San Fu

During Jiang Kuo's vacation, he spent two consecutive days singing and dancing night after night, and he didn't bother him to have a meal with Fan Jiabao.

No matter how many people there are at those gatherings, he can be distracted as soon as the shell is released, and anyone who doesn't understand him will come and say a few words, and he will be driven away by his "defiant" attitude.

Fan Jiabao was different from these gatherings. Jiang Kuo felt that he could easily challenge a gathering of 20 people by himself.

In this state, only the sociable little prince Duan Feifan can easily deal with it.

Jiang Kuo sat on the side and only cared about eating and drinking.

This feeling has an inexplicable comfort and relaxation.

When Duan Feifei relaxes and does not need to pay attention to whether he is unhappy, uncomfortable, tired or annoying, he will have the feeling.

During a meal, the two of them were forced to sign a reluctant contract with Fan Jiabao. Fan Jiabao helped them contact the person who worked on the TV program. The chef who made the sauce beef and meat sauce, and the Niu San Dao Fang staff who cameo in the background shuttled back and forth.

"Are you sure the TV station can be contacted?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You're asking me like you're scolding me," Fan Jiabao said, "Don't think that nouveau riche can brag..."

"Really not." Jiang Kuo said.

"Let me tell you the truth, the producer of that column is my neighbor's original residence, and he doesn't have a hook," Fan Jiabao said, "The kind I met every day before the demolition."

"That's fine." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Damn," Fan Jiabao looked at Duan Feifan, "this fucking favor is like an interview."

"Don't you just tell me what kind of person he is?" Duan Feifei said with a smile, "If you're bragging, just say it."

"I'm not bragging, I can almost know the general direction," Fan Jiabao glanced at Jiang Kuo, "The main reason is that he didn't expect his symptoms to be so serious..."

"Let's get down to business." Jiang Kuo pulled him back from the off-road.

"It's definitely not a problem to be on this column. If the material is ready, it can be broadcast today or next week." Fan Jiabao said.

"That's fine," Jiang Kuo said, "Duan Feifei will treat you to a good drink after the matter is over."

"He can't, he drinks a can of beer all night, and even steals cans from under the feet of others as his own." Fan Jiabao said.

Jiang Kuo laughed and glanced at Duan Feifan.

"More than one can." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo wanted to laugh even more, and finally he sighed: "Next time find a time that is not so busy, I will treat you to a drink."

"Hey, right!" Fan Jiabao nodded, "You didn't show your strength today."

After the meal, the big brothers called by Fan Jiabao were already waiting at the gate of the farmhouse, and drove a commercial vehicle to take them back.

"Your car key." Fan Jiabao gave his motorcycle key to a big brother with a flowery arm, then turned his head and reached out to Jiang Kuo, "Don't worry, they often drive my car, you don't have to worry about this car."

"Don't worry about that." Jiang Kuo smiled.

Duan Feifei gave the car keys to Fan Jiabao, and Fan Jiabao gave the keys to another elder brother.

After the fancy car key handover ceremony with drumming, everyone got into the car together.

After getting in the car, Fan Jiabao didn't talk so much. He probably said he was tired, so he lay down on the chair and fell asleep not long after.

Jiang Kuo was hypnotized by his even breathing sound, and also a little sleepy, bumping his head forward several times.

He rubbed his face, turned his head to look at Duan Feifei, and found that Duan Feifan was making fun of him.

"Contagious?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.

"It's too sleepy." Jiang Kuo sighed.

"It's just 09:30." Duan Feifei said.

"By the way, are the uncles still in the store?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"The old uncle is still here today," Duan Feifan said, "The old aunt has gone home to live, and almost all the things here have been moved."

"Where's the one in your room?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice.

"I haven't finished tidying up yet," Duan Feifei also whispered, "I've taken all the clothes and other small things, and the furniture will be moved downstairs for me tomorrow, and then... I can't live here."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak any more, and sighed softly.

Fan Jiabao's car sent them to the entrance of the market, and then put Jiang Kuo's car in the parking lot, and then continued to find a place to have fun with a few flower-armed brothers.

Jiang Kuo stood outside the gate of the market and looked up: "I found it... Guess what I found?"

"You find that you only know that this market has a name today." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo raised his head and laughed: "Yes, that's really smart...I've never looked up at the sign above Dongbianqiao Market."

"Do you know what the name of the new market over there is?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I don't know, I've never entered through the main entrance, I've always passed through the back of the store, directly in the market," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "What's it called?"

"Xingfuli Market," Duan Feihua said with a smile as he walked in, "The house rented by Lao Fan is called Xingfuli Community."

"It's really easy," Jiang Kuo said, "although the name is a bit rustic, but the metaphor is quite good."

"Well, that street is called Xingfuli," Duan Feifei said, "that area is all Xingfuli suits."

There is no one in the market at this time, but because the relocation has started, it is quieter and darker than before. Many shops that are usually closed at night but still have lights on are now dark.

Jiang Kuo suddenly felt a little emotional. He could feel such a change. Duan Feifan grew up here, so he didn't know how it felt.

The back door of Niu Sandao was open, and the old man was cleaning the table on the first floor.

"Uncle." Jiang Kuo greeted.

"Are you here?" The old man smiled and waved to him.

Jiang Kuo could see that his actions were still a little awkward, so he walked over to have a look: "How is your waist recovering?"

"It's not very good," the old uncle clicked his tongue, "The doctor said that in half a year, he won't be a young man..."

"Go fight again," Duan Feifei poured out a glass of water and handed it to Jiang Kuo, "You can still move your waist."

"This kid," the old uncle pointed at him and smiled at Jiang Kuo, "this thing is going to piss him off."

"It's quite exasperating." Jiang Kuo said.

"Hey!" The old uncle yelled with a smile, "I forgot you were with him."

"If you have anything to move, don't move it," Duan Feifan said, "I'll just call someone to help, and I'll be there in two days...Did you put the paper on it?"

"No," the old man sighed, "I'll post it when I leave. I've been in the store for the past two days, and I always tell them when people come over. Some old customers still need me to tell them in person."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded, "Are those old things still there?"

"What old things?" asked the old man, "There is nothing new in this room."

Duan Feifei smiled: "It's the No. 2 disc in the God of Songs Contest."

The old uncle was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Yes! Yes! Does Jiang Kuo want to see it? I'll find it for you, it's in the big box on the second floor!"

The second floor is basically cleaned up, and the last big box has not been removed. The CD is in a small box on the top of the box. When the old man opened it, Jiang Kuo could see that there were many old things in it. things, letters, little notebook, little mirror.

"These are all things from when he and Duan Ling were young. My aunt loves to keep these little rags," the old uncle smiled and took out a CD from below. A word, "That's it, this word is written by Fei Fei."

"How do you see it?" Jiang Kuo looked at the disc. This thing is really old, and the playback tool is very problematic.

"He can put it there!" The old uncle pointed at Duan Feifan.

"Go, go up, and show you the world." Duan Feifei waved.

There was no change on the third floor. There were not many things. Duan Feifan just packed away the clothes and quilts.

After Duan Feifei entered the room, he rummaged through a cabinet. Jiang Kuo walked to the window and found the three small characters.

go tomorrow.

He stretched out his fingers to touch the words, and found that these words had deep depressions, which should have been filled in repeatedly with a pen.

"Is there a saw?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"...What?" Duan Feifei turned to look at him.

"Saw," Jiang Kuo gestured, "Can this piece be sawn off?"

Duan Feifei was stunned for a while and laughed: "Why? Take it away?"

"Don't you think it's very commemorative?" Jiang Kuo said, "I kept a lot of rags when I was young."

"Where did you come from?" Duan Feifei got up and walked over, and reached out to touch the words, "Actually, I have already forgotten these words. I wanted to take some pictures after packing up the other day. I just remembered it when I got there."

"That's why it makes more sense," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm here to saw. The house is going to be demolished anyway. It shouldn't be a problem to saw this piece off, right?"

"Well," Duan Feifei glanced at him, "I'll leave it to you, I really have a handsaw."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.

"Hey, that's right, hit a few more and use it more often," Duan Feifan said, "With your hands-on ability, you may not be able to snap your fingers when you finish sawing."

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it, and couldn't hold back his joy: "Fuck, what a fucking loss."

But I like it very much.

Such a segment is extraordinary.

...Jiang Kuo, are you shaking a little?

"Find me a saw," Jiang Kuo raised both hands in front of his eyes, and snapped a bunch of fingers, "As long as there are two left, I can do it."

Duan Feifei smiled and flicked his finger: "Want to see the God of Songs? Ready."

"Look." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers again.

Duan Feifei put a small pink thing that looked like a laptop but was much thicker than a laptop on the table: "Come on, young master, let me open your eyes, this is definitely something you have never seen before. thing."

Jiang Kuo looked at the things on the table and was stunned for a long time: "Is this... a notebook?"

"No," Duan Feifei opened the lid of this thing, it still looks like a thicker version of the notebook, but there is no keyboard inside, the keyboard is a board with several control buttons on each side, he pressed the power button, " This thing was bought by the old aunt and the aunt opposite, and the aunt bought it for her grandson."

"Is this a CD player?" Jiang Kuo realized after seeing the screen light up.

"What kind of CD player? People call it an all-in-one DVD player!" Duan Feifei introduced grandly while taking out the God of Songs disc, pressing the panel, and the panel popped up, revealing a disc reader underneath.

"Interesting," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll buy one for Mr. Jiang to play with, it looks like a toy."

"...The conflict between your father and son should be caused by you unilaterally." Duan Feifei put the disc in and pressed play.

Jiang Kuo didn't bother to answer him, dragged the chair beside him and sat in front of the integrated DVD player, looking at the screen.

The opening song blared from the speakers.

There is even a title!

Then a 3D three-dimensional character of the PS style appeared in rotation, displaying various rotation effects of horizontal, vertical, and oblique rotations in turn, and then finally freezes.

"The [-]th Sun Cup Dongbian Bridge Market Singer Competition"

"Hey!" Jiang Kuo applauded.

"Okay, I've finished watching the title, I'll cut the track for you." Duan Feifei said.

"Return the song." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

Duan Feihua clicked twice, and another line of 3D fonts made by PS appeared, this time using the big, small, flickering, flickering effect.

"No.2 track, Katyusha," Jiang Kuo read, singing and singing, "Performer, Niu Sandao combination..."

"Please invite the next group of contestants!"

The sudden appearance of the stage scene and the high-pitched voice of the host scared Jiang Kuo, who was close to the screen, almost to his feet.

"Duan Xiaohao from Niu Sandao! Duan Feifan! Combination!" The host shouted happily.

The screen cuts for three seconds to the chaotic auditorium, all kinds of uncles, grandparents, aunts, aunts and aunts who look like market styles, some applaud, some eat melon seeds, some knit sweaters, and the scene is very lively.

When the screen cut back to the stage, the Niu Sandao group was already standing in the center of the stage.

Jiang Kuo was stunned when he looked at the immature boy above and the equally immature...young man.

"This is how old you are!" He turned to look at Duan Feifan in shock.

Duan Feifei sat back on the chair next to him, resting his chin on the back of the chair, turned his head and smiled at him: "The fifth session, this market has been going on for 30 years, last year it was the tenth session."

"How big is this!" Jiang Kuo turned his head and continued to stare at the screen.

"Junior high school, first year of junior high school." Duan Feifei said.

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo said, "It's so cute."

Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Kuo didn't know how to describe his feelings. He always thought that this must be Duan Feifan's high school time, but he never expected to see Duan Feifan in the first year of junior high school who could move and talk.

The stage is very simple, and there is no lighting at all. I usually don’t feel it, but it will be obvious after shooting. The camera equipment in the market is probably not very good, and the whole scene is a bit gray.

But the little Duan Feifan standing in the middle of the stage was not affected by the gloomy and crude stage, and still caught Jiang Kuo's attention at the first glance.

The old uncle was carrying an accordion, and Duan Feifan was standing in front of him with a microphone in his hand.

After the two stood upright for a few seconds, the old man stretched out his hand and pushed Xiao Duan Feifan on the shoulder, Xiao Duan Feifan hurriedly took a step forward and bowed at ninety degrees.

Then he shouted: "Thank you, grandpa, aunt, uncle, and aunt, for coming!"

Duan Feifei laughed out loud.

The audience all laughed and applauded enthusiastically.

This familiar tone and the somewhat unfamiliar crisp voice of a young boy made Jiang Kuo's nose feel sour for a moment inexplicably.

At this time, Duan Feifan's father had been in prison for about two years, but nothing could be seen on Duan Feifan's face. After bowing, Jiang Kuo's familiar small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Your voice hasn't changed yet, right?" Jiang Kuo stared at the screen, "Your smile hasn't changed at all."

"Handsome hasn't changed at all." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

The old man played the accordion.

In this comparison, the old uncle's accordion playing level is still much higher than Duan Feifan's.

During the prelude, Duan Feihua twisted a few times and spun around twice, again getting warm applause from the audience.

"I found out that your No.2 is based on your popularity!" Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed a few times: "Listen! It's time to sing!"

"Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the sky, and the soft veil is floating on the river..." Xiao Feifei raised the microphone and began to sing, "Katyusha is standing on the steep bank..."

After singing a few lines, he stomped his feet and beat the rhythm while jumping up on the stage.

"Ah!" Jiang Kuo raised his hands and applauded along with the audience, "Ah, the little one sang very well!"

Not only did he sing well, but Duan Feifan's social arrogance had already begun to take shape at that time. While singing and dancing, he also interacted back and forth with the audience below.

After the second verse, the old man added harmony and sang together, and then it became a chorus. The camera cuts to the audience, and everyone can be seen singing along, clapping their hands while singing.

At the end of the concert, the camera cut to the auditorium below, and everyone raised their hands to applaud Niu Sandao.

"How is it?" Duan Feifei pressed the pause button and turned to look at him.

"I am now," Jiang Kuo also turned to look at him, "my heart is surging."

"If there were no No.1, we would be No.1." Duan Feifei said.

"...You are the teacher of nonsense." Jiang Kuo said.

"No.1 is Bang'er's mother," Duan Feifei said, "It used to be in a song and dance troupe, so it can't be compared."

"You are already very good," Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei in the freeze-frame picture on the screen, "I didn't think you had such a good voice when you hummed a lullaby."

"Isn't that a sell-off?" Duan Feifei said, "It's been a long time since the second grade of junior high school. I can sneak into the live poultry area and pretend to be a duck as soon as I open my mouth. If it breaks any further, I'll be dumb and I can't explain it to my dad."

Jiang Kuo choked on a laugh and rubbed his face.

"This has to be saved, CDs are not easy to preserve," he said, "This is too precious."

"Well, I'll do it when I'm free these two days...Actually, if you don't read the words on the cup today, even if I see those words, I won't be able to think about it," Duan Feifei sighed, "I don't remember a lot of things."

"Uncle is quite fun, I will take you to participate in this competition." Jiang Kuo said.

"At that time, I made a fuss and wanted to see my dad," Duan Feifei said, "My dad didn't want to see me, so... he was in a bad mood, so my uncle took me to have fun."

"In two months, we will be able to see each other every day," Jiang Kuo said.

"Well," Duan Feifei clicked his tongue again after thinking about it, "I don't know what will happen, I feel awkward."

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "Dad, the embarrassment won't last long, and you're not at home every day."

"His character..." Before Duan Feifei could finish speaking, the phone rang in his pocket.

He took it out and took a look, was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked out: "I'll answer the phone."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

Depend on.

What calls should I avoid?

Who's calling, Duan Feifei!Whoever answers the phone needs to hide behind my back!

Jiang Kuo stared at Duan Feifan's back.

I haven't seen you for a few days, and there is a secret phone call that he can't hear!

Jiang Kuo couldn't help humming.

I was the one who set you free...