San Fu

The fact that Jiang Kuo didn't come home after the summer vacation didn't attract much attention at home. His mother just asked: "Did you fail the exam and wait for the make-up exam at school?"

As expected of a mother, although she is usually more let go than Boss Jiang, she still guesses quite accurately at critical moments.

"No," Jiang Kuo denied the question because of his face. "This is the first time I have a long vacation after opening the store. I want to sort out the recent affairs before going back."

"Being reluctant to believe you," my mother said, "how's business going?"

"It has fallen back," Jiang Kuo said. "Now there are only a little more than one-third of the orders from the peak period, but they are very stable. For the new store, it is not bad."

"That's fine." Mom said, "Keep going."

"How is home?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Boss Jiang is still busy. I went to check my head yesterday. There is nothing wrong with it, but I have a headache from time to time," my mother said, "I am in good condition recently, and I took Ben out to paint yesterday."

"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

"Yo," Mom paused, "You still want to ask me?"

"Otherwise," Jiang Kuo said, "do you think I won't ask?"

"Who knows," my mother smiled, "after all, I'm the happiest person right now."

"All the pressure is on the least troubled person," Jiang Kuo said.

"It's my mother's big boy." Mom said.

"Don't stay up too late these days," Jiang Kuo said, "have a good rest, or you won't grow old."

"Hang up," my mother said, "it's impossible for a person who can't speak to be my son."

Before Jiang Kuo could speak again, his mother hung up the phone.

Jiang Kuo sent a message to his mother with a smile.

【JK921】MUA

[The biggest morning glory] less meaty

The number of people in the school began to decrease slowly, and 119 became only Jiang Kuo and Ma Xiao as usual.

Ma Xiao has been working part-time at Niu Sandao, and he works very hard. He still plans not to go home this summer, but to work for a month.

"Aren't you going home?" Ma Xiao asked.

"I'll finish the work in the shop first," Jiang Kuo said.

"The business has been stable recently." Ma Xiao said, he is in charge of packing and unloading, and he is very clear about the daily delivery volume.

"Well," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I plan to plan the direction of the next step."

"Come on." After Ma Xiao finished speaking, he took the water glass and walked out of the dormitory, rushing to Niu Sandao to work. Fresh beef arrived early this morning, so he had to go there to unload.

Jiang Kuo checked the time, left the dormitory, and knocked on the door of 107.

"Come in." Duan Feifei said inside.

"Come in," Jiang Kuo pushed the door open with his toe, "Let's go."

"Well," Duan Feifei stood in the middle of the room and replied, but did not move, "See if you have brought all the things."

"It was your father who was released from prison, not you," Jiang Kuo said, "If you have anything to take with you, it's fine as long as you go."

"Do you want to bring a bottle of water or something to drink?" Duan Feifei said, "I will buy it from the school supermarket later?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"Or food, he probably didn't have breakfast when he came out this morning?" Duan Feifei said, "Do you want to bring some breakfast?"

"It's too late," Jiang Kuo walked into the room, pulled Duan Feifan out by his arm, and then closed the door, "You don't need to bring anything, you don't need to buy anything, just go straight over and pick someone up. Then go eat."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"Ding Zhe has already booked a box, and they will go there directly at noon." Jiang Kuo said.

None of the model group went home, they were all waiting to welcome Duan Feifei and his father today.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Don't be nervous." Jiang Kuo patted him on the back.

"It's okay, I'm not so nervous when you're talking to me," Duan Feifei stretched his neck and waved his arms again, "Shall we have breakfast?"

"Your mood now," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Can you still eat?"

"You have to eat if I can't eat," Duan Feifei said, "You eat breakfast quite regularly."

"I'm fine," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm afraid it will be late."

"Buy something to eat and pack it for you to eat in the car?" Duan Feifei said.

"Baked pork buns, soy milk, the bottled ones." Jiang Kuo said immediately.

"Let's go." Duan Feifei smiled and put his arms around his shoulders.

Although he didn't drive the sports car that his father threatened to drive when he came out, he was quite capable of driving a Bentley.

Duan Feifei took a look at Jiang Kuo who was eating breakfast slowly in the passenger seat.

The words that my father once said sounded in my mind again.

"It's good to have such a friend, who can help you in the future."

At the beginning, this sentence made him a little bit broken. He felt sorry for his father, and would say such a sentence that was completely out of character.

Although neither he nor his father expected it, this sentence became true so quickly, like an awesome prophecy.

But when Duan Feifei thought of this sentence again, apart from still feeling sorry for his father, he didn't have the sudden sadness when he saw Jiang Kuo's message.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"My father is a prophet." Duan Feifei said.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo didn't realize what he was talking about for a long time, and he was stunned for a while before he said, "Suddenly killed a werewolf?"

Duan Feifei was taken aback by his words, and only laughed after a few seconds.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Kuo was puzzled by his smile.

"It's nothing." Duan Feifei stretched out his hand to touch his face, "Master, you are so cute."

"You're fucking cute." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed even harder.

"Drive well," Jiang Kuo continued to eat, "Don't go crazy until you pick up your dad."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.

This was the first time that Duan Feifei did not take the bus to go to the prison. Maybe it was because of the different means of transportation and the different state of mind. He felt that the scenery on this road was a little different from before.

Very clean, the greenery on the side of the road is very beautiful, and I found a scene that I have never noticed before, and I can’t see it on the bus. There is a section of the road where the trees are very large, and the crowns of the trees are criss-crossed above the road, like a line through the road. The bare green channel.

"This road is very old." Jiang Kuo finally finished his breakfast slowly, "The trees are so big."

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "I just found out today that I used to take the bus from the side and couldn't see it from the window." Mung bean cake, there should be no chance to leave."

"I can go buy some later." Duan Feifei said.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Tang Li bought mung bean cakes next to the school before, and they were not as good as the one you bought."

"Is there a possibility," Duan Feifei said, "because I bought it, it tastes so good when you eat it."

"Have some face, Duan." Jiang Kuo said.

"Isn't it?" Duan Feifei looked at him with a smile.

"Yes, because the handsome Duan Yingjun touched it," Jiang Kuo said, "so it's extra sweet, like kissing a handsome guy."

"...Damn," Duan Feifei said, "You are still the best."

At 08:30, the car drove to the gate of the prison.

At 08:30, the prison guards go to work. After completing the formalities, they get their things and change their clothes. It is estimated that they will come out after nine o'clock.

Sitting in the car, Jiang Kuo looked at the gate of the opposite prison, feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression. He didn't know what mood Duan Feifei was in every time he walked in.

He reached out and touched Duan Feifei's leg.

"You still take advantage at a time like this?" Duan Feifei said.

"Comfort you." Jiang Kuo said, "You little yellow man."

Duan Feifei laughed and looked back at the back seat after thinking about it.

"The things were put in the car yesterday," Jiang Kuo said, "You checked it again when you got in the car, is there anything else to worry about?"

"I'm going to go through the process, get rid of those superstitious things, and I won't be too superstitious..." Duan Feifei snapped his fingers, "Don't look back after you come out, right?"

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Then go get a haircut," Duan Feifei continued to snap his fingers, "go take a shower, change into new clothes, take a walk around the downtown area, and then go home."

"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "That's right, but it depends on whether your father is willing to cooperate with you to do this. Change your clothes when you come out, and change again after you take a bath."

"He will definitely cooperate. Instructor Luo said that he could send a new set of clothes in first, but he didn't let him. He said that it is fine to wear the old ones. It is no problem to change into new ones after he comes out," Duan Feifei said, "Besides, when he just came out, people are Foolish..."

Halfway through he stopped and sighed.

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said immediately, "Take out your social skills and talk until he doesn't get caught."

"Hey," Duan Feifei laughed, "Actually, it would be great if the old uncle came together. He should feel better seeing his younger brother. After all, they have known each other for a long time."

"Didn't the old uncle want to leave time for you father and son to meet and cry when you meet each other?" Jiang Kuo said, "I feel that maybe he is also nervous and dare not come."

The two of them leaned in the car, chatting one after another, looking at the opposite door together.

Jiang Kuo's hand was held tightly by Duan Feifan, and his palms were already sweating, but no one planned to let go. Jiang Kuo had no chance to let go even if he wanted to. It's locked.

While talking, the door over there opened.

They sat up straight at the same time, and leaned forward at the same time, staring at the person who came out.

"It's him." Duan Feifei's voice trembled a little, he turned around and opened the door and jumped out without letting go of Jiang Kuo's hand.

Jiang Kuo was dragged to the middle by him: "Xiao Duan!"

Only then did Duan Feifei come to his senses, let go of his hand, and looked at him.

"Go!" Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei swallowed his saliva, turned around and walked towards the door.

Jiang Kuo could feel that Duan Feifei was very nervous, but he could also feel that he was also very nervous. He even lay down in the cab and maintained the posture after Duan Feifei let go of his hand.

It wasn't until he found out that Duan Feifei had turned smoothly and wanted to laugh that he realized that he was still lying on the seat.

He quickly sat up straight, opened the door and got out of the car.

Duan Feifei had already jumped a little, adjusted his crutches, and was stepping towards the man who came out of the prison gate.

There is some eagerness, some restraint, the steps are not as chic as usual, and the state of being calm and composed no matter how many eyes you look at when the social cow disease attack occurs, it seems that you have returned to ten years ago.

He turned back to that handsome and somewhat immature boy.

The parking place was not too far from the gate of the prison, but Duan Feifei walked very hard, just like in a dream, every step had to be vigorous.

Yes, and the dad who came over is similar.

Duan Feifei didn't know if it was because he hadn't seen Duan Yingjie walk for so many years. Every time he met the door in the meeting room, he walked five steps to the glass, came five steps, walked five steps.

After ten years, Duan Feifei finally saw Duan Yingjie walk more than five steps away again.

And this gait is not the same as in memory, or Duan Feifei almost can't remember how his father walked back then.

Now Dad is less than 30 meters away from him, walking towards him step by step with an unfamiliar but familiar gesture, with some effort, he looks like he wants to go faster, but it seems like he is about to fight when he comes over Reluctantly.

A gust of wind blew over and rolled up some fine sand, which probably got into Dad's mouth. He frowned and spat hard.

The disgusted and unhappy expression on his face was familiar from Duan Feifan's memory, and he couldn't help laughing.

Dad stared at him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

It took Duan Feifei a sudden reaction. From now on, he no longer has to count or dare to count the time when his father will come out. Say something when I see you for the first time, no need to gossip while watching a movie or watching the news because of any relevant content and think that I have a father who is in prison...

He couldn't help but raised his hand and wiped his eyes.

From now on, he has stepped into a new life. As long as he wants, he can see his father every day, chat, quarrel, maybe even fight...or get beaten...

Dad stopped suddenly.

Duan Feifei looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking, but he was still walking forward.

Dad looked at him and opened his arms after a few seconds.

Duan Feifei has seen this action countless times in his dreams. His father opened his arms, and Duan Feifei started to run, and then jumped up and rushed towards him. His father caught him and shouted, "Fuck, I'm on the scale again"...

This is the scene before he was ten years old.

Maybe it's because the father's memory is still ten years ago, but he still opened his arms to his son, who is already more than 1.8 meters high, and posed the distant and intimate gesture between father and son.

Duan Feifei paused for a second to face his father who opened his arms, but then started to run.

He is no longer the little boy he was back then, at this distance, it feels like he only ran twenty steps, and he can already clearly see his father's face.

He chose the latter between jumping up and jumping on his father or opening his arms to hug him. He was afraid of causing misunderstanding by knocking his father down in front of the prison gate, so he finally came out.

He hugged his father and called out, "Dad."

"Hey," Dad responded, hugged him tightly, and patted him on the back, from the back of the head to the shoulders and then to the back of the waist, "My son has really grown up, this size! I!"

"En." Duan Feifan also patted him on the back.

"It's just not as easy to hug as a child," Dad said, "it's boring."

"Then let go." Duan Feifei said.

Dad smiled, didn't speak, and didn't let go. He still patted his back up and down, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

Duan Feifan didn't speak any more, the tears that had been suffocated just now came back, quite violently, before he even had time to close his eyes, they flowed all over his face.

After being silent for a while, Dad said again: "Let's go, if you don't go, people will think I'm going back and saying goodbye to you."

"Don't talk nonsense." Duan Feifei let go of his arm and quickly wiped his face.

Dad looked at him.

Duan Feifan didn't hide anymore, waiting for him to laugh at himself.

But Dad just sighed and said, "My son is wronged."

"No." Duan Feifei pulled up his T-shirt and rubbed it on his face.

"It doesn't matter at all!" Dad said.

Duan Feifei smiled: "Do you still care about this right now?"

"That kid came with you, right?" Dad raised his chin in the direction behind him.

"Well," Duan Feifei glanced back, Jiang Kuo leaned against the car door and waved at him, and he immediately waved back, "He is Jiang Kuo, the one who is rich and drives a sports car."

"I can see it," Dad nodded. "This kind of kid from a rich family can be seen at a glance from such a long distance... Let's go, don't let people wait there."

"Well," Duan Feifei turned around and took two steps, and then told his father, "Go forward and look forward, don't look back."

"Still making these things?" Dad clicked his tongue, "I'm looking back now, who can catch me back?"

"How dare you!" Duan Feifei shouted with a suppressed voice.

"I don't dare," Dad said, "I just don't want to dare, so tell me, what else."

"Let's get a haircut in a while, take a shower, and change into new clothes," Duan Feifei said, "then take a walk around the downtown area and go back to Niusandao's new store. Duan Laosan is waiting for you in the store."

When he was talking about the previous one, Dad had a disdainful expression on his face. When he mentioned that the old uncle was waiting for him, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he nodded obediently: "Okay, okay."

It is probably because of the timidity of being close to the hometown, and the sudden fear of seeing relatives right away, and this messy period before will at least consume some time and delay.

When they were about to reach the car, Jiang Kuo greeted him and said hello to his father: "Good morning, uncle."

There is nothing like welcome back, welcome out of prison, polite but slightly uncomfortable greetings such as you have suffered, only a simple good morning, as natural as a neighbor you meet every morning.

Duan Feifei wanted to go up and hug Jiang Kuo at this moment. This young master, if he wanted to, was always gentle and decent, making people comfortable.

Although he doesn't like it most of the time.

"Good morning," Dad smiled, "Thank you, come and pick me up."

"It should." Jiang Kuo said.

"Let's go," Dad said, "Uncle treats you to dinner."

"Get a haircut first." Jiang Kuo said very simply.

Dad was stunned: "Huh?"

"The order cannot be changed," Jiang Kuo said, "Duan Feifei memorized the procedure all night."

"Ah." Dad took a look at Duan Feifei.