San Fu

Probably because the new store and the old store have made a qualitative leap in terms of scale and decoration. The difference is huge. Dad was very shocked. Almost every few steps the old man took, the same scene was only from a different angle, so he had to stop and talk to him. Introduce with blow, do not need others to help.

Duan Feifan and Jiang Kuo's business introductions were not overlooked by the old uncle, and they were all covered. Yang Ke tried to help out a few times, but failed to find a chance.

There are two floors upstairs and downstairs, and it took a group of people almost an hour to wander around.

"I walked [-] steps today." Duan Feifei took out his phone and glanced at it.

"That's [-] steps?" said the old man, "Your [-] steps are a bit easy."

Dad hesitated for a while before whispering in the old uncle's ear: "What [-] steps?"

"Ten thousand steps is the number of steps," the old man took out his mobile phone, "Look at this..."

When Duan Feifei heard his father's question, he took out his mobile phone, but his father didn't seem to mean to ask him, so he hesitated for a moment, and put the phone back.

Duan Ling came over and touched him with his arm: "It's less embarrassing to ask his brother."

"If you have the ability, keep asking his brother." Duan Feifei smiled.

When he returned to the first floor, Jiang Kuo was sitting on a chair behind the meat stall in front of the store, with his head up and his legs stretched out.

"I'm asleep," Dad said, "Why are you sleeping here? Isn't there a sofa bed in your warehouse?"

"Looking at the store." Duan Feifei went over and gently squeezed Jiang Kuo's shoulder.

"Yeah!" Jiang Kuo sat up straight, and opened his eyes only when he turned his head.

"The tour is over." Duan Feifei said.

"I just sold some meat." Jiang Kuo stood up.

"You sell it?" The old aunt was a little surprised, "Can you cut meat?"

"They want the whole piece, right? No need to cut it up," Duan Feihua said.

"No," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Xiao Xu cut it, I just watched it from the side, I didn't sell it."

"That's okay, Xiao Xu is quite agile," the old uncle nodded, "If you really do it, I'll be scared, because I'm afraid you'll cut your hand."

Duan Ling clapped his hands: "Let's go, go to eat?"

"Okay, let's go," the old uncle waved his hand, and shouted over there again, "Xiao Xu, let's go out to eat, you can come together, the shop is closed first."

"Don't," Xiao Xu said, "there are too many people at the moment, don't close it, I will guard it, you go, come back and bring me something to eat."

"That's fine," the old uncle nodded, then pointed upstairs, "What about Xiao Yang?"

"He won't go." Jiang Kuo was straightforward.

Duan Feifei smiled: "He really won't go."

"He loves his job and works hard," Jiang Kuo said. "Sooner or later, he will have to set up an advanced employee award. He is probably the only one in every selection."

When leaving for the restaurant, my father and uncle had to ride in the truck of the uncle, while the old aunt and Duan Ling took Jiang Kuo's car.

Duan Feifei sighed lightly when he got into the car, and the old aunt sitting in the back seat heard it sharply, and said immediately: "Fan Feifei, don't care about these things, your dad just doesn't know how to get along with you now .”

"Well, I know," Duan Feifei said, "After all, he and my uncle have known each other for a long time, and they have been together much longer than me."

Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense.

But after all, they are father and son, so it is somewhat inaccurate to talk about their age.

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei, and it was not easy for Duan Feifan and Uncle Duan to make up for the missing family affection.

Mr. Jiang used to be busy with business and didn't go home for a month or two. When Jiang Kuo saw him again, he sometimes felt like he didn't know what to say, not to mention that the distance between Duan Feifan and his son was ten years.

However, although Duan Feifan was a little disappointed, he was still in a good mood overall. Jiang Kuo could tell from the side of his face that he had a happy expression.

The old aunt and Duan Ling were chatting about Uncle Duan's changes in the back seat, as well as various things about him in the past. Things from elementary school.

Ten years ago, I was still a primary school student. Because of my rich life, I had no imagination or expectation for the future ten years later, and even had some resistance.

Ten years later, he and Duan Feifei experienced the day he had been waiting for for ten years.

After another ten.

Jiang Kuo seldom thought about "the future" in the past, the real thing is in front of him, and we can talk about "the future" when it comes, but now he thinks about "the future" more and more frequently.

Later, ten years later.

Is he and Duan Feifan still together? Is their shop still there? Is Mr. Jiang going bankrupt... Ah, I'm really sorry Mr. Jiang...

"Take a brake, young master." Duan Feifei's voice came from the side.

Jiang Kuo came back to his senses and stepped on the brakes at the same time, and found that the old man's car in front had slowed down and was preparing to turn.

"Those who reminded me so unhurriedly are not afraid of being too late." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's good to measure in advance." Duan Feifei smiled.

After getting off the car at the hotel, he quietly asked again: "What were you thinking about?"

"I wonder if Mr. Jiang's company will go bankrupt in ten years' time," Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed suddenly: "Didn't you and Jiang always quarrel again?"

"No," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "I think his thinking is getting more and more strange."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei tilted his head.

"You really have no other business with Mr. Jiang?" Jiang Kuo said, "Did you two really talk about nothing when they met?"

"...What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's nothing," Jiang Kuo said, "We'll talk about it tonight."

"You know, my old aunt used to hold a parent-teacher meeting for me. When I came back, I asked her what the teacher said." Duan Feifei put his arm around his shoulders and walked behind the old uncle and the others to the second floor of the hotel. Will say, eat first, talk at night, do you know what that means."

Jiang Kuo laughed.

"Let me have a full meal, and I can bear the beating at night." Duan Feifei said.

"Is old aunt so powerful?" Jiang Kuo asked with a smile.

"You are better than her now, and she even said it with a straight face, and you are still smiling." Duan Feifei said.

"It's fine," Jiang Kuo patted him on the back, "I'll tell you tonight."

As soon as I walked to the second floor of the hotel, I heard Ding Zhe's voice: "Old uncle—"

Then there was a chaotic greeting, before Jiang Kuo saw them clearly, a group of people had already pulled the old uncle and Uncle Duan into the box.

"We don't want wine," Dong Kun greeted them outside the box door, "What bar do you want?"

"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.

Jiang Kuo went to the service desk with him.

All the wines that could be selected were on the shelf. He glanced at them, but there was nothing he liked. Just as he was about to speak, Duan Feifan put his arm on his shoulder and put it away: "Mr. Kuo."

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"It's not that my relatives don't recognize me here, and I don't have time to go out and buy wine," Duan Feifan said, "I'll just apply for these wines and I'll pick them out."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "Okay."

The wine Duan Feifei chose was beyond Jiang Kuo's imagination. He only wanted two dozen small Erguotou.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"My dad and my uncle used to drink, and they liked to drink this," Duan Feifei said, "The two of us can drink until midnight, chatting while drinking, and Duan Ling and I were so sleepy that we kowtowed to death. Hold on and listen to their bragging."

Duan Feifei was always careful. The life and scenes that Uncle Duan was familiar with had disappeared, but the wine told him that the people he was familiar with were still there.

"Will it be a little too much?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I'm not worried about pouring a single cup," Duan Feifei said, "I'm afraid of pouring a thousand cups."

"Your dad hasn't touched alcohol for ten years," Jiang Kuo continued to worry, "Don't drink too much."

"Don't worry, my uncle has a plan," Duan Feifan said, "Besides, I still have to pour it in a cup. If it doesn't work, I will pop it on my dad and it will be over."

"...You honed your acting skills for ten years, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.

When they returned to the box, the atmosphere had been raised by the role models. Ding Zhe sat beside Uncle Duan, chatting as if they were the two who hadn't seen each other for ten years.

"Yes, my house is right there," he patted his thigh, "it hasn't changed at all, my grandma's house is about to collapse and it hasn't changed at all!"

"What are you talking about?" Duan Feifei sat over and asked.

"Striving to be a son." Dong Kun said, "If you come later, he will be called a godfather."

"Let's go together," Ding Zhe said, "My godfather didn't even let you call him godfather."

"Damn." Duan Feifei laughed.

"Do you want a drink?" Dad turned around and asked.

"Yes," Duan Feifei said, "I want Xiao Er."

Dad looked at him, and after a while he asked again: "Don't you want some better wine?"

"This is not bad," Duan Feifei said, "I'm used to drinking wine."

Dad smiled and said nothing. He patted his shoulder twice vigorously with his hand, and then scratched vigorously.

The ten years of labor reform in the prison have not been changed in vain, and my father's hand is as strong as before, and he almost stood up when he grabbed him.

"Why," Dad looked at him, "it won't stand up to such a light pinch?"

"It's okay," Duan Feifei stretched his arms, "That's all."

Seeing him like this, Dad immediately grabbed his shoulder again and squeezed it hard.

"Hey!" Duan Feifei tensed the muscles on his shoulders with luck.

Dad added a little more strength as if he was competing with him, and finally patted him with a smile: "Boy, you have muscles."

"How?" Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Yes," Dad laughed a few times, "Yes, as expected of my son."

Very childish.

Jiang Kuo listened to Dong Kun and the others chatting, while watching Duan Feifan and his son interacting like kindergarten children.

Jiang Kuo was very moved by Duan Feifei's unconscious childish behavior in front of his own father.

It is said that they are all over the age, but he still has such emotion.

What a cute boy, what a charming boy, what a sexy boy...

It's mine.

Hahahahahaha.

When Uncle Duan's gaze swept over, Jiang Kuo was holding his chin and enjoying himself, his mouth was still open and he didn't have time to close it.

This glance made him almost choke.

"This kid has been stubborn with me since he was a child." Uncle Duan said with a smile.

"It hasn't changed at all," Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei turned his head to look at him, smiled and said nothing.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Look at you being silly," Duan Feifei hooked the corner of his mouth, "Silly boy."

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo said.

The waiter brought in the wine, the dishes Dong Kun and the others had already ordered, and they were all served soon.

After the wine was poured, the old uncle stood up holding the wine glass: "Everyone sit still and don't move, I'll just say a word."

When recording the video, the old uncle was so nervous that he jumped up and down three words, but now he seems very comfortable, it seems that he is emotional.

"Our old Duan's family, the second child has always been the pillar," said the old uncle, "No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many things have happened, in my..."

The old uncle thumped his chest: "Duan Laosan's heart!"

"Be gentle," said Uncle Duan, "I'll be coughing after a while."

"Don't interrupt!" The old man glared at him.

"You continue." Uncle Duan said.

"The second child is always the second child, and it will not change!" The old uncle raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

"It won't change!" Ding Zhe roared immediately.

"It won't change!" A group of people shouted together.

"Cheers to the nonsense of the third child." Uncle Duan raised his glass.

When Jiang Kuo was drinking with his head up, he glanced at Duan Feifan next to him, and found that he also did it with his head up.

"Are you going to faint now?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice.

"I'll open your eyes today," Duan Feifei said, "I can hold on."

Indeed, Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifan's drinking capacity has always been Schrödinger, until he pours it, you don't even know whether he pours one glass or two.

Today can be regarded as refreshing Jiang Kuo's understanding of his drinking capacity.

Duan Feifan actually drank two small Erguotou.

Not only did he finish drinking, but his eyes were still piercing.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Kuo stared at him. "Yeah." Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.

"Did you pretend before?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Who knows," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "Maybe it's for you to serve me."

Jiang Kuo stared at him up and down: "I really feel this way now."

Duan Feifei laughed, and then opened his arms.

As soon as this action came out, Jiang Kuo knew that he was still drunk.

Before he had time to hide, Duan Feifan had already hugged him and embraced him affectionately.

Fortunately, everyone drank a lot, and Uncle Duan's tongue grew too big, his eyes were slack, and everyone looked happy.

"Can it still work?" Jiang Kuo patted Duan Feifei on the back.

"I can do it," Duan Feifei said, "Today is the highlight of my more than ten years of Jiusheng."

When the meal was over, everyone except Duan Feifan and his son was still able to move. Dong Kun originally wanted to call two replacement drivers, but he couldn't find a replacement truck for a while, so he could only call a few cars separately.

What Duan Feifei meant was that although today is to give Dad some alone time, he still has to be sent back to the rented house, which will be his and Dad's home for a long time to come.

But his father refused him to send him home, and squeezed into the same car with his uncle.

"Dad?" Duan Feifei supported the car door and looked at him.

Dad didn't say a word, turned his head and looked out of the window over there, pretending that he didn't hear him.

"You and Jiang Kuo go back to school or to his place first," the old uncle waved his hand and whispered, "Give me the key, and I'll send him back to that house in a while."

Duan Feifei didn't speak, just stared at his father.

"Don't be stubborn with him," the old aunt whispered in the passenger seat, "the key."

Duan Feifei was a little inexplicably upset. From the time his father came out to now, the feeling of being far and near has gradually come up from joy. Now he is very clear that his father is hiding from him out of guilt. Either embarrassment or alienation from not being together all these years.

He was a little anxious, but there was no better way.

Jiang Kuo reached out from behind, took out the key from his pocket, put it in the uncle's hand, and pulled him away from the car door.

"Uncle Duan, take a good rest for a while," Jiang Kuo said.

"Hey, okay," Dad didn't pretend to be deaf to Jiang Kuo, and immediately responded, "You should also take a good rest, you are tired after running around today."

After the car drove away, Duan Feifei still stared at the rear of the car, and sighed when he lost sight of it.

The model group's car also arrived, but Dong Kun hadn't gotten into the car yet, looking at the two of them, "I'm going to say something now."

"Let's talk," Duan Feifan said, "Duan Lao Er will never change in your Dong Lao Si's heart."

"Are you fucking crazy?" Dong Kun listened to the music and laughed for a long time. "We took a taxi back to school. I will go home at night, and you two will take a taxi by yourself."

"Don't worry," Duan Feifei pointed to Jiang Kuo, "here is someone who is not drunk."

"Let's go." Dong Kun said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Don't drink and drive." Dong Kun confessed again.

"I've only exceeded the speed limit a few times, and I haven't drunk and driven before," Jiang Kuo said.

"Is speeding a good thing to say?" Dong Kun said.

"Ah—" Jiang Kuo yelled, "Are you going?"

"Let's go." Dong Kun got into the car.

Several people in the car reached out and waved to them.

Jiang Kuo waved his hand, then took out his mobile phone to call a taxi.Duan Feifei hugged him from behind, lowered his head and rested his chin on his shoulder: "I'm a little dizzy."

"It's been a while," Jiang Kuo said, "The car is still 700 meters away from us."

Duan Feifei fought hard until the car came over, and only leaned against him after getting in the car.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and asked.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei closed his eyes and replied, "I'm just a little dizzy."

"Then you faint for a while," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll call you when you get there."

"Go back to the tenth floor?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo said.

I don't know if it's because he drank too much or because he was nervous after seeing his father, and now he finally relaxes. Duan Feifan is very quiet at the moment.

From getting in the car to getting off the car, and then entering the elevator to go upstairs, he didn't speak a word.

After entering the room to wash his face, he listened to the voice from the old man on his mobile phone, and pointed to the sofa: "Ko, sit there." "Yeah." Jiang Kuo sat on the sofa.

Duan Feifan also sat on the sofa, then leaned on him and fell on his lap.

"Are you going to faint?" Jiang Kuo looked down at him.

"Are you expecting me to faint?" Duan Feifei smiled.

"No, I just feel that if you don't get dizzy after drinking so much today, I'm really sorry for dragging you into the dormitory." Jiang Kuo said.

"I really won't get dizzy," Duan Feifei said, "I'm actually quite nervous today."

"Your father is also nervous." Jiang Kuo said.

"Probably, what should I do about this," Duan Feifan said, "I'm afraid that he will move out and live by himself in a few days."

"Just tell him that the house will be rented to him, and let him pay the rent by himself," Jiang Kuo said.

"Well," Duan Feifei paused for a while, "Tell me about your non-nervous father, Mr. Jiang, what's wrong with you, you want to start thinking about his company going bankrupt?"

Jiang Kuo laughed: "I used to think this way a lot, what would happen to me if his company went bankrupt."

"Sooner or later, I will report you to Mr. Jiang." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"Look, I just said that you and Mr. Jiang are not as familiar as you said," Jiang Kuo gently curled his fingertips on his eyebrows, "He had dinner with Jiang Lv and even tried to make me call you together."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei opened his eyes slightly, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know, you can ask him." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei didn't make a sound, only clicked his tongue after a while.

"Why does Mr. Jiang always look for you?" Jiang Kuo poked in the middle of his forehead, "Did he torture you, did you not hold back and confessed to him?"