San Fu

Although very depressed and tired, Jiang Kuo still insisted on inviting Duan Feifei to the small wonton restaurant at noon for dinner.

"I want to eat two bowls and add eggs," Jiang Kuo said, "How about you?"

"Same." Duan Feifei said.

"Don't learn from me," Jiang Kuo said, "You can order a bowl, and you still want to eat Malatang at night, don't you?"

"Malatang is several hours later," Duan Feifei said, "There is enough time to empty the stomach."

The festive pedestrian street is very lively, especially at night.

You have to queue for 10 minutes to eat a small wonton, and it takes less than 10 minutes to finish a meal of small wontons.

When I came out, there were people everywhere, and there were various performances, and there was a lot of voices.

"Do you want to go shopping?" Duan Feifei asked.

"No shopping," Jiang Kuo replied resolutely, "I stood on the square today and listened to laughter, shouting and music all day, and now I feel out of breath when the noise is too loud."

"That time," Duan Feifei said, "you can forget about sleeping for a day tomorrow, you have never been so tired before."

"It's easy to say when you're tired," Jiang Kuo said, "It's mainly because of anger! It's not anger, it's just fucking aggrieved, you can't scold if you want to, let alone do something, just hold back like that."

Duan Feifei smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you."

"You used to work part-time, so you have encountered many such things," Jiang Kuo asked, "Aren't you angry?"

"Angry, what should I do then," Duan Feifei said, "I can't just say quit."

Jiang Kuo, who was a little frustrated and tired even though he was full, returned to the car. The moment his hands touched the steering wheel, Duan Feifei felt that he was revived with blood.

Not just a resurrection, but a return to the state of Xing Chui Ping Ye Kuo.

A car was parked sideways in front of them, as if hesitating about how to park in this parking space after they left.

Jiang Kuo honked the horn impatiently, and stepped on the gas pedal twice.

When the driver of the car looked over, he stretched out his hand and shook it to the left, signaling the car to move forward.

The driver looked back again, still hesitating.

"What the hell are you afraid of?" Jiang Kuo frowned and whispered, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed forward out of the parking space. The speed was a little irritable, and stopped half a meter away from the car.

The car was so frightened that it hurriedly drove halfway forward.

Jiang Kuo drove the car out, but instead of turning left immediately, he parked there diagonally.

Sure enough, there were still two cars following on the right, and the front wheel of the front car had already turned to the left, and it seemed that it was going to compete with the car that dared not move for their parking space.

"See," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm just annoyed by this kind of person. The car in front has found a seat, and it's about to back up a little bit ahead, but an idiot from the back plunges in and thinks he's so awesome. .”

The car in front began to back into the parking space, and the car blocked by Jiang Kuo caught fire. He started to honk his horn, but he didn't let go.

Jiang Kuo didn't pay attention, the car in front had almost backed up, so he suddenly lowered the window and turned on the music. Amid the blaring music, Duan Feifan saw the driver of the car behind get out of the car.

But before he came over, Jiang Kuo had already slammed the accelerator, stretched out his hand to shake the window, and drove forward out of the parking lot.

When the car reached the main road, he turned down the music and closed the windows.

"Have you enjoyed it?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "I have to find someone to vent my anger on."

"Just go back and run two laps on the playground." Duan Feifei said.

"It's not impossible," Jiang Kuo said, "Does the school have a swimming pool?"

"...No," Duan Feifei said, "I don't even know where there is a swimming pool other than the gymnasium. Do you want to swim?"

"Just thinking about it. When I was in high school, I felt sick when I thought about swimming," Jiang Kuo said. "But after not swimming for a long time, I also thought that staying in the water is still comfortable. I can think about things, just like running."

"Did you practice swimming in high school?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "No wonder."

"Just messing around," Jiang Kuo said, "I do everything like that, pass the time, or be bored... Is the gym far away? Is there a lot of people?"

"It's quite far away, I haven't been there before, I don't know if there are many people," Duan Feifei said, "Are you not paying attention now?"

"I want to find a hotel or something," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't spend that much money now!"

"Let's run," Duan Feifei laughed. "It's the same. Look at Tang Li and Ma Xiao running every day."

"Ma Xiao doesn't know what kind of horse it is," Jiang Kuo sighed, "I'm so tired of working every day, and I can get up early the next day to go for a run with Tang Li."

"I run too." Duan Feifei said, "But not every day."

"Then you're awesome," Jiang Kuo said, "You don't sleep all night, you just eat spicy food, and you run in the morning, for fear that you will die too late."

Duan Feifei tilted his head and looked out of the car window, laughing for a long time.

The car drove to the market first, and Duan Feifan had to go back to Niusandao first. The old uncle said that someone added an order, so he had to go back and help pack the package, or it would not be ready for delivery tomorrow morning.

"What time do you go to bed?" Duan Feifei asked when he got out of the car.

"I don't know, why?" Jiang Kuo said.

"I'll call you later," Duan Feifei said, "If you're going tomorrow, I'll go back to school and take you there in the morning. If you don't go..."

"No!" Jiang Kuo patted the steering wheel, "I said I'm quit!"

"Okay." Duan Feifei said, "Then I'll find someone else."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

When Duan Feifei closed the car door and was about to leave, he lowered the window again: "Duan Yingjun!"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned his head.

"Thank you for today." Jiang Kuo said.

"Why are you being so polite to me?" Duan Feifei smiled and walked into the market.

The school was much deserted than usual. After the car drove into the gate, Jiang Kuo felt that the sound of the engine was particularly loud today.

The entire building of their dormitory was almost dark, Jiang Kuo glanced over and saw only three dormitories with lights on.

119 is also dark, and Ma Xiao has not come back yet.

Jiang Kuo wanted to go to bed and lie down for a while when he entered the door, but today was really dirty, so he went to take a shower and wash his hair resolutely.

When the torment was over, Duan Feifei had already sent him the photos and a short video that he took today.

Jiang Kuo threw the clothes into the washing machine while looking at the photos.

After a rough scan, he picked out a few and sent them to his mother, along with the video.

Not long after, my mother's video call came.

Jiang Kuo glanced at the screen, straightened his hair, but immediately messed it up, and then answered the phone.

The moment he connected, he put on a melancholy expression.

But as soon as his expression changed, he changed to surprised when he saw the scene on the screen: "Damn, where are you?"

There is no one in the picture, and my mother pointed the camera at the room.

At first glance, it is a hotel room, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the door next to it is open, and the path at the door is less than three meters away from the sea.

Although it was night, the lights were beautiful, and the sea water was clear with flickering halos.

"It's on vacation." My mother's voice sounded behind the camera.

"Anyone!" Jiang Kuo shouted angrily.

The camera looked out, in the sea outside the door, Mr. Jiang and Jiang Liao who were sitting at the small table waved at him.

"Who is it?" Jiang Liao asked, "Jiang Kuo?"

"Except without you." Mom walked over and turned the camera to Jiang, "Well, Jiang Kuo."

Jiang Liao moved closer to the camera: "Jiang Kuo."

"I'm not in the mood anymore," Jiang Kuo said.

"Comfort me," Jiang Liao pointed to the screen, "This kid looks a little sluggish."

"Let me take a look." President Jiang also came over, "Son?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, but stared at them.

"What did you do today?" Mr. Jiang asked, "Why do you look a bit out of shape?"

"Let me see," my mother said, "He is cosplaying today, and he is wearing a rabbit costume."

"Who's cosplaying!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "That's a doll costume! I'm working part-time!"

"Do you work?" The camera finally turned back to the mother's face.

"Hey," Jiang Kuo was startled when he saw the mask on her face, "Is it enough time? Take it off."

Mom took off the mask and walked back into the house: "Are you going to work?"

"The photos I sent you were taken by others when I was working part-time." Jiang Kuo said.

"What's the matter?" Mom said, "Is there not enough money? Everyone says three thousand and five is enough."

"Anyway, it's up to you whether there's enough or not... Few people stay in the school," Jiang Kuo sat on a chair and leaned back, "Our dormitory is the only one on this floor, and there is Duan Feifan next door, Mr. Jiang has eaten with him For rice, they both work part-time, so I went with them."

"Are you wearing that rabbit to hand out flyers?" Mom asked.

"No leaflets," Jiang Kuo said, "just say hello to people who come over..."

Speaking of greetings, he thought of Heichao again, the group of kids who were frantically pulling their tails and laughing and jumping, and the little bastard who finally swung his arms and beat his legs under the direction of his grandma.

Immediately felt a little depressed.

"Are you tired?" Mom asked.

"It's okay, I can rest for 10 minutes in an hour, from [-] am to [-] pm." Jiang Kuo said in a muffled voice, "I just encountered two psychosis."

"He's fine." Mom said something behind the camera, probably Mr. Jiang.

"Where is your classmate?" Mom asked again.

"The one in our dormitory hasn't come back yet. He seems to be working in a barbecue restaurant and he's still cleaning up," Jiang Kuo said. "Duan Feifei went back to his old uncle's shop to help deliver the goods. What's wrong?"

"What about you?" Mom smiled.

"Ah——" Jiang Kuo raised his head, "Could you please comfort me! I've had a hard time today! You guys are on vacation, and I spent a whole day wearing a doll's clothes on the street! I was beaten by a child."

"Anyway, I won't be going tomorrow," my mother knew him well, "what is there to comfort you, you have comforted yourself."

"Call Mr. Jiang." Jiang Kuo refused.

Although he and Mr. Jiang fought the most times, and every time he got up, he wanted to fight, but compared to his mother, Mr. Jiang was more used to him when there was no conflict between the two of them.

"I think your mother is right." Mr. Jiang did not appear on the scene, but his voice could be heard clearly, "You do not work for money, nor to train yourself, it is purely for fun, what is there to comfort you? You Even after working for seven days, I can still praise you for persevering..."

"Then what if I have worked for seven days!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

"That's what it should be." Mom said.

"Damn it!" Jiang Kuo hung up the video, and threw the phone on the bed with a wave of his hand.

sleep!

Probably today is really a little tired, his arms are weak, the mobile phone he threw on the bed did not land where he planned, but flicked on the edge of the bed.

Before he could stand up, the phone popped out and hit the ground.

"I rely on..." He jumped up and picked up the phone.

As he expected, the screen cracked, and the cracks bloomed from the lower left corner like fireworks.

"Fuck me." Jiang Kuo summed up his feelings.

"Be more civilized," Duan Feifei said, "It's all money, ah, it's all money."

"Stop pissing me off here!" Duan Ling turned and pointed at him, "Hurry up!"

Niu Sandao received an urgent order half an hour ago, several boxes of beef sauce will be delivered early tomorrow morning.

The sauce is enough, but it hasn’t been canned yet. It was supposed to be finished tomorrow and the next day, but now I have to work overtime overnight to install the sauce. Duan Ling was brought over to fill the sauce as soon as he got off work. minute.

Everyone quickly washed their hands, put on gloves and masks, and then started to work.

Sometimes it is so appropriate. When you are free, the phone is so silent that you don’t know what to do except watch some small videos. Once you start working, it becomes very lively.

Duan Feifei's hand was flying up and down to hold the sauce, and the phone was in his pocket, ringing with a message every three seconds, and after five or six notifications, someone started calling again.

"Go and get rid of your cell phone," the old man said, "It makes me sad to hear that."

"Okay." Duan Feifei took off his gloves and took out his phone.

The top message prompt is JK921, but the content is a mess of letters and numbers.

The phone call was from my mother.

"My mother." Duan Feifei said.

"Take it," the old aunt pointed at him immediately, "Is she here to see you, let her come over when you have time, pretend to be a sauce."

"You!" Duan Ling couldn't help laughing, "Crazy!"

Duan Feifei answered the phone: "Mom?"

"Didn't sleep!" Mom sounded very happy, "I just entered the market, you come out, I bought you some clothes or something, you come and get it."

"I'm busy," Duan Feifei said, "Why don't you come to the store."

"Why should I go to the store," my mother said, "If I can't say a few words to your old aunt, I will quarrel."

"Here to pack the sauce," Duan Feifei said, "I have to deliver the goods tomorrow morning, so it's too late."

"Crazy!" My mother shouted and hung up the phone.

Duan Feifan didn't even bother to ask Jiang Kuo what it was. The whole family was busy, so he sat down and continued to pack the sauce.

Two minutes later, my mother pushed Niu Sandao's back door and entered the house, holding several shopping bags in her hand.

"It's really yours." She said, "I am a woman who has been divorced for 20 years, and I still want to help my former brother-in-law's family pack beef sauce."

"Where did the 20 years come from," the old aunt said, "Who did you have a baby with, Duan Feifei?"

"I gave birth to a dog!" Mom washed her hands and sat down, putting on gloves.

"...Don't." Duan Feifei said.

He hasn't seen his mother for several months, and he hasn't changed much, except that he has lost a little weight.

She moved very neatly when loading the sauce. After all, this sauce has been a signature since the day Niusandao opened, and my mother used to do this job a lot.

With the addition of a skilled worker, these boxes of sauce seemed to be packed much earlier than expected.

"Let's go, let's go," my mother waved at him, "I'll talk to you when I get out."

Duan Feifei packed up and went out with her.

"I transferred some money to your card," my mother said to him as she walked outside the market, "you can check it later."

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "I'm not short of money right now, so don't transfer money if you're tight, and don't buy so many things."

"These two months are not too tight," my mother said, "the clothes and so on are all cheap, and they don't cost much."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"I went to see your dad last week," said my mother. "He's coming out soon. I don't think he's right. Go and see him again when you have time."

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

"It seems like you don't want to come out," said my mother. "You can talk to him when you have time."

"Understood," Duan Feifei said, "After so many years, I may be a little scared, the outside world has changed a lot."

He sent his mother to the side of the road, and his mother sat on the electric car and chatted with him a few more words: "Go back and rest early."

"En." Duan Feifei responded, "Be careful when driving..."

There was the roar of an engine in the distance, and then two beams of headlights were seen shining over.

Everyone went to the city for the festival, and the market was very quiet at this point, so this car was particularly eye-catching.

"Ouch, this movement." Mom said.

Duan Feifei sighed, he didn't know what Jiang Kuo meant by driving a car out so late, eating Malatang?Still going to have BBQ.

When the car stopped beside them, my mother stepped aside: "Why is this?"

"My classmate." Duan Feifei said.

"Your classmate?" Mom was surprised, "Is it Elliston you went to?"

Duan Feifei listened happily: "Stop watching dramas all day long."

The passenger window was down.

Duan Feifei walked over, leaned on the roof of the car to look in, and Jiang Kuo was also looking out.

"What do you mean by this?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Is it inconvenient?" Jiang Kuo whispered.

"No," Duan Feifei turned to look at his mother, "I'll see my mother off, she's leaving right now."

"Your mother?" Jiang Kuo said.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

Jiang Kuo opened the car door and got out of the car, and said hello to his mother: "Hello, Auntie, my classmate Duan Feifei."

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei said, "we are in the same class."

"Oh," my mother nodded, "then you guys play, I'll go back first."

"Be careful." Duan Feifei confessed.

"Don't worry." Mom waved her hand.

"Auntie, go slowly." Jiang Kuo said.

"Hey." My mother turned her head and smiled, and drove the car forward, turning into the small road next to her.

"What are you doing?" Duan Feifei turned around and looked at Jiang Kuo, "You can just sweep a car and ride over this road. Now there is no one in the school, so the cars all over the street can be swept casually."

"If I can scan, will I not!" Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone, "My mobile phone is crazy!"

crazy?

Duan Feifei remembered the letter and number message he sent earlier, took out his phone and clicked on it.

I found that Jiang Kuoyi had sent several messages in a row, all messed up, with a JK921 sandwiched in the middle, and patted me on the shoulder and said you are so handsome.

"The keyboard is broken?" Duan Feifei stretched out his hand, "Let me take a look?"

"It's not the keyboard," Jiang Kuo walked to him and took out his phone. "You can't turn on the screen, you know. Now I can only keep it black. It's not broken, it's crazy."

After Jiang Kuo finished speaking, he put the phone in his hand.

"How did it fall like this?" Duan Feifei looked at the crack on the phone.

"I wanted to throw it on the bed, but I didn't make it right," Jiang Kuo said.

"Can't turn on the screen?" Duan Feifei asked.

"If it's bright, you have to be quick. You have to turn it off as soon as you see it. Be quick." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm afraid my hands aren't that fast," Duan Feifei felt that he didn't understand what Jiang Kuo was saying, "show me."

Jiang Kuo picked up the phone and turned on the screen.

As soon as it is unlocked, before the desktop can be seen clearly, the phone starts to operate by itself, click to open the APP, exit, open again, exit again, open one more, and then start to click all the way down...

"Did you see it?" Jiang Kuo pressed it again, "I sent you a message just now, and it went crazy, and it entered your circle of friends, and I also liked it twice."

"The screen is broken." Duan Feifei looked at his phone, "Did you just buy this?"

"I bought it after the college entrance examination," Jiang Kuo sighed, "I'm really convinced, do you know where there is a mobile phone store nearby?"

"It's closed too, what time is it now?" Duan Feifei glanced at the time, it was past 12 o'clock.

"Then what should I do?" Jiang Kuo said, "Do you have an old cell phone?"

"Yes." Duan Feifei said.

"Lend me quickly." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei handed over his mobile phone.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"It's been five years, is it old enough?" Duan Feifei said.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

"Persist for one night, and fix it tomorrow." Duan Feifei said.

"I'll buy a new one." Jiang Kuo was firm.

"Have you thought about how much it will cost to buy a new one?" Duan Feifei asked, thinking about it and then said, "But if the phone is broken, it should be replaced, and it should be more than three thousand five thousand. I think I can apply..."

"I'll just use the three thousand five," Jiang Kuo said with a displeased face, "I'll work part-time to make up for the excess!"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.