San Fu

"What did you bring?" Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo's suitcase, "I just went to play for a few days, it's still summer, why are there so many luggage?"

"A lot?" Jiang Kuo looked at his suitcase, "Isn't this just a 20-inch small carry-on suitcase?"

"What did you put?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Ten days' clothes and pants, toiletries, hair dryer," Jiang Kuo thought, "slippers, pajamas, bathrobe..."

"Slippers, pajamas, bathrobe, hair dryer," Duan Feifei said, "Doesn't the hotel have one? Does the hotel have toiletries?"

"I don't use a hotel," Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan couldn't remember if Jiang Kuo had used the hotel stuff when they went out to play together before, but anyway, he had a lot of luggage at that time.

"Is it because the hotel Dong Kun booked is not of a level that his relatives don't recognize?" He smiled.

Dong Kun doesn't have the economic strength like Jiang Kuo, so he can't invite guests. Their accommodation is AA, and Dong Kun is responsible for booking the room.

"It's definitely not possible to say that I can rest assured," Jiang Kuo said, "but the hotel he booked is not the kind I can't bear, it's just my habitual hypocrisy."

"Hold on," Duan Feifei fought back and dragged his suitcase over, "I'll protect your hypocrisy, my suitcase is still half empty, and you can put anything else here with me."

Jiang Kuo was stunned, and looked at his suitcase: "Did you...have nothing with you?"

"I just brought more than half less clothes than you do," Duan Feifei said, "It's impossible to bring hair dryers and the like..."

Jiang Kuo didn't say much, and quickly opened his box again, and put a small bag and hair dryer inside into his box.

"Is there any more? There is still room." Duan Feifei said.

"It's gone," Jiang Kuo said, "Let's keep those places, maybe I'll buy something."

"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.

Ding Zhe spends half of his summer vacation in Niu Sandao, just like he used to, coming as frequently as Ma Xiao.

This time they didn't drive by themselves, they bought tickets for the afternoon, but Ding Zhe came early in the morning with luggage.

When the two of them arrived at the store, Ding Zhe was helping to type the express bill at the back of the store.

"There are so many orders today," Ding Zhe slapped the order in his hand, "Is it on the advertising space?"

"I've been doing activities for the past two days, and the shipments were originally made in the afternoon, so I have to send out a round first this morning, or I won't be able to pile it up," Duan Feifan said, "The new venue can be increased once it is established, so we will make a small batch. Run an ad to see the effect."

"Speaking of which, does it count as a successful start-up?" Ding Zhe asked.

"It's one step of success," Duan Feifei said, "I haven't returned the book yet, but I succeeded where it came from, and now I am returning to the book steadily."

"That's nonsense, all you need to invest is the cost," Ding Zhe said, "In the future, the shipment will not be sent here, it will almost be too much to pile up."

"There was a quarrel this morning." Ma Xiao said next to him.

"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's the mutton family, right?" Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Ma Xiao nodded, "I was arguing with my uncle."

"I'll go and have a look." Duan Feifei walked to the back door of the store next door.

The store that sells mutton, Duan Feihua has already got along with the boss very well, but the boss’s wife is not so easy to say, as soon as she comes to the store, she will find something wrong. Your boiled beef smells too strong. The goods are piled up again, not even an inch more, or occupying an area for 10 minutes, your machine is too noisy, and your packing is too noisy...

Jiang Kuo has been too lazy to talk about it. Normally, he wouldn't care about things like this today if there was a quarrel.

But Duan Feifei's habit is to deal with it, even if it is separated by a family, it will be fine, this kind of close relationship must be good, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the future.

Ma Xiao packs very quickly, but he can also see that he is quite tired. Ding Zhe is helping to print and paste the bills. Jiang Kuo feels that he is just beside some overly evil capitalists, so he goes to help Ma Xiao pack together.

He grabbed a box and turned it back and forth twice, but it was still not pasted. After sealing the tape, he started to find scissors to cut the tape... Ma Xiao silently packed and looked at him, and finally was forced to use his mouth again: "Go and do something else."

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo also decided to give up, throwing away the uncut tape and box.

Ma Xiao went over and tore off the tape with a swipe, as proficiently as Duan Feifei back then.

This skill that is very puzzling to Jiang Kuo seems to be known by everyone in the world except him, so it is unreasonable and even more puzzling.

Jiang Kuo could only continue to stand on one side. After a while, he turned around and went up to the second floor. He had to go to comfort Yang Ke. After all, Yang Ke's rest time in the past few months was not enough for a week, and the two bosses Today, we are going to go on a trip again in gangs.

"This is the joy of making my own choices," Yang Ke said, "I didn't feel tired, and I didn't have to work hard. They were all things I was willing to do and could do well."

"It's kind of a shame." Jiang Kuo said.

"You are not tall enough." Yang Ke said.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"Do you think someone else can do this?" Yang Ke said, "Yes, you can do it too, but if you want to be as complete as I am, analyzing data every day and summarizing it every day, that's not necessarily the case. To see the problem from here, only I can do it.”

"Yo." Jiang Kuo said.

Yang Ke didn't speak, just looked at him.

"It's because I'm not tall enough." Jiang Kuo said, "Then why didn't I let others come?"

"I think it's pulling me in case I'm short of money." Yang Ke said.

Jiang Kuo laughed.

"I have nothing to say." Yang Ke said, "With such a powerful mouth, there is nothing to say."

"Duan Feifei and I took the car in the afternoon," Jiang Kuo said, "for the next week, please monitor it from a high place, and report any problems in time."

"Well," Yang Ke nodded, "You can read books when you have time, and you will have to take the make-up exam when you come back. I'm afraid you will fail."

"Get out!" Jiang Kuo got up and left.

When he returned downstairs, Duan Feifan had already returned and was talking to the proprietress next door between the back doors of the two shops.

"Just this one?" Duan Feifei pointed to the room.

"Yes," said the proprietress, "can I get in from there? Is there a hole?"

"It's easy," Duan Feihua said, "I'll make a phone call later, and we happen to have to pull the wires on our side, so we'll do it together. Otherwise, it's not safe for you to always make a plugboard."

"Will rats get in if we drill a hole?" said the proprietress, "Don't finish it for me, I'll make a rat."

"You don't know what's good or bad." The mutton boss came out with an unhappy expression on his face. "I don't know what to do!" said the proprietress, "Isn't it possible! Oh, he made it for me, and then he got into a mouse. I have to thank him!"

Jiang Kuo was a little annoyed when he heard that, if he didn't know what Duan Feifan was going to do, he would definitely get over the ambiguity by now.

"No way," Ding Zhe put down what he was doing, and walked over, "How can a mouse get in, just walk a thread, two fingers can't get through, and the doors and windows are open, which mouse will waste it?" That's great, and they'll have to seal it up when you're done, don't worry, sister."

"When you seal the hole, take a look at any other holes in your house, and plug them all up," Duan Feifei said, "I'll tell them, and you can tell the workers when the time comes."

"That's fine." The proprietress said, "The money..."

"I'll do the math with the workers," Duan Feifei said.

"You just say you!" The mutton boss glared at the proprietress in displeasure, but it was obvious that his aura was not enough. When the proprietress glared at him, he immediately turned his head away.

"My sister is straightforward, she speaks up when she has something to say, and doesn't turn corners," Duan Feifei said, "This kind of person is easy to get along with."

"That's true," the proprietress was very helpful, she turned her head to look at their goods, "I'm actually not that hard to talk, it's not a big deal for your goods to pile up, they are all neighbors, you just have to tell me , and your uncle, the youngest Duan, speaks so aggressively..."

"He's actually just like you, just straight-tempered and a little anxious," Duan Feifei said, "I'll talk about him later."

"Okay, go get busy with your work," said the proprietress, "it's already noon for this pile?"

"It doesn't work, it's almost over." Duan Feifei said.

When Ding Zhe and Duan Feifan walked back, Ding Zhe pointed to Jiang Kuo: "Look at the unhappy eyes of our little Jiang."

"Instead, I just bought that store and told them to leave." Jiang Kuo said.

"Did you see?" Duan Feifei put his arm on Jiang Kuo's shoulder, and raised his chin at Ding Zhe, "Who is the one you can't mess with."

"This is the power of money." Ding Zhe said.

"Just talk about it." Jiang Kuo said.

"Of course I know you are just talking," Ding Zhe said, "The key is that if you want to do it, you can do it."

Jiang Kuo smiled.

"Low-key, I know Mr. Jiang," Ding Zhe said, "you're messing around in the market, you still have to use Mr. Duan's way. If you want to do it like you, you have to buy the whole market to solve it. There are too many people like this. Change them." From the perspective, in the eyes of others, the old uncle is not a good person, so thorny."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"Recall the days when your uncle and nephew dominated the Dongbianqiao market," Ding Zhe said.

Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

"How is your dad doing now?" Ding Zhe asked in a low voice, "I think he's been running outside all day. Did you make arrangements for him too hard?"

"The factory's equipment is about to enter the site now, and he is focusing on the renovation of water and electricity." Duan Feifei said.

"We're settled after graduation." Ding Zhe said.

"Why," Jiang Kuo asked, "have you studied gardening for four years, and then went to work in a sauced beef factory?"

"No," Ding Zhe looked at him, "Don't you need greening? Don't you need some high-end professional designs..."

"We are a professional elder brother like you." Jiang Kuo said.

"Both of you," Ding Zhe's tone was filled with contempt immediately, "You both can't decide whether you can graduate or not, and you can fail in your freshman year, and what you have to do later on, even bacon can't compete with you."

"I didn't hang up." Duan Feifei said.

"Then I'll die!" Jiang Kuo sighed, "I'm bacon!"

"You're a bit too targeted." Duan Feifei immediately pointed the finger at Ding Zhe.

"Not strong, Fatty Liu and Dong Kun are both dead." Ding Zhe said.

"You didn't hang up?" Jiang Kuo couldn't believe it.

"No, I'm mad at them both." Ding Zhe smiled happily, "Hey, I won't hang up."

Out of emphasis on make-up exams, Jiang Kuo brought his notebook with him on this trip.

Although Duan Feifei firmly believes that it is impossible for him to review while traveling, and he himself does not believe it, but the effect of taking it is like reposting a lucky picture, giving himself a psychological comfort.

They bought their tickets together, Jiang Kuo bought a business ticket.

"It's the first time I've seen the business class of a high-speed rail." Ding Zhe studied the chair for a long time. Also working on chairs.

"Fuck, my bag." Ding Zhe's backpack was placed in front of the chair, and when the chair was laid flat, the bag was tightly clamped, and he couldn't pull it out after several times of pulling, "What should I do?"

"You straighten the chair!" Jiang Kuo was speechless, and reached out to help him press the button.

"Fuck," Ding Zhe threw the bag on the shelf, "I'm in a panic."

Jiang Kuo couldn't hold back his joy.

"It's so dangerous." Duan Feifei leaned back in the chair, "I wanted to put my backpack there just now."

"Damn it, Adventures of the Natives." Ding Zhe took out the disposable slippers, put them on and lay down comfortably, "Call me somewhere."

"Young lady will call you." Jiang Kuo said.

"Don't call me wherever you go, please let the young lady call me." Ding Zhe said.

Today, everyone in the business seat is okay, there are no noisy children or big brothers calling to discuss business, everyone is quite quiet, of course, after all, the three of them account for half of the seats.

Jiang Kuo turned his head to look at Duan Feifan next to him, and found that Duan Feifan was also looking at him with his head turned.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo blinked.

"Doesn't this thing have a double seat?" Duan Feifei whispered.

"Isn't this a couple?" Jiang Kuo also whispered, "Ding Zhe is single."

"Isn't this just two single seats next to each other," Duan Feifei said, "It's almost half a meter away from each other, so why don't you call it a double seat?"

"The one you want is a double bed, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei laughed, "Not at all."

"Just to guard against people like you," Jiang Kuo said, "If you really have the seat you want, there may not be much social news in this car."

Duan Feifan asked the stewardess for a blanket, and covered him with Jiang Kuo's disgusted eyes.

"What look?" Duan Feifei gave him a sideways look.

"Are you cold?" Jiang Kuo said as he covered half of his side with the blanket and pointed it back to Duan Feifan with his fingertips.

"Don't move." Duan Feifei clicked his tongue, and covered him with another half of the blanket.

When Jiang Kuo was about to jump up in disgust, his hand stretched out from under the blanket and grabbed Jiang Kuo's arm.

"Hey." He smiled.

"...What's wrong with you?" Jiang Kuo stared at him for two seconds, then laughed, "What's the matter?"

"Isn't that in public," Duan Feifei said, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to hold hands."

"Where is the big court, where is the public?" Jiang Kuo threw off the blanket.

The hands they held together were exposed.

"Over there, there is a crowd." Duan Feifei raised his chin to his right.

Jiang Kuo turned his head and saw Ding Zhe who was looking towards them.

Ding Zhe immediately made a "please" gesture, turned his head, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

"Okay," Jiang Kuo turned around, "It's gone now."

"Okay." Duan Feifei smiled.

I’ve been quite tired for a while, or I’ve been very busy since the new store started. I can’t say I’m tired, but I’ve always had things in my heart, big and small, and even those feelings don’t count as things. It's a little bit tired after a long time.

At this moment, the car was moving forward peacefully, and the scenery outside the window was receding faster and faster as the numbers on the display screen in front of it gradually increased. With the low and rhythmic sound of the train moving in my ears, I felt a sense of joy. A sense of tranquility.

Duan Feifei held Jiang Kuo's hand, originally wanting to chat with him, but Ding Zhe closed his eyes, as if giving Jiang Kuo some signal.

Duan Feifei took a breath and was about to speak, when he watched his eyelids slowly droop, and then closed his eyes.

"Okay," Duan Feifei smiled, "Go to sleep."

He propped his neck and stared at Jiang Kuo for a while, his neck couldn't support it a little bit, so he could only lean his head back into the chair, the edge of the back of the chair in the middle covered Jiang Kuo's face, only his raised face could be seen A small lock of hair.

Duan Feifei stared at his lock of hair for a while, and then fell asleep.

All three of them slept soundly, and they also said that it was because the store was busy, and Ding Zhe didn't know why he slept so soundly.

When the flight attendant woke them up, all the passengers who got off at the same station had already stood by the door.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo thanked the young lady.

It was only at this moment that Duan Feifei remembered and let go of his hand.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo shook his hand, "Are you having a nightmare? My hands are sore from your pinching."

"I don't know," Duan Feifan stretched his fingers, grinning sorely, "I also..."

"I'm so touched," Ding Zhe took off his bag, and put it in front of them, "get out of the car."

"Get out of the car." Duan Feifei waved his hand.

Group news kept ringing, the three of them were the last to arrive, and Dong Kun waited at the exit with Sun Ji and Liu Fatty.

[Dong Xiaosa] Are you out yet?

[Liu Xiuchang] Speaking, are all six of your hands useless?

【Sun Zhuanghan】Get out of the air conditioner and feel the same scorching sun with us

Ding Zhe sent a voice directly while walking: "Come out! I'm walking out, what the hell is the temperature here, it's like being in an oven as soon as I come out!"

"Normal temperature in summer!" Dong Kun replied, "Jiang Youqian is so pretentious and didn't complain, you are so aggressive!"

"Is it hot?" Duan Feifei turned his head and glanced at Jiang Kuo. It was indeed hotter than theirs. It was already five o'clock, and the temperature was quite high.

"It's hot," Jiang Kuo touched his forehead, "The air conditioner was too strong just now, and I haven't had time to sweat yet."

"This is the way to play during summer vacation." Duan Feifei said.

"Are you worried that I'm too hot?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifei said, "I just asked casually."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "It's so heartless now."

"I really can't hide it anymore," Duan Feifan said, "Do you regret it? It's too late."

"I just like your Zhenermu." Jiang Kuo rubbed Duan Feifei's back a few times.

"You..." Duan Feifei was about to speak, when he suddenly realized, he touched his back with his hand back, "What did you rub against my back?"

"My hands are a little sweaty." Jiang Kuo shook his hands.

"...All right," Duan Feifei nodded, "serving you."

There were a lot of people leaving the station, and they squeezed in the crowd and walked out slowly.

"Dong Kun's place is really a tourist city, and there are so many people here." Jiang Kuo said. "Yeah." Duan Feifei jumped up.

"What?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "So lively."

"A little excited." Duan Feifei jumped up again.

"Really?" Jiang Kuo smiled.

"Let's come out to play." Duan Feifei said.

"It's not that I haven't come out to play before." Jiang Kuo said.

"It was different before," Duan Feifei said, "and this is us going to a strange city together, does it have a wonderful feeling?"

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Then why don't you jump for a while?" Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo hopped on the trolley of the suitcase.