San Fu

Jiang Kuo got up and went out, while Duan Feifei wandered around in the tent looking around.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo was puzzled.

"You walked so simply," Duan Feifei walked out while checking out with his mobile phone, "There are so many things, don't you have to look around when you leave?"

"I never watch it," Jiang Kuo said.

"That's right," Duan Feihua said, "If the six relatives don't recognize the snot paper after eating, the waiter will chase you out of the door crying and shouting all the way to hand it to you."

"That's right." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

"Let's go," Duan Feifei shook the car key, "you can go back in the river."

"Can the truck swim the Che River?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Don't underestimate the road that trucks can take, it's very busy, and this time is the peak time for going out of the city and entering the city," Duan Feifei said, "I have experience."

"I'm going to take a big exam." Jiang Kuo said.

"If you're too boring, why don't you take an accountant exam," Duan Feifei said.

"...Forget it, hire someone," Jiang Kuo said, "Isn't Duan Ling an accountant?"

"I used to be a cashier, but then I switched to administration," Duan Feifei said, "You don't want her to be our accountant in the future, do you?"

"Then you don't want me to do the accounting in the future?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Duan Feifei looked at him: "I still have confidence in you, I feel that you are very sensitive to numbers."

"I'm afraid that there will be three cents that are not accounted for every month." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed for a long time, feeling that it really would be like this.

When walking out, they passed by an open-air bar that was performing. A band had just finished singing a song, and the lead singer was picking up the note handed over by the waiter.

"It's quite comfortable here, and the tent is fairly clean," Jiang Kuo said, "Call everyone to come here to play after we're done."

"Okay." Duan Feifei said.

The lead singer on the small stage raised his head and said, "Two waiters ordered two mysterious guests. The moon represents my heart."

There was applause at the scene, and some people looked around, wanting to see who the two mysterious guests were.

But at the moment, the people on the scene are basically combinations of the two.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei looked at the waiter who had just handed the note to the lead singer.

"Is it the couple who didn't tell us that they had a good relationship for a hundred years?" Jiang Kuo had no impression of the waiter's face, only that the waiter who applauded them at the door of the tent before was a man and a woman.

At this moment, there was also a man and a woman standing on the edge of the stage and ordering songs, and they were looking at them with a smile.

"Yes." Duan Feifei said.

"...Want to listen?" Jiang Kuo asked.

For him, this kind of behavior is quite offensive and embarrassing. In the past, under normal circumstances, he would definitely leave without giving a glance.

But today's situation is different after all, so I have to refer to Duan · Dating expert · Interpersonal relationship management master · Social bullying ceiling · Top emotional intelligence · Full of empathy skills · Extraordinary opinions.

"Listen to it," Duan Feifei said, "It's okay, they didn't explain who they are, it's just a way of showing friendliness."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

They sat down on the last stool in the crowd.

In fact, it is also a coincidence that when Duan Feifei was holding flowers in his mouth last time, the background music was the moon representing my heart. Today, when Duan Feifei was holding flowers in his mouth again, it was the moon representing my heart again.

This old nostalgic song is too far away for him but he doesn't know where he keeps hearing it and can even hum along with it. At this moment, it seems to create another time and space.

The lead singer sang an adapted version, which was a little less sweet and more ostentatious, but it was still the moving tune, especially when many people at the scene began to sing along after a few lines, Jiang Kuo felt that his thoughts changed suddenly. Very churning.

He was quite calm today, Duan Feifan suddenly confessed his love without any preparation, although he was surprised, he also felt that there would be such a day.

Especially in the middle of the journey, before the emotions got up, Duan Feifei's confession performance made him laugh out loud.

Until now, listening to this song that already has a different meaning to him, and listening to the people at the scene under the starlight singing softly together, his interrupted emotions suddenly seemed to wake up again, diffused all over.

Duan Feifan's hand came around from behind him, and when he wiped his face lightly, he realized that he was actually crying.

"Damn it." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and wanted to wipe away his tears, but he felt that the two waiters would probably look at them. This movement of wiping tears was a bit...

So he turned his head and rubbed Duan Feifan's sleeve.

"...It's pretty flattering?" Duan Feifei asked.

Jiang Kuo was stunned for two seconds before he realized what the meaning of "smooth face" was, and the tears stopped immediately, and he laughed for a long time with tears all over his face.

At the end of a chorus, everyone applauded for their voices. Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifan also applauded together as they walked out.

When passing by the two waiters, Duan Feifan even said hello: "Thank you."

Only then did Jiang Kuo realize that it was the two who ordered the song, and when he wanted to smile, he had already passed by.

"Hey," he sighed, "I have a straight face."

"It's okay, if you are aggressive, it's appropriate to pretend to be aggressive." Duan Feifei put his arms around his shoulders, "When you first came to school, as soon as you said thank you, I felt that you wanted to find fault and fight."

Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time before he glanced at him: "Are you scolding me?"

"No," Duan Feifei said, "You are born to be like this, especially charming and cute."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

The parking lot was already full of cars, and their van was particularly cool among the small cars.

"It's so chic." Jiang Kuo got into the passenger driver and put on a small cushion, "Let's swim back in the car."

"Let me show you a different car." Duan Feifei started the car.

After leaving the parking lot, the surrounding area became darker, the street lights were much sparser than in the urban area, and the stars in the sky became clearer.

Jiang Kuo stuck his phone out of the car window, clicked on the video, and pointed to the sky.

"Can it be recorded?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I don't know, maybe I can't record it." Jiang Kuo leaned against the back of the chair, and a cool wind blew in, with the smell of soil and grass, and the moist breath of the night, very comfortable.

"If you can't record, just put your hands back and close the window." Duan Feifan said.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo closed his eyes and took a breath, "Didn't you smell the atmosphere of the suburbs at night?"

"That's the smell of billowing smoke and dust," Duan Feifei said, "There are dirt roads on both sides, and all you can smell is dust."

Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Close the window, young master." Duan Feifei sighed.

Jiang Kuo quickly withdrew his hand and closed the window.

At this moment, he looked out again, and sure enough, he saw that the bushes on the side of the road were covered with white ash. He lowered his head and scratched on his head: "Fuck."

Duan Feifei laughed loudly beside him: "It's not that you have little common sense in life, you don't have it at all."

"Did I not look outside?" Jiang Kuo objected.

"Okay." Duan Feifei said.

"Get out." Jiang Kuo cursed.

When walking back, Duan Feifei drove another road, and Jiang Kuo couldn't tell which road was which, which was the road in the southeast, northwest, and which was which. Anyway, after driving up, he felt a lot brighter, but then he realized that this is Duan Feifan said something different about Che He.

This is a road full of trucks, front, rear, left, right, one after another are trucks, and occasionally a few small cars are caught in the middle, feeling aggrieved and worried.

"It's going to be my car." Jiang Kuo looked down at a small car next to him from the car window, "It will be all dust in half an hour."

"People won't notice if they are rubbed a little bit." Duan Feifei said.

"Where does this road lead to?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"The exit out of the city," Duan Feifei said, "When we go to your house during the winter vacation, we will take the expressway at the exit in front."

"Ah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Speaking of the trip during the winter vacation, he suddenly felt a little inexplicable.

"Can I still go out to play during the summer vacation?" He said, "Your dad just came out, and our online store is probably busy too. In the past two days, Yang Ke has sent me messages when he has nothing to do, either to report or ask questions..."

"As long as you want to go out," Duan Feifan said, "you can squeeze out time no matter what. The old uncle and Yang Ke are watching the production area, and you can do other things with your mobile phone and computer."

"I used to go out with Da Pao, and some friends would hold a computer for nothing, and they looked like they were doing everything," Jiang Kuo said. Maybe it has to be like this..."

"You won't," Duan Feifei said, "You may have fallen asleep with the computer in your arms, so let me do it."

Jiang Kuo laughed, reached out and flicked his face, and stared at him for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "Suddenly I thought a lot."

"What are you thinking?" Duan Feifei glanced at him.

"A lot in the future," Jiang Kuo stretched, leaned back in his chair, and looked ahead, "I've been thinking a lot about the future recently, am I mature?"

"You have always had a mature side," Duan Feifei said, "a one-sided fried egg."

Jiang Kuo was out of his mind for a while, and then smiled at the car window for a while.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been here on the tenth floor. When Duan Feifei came here, no one would clean it up, and if no one cleaned it up, the ashes would fall. People like Jiang Kuo, who don’t work hard and don’t know the grain, don’t know how to clean up. When I'm done working, I'll call a housekeeper.

When entering the room, Jiang Kuo sniffed: "Fortunately, there is no peculiar smell."

"It's not so bad, it's not so smelly." Duan Feifei scratched the shoe cabinet, "The dust didn't fall too much, I'll put the bed away first..."

"What kind of bed do you want!" Jiang Kuo slammed the door backhand, and rushed over to hug him.

Duan Feifei had already experienced hundreds of battles, and when he entered the door, he knew that Jiang Kuo might have to pounce again, so he turned around and caught him accurately, before Jiang Kuo frantically kissed him on the face, and caught him accurately again kiss.

A tooth-to-face conflict was avoided.

Both of them kissed very hard. Although they didn't kiss, the movement was louder than kissing.

Now there are not as many clothes as in winter, but although there was no movement of taking off his coat, Jiang Kuo kicked off his shoes and just kicked off his shoes with a kick, hitting the door.

During his panting, Duan Fei almost thought it was someone from downstairs who came to warn them not to disturb the people.

With such a big commotion, Jiang Kuo was not frightened.

...Probably the focus is on the tongue.

While taking off their shoes and throwing their bags, the two fought to the window like a fight, and finally they let go after the curtains covered their faces.

"Fuck," Jiang Kuo held Duan Feifan's neck tightly and put his arms around him, "It's time to change the curtains."

"...It's for washing," Duan Feifei said, "When the curtains are dusty, they are also washed, not thrown away."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, he gasped and laughed, and said after a while: "Who kissed so much just now?"

"You." Duan Feifei said, "I am a restrained person."

"Impossible," Jiang Kuo lowered his head and rested his chin on his shoulder, "I am an elegant person."

"Your perception of yourself is a little off." Duan Feifei patted his waist up and down.

"Are you taking a bath?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You wash it first," Duan Feifei squeezed his waist, "I'll tidy... the bed first, change it..."

"What kind of bed do you need!" Jiang Kuo suddenly shouted.

Before Duan Feifan could say, "Although you don't need a bed to play hooligans, you still need a bed to sleep", Jiang Kuo had already grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the bathroom.

"No," Duan Feifei suddenly began to struggle, "No...help..."

Jiang Kuo paused, turned his head to look at him, and asked in shock: "What are you doing?"

"What does this uncle want to do!" Duan Feifei continued to twist his wrist and struggle.

"...fuck," Jiang Kuo laughed so hard that he almost choked, "Master, I'm going to get you!"

"Don't..." Duan Feifei tried again, Jiang Kuo's grip was really strong, and he couldn't break free.

"Yes!" Jiang Kuo yelled at him, suppressing his voice and glaring at him, "Give up the pointless struggle immediately!" "Okay." Duan Feifei immediately relaxed.

"Come on!" Jiang Kuo dragged him into the bathroom.

This small one-person bathroom with familiar hooligan memories.

Jiang Kuo still adjusted the water temperature very high, and the water was poured from the tops of the two of them, and the clothes were completely soaked and stuck to their bodies. It was no longer winter, and when the hot water poured on their bodies, Duan Feifei clicked his tongue: "It's cooked!" a little while."

"It's so comfortable," Jiang Kuo tugged at his clothes, "I like the warm feeling."

Duan Feifei didn't speak, he pulled his clothes to take off, but Jiang Kuo pressed his hand: "That's it."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei stopped his hands.

Jiang Kuo grabbed him hard through his clothes: "That's it."

The clothes tightly attached to the body felt hot and restrained, and when the hands touched it, it was hard to tell whether it was the hands or the clothes, and there was an ambiguous sense of oppression.

The water rushes past the ears, and when it overflows the face, it will occasionally stop shortness of breath...

Another day of forced spectatorship.

The shower thought.

This bathroom has been vacant for a long time, and when steaming water gushed out again today, the shower knew that the battle between those two people wasting water had started again.

I don't know if it's because they haven't fought for too long, but the two fought extremely fiercely.

The glass in the bathroom is a silent guy, who couldn't help but speak for the first time after being hit by them.

They're gonna smash me up.

No, the shower said, you are explosion-proof glass with King Kong explosion-proof film.

It’s hot, and the mist of the hot water is not as thick as in winter. The shower can see some fighting scenes. It seems that the person with many scars is at a disadvantage. The glass is when the person with the zipper hit him. When he hit it, there were traces drawn by his fingers on the glass, one by one, which was miserable.

However, today's battle was very long. When the shower finally heard the panting sound and thought that the battle was about to end, the scar man walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the zipper man's hand back.

"Come out," said the Scarred Man.

"Huh?" The zipper man responded.

"It cannot be moved inside." The scarred man dragged the zipper man out of the bathroom, and pulled him to the sink.

There was another burst of tearing, and the zipper man was pressed in front of the mirror of the sink, and slapped on the face of the mirror.

oops!cried the Mirror.

What's wrong?The shower asked eagerly.

He slaps me.said the mirror.

It's okay, they also slapped the glass just now.The shower comforts the mirror.

Mirror is the first time to see such a scene, very shocked.

The zipper on that person's body was obviously fake, but the person behind kept trying to open him. He tried to swipe the zipper many times without success.

Later, the mirror couldn't see clearly. The hand that was patting its face kept pushing it. The mirror was not installed very firmly, and it would shake when pushed, and the vision became blurred.

Instead of watching the fight, Mirror started to worry about being pushed off the wall by them.

When the battle was finally over, the mirror breathed a sigh of relief.

Finished?asked the shower.

It's over.said the mirror.

The ground was full of water, and when Jiang Kuo took a shower again, he slid out half a meter as soon as his feet hit the ground.

"Damn it," he said, startled, "it scared the hell out of me."

"As expected of a master skier," Duan Feifei stretched out his foot from the bathroom, and picked up the slippers next to his feet, "This can stand upright."

"I'm going to fall, will I hit my head?" Jiang Kuo put on his shoes and touched the back of his head worriedly.

"So," Duan Feifei stepped out of the bathroom and put on slippers, "two things, one is to put on shoes when going out of the bathroom, and the other is that we still need a bed."

Jiang Kuo put on his bathrobe and walked out while having fun.

After working, Duan Feifan had to clean the bed alone, Jiang Kuo couldn't bear it, and went to help.

"Don't," Duan Feifei stopped him, "Stand there and watch, I'll change all the things in 10 minutes, but if you come here and stretch out your hands, it won't take half an hour."

"You look down on people, don't you?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"Let's look down on you right now, pack up and go to bed quickly," Duan Feifei touched his face sincerely, "I will definitely think highly of you tomorrow, you can change it again tomorrow."

Jiang Kuo stepped back with a smile, leaning against the cabinet door and looking at him.

Duan Feifei was indeed very nimble. He removed the dusty things on the bed, wrapped them with sheets, put them aside, then took the vacuum cleaner to suck them, put the sheets on, and put on the pillowcases...

It was more than 10 minutes, Jiang Kuo gave him the time, it was almost 15 minutes, but he enjoyed seeing Duan Feifei working shirtless, and he even thought it was only 5 minutes.

"Please." Duan Feifei pointed to the bed.

"Let me blow your hair for you," Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay." Duan Feifei went to the bathroom and brought a hair dryer.

"Sit down." Jiang Kuo pointed at him with a hair dryer.

"I feel like the next sentence is to raise your hands." Duan Feifei sat down.

Jiang Kuo stood in front of him, held the back of his head and brought him forward, let him lean against him, then turned on the hair dryer, and started to blow on his head.

"Are you comfortable?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei closed his eyes and responded, putting his arms around his waist.

"I don't know what will come out," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't care."

"It's okay, just blow it dry," Duan Feifan said, "Blow it like a dog and sleep it off."

"I found that you look down on me quite a bit," Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed, eyes still closed: "Yeah, but I just like you like this."

"M." Jiang Kuo said. "Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.

The phone rang in the living room, Jiang Kuo turned off the hair dryer and listened: "Is it yours?"

"My phone is still in the bag," Duan Feifei said, "it's yours."

"That's all right," Jiang Kuo continued to blow-dry his hair, "I have nothing serious on my phone."

"Yeah, so Yang Ke is looking for you?" Duan Feifei said.

"If he can't find me, I'll look for you," Jiang Kuo said, "If your phone doesn't ring all the time, it means there's nothing serious about it."

"Okay." Duan Feifei put his arms around his waist.

"When you blow it for me later, remember not to blow it backwards, but to blow it along," Jiang Kuo said, "My hair is hard, so if I blow it backwards, it will still be upside down when I wake up tomorrow morning."

Duan Feifei didn't speak, but laughed for a long time.

"What?" Jiang Kuo tapped him with a hair dryer, "What's so funny!"

"No," Duan Feifei rubbed his back, "I just think it's cute."

"You're a young man, don't always call me cute." Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay." Duan Feifei smiled, "Not cute at all."