San Fu

Someone in Duan Feifan's family is in jail, which is Jiang Kuo's first judgment.

This meeting witness is used to visit the prison, and it should be a relatively close person. If it is a normal relationship, the meeting witness will probably not be kept, and it will be kept in the dormitory.

It's his dad.

Jiang Kuo remembered that when he mentioned his father last time, what Duan Feifei said was "he doesn't care".

At the time, I didn't think it meant anything else.

Thinking about it now, it really doesn't mean anything else, just the literal meaning, that is, he can't control it, because he is in prison...

Jiang Kuo put on his coat and sat down at the table.

Ding Zhe unpacked two new boxes of playing cards and was shuffling them together.

Duan Feifei came in with a chair, put it beside him, sat down, and looked at him: "I'm good at picking, I took my latest clothes."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "How about I change another one?"

"Okay." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo stood up.

"Hey, hey," Duan Feifei grabbed him and dragged him back down to the chair, "Just kidding."

"What are you playing?" Jiang Kuo looked at the cards on the table.

Ding Zhe has been shuffling the cards, and his movements are quite smooth, but after poking back and forth for a long time, the piles of cards are still not shuffled. It seems that he is almost suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"If there are six people together, let's fight for the top," Dong Kun said, "I will wait for you for the rest of my money this month."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo knocked on the table and beckoned to Ding Zhe, "Give it to me, I'll wash it."

"Give it to him quickly," Fatty Liu laughed, "Someone can't take it anymore."

"You come here," Ding Zhe put the cards in front of him, "I'll learn."

Jiang Kuo took the cards, tapped twice on the table, neatly arranged the cards, divided them into two stacks, and began to shuffle the cards.

"It's over," Dong Kun pointed at Jiang Kuo, "I have a bad feeling, why do I think this person is really a master."

Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo's hand. The two decks of cards were tossed and interspersed in various ways. In fact, the most common shuffling method was used, but the movements were indeed beautiful.

I don't know if it's a master card player, but there is definitely a trick like striking a match on this shuffling card.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo turned the cards around in his hand and put them on the table.

"I'll start a scoring." Sun Ji poked a few times on the phone and opened the scoring app, "Duan Yingjun, Liu Xiuchang... Jiang Kuo, what's your name?" "...My name is Jiang Kuo." Jiang Kuo said.

"Come on a nickname," Sun Ji said, "Look at us, handsome, slender, unrestrained and mighty strong man."

Hearing these inexplicable names, Jiang Kuo looked at them in a circle: "Then I can only call Jiang Youqian."

Duan Feifei laughed: "Okay."

"Okay," Sun Ji nodded, "Jiang is rich, and the handsome, slender, unrestrained and powerful man is rich."

"Turn it over." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo reached out and turned over a sheet, Your Majesty.

"Fuck." Fatty Liu said.

Jiang Kuo stacked the cards, and everyone started to take cards.

Duan Feifei found that Jiang Kuo should at least play cards often, and he looked very experienced in handling cards. He only glanced at the cards in his hand, and then inserted them into a pile of cards.

The cards were not opened either, and they were only rubbed after they were taken. The cards were unfolded neatly like a fan, and the order was not adjusted.

Ding Zhe glanced at him, gathered the cards in his hand again, and rubbed them together, two cards burst out.

Jiang Kuo sighed: "The cards are all guessed."

"What can you guess with just these two cards?" Ding Zhe took the cards back.

"Don't put them in order," Jiang Kuo said.

"Damn." Ding Zhe stared at him, "play the card!"

Jiang Kuo threw a 3 out.

"Who do you look down on?" Sun Ji said, and then put a 4 on the table.

The few people were all happy, and once they cooperated, Duan Feifei ended the harmonious atmosphere and dumped a straight.

"Okay, let's stop making trouble, I'm going to exert my strength!" Dong Kun said.

"Strength, strength!" Fatty Liu also shouted.

But after a round of force, no one came out.

Jiang Kuo directly pinched them out in the first three rounds. He didn't have a chance to play the cards a few times, so he threw all the cards in his hand on the table: "Run away."

"Your uncle." Fatty Liu pounced on him, pulling the cards, "What a mess."

Jiang Kuo's cards were not placed in order, and they were arranged one by one. Liu Fat, based on the principle that he could not let this person come up and kill him, carefully picked all the cards and put them in order.

"Is that right?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"This kid is really lucky." Sun Ji said, counted everyone's cards, lowered his head and pressed a few times on the phone to count the points.

"Shuffle the cards!" Dong Kun patted the table.

Jiang Kuo took the cards and began to shuffle them. He probably won the opening hand well. He was in a good mood, so he didn't shuffle the cards in the most common way.

After the cards were stacked in his hand, he took half of them, squeezed the cards and pulled them with both hands, the cards made a clattering sound, drew a phantom in the air, and closed them again.

"Your uncle," Dong Kun said, "Come again."

Jiang Kuo took the other half of the cards on the table, and pulled them again, but this time they didn't close them, and the cards fell from the right hand to the left hand one by one with phantoms.

Then he took the card and cut it a few times with one hand.

"I'll try." Fatty Liu said as he took a deck of cards, "Two decks are okay?"

"It's too thick to handle." Jiang Kuo said.

"Stop hitting, right?" Duan Feifei leaned back in the chair, put his knees against the table, and gently swayed back and forth.

"Try it." Fatty Liu said.

He carefully squeezed a deck of cards in his right hand, then bent it, facing his left hand, luckily, his right hand forcefully said, "Go!"

The cards jumped out from his tiger's mouth in an instant, because the force was quite strong, and the whole deck of cards jumped out like a fountain.

"Pick it up yourself!" Several people roared at the same time.

"Tomorrow you can practice with a pair by yourself," Duan Feifei said.

Fatty Liu picked up all the cards and returned them to Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo didn't play tricks anymore, but just shuffled the cards, and his movements were like acting.

Duan Feifei looked at his hands and the cards in his hand, flipping his fingers in the phantom of the playing cards, coupled with the sound of shuffling the cards, he felt obvious drowsiness for a few seconds.

It's like watching a sleep aid video.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo put the cards in the middle of the table.

Everyone started to take the cards, but Duan Feifan still looked at his hand, took the cards, glanced at them, inserted them among the other cards in his hand, and sometimes let the cards spin around between his fingers.

"Don't look at my cards." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"You didn't play them in order," Duan Feifan said, "If you hold them in front of my eyes and let me look at them for a minute, I may not even know what cards you have."

"Then I can, give me five seconds to see the whole thing." Jiang Kuo said.

"You can see cards like this," Duan Feifei said, "Why can you count sevens like that?"

"That's because I reacted slowly." Jiang Kuo said.

Dong Kun was amused: "You don't maintain your image at all."

"My current image is the God of Gamblers who made you lose all your underwear overnight." Jiang Kuo exchanged cards with downstream Sun Ji, drew a card from his hand, and flicked it lightly between his fingers.

The card fell on the table with a loud "snap".

"Hey!" Sun Ji also held the card between his fingers, flicked it lightly, and the card fell to the table.

"puff".

Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing.Sun Ji collected the cards, took one, and flicked it again.

"Forget it." Ding Zhe glanced at him, took out the cards, and carefully placed them on the table.

"Be serious," Jiang Kuo said, "or you really lose overnight."

This sentence is really not bragging.

In fact, they had already chosen the less complicated competition, but Jiang Kuo was very lucky. He didn't beat them all night only because Ding Zhe quit after three o'clock.

"Stop playing, it's too crushing." He stretched, "It's too shocking."

"I didn't win all of them," Jiang Kuo said.

"You really want to win all!" Dong Kun shouted, "Do you have any humanity!"

Duan Feifei raised his finger: "Quiet, Uncle Zhao will kick you out later."

"Three thousand and five is too exciting for me," Jiang Kuo sighed while counting the cards, "The potential has been stimulated, and it is not so exaggerated usually."

"Three thousand and five is also very stimulating to me," Ding Zhe said, "When I think that someone can still be stimulated for three thousand and five months, I feel that I am too stimulated."

"Do you work part-time?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Liu Fatty said, "Two thousand is really enough, unless we want to buy something else, except Malatang and barbecue, we basically have nothing we want."

"If I want to work part-time," Jiang Kuo put the cards on the table and leaned back in the chair, "what can I do?"

"Nightclub." Ding Zhe said.

"Get out." Duan Feifei smiled and flicked a pine nut shell in his hand to his forehead.

"Apart from being handsome and being handsome," Ding Zhe said, "he knows nothing, oh yes, he drives very well!"

"Can I run Didi?" Jiang Kuo suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Can you pay for gas for a trip?" Duan Feifan said, "It must be specified that only one passenger is accepted, and if there is an extra one, you have to go on the back."

"It doesn't sound like it's here to make money." Dong Kun said, "It's only for single girls or something."

"Like a hooligan." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Then what should I do?"

"Let's go buy Malatang," Duan Feifei said, "Every time we crowdfund ten errands to the person in charge of buying Malatang."

Jiang Kuo stood up, sat down again after thinking about it: "I don't know where Malatang is."

"I'll take you there, [-]/[-]." Duan Feifei said.

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Calculate the money." Duan Feifei waved his hand.

Ding Zhe looked at the scoring: "Why don't Jiang Kuo join the group to collect money?"

"Pull." Duan Feifei said.

Ding Zhe pulled Jiang Kuo into the group: "Jiang Kuo changed his name, Jiang Youqian."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo changed his name, looking at the group name, he was a little speechless.

[Model of contemporary male college students]

Jiang Kuo received more than 500 yuan.

This was the case when he was forced to play back and try to let everyone play their cards.

"I seem to have found a way to get rich," he said.

"Just pay from us, right?" Duan Feifei asked, "If we don't eat or drink, you can pay more than 1 yuan a month."

Jiang Kuo laughed.

Duan Feifei took him to buy Malatang. Uncle Zhao fell asleep on the recliner when he passed the duty room. out.

"That's it?" Jiang Kuo asked angrily.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, and whispered in his ear, "No one else knows where the key is."

Jiang Kuo leaned back and scratched his neck.

Duan Feifan looked at him.

"Itchy." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.

Malatang, which is still open in the middle of the night, goes out at the gate near the back mountain of the school.

This area was already quite desolate, and there were no ghosts in the middle of the night. The lonely Malatang shop with lights on was in the middle of a row of illegal buildings across the road.

"The main business of this store is the students of our school," Duan Feifei introduced to him, "The couple have been in business for more than ten years."

"Do so many people eat supper?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's also sold during the day." Duan Feifei said.

"Don't sleep?" Although Jiang Kuo doesn't eat Mala Tang, he also knows that this kind of couple's shop probably won't hire workers.

"Women during the day and men at night," Duan Feifei said, "Their daughters come to help when they are on vacation."

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded.

Lao Liu Malatang.

The boss's surname should be Liu, but he is not very old. He looks several years younger than Boss Jiang.

"It's so late." Old Liu Chong smiled at Duan Feifan and opened the lid of the pot.

"There are too many people today, it's late to play," Duan Feifei took a small basket, walked to the freezer with various ingredients and began to pick, "Jiang Kuo, would you like something to eat?"

"Don't eat." Jiang Kuo said, "Don't count me in."

"Aren't you hungry?" Old Liu asked, "It's already midnight."

"He doesn't eat Malatang." Duan Feifei said.

"Really," Lao Liu looked at him, "I have noodles, you can have a bowl if you are hungry."

If the relatives who ate before did not recognize him, he would basically not make a sound when the waiter recommended dishes to him, and the people at the table might be noisy. He was too lazy to talk, and nodded if he was interested, and ignored those who were not interested.

But now that Lao Liu looked at him, the interaction was established so directly that it was impossible to avoid ignoring it.

Although he was hungry, he did not want to eat Malatang, nor did he want to eat noodles, and he also felt that the hygienic conditions here were worrying...

After thinking for two seconds, he nodded: "OK."

"Tomato egg noodles or tomato beef noodles?" Lao Liu asked again happily.

"Beef noodles." Jiang Kuo said.

Give me the best sirloin, what's the best beef you have here...

Lao Liu took out a few skewers of beef from the freezer, and took the beef off the stick.

……OK.

OK, just this beef.

Beef soup is best served with some hawthorn...

Lao Liu scooped a spoonful of soup from the clear soup Malatang pot and put it into the noodle pot.

... How dare you call it Tomato Beef Noodles!

Just call it Malatang Clear Soup Noodles!

Duan Feifei picked out the ingredients, and while Lao Liu was cooking Malatang, the two of them sat at the small table by the door and waited.

"Are you going home tomorrow?" Jiang Kuo looked at the ridiculously bright moon.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Did you go back early in the morning?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's noon," Duan Feifei turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "It's kind of boring to take a day off suddenly."

"If you're bored, go to Niusandao to work." Duan Feifei said.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"I'm going to make sauced beef," Duan Feifan said, "I'll go back and help, my uncle and the others are too busy."

"...Oh, I thought it was just going back for the holidays." Jiang Kuo said.

"Except for the Spring Festival, other festivals are basically not celebrated, and there is no time." Duan Feifei smiled.

Lao Liu's tomato beef noodles are basically not compatible with tomato beef noodles, but they are not bad, and the taste is not bad.

A group of people chatted and ate in the dormitory, and it was dawn when the group finished cleaning up.

"Go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while." Ding Zhe stretched, "Wake up and go home."

"Be quiet," Duan Feifei said, "It's just five o'clock."

Several people left the dormitory quietly.

Jiang Kuo leaned on the recliner and stared blankly.

"Do you sleep in bed?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"I can't fall asleep at this time," Duan Feifei said, "I have to wake up after a short nap. If you want to sleep, go to bed."

"Is it suitable?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's not suitable," Duan Feifei said, "It's too inappropriate, why don't you go back to 119 and go to sleep."

Jiang Kuo smiled, got up and looked at Duan Feifan's bed: "I didn't bring my pajamas..."

"As long as you don't wear shoes," Duan Feifei said, "I'm not that particular."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei ignored him and took out his mobile phone to watch.

"Is there a fee?" Jiang Kuo asked again after going up the stairs.

"Today I will let you try sleeping for free." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo crawled onto the bed and lay down.

Duan Feifan's bed didn't have a latex mattress, just a bed board and an ordinary thin mattress, and it felt a bit hard for him to lie on.

"Aren't you panicking?" Jiang Kuo turned over and lay on his side, looking at Duan Feifan who was leaning on the recliner below.

"Then you come down and stand." Duan Feifei said, "How can you pretend to be rich for three thousand and five months?"

Jiang Kuo was a little sleepy, he was okay when he was standing, but when he lay down, he didn't want to talk any more, and didn't talk to him.

Duan Feifan should be playing a game, pressing his finger on the phone: "Do you want to turn off the light?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, his vision was a little blurred, and his voice was a little dazed, he just stared at Duan Feifei in inertia.

Duan Feifei raised his head and glanced at him, but he didn't look away.

Duan Feifei raised his hand and quickly grabbed it twice in the air: "blink, blink..."

Jiang Kuo blinked subconsciously and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Duan Feifan was no longer on the reclining chair.

The sun shines in from the window, and the dormitory is golden.

He sat up, took out his phone and looked at it, it was almost a little...

Duan Feifan should have finished his meal and went back to Niusandao to make sauced beef, but this man didn't wake him up!

But probably in order to let him have a place to go if he doesn't go back to 119 this day, Duan Feifei left the key of 107 on the table.

Jiang Kuo sighed, put the key in his pocket, opened the door slowly and went out.

There was no one in the dormitory, and when he walked towards 119, he found that all the dormitories were empty.

There is a person in 119, Ma Xiao who is about to go out.

"What about them?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I went shopping," Ma Xiao said, pointing to a form on the table, "Do you want to fill it out?"

Jiang Kuo went over to take a look. It was the statistics of the students who did not go home in each dormitory during the National Day holiday, and they needed to fill in the reasons.

"Haven't they filled it out yet?" He saw that only Ma Xiao's name was on the form.

The reason is to study in school.

"They will come back." Ma Xiao said.

"Oh," Jiang Kuo hesitated, took out a pen, and filled in his name on the form, saying that he would not reply if he didn't reply, "Can you just fill in the reason?"

Ma Xiao didn't speak.

Of course, fill in whatever you want. Does Ma Xiao want to study at school?

Jiang Kuo filled in "sleeping at school" in the reason column.

Ma Xiao went out, and he was the only one left in the dormitory.

After taking a shower, he went up and down in the dormitory, probably because this was the first holiday after school started, except for the weekend, people walked really clean, and those who didn't leave were sleeping.

It was so boring, Da Pao went to the construction site and took Ben Ben away. He didn't even know how he was going to spend his day today, even if everyone would go to watch the moon together at night, what about during the day.

We went shopping together during the day.

After chatting with Uncle Zhao for another half an hour, he couldn't take it anymore, so he took out his mobile phone and called Duan Feifan.

"Are you up?" Duan Feifei answered the phone.

"Well," Jiang Kuo glanced at the sunlight outside, "Have you gone back?"

"Go back," Duan Feifei said, "I put the key on the table, you saw it."

"I'll take it," Jiang Kuo hesitated, "How about I go over there."

"Where have you been?" Duan Feifei was stunned.

"Niu Sandao works part-time," Jiang Kuo said.

"You are really busy," Duan Feifei said, "Come on, don't drive, you can't come in."

"Fart," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't afford to fill up the oil."

The market is probably the only place that is always lively no matter what the day is. Even if there are no shoppers, the bosses of various shops and stalls and their overflowing goods can create a lively atmosphere.

There are several customers picking meat at the entrance of Niusandao.

Duan Ling raised the knife in his hand, slashed with a bang, skillfully put the selected meat into a bag, and threw it on the scale.

When she saw Jiang Kuo standing outside, she raised her eyebrows: "The young master is here!"

"Sister Ling," Jiang Kuo greeted, "Duan..."

"The back!" Duan Ling raised the knife in his hand and pointed to the back door, "Go around, there are piles of things in the middle."

Jiang Kuo detoured to Niu Sandao's back door along the passage he had been running that day.

He saw Duan Feihua at a glance, and he was putting a heavy cauldron on the stove with his shirt off his arms.

He didn't dare to make a sound, fearing that Duan Feifei would take the blame if he got distracted.

But Duan Feifei had already seen him from the corner of his eye, turned his head, and smiled at him: "It came very quickly, the shortage of money is serious."

Jiang Kuo also smiled.

In the two hours after waking up, I was so bored that I had nothing to do, and my fart emotions dissipated in an instant.

Refreshed.