San Fu

"Fuck me." Jiang Kuo stopped and looked back at Duan Feifan.

It was beyond his expectation that Duan Feifei would say such a thing. Although he always hoped that Duan Feifei could relax and make a request, act coquettishly, play a rascal, whatever, but when facing such a Duan Feifan, nothing but ecstasy , and shock.

But... After Duan Feifei said that he was dizzy while shopping at the night market, he slowly returned to his usual appearance, and he couldn't see any discomfort. Jiang Kuo felt that his dizziness had passed, so sleep well Just sleep.

So now that Duan Feifei said that he was not only dizzy but also nauseous, Jiang Kuo couldn't tell for a while whether it was true or just Duan Feifei was lying to him.

But no matter what the situation is, it is gratifying.

"What?" Jiang Kuo happily turned around and walked to the door of 107, looking at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei didn't speak, and his expression didn't look uncomfortable.

"Mine?" Jiang Kuo asked.

After being stunned for a moment, Duan Feifei seemed to want to laugh, but just as the smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he suddenly pushed open the door of 107, and rushed into the toilet without turning on the light.

Jiang Kuo followed into the house, turned on the light, and waited at the toilet door.

Duan Feifei retched twice and then fell silent.

"... Didn't you spit it out?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"It's more similar," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm going to buy some medicine. Are you eating bad? If I go to buy medicine, what kind of medicine should I buy? Or can I describe it to the pharmacy?"

After this questioning, Duan Feifei did not answer, and it was only after a while that he heard the sound of him flushing and washing.

Jiang Kuo lowered his head and turned on his phone, intending to check his symptoms.

Before he could find out, Duan Feifan came out, leaned against the door frame of the toilet, wiped the water off his face: "No need to buy medicine."

"I'm throwing up." Jiang Kuo said.

"This is caused by dizziness." Duan Feifei walked out, leaned back on the recliner, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief, "It should be because I didn't sleep last night and felt uncomfortable. I felt dizzy and felt dizzy. Dizziness, like motion sickness, will make you want to vomit."

"Understood," Jiang Kuo pulled a chair and sat beside him, "Do you want to lie down on the bed for a while?"

"Go ahead if you want to vomit," Duan Feifan said, "or you have to run down, it's too troublesome."

I can carry you on my back.

Jiang Kuo remembered the last time when Duan Feifei had a fever, although he didn't recite it very successfully, after all, he had bare legs and couldn't work hard.

He glanced at Duan Feifei's leg.

"When I went to the night market, I thought you were better." Jiang Kuo turned his gaze back to Duan Feifei's face, "I didn't notice it at all."

"I'm afraid of spoiling the fun, so I won't stand up if I don't have big or small pigs. No matter what people say, they come to help for free," Duan Feifei said.

"Your ability to pretend you're fine," Jiang Kuo said, "can be regarded as perfect."

Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.

"Practice out of fear of causing trouble to others." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei smiled and sighed, and turned his head to look at him after being silent for a while: "It's been like this since I was a child, I'm used to it, after all, no matter how you say it, I'm a burden in anyone's house."

Duan Feifan rarely took the initiative to say such things, usually Jiang Kuo just raised his mouth in a hurry.

Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Even if it's like this, it used to be, but it won't be in the future."

"Yes." Duan Feifei nodded, "I want to drink water."

"Wait," Jiang Kuo stood up, "I'll pour it for you."

It was only when Jiang Kuo poured water into the cup that he realized that there was no hot water in the thermos during the few days of the holiday.

"What should I do?" Jiang Kuo said, "There is no hot water."

Duan Feifei closed his eyes and smiled for a long time: "Jiang Kuo, have you never gone to fetch boiling water?"

"...Damn!" Jiang Kuo suddenly realized, "It's really not, I never thought about it."

"Let's go to Uncle Zhao's to get a pot first," Duan Feifei said, "Everyone is back today, there must be not enough water."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo turned and walked out.

"Quietly." Duan Feifei said.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded and crept up inexplicably.

Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing behind him: "What? It was quietly, not to steal."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue and walked out of the dormitory.

Uncle Zhao is heating up dishes in his duty room, and Duan Feifei brought him quite a lot of dishes today.

"Eat something?" Uncle Zhao looked at him, and immediately beckoned.

"Don't eat, I'm still holding on," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Uncle, do you have hot water here? There is no hot water in Duan Feifan's house."

"Yes, take that green pot." Uncle Zhao said.

"Thank you uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

"Niu Sandao's new store will open tomorrow, right?" Uncle Zhao asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo said, "Are you going this afternoon?"

"I can't go, Duan Laosan told me," said Uncle Zhao, "It's too far away, I have to be on duty here... I went to such a far place now."

"No way," Jiang Kuo said, "I really can't find a suitable facade."

"That's right," Uncle Zhao nodded, "The people in the old market are all here and there. The ones we used to drink with before have all dispersed, and we probably won't be able to get together in the future."

"Let Duan Feifei drive you to the new store to find Duan Laosan while you are resting," Jiang Kuo said.

"Did you call Duan Laosan?" Uncle Zhao laughed, "If he is ten years younger, he will beat you."

Jiang Kuo quietly returned to 107 with Uncle Zhao's thermos in his hand, Duan Feifei leaned on the recliner and closed his eyes.

"Asleep?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Still pretending to be asleep?"

"It's not so dizzy when it's closed." Duan Feifei said.

"Do you still want to throw up?" Jiang Kuo poured hot water into a cup and gave it to Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei took the cup, just as his lips touched the water in the cup, he sat up straight in a jerk.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"...help me mix some cold water." Duan Feifan said, "I'm so hot that I don't feel dizzy."

"Forgot," Jiang Kuo felt that he was in a hurry when he took care of others. He went to pick up Duan Feifan's pot, thought about it and put it down again, "Has the water been several days?"

"Well," Duan Feifan said, "Let's add some tap water."

This scene is almost familiar with this suggestion about tap water. Jiang Kuo went to the washbasin and mixed some tap water into the cup.

Duan Feifei drank the whole glass of water in one go.

"Do you have a fever?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No fever," Duan Feifei said, "you'll be fine after a night's sleep, the main reason is that you didn't sleep well."

"The 5 yuan can't be made up at all!" Jiang Kuo was very upset, "You post a circle of friends to show that you are tired and sick."

"Dong Kun and the others must laugh to death." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"Only Mr. Jiang can see the post," Jiang Kuo said, "He usually checks Moments when he has nothing to do."

"It's really hard to cheat." Duan Feifei said.

"Children are for playing, and father is for cheating." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's okay," Duan Feifei smiled, "It's good to be sick once. My uncle said that people who are not sick all the time will be seriously ill when they get sick. fall."

"What kind of nonsense is this?" Jiang Kuo sat back on his chair and looked at him.

"It's... pretty good." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak any more, and Duan Feifan also closed his eyes, probably not over the dizziness yet.

The room became very quiet, and the voices of people who were still asleep in other dormitories outside talking and laughing could be clearly heard. Everyone just came back today, so Uncle Zhao didn't care and let them make trouble.

The role models are still gathering in the dormitory, but they have not come to 107.

well.

If a group of people were piled up here, Jiang Kuo would have no chance to sit here and stare at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei said that he was fine when he was sick.

Jiang Kuo could understand what he meant.

It's pretty good, without this, neither he nor Duan Feifei himself knows when they will have the chance to experience such a change.

Jiang Kuo felt that he had made so many decisions since he was a child, and only this time was the most correct one.

The sense of uncertainty and insecurity that suddenly flooded between the two pushed them forward unconsciously like waves.

"It seems to be better." Duan Feifei opened his eyes.

"Do you want to go back to bed?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei stretched his neck and stood up.

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Duan Feifei stood there without moving, and turned his head to look at him after a while.

"Go up?" Jiang Kuo said, "Still dizzy?"

"No," Duan Feifei hesitated, "I'm going to take off my clothes."

"How fresh!" Jiang Kuo was shocked, "Take it off! Haven't I seen it?"

Duan Feifei laughed, didn't say anything else, raised his hand to take off his shirt, and threw it on the reclining chair.

Haven't I seen it!

How many times have I seen it!

Jiang Kuo looked at the scar on Duan Feifei's back.

But this moment seemed to return to the time when I saw these scars for the first time.

When Duan Feifan's clothes were thrown in front of him, there was a familiar yet distant scent of laundry detergent, and he never changed the brand.

This dual stimulation of smell and vision is quite stimulating.

When Duan Feifei was about to take off his trousers, he turned his head and glanced at him again, let go of the hand hooking the trouser waist, and went directly to the bed.

"Have you been wearing the trousers since running long distance yesterday?" Jiang Kuo stared at him, "I've been tossing around outside for another day today, and I'm wearing them to bed?"

"...Hey!" Duan Feifei lay down on the bed, kicked off his pants twice, and threw the pants on the recliner with his hands.

Then he stretched his arms and poked his head out: "Damn, I didn't throw it at you."

"No." Jiang Kuo said, "It's quite accurate."

"I'm scared to death," Duan Feifei fell back on the pillow, "I'm going to hit you in the face, do I have to drive a wheelchair to open the business tomorrow?"

Jiang Kuo laughed: "No, you are sick, I am very tolerant to patients."

"Really." Duan Feifei smiled.

"You..." Jiang Kuo looked at the door of the dormitory, Duan Feifan had already laid down, and it was time for him to go back to the dormitory.

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei turned over, "pass me the water."

"Well," Jiang Kuo went over and took the cup and handed it to him, "Do you want anything else?"

After drinking the water, Duan Feifei paused: "I want to eat Malatang."

"What?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

But before Duan Feihua could speak again, he nodded, "Okay, I'll buy it for you."

"I still want to drink soy milk," Duan Feifei said, "That day, the shop where Ding Zhe invited guests had a late-night snack."

Jiang Kuo looked at him, took a breath and let it out slowly: "There are two directions."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and nodded, then turned and walked towards the door, "Wait."

"Bring another ice cream, the kind you loved before." Duan Feifei said.

That ice cream is only available in the supermarket next to the rented area.

"Duan Feifan!" Jiang Kuo turned his head and roared in a suppressed voice.

"Hey." Duan Feifei poked his head out of the bed and looked at him.

Jiang Kuo noticed a smile on his face.

"It's really quite tolerant," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't get angry until I got ice cream."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo smiled, walked back to the bed, and said again after a moment of silence, "I think if it was me, you would go and you wouldn't be angry."

"I don't think you would have such a request." Duan Feifei said, "You are not so unreasonable."

Jiang Kuo smiled and said nothing.

"Go back to the dormitory and rest," Duan Feifei said, "I'm not dizzy now, just sleepy."

"Don't you eat Malatang?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I had to vomit on the spot." Duan Feifei said, "I ate so much hot pot at night."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo tapped on the edge of the bed twice, "Good night."

"Good night." Duan Feifei smiled, "Turn off the light for me."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo looked at him, took two steps back, went to turn off the lights, and opened the door of the dormitory.

"Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifei called him softly.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned around.

"Thank you." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and stood at the door for a while before gently closing the door.

On the first day of class after the festival, many people in the classroom looked obviously listless.

Jiang Kuo slept soundly yesterday, Tang Li yelled at his bedside several times in the morning before he woke up, and now he is quite refreshed.

Duan Feifan's physique should be different from ordinary people. He didn't sleep the day before yesterday, and he was dizzy and vomited yesterday. ", yelling so loudly that the entire dormitory building could hear it, and a group of people in the building shouted: "Okay——"

Jiang Kuo took a look at Duan Feifei, Duan Feifei had been answering messages under the table. It opened in the afternoon, and there were many people who went there, asking questions one after another, in a hurry.

Niu Sandao's Weibo has also been opened, and he doesn't have any fans yet, but Duan Feifei has already posted a few, the copywriting and accompanying pictures are all written and selected by Jiang Kuo before, and they can be posted at intervals.

Jiang Kuo didn't touch his phone. He was a little nervous before the game, with excitement.

Although he kept staring at the teacher, he didn't listen to a word the teacher said. There were several times when he came back to his senses, he even had to think about it before he remembered what class he was teaching.

However, this state made him think a little more, and Yang Ke alone might not be enough for customer service.

During lunch, several members of the model group sat down at the same table, discussing how to go to help immediately after eating.

"Are we staff or customers?" Liu Fat asked.

"Staff," Duan Feifei said, "there are already a lot of customers. You can help the old man. Someone is 'filming TV'. They are in a panic. Yesterday they filmed a scene of him cutting meat, and he is almost out of knives." will take it."

"Damn," Ding Zhe smiled for a long time, "Why is it that the third child in the market is so bad at facing the camera?"

"You didn't look at the photo of that excellent store in the market last year. Everyone else was smiling brightly, but he gritted his teeth like a vicious man." Duan Feifei said.

"Okay, old uncle, leave it to us, and let's adapt to other things." Dong Kun said.

"Hey," Sun Ji put down his chopsticks, looked at the two of them, with a look of emotion on his face, "I didn't expect this to happen like this, new store, sauce beef store, online store... from now on, you two will be Boss Jun With Boss Qian."

As soon as these two names came out, several people were stunned for a moment before they realized it.

"What the hell kind of name is that?" Ding Zhe said happily.

"Boss Jiang and Boss Duan are too ordinary. How many Boss Jiang and Boss Duan are there in the world?" Sun Ji said.

"Boss Jun may have less," Jiang Kuo said, "Boss Qian may not have much."

"Big Boss." Dong Kun said.

"Can I not be called Boss Jun? It doesn't sound like a serious person." Duan Feifei said.

A few people had fun, and finally decided to call Duan Feifei Boss Fan.

"You two strive to be promoted next year." Fatty Liu clapped his hands.

"What?" Ding Zhe was taken aback, "Are you going to be a father?"

"Fuck." Duan Feifei couldn't help expressing his amazement at his ability to understand.

"Father, sir, Mr. Fan and Mr. Kuo!" Fatty Liu looked disgusted, "Ding Zhe, are you in a relationship? Recently, your IQ has plummeted and you can't help it."

"You can get promoted directly, and save a word." Ding Zhe waved his hand.

Opening time is [-]:[-]pm.

It is impossible for Duan Feifei to believe that the time was calculated by the old uncle using someone else. If they hadn't had classes in the morning, the old uncle might have calculated it at 21:[-].

When a group of people arrived at the new store, Fan Jiabao had already arrived, looking at his phone at the door with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Get to know each other," Duan Feifei waved, "My classmate and buddy, this is the landlord of Niusandao's new store, and the room I rented is also his."

As a social group that has already debuted, the role models have become acquainted with Fan Jiabao in just a few minutes, as if they have known each other for several years.

"Has the flower basket been delivered?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Here it is," said the old aunt, "Would you like it?"

"Put it on." Fan Jiabao said, "I said to put it on in the morning, but the old man refused, saying that it would affect other people's walks."

"What does that affect?" Ding Zhe said, "We will occupy this road now!"

When a group of people were laying out flower baskets, a small delivery car drove up, and the driver asked, "It's a big deal!"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo, who was standing by the roadside, replied.

"Sign for the flower basket." The driver got out of the car.

"There are still flower baskets?" Jiang Kuo was stunned, then turned to look at Duan Feifan, "Duan Feifan! How many flower baskets are there?"

"It's all here." Duan Feifei ran over, "Brother, who ordered the flower basket?"

"I don't know, I'll just bring it here," the driver opened the door of the rear compartment, "it's written on the flower basket, you can take a look."

As soon as the door to the back compartment was opened, both of them were stunned.

The six huge flower baskets inside filled the carriage.

Jiang Kuo saw the red congratulatory message on the flower basket at a glance, it was very simple.

No luck.

Congratulations to Jiang Yushan.

"Damn it! What a goddamn grandeur," Fan Jiabao sighed standing behind them, "Is Jiang Yushan your father, Jiang Kuo?"

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo responded, and suddenly felt sore eyes, and quickly tilted his head.

"Damn it," Fan Jiabao's voice was full of envy, "If my father could give me a piece of grass when my coffee shop opened, I would kneel down and call him father on the spot."

Jiang Kuo made him want to laugh when he said this sentence again.

"Move down first," Duan Feifan said, patted Jiang Kuo on the back lightly, "Go and call Mr. Jiang."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo quickly turned and walked away.

A group of people moved six large flower baskets down, and then rearranged the arrangement of the flower baskets.

Jiang Kuo dialed Mr. Jiang's number.

Mr. Jiang answered the phone after several rings over there: "Ah."

"Ah what?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Ah," Mr. Jiang said, "my son called me crying."

"Don't be beautiful," Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't cry."

"Then hang up." Mr. Jiang said.

"I'm just..." Jiang Kuo glanced at the bustling shop over there because of the addition of these flower baskets, "Thank you."

"Don't be too moved, I even gave ten to your mother's cafe." Mr. Jiang said.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm really not touched at all."

"You definitely can't surpass her, that's my wife," Mr. Jiang lowered his voice after finishing speaking, "But flowers are very expensive, I gave up the most expensive flower I picked, and she went to several stores."

Jiang Kuo's nose was sour again: "Stop talking."

"Work hard," Mr. Jiang said, "If you can't do it, drop out of school and do it."

"Ah!" Jiang Kuo yelled, "Do you have any previous grudges with our school!"

Mr. Jiang smiled happily: "Okay, for me, I will also express my congratulations to Duan Feifei and his uncles and aunts, and the new store will open happily."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

When he wanted to say something, Mr. Jiang hung up the phone neatly.

Tsk.He didn't talk to his son as much as he talked to Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei walked over: "How is it?"

"He asked Jiang Liao to pick it out," Jiang Kuo wiped his eyes, "Let him tell the old uncle and aunt that the opening is auspicious."

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "I'll send him a message later, thank you."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "You fucking...are you really just chatting casually with Boss Jiang?"

"Really." Duan Feifei smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

A few cars drove up behind him, and they were all good cars.

At first glance, it was Fan Jiabao's car, and there were brothers Huaarm and the Dongbianqiao Market Gang in the car.

"Is it now?" Beard poked his head out of the car window.

"It's not time yet!" Duan Feifei said, "Come over at three o'clock, let's go to Lao Fan's shop first."

"Okay." Beard retracted his head, and several cars drove away in a circle.

As the time approached the opening time little by little, there were more and more people in and out of the store. Jiang Lie and they also came, followed by Yang Ke and Sister He. In addition to the people from the nearby store, Duan Feifan socialized After the relationship came down, the scene was full of excitement.

Da Pao also sent a message saying that he would be there soon, and Jiang Kuo's originally nervous mood gradually relaxed.

"You can stay outside for a while, the cannon is probably ready," Duan Feifan said, "I'll go in and see what else I need to get."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Duan Feifei walked a few steps over there and looked back at him.

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows and smiled.