San Fu

Cannon slept very soundly in the co-pilot, with a peaceful expression of trust in his excellent driving skills.

Jiang Kuo opened the car window, a cool night wind swept across his face, and the air mixed with grassy and earthy smells rolled into his nose, and the ever-high "escape" mood was suddenly blown away by the wind, leaving a space His mind suddenly became a little confused, and he put all the windows down.

The slightly tidal wind immediately filled the car, and lifted the cap on Cannon's head to the back seat.

"Damn!" Da Pao sat up straight and was stunned by the wind for a few seconds before saying, "I fucking thought the car had overturned."

"I want to jump out by myself so much." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

Cannon rubbed his face, and when he turned his hand to grab the hat, he glanced at the speedometer.

"Car god! How dare you look at me!" Da Pao glared at him, "One hundred and eight! You are crazy! I will catch you for speeding in a while!"

"It didn't take me more than three seconds to get up to speed." Jiang Kuo let go of the accelerator, and the speed dropped to [-]. "It's not on the highway, either, the National Highway."

Cannon was stunned for two seconds, and looked forward. It was pitch black outside the range of the headlights, and his voice suddenly rose an octave: "Are you still out of your mind? Isn't the national highway dangerous! Do you know what the road ahead is like? Ergao's chassis! Want to fly, you?"

"That's too imprecise, why can't it be as tall as a kidney bean." Jiang Kuo was yelled at by him, and he kicked the accelerator impatiently, and the speed of the car immediately returned to 180.

He didn't slow down until the cannon turned on the mixed attack of national curses, dialects and curses, and the sound surpassed the engine, and he slowed down and parked the car on the side of the road.

"Why don't you drive." Jiang Kuo opened the door, took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator and got out of the car.

"Are you sleepy, why don't we both sleep on the spot," Cannon then took a can and leaned back on the chair, "I'm so sleepy that I can't drive."

"What if Mr. Jiang sends someone to chase him?" Jiang Kuo sat on the hood.

"What are you thinking, Mr. Jiang can't guess that a person like you who is greedy for life and fear of death will take a long way to go on the national road," Da Pao said, "If he really wants to deal with you, he will just let someone go to the school gate to block you and you will be done... But there is a high probability that he will not bear it.”

"Did someone call you?" Jiang Kuo asked, opened the Coke with one hand, and took two sips with his head raised.

"Mr. Jiang must have gotten angry with my dad. My dad sent me a message telling me to die outside without going back. I am now homeless." Da Pao also opened the can of Coke with one hand, and then shook the spray Coke in one hand, "Did you just hide in the house and practice this when you have nothing to do, driving so smoothly."

The first time it was opened, it was so smooth and smooth.

Not to mention opening a can of Coke with one hand, you can open a can of eight-treasure porridge with one hand when you are in a good mood.

He is exceptionally talented in such meaningless things, all kinds of "Fancy XX", "Unarmed XX", various "Top Ten Handsome Skills"... It only takes one time from entry to mastery.

"Sleeping didn't stop me from practicing." Jiang Kuo smiled, and raised a Coke can at him, "If you want to be homeless, why don't you go to study with me, do laundry and run errands, and I'll pay you .”

"Come on, your financial backing is furious. I'm still working so hard to let my father know that I'm going to wipe out my little pocket money. Do you think I'm the kind of person who shares weal and woe?" Cannon shook his head, thought about it and knocked on the car door again, "Jiang Kuo, if I were you, I wouldn't even go to high school."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "With your aptitude, nine-year compulsory education is considered advanced education."

"That's right, I have a correct understanding of all the facts." Da Pao yawned a few times and sighed again, "I just want to ask you, why do you have to go to this school and you go to prison for four years?" I don't think your father will be so angry..."

"Exaggerated." Jiang Kuo interrupted him.

"That's what it means, you're a rebellious son, isn't it because he's used to it?" Da Pao said with disdain on his face, "It's always—he's still a child after all, so give him room to grow up."

"As expected of me." Jiang Kuo gave him a thumbs up.

"Your father is so angry because he already foresees that it will be the same if you don't go to school." Cannon thought for a while, "It's better to go home and inherit the family property. It doesn't need much. I think the folk village is just for you."

"I'm dreaming," Jiang Kuo laughed, "He arranged for me the day after the college entrance examination, and asked me to stand at the image post in the community."

"It's not surprising, after all, my dear father knows you best," Da Pao said with emotion, "I don't know who will win the country that has been conquered. One is delicious and lazy, and the other is a god..."

"I'll give you a minute." Jiang Kuo's face darkened instantly, and his voice was clearly displeased, "Check where the nearest town is, even a village, and walk there by yourself."

"Improper use of words," Da Pao laughed dryly, looking at the Coke in his hand, "I may be excited today, and you also know that I have this kind of virtue, I can't speak with my head... This Coke is not right... I just Whatever..."

"Don't be too casual." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Is it raining?" Da Pao suddenly stretched his arms out of the car window, turned his face away, and forcibly changed the subject with some embarrassment.

Jiang Kuo raised his head, and several large drops of rain hit his face directly.

"Go or go!" shouted the cannon.

He jumped off the hood, and in just a few seconds, his hair and shoulders were wet.

"I'll drive," Cannon jumped out of the car, "I don't trust you to drive in this rainy day."

Jiang Kuo ignored him, sat in the cab, slammed the door to shut the cannon out of the rain, and then started the car.

"Fuck you!" Da Pao reacted very quickly, and yelled at the co-driver while turning his head, "Jiang Kuo, what do you mean!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't drive?" Jiang Kuo put the cannon on the co-pilot's mobile phone and threw it out of the car window, kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out with the roar of the engine.

Cannon must have been swearing in the back, but he couldn't hear him, and he could only see his silhouette running while waving in the sudden rainstorm slowly disappearing from the rearview mirror.

Jiang Kuo turned on the music and turned up the volume.

The rain had fully wetted the interior of the car before he closed the window, and he reached out and pulled a tissue to wipe the water off his face.

The rearview mirror was blurred, not to mention the last figure of the cannon, even the road was gone.

The situation ahead is the same, the headlights can only illuminate a distance of two meters, and all that can be seen within two meters is water that has exploded into a white mist.

Jiang Kuo's foot on the accelerator has been slowly lifted up, and the speed of the car has dropped all the way, but he still can't see the way ahead when it drops to 40.

After driving a few kilometers, he parked the car on the side of the road, listening to the sound of rain outside, which sounded like eighty trains running over at the same time, in a daze.

Doing nothing makes you hungry.

Jiang Kuo turned around in the car for a long time, only to find a flattened bun in the back seat.

Thinking that there was only one passenger in the back seat, Yang Ke, he grabbed the bag and wanted to throw the bun out of the window, but just as the window opened a crack, rainwater swept in sideways, and he closed the window again.

Forget it, to be a quality person, he wiped the water on his face and threw the bun back into the back seat.

The rain was indeed unexpected.

He just threw down the cannon and walked away. Cannon should have cursed and looked around in the dark wasteland. At dawn, he would take a fellow tractor and find a long-distance bus station to go home by car, or go to school to scold him personally.

But now the rain was getting more and more outrageous, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while, so he hesitated whether to turn back.

After all, he was locked up at home during the whole escape, and it was all done by the cannon outside.

In case something happens to the cannon, such as falling into a ditch filled with rainwater and choking to death...

A flash of lightning flashed across the thick rain and fog, lighting up half of the sky, and then there was a dull thunder, shaking the clown on the front of the car to bow to him.

Jiang Kuo started the car.

The road was too narrow, so he had to go on and find an intersection to turn around.

He didn't have any luggage, he had to buy it when he got to school, and he needed a follower.

So now he had to turn around and take his valet with him.

The cannon stood in a black and white rain and fog.

Qiuhuo's Yu Weili, the rain literally made him shiver.

When Jiang Kuo's car lights pierced the darkness and hit him, he wiped the water from his face, raised his arms and took a deep breath, shivering and growling.

"Fool! Brake!" He flailed his arms wildly above his head. "There's a bend ahead—you idiot—"

The car didn't slow down.

Over the years since he was a child, Da Pao is very aware of Jiang Kuo's various outrageous operations.

First of all, this person must have forgotten that there is a bend on the road he just drove 10 minutes ago, and secondly, he will not slow down, he just wants to sweep the water on the poor man he threw on the side of the road.

The car roared past Cannon, and Cannon heard the music in the car in the oncoming rain, and even felt that he heard Jiang Kuo's happy laughter.

"Stupid." Cannon spat out the water in his mouth.

The car rushed forward, accompanied by a flash of lightning, and plunged into the field ahead.

"The whole show is over." Duan Feifei shouted with his eyes closed on the recliner.

The ceiling fan that was squeaking above my head stopped for two seconds in fright.

"It's so annoying," the old aunt kicked him on the back of the chair. "You've just finished the whole show! There are more than 300 chapters in this novel!"

"The protagonist of the first 300 chapters crashed into a car four times," Duan Feifei said, "How can this person survive more than [-] chapters in the future?"

"What's the matter with you?" The old aunt stood up and opened the curtains to look out. It was already bright at five o'clock. "Who told you to listen?"

"You just know a few more words," Duan Feifei sighed, "I don't need to listen to books every day."

"The car is coming," the old aunt put the phone in her pocket, "I'll go down and have a look."

"I'll go," Duan Feifei stood up, "You still have more than 300 chapters."

"Sleep for a while!" The old aunt stopped him, "Aren't you going to report to school today?"

"Do you still need to be full of energy to report?" Duan Feifei opened the door and walked out, "It's not to fight."

"Who are you fighting with!" the old aunt shouted.

"No one!" Duan Feifei also shouted, and the stray dogs downstairs barked, and dozens of people responded.

The old man was already standing by the back door, smoking and chatting with Boss Song who delivered the beef.

"Extraordinary," Boss Song handed over a cigarette, "Your uncle said that you have to report again today, once a year."

"No smoking below fifty." Duan Feifei pushed Boss Song's cigarette away.

"Damn," Boss Song glared at him, "It's more than 100 cigarettes!"

"If it's higher than fifty, I'll..." Duan Feifei pulled back Boss Song's hand holding the cigarettes, took a few out of the cigarette case, and put them in the uncle's pocket, "Give it to me." uncle."

"You must be smoking behind your back." Boss Song looked disbelieving.

"You saw through it!" Duan Feifei smiled, turned around and touched a meat-cleaning knife from the door behind him, and walked to the back of the unloading car.

The person who is busy in the car is Xiao Li, and he comes here every time the delivery is made.

Duan Feifei clapped his hand on the car door: "Li Li!"

The meat that Xiao Li was holding in his hand almost fell off. When he turned his head and saw the knife in Duan Feifan's hand, he was startled and lowered his voice: "What? Want to rob the meat?"

"I'll try it." Duan Feifei shook the knife.

"I told you this is good meat," Xiao Li said, "Except for the supermarket, such a big market will deliver it to your home. There is a small box over there that has been cut. You can taste that. Keep the knife, and I will watch it. flustered."

Duan Feifei took a small piece of beef and chewed it back to the old uncle: "I went for a run, and I will bring back the siu mai later."

"What did you eat?" The old man looked at him.

"Beef, it's not bad," Duan Feifei replied, and looked at Boss Song again, "Is this meat safe to eat raw?"

"I dare not say that to the meat buyer," Boss Song said, "I can tell you, don't worry! It's good!"

"Fart." Duan Feifei said.

"Then you eat?" Boss Song shouted.

"Let's go." Duan Feifei stretched, turned around and trotted away.

When he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said that he could resume exercising slowly, but lying in bed for several months was a collapse. Duan Feifei felt like enjoying himself as soon as he came back. He would run for two hours every day.

Just as enjoyable as him is the stray dog ​​running in the market, running with him every day, rain or shine, from a puppy to a medium dog, with his chest muscles showing.

"That's all you want, right?" Duan Feifei bought siu mai and gave one to Benben.

Benben swallowed the siu mai chew without chewing it, and waited for him to walk back, wagging his tail contentedly.

When the phone rang, Duan Feifei picked it up and answered it without looking at who it was.

"If you don't come to report today, you will lose your friendship." Dong Kun's voice came out, "I'm sorry for you, Ding Zhe and I are like idiots here every day to welcome the newcomers!"

"It's so polite, you two sit down." Duan Feifei said.

"Goodbye!" Dong Kun said.

"Hey hey," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'll be there in a while."

"Do you have any luggage?" Dong Kun asked immediately, "I'll ask a few people to wait and help you take the dormitory."

"No, take it slowly, it's only a few hundred meters." Duan Feifei whistled and took a big step. Benben immediately slipped under his legs. He took another step, and Benben circled back again. Drilled past.

Stray dogs are really smart, he taught this movement yesterday, and Benben has already learned it.

The second registration was no different from the first time in terms of form. When I walked to the school gate, the seniors who welcomed the new students greeted and led people.

"Extraordinary!" Dong Kun rushed out from the crowd, and opened his arms all the way.

Duan Feifei subconsciously leaned back, feeling that Dong Kun was going to kiss him in the next second.

"Extraordinary!" Ding Zhe also rushed out, and after shouting, he quickly turned around and returned the notice from someone in his hand.

Dong Kun ran over first, hugged Duan Feifan without any surprise, and didn't wait for him to walk into the school gate.

"If I remember correctly, the two of us had barbecue last week," Duan Feifei said, "Is your news too fake...it's in the way."

"I'm a person with a sense of ritual." Dong Kun let go of his arms, "Don't rush to leave later, tell them to have lunch at noon, Fatty Liu and Sun Ji have come back early."

"I..." Duan Feifei opened his mouth, and just after he said a word, a horn sounded behind him.

Just as he was about to turn back, two more beeps sounded, clearly conveying the owner's impatience.

Duan Feifei pushed Dong Kun away and turned around.

Behind him is a flamboyant green sports car.

It is estimated that some new parent sent the child over. Although he was a little unhappy about the honking of the horns, it was blocking the way after all...

The driver's window was lowered, one arm stuck out of the window, and a flick of finger in his direction signaled them to move away.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei just raised his foot half an inch and put it down, are you polite?

He looked at the people in the cab.

Another half of his face poked out of the car window, with sunglasses hanging on the tip of his nose: "Brother, let me go, thank you."