass rope he hung on the air outlet before was shortened a bit, and it is more suitable to hang it there now. up.

After Duan Feifei got into the car, Jiang Kuo pointed to the compass: "Did you make it?"

"Yes, I shortened it a bit," Duan Feifei glanced at him, "Can you find all this?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I'll watch it every time I get in the car."

Duan Feifei looked at him without speaking, smiled after a while, and started the car.

The car had just driven out less than ten meters away, when several black motorcycles rushed out from the intersection ahead, Duan Feifan stepped on the brake: "Fuck."

The motorcycle also stopped. Not only did it stop, but the driver actually got out of the car. As soon as he took off his helmet, he walked over angrily.

"This dumbass." Duan Feifei looked at Fan Jiabao who rushed over with "I'm going to fight with you now" written all over his face.

"Fuck?" Fan Jiabao stopped in shock after walking to the headlights, bent down to look inside the car, and then walked to the door.

Duan Feifan lowered the car window: "You have to go to the emergency room three or five times a year with your driving condition?"

"Is this car Jiangkuo?" Fan Jiabao asked while holding the car door.

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"Where are you going!" Fan Jiabao looked at the two of them, "I'm just going to look for you, I'm going to eat right away."

Jiang Kuo looked at him, and took out his phone to check the time after two seconds: "Ten past four?"

"Go up the mountain to eat grilled lamb chops," Fan Jiabao said, "It will take an hour to drive there."

"Let me first..." Duan Feifei interrupted them, "Pull the car aside."

When the car drove to the side of the road, Jiang Kuo glanced worriedly at the few people who rushed out with Fan Jiabao: "Are these all his friends? Do you want to have dinner together?"

"I don't know," Duan Feifei said, "It's okay, if he wants to bring someone, I'll call Ding Zhe and bring some people you know."

"If you have anything to do, let's talk about it after dinner," Fan Jiabao parked his motorcycle to the side of the road, "Don't leave now."

"Are those together?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's just the three of us," Fan Jiabao immediately understood what he meant, and looked at Jiang Kuo, "Don't worry, I'll just listen to him and I'll know what's going on with you, just the three of us, there are no other messy people .”

Jiang Kuo didn't understand Fan Jiabao's logic, but he was very grateful to Fan Jiabao for not calling anyone else.

"I'll lead the way, follow me." Fan Jiabao stepped into his car, waved at those people, and they drove the car to the intersection and drove away.

"Ah," Jiang Kuo sighed, "follow him."

Duan Feifei honked the horn, and Fan Jiabao's car drove forward.

Jiang Kuo was a little uncomfortable, but felt that this was a natural thing.

Fan Jiabao's feeling is different from those half-acquainted people at the party two days ago. This person is a part of his current life, a part of an extraordinary life. It's just this inexplicable feeling that he has an extra friend. Only in this life can it appear so natural.

Although he was inexplicably slightly displeased with this person.

The mountain where lamb chops are eaten is not too high, it is much shorter than the mountain where Jiang Kuo and the others used to celebrate New Year's Eve, but there are more farmhouses on the mountain, which looks very lively.

Fan Jiabao should come here often, and he brought them into the parking lot through the back door of the hotel very familiarly.

"It's easy to park here," he pointed to the flat ground in front of him. "The place that was repaired last month, I'm afraid your car will scratch the chassis if you park in front of it."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

"...You're welcome." Fan Jiabao glanced at him, "Don't say it next time."

After parking the car, the waiter took them to the top floor of the small building in the backyard. It looked like an inconspicuous farmhouse. There was also a glass viewing restaurant on the third floor, with a good view and no wind.

Fan Jiabao came up after Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifan sat down.

"I've already ordered food." He sat down at the table, "I'm familiar with their food."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"What wine to drink?" Fan Jiabao asked.

"Stop drinking," Duan Feifei said, "I'm driving."

"Have a drink," Fan Jiabao said, "I'll ask someone to pick it up, don't worry about the car, I'll drive it back for you."

"I still have something to do tonight." Jiang Kuo said.

Fan Jiabao closed his eyes, took a breath, let it out slowly, and then opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Kuo: "It's rare that people don't show me face like this."

"Then you experience it." Jiang Kuo said.

"Your uncle!" Fan Jiabao was furious.

"Hey," Duan Feifei waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Old Fan, be careful with what you say."

"No," Fan Jiabao turned to look at him, "You two can't fight like this, can you? Will you fight together after a while?"

"Not at all," Jiang Kuo said, "I am enough."

"Hey?" Fan Jiabao turned to look at Jiang Kuo again.

"Drink," Jiang Kuo said, "according to your habits, you can drink whatever you want."

Fan Jiabao's anger was directly pressed by Jiang Kuo on the Tianling Gai, and he was stunned for two seconds before he nodded: "That's fine, I've already ordered the wine."

"It's not that I don't give you face," Jiang Kuo said, "There is really something wrong, and there will be a lot of things in the store tomorrow."

"Just drink less, so you don't delay things," Fan Jiabao clicked his tongue, "What else is there to do in your store? The old Duan said that the online store will be launched soon. Are you busy with the online store?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "There is still some promotion and stocking to do."

"The publicity is looking for me," Fan Jiabao said immediately, "really, the publicity is looking for me, I can."

"What can you do?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Help you publicize it." Fan Jiabao said.

Jiang Kuo's mind flashed the scene of Fan Jiabao and his flower-armed brothers driving a team of motorcycles speeding past the street, and the loudspeaker on the car shouted "Niu Sandao online shop is grandly launched!" , scan the code to get the coupon"...

"Promote us for the time being..." Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo.

"Do you know anyone from the TV station?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Fuck," Fan Jiabao patted his thigh, "You're asking the right person, I'm familiar with the TV station, and they even filmed my coffee shop."

Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei immediately looked at each other.

"What was filmed? Which program?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I just shoot young people and coffee shops, afternoon tea and slow life," Fan Jiabao said, "I know the program about life that Sister Qing watches, and my friend produced it."

"Do you want money?" Jiang Kuo immediately asked again.

"No," Fan Jiabao looked at him, "Are you still concerned about money?"

"After all, I'm not someone who runs a coffee shop for fun." Jiang Kuo said.

"Hey!" Fan Jiabao yelled, paused and then relaxed, "I'm really just playing... If you want them to take pictures, I can contact you, or you can give them material if you have material."

"It's all right," Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan, "If Jiang Lai comes, can the materials he shoots be used?"

"Yes." Duan Feifei said, "If you shoot more, you can use it for both shop and show."

"Are you planning to find someone yourself?" Fan Jiabao immediately became interested, "Do you need an actor?"

"What..." Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "What actor?"

"Appear on the camera," Fan Jiabao said, "Is there no one in the store? Does the store need some handsome guys or something?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I just made sauced beef or something..."

"Is there someone who can't make sauce beef?" Fan Jiabao said, "I have a chef certificate, so I'm free anyway."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo pressed his forehead.