San Fu

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and quickly put the phone back in his pocket.

But when he picked up the phone, he found that he had just photographed the phone on the compasses.

It’s over.

"I'm still fooling around now..." the teacher was still talking.

But Jiang Kuo didn't pay much attention, and quickly touched the screen of the phone with his hand in his pocket, and it felt smooth.

"Whoever lets me see someone playing with a mobile phone again, you will be recorded as absent for this class," the teacher said, "Don't regret it if you fail the class then!"

Jiang Kuo sighed softly and lowered his head obediently.

The teacher was very angry, but somehow made him feel at ease.

It's like returning to the familiar high school life.

Duan Feifei didn't dare to talk to him again. After the teacher finished his lecture, everyone was very honest. Some of them dozed off and looked as if they had slept for two days and were full of energy.

After class, Duan Feifei got up and gave him a hand: "Go and apologize."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"Apologize to the teacher, hurry up," Duan Feifan said, "The old lady deducted [-] points from those who missed class..."

"Is it so ruthless?" Jiang Kuo was surprised, "Didn't she just say that I will be counted as absent from class?"

"No," Duan Feifei said, "Go and express your remorse. In case you are upset, next time you doze off, she will count you as absent from class."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo got up and went to the door of the classroom.

"Do you know how to say it?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Would you like to lend me your mouth?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and gave him a sideways glance.

Duan Feifei packed up their things, walked out of the classroom, and waited for Jiang Kuo downstairs.

It was time to see his father soon, and Jiang Kuo mentioned in the morning that Jiang Le had finished a batch of photos and sent them to him later.

It should be Jiang Liao who was sending him photos just now, and chatting a few words by the way.

It seems that it is normal to miss in class, Jiang Kuo has to miss seven or eight times in a class, so he will lean over to ask a question casually.

I didn't expect Jiang Kuo to make such a big noise, and the phone screen might have to be replaced again.

Duan Feifei sighed, not knowing what he was talking about, Jiang Kuo's reaction made him a little embarrassed.

Usually, their male college student role models, this kind of situation is directly leaning over to watch instead of asking. After a certain level of familiarity, even if they are so invisible, even if they are not allowed to see, the other party may snatch it.

But Jiang Kuo can't.

No matter how familiar he is with Jiang Kuo, Duan Feifei is sure that not only him, but also role models, no matter how casually they usually talk to Jiang Kuo, they will not behave in such an "unreasonable" way towards Jiang Kuo.

In Jiang Kuo's aura coming from his bones, there was no space to tolerate such rude behavior.

This kind of thing does not need to be said, or even specifically expressed, everyone can feel it.

This is the innate sense of distance that the young master has.

Jiang Kuo was talking about some personal issues, or it wasn't personal, but he just didn't want him to see it.

This feeling is indescribable, natural and somewhat lost.

But a few minutes later, when watching Jiang Kuo running down the stairs, this feeling quickly disappeared again. Jiang Kuo is still the young master who has opened his shell, a little tugging, Smart, handsome guy with sometimes surprising insights.

"It's done." Jiang Kuo ran over and snapped his fingers, "Let's go back to the dormitory and treat you to pineapple cakes."

"Did I scold you?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I must be scolded. The old lady said that I am out of shape in every class. She has long disliked me." Jiang Kuo smiled, "I said that the class I am most in is her class, because she said Well done."

"Does this make sense to her?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It doesn't work," Jiang Kuo thought about it happily, "She said you shouldn't just flatter, because your learning status is not correct, and no matter how good you flatter, it's useless."

Duan Feifei laughed: "Just say that you have realized your mistake, and you must reflect on it. In the future, there will be no such situation of disrespecting the teacher and disrespecting the classroom."

"That's what I said later," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't have this kind of experience either. The focus is still on your words."

"Your reaction is really..." Duan Feifei sighed, "I even surprised you."

"Fuck, I don't know about my phone..." Jiang Kuo quickly took out his phone and glanced, "It seems... Fuck, is this a crack?"

"Have you put the film on?" Duan Feifei looked at it, and there was a small crack about one centimeter in the upper right corner of the screen.

"No, it doesn't feel good after sticking it on." Jiang Kuo said.

"That means the screen is cracked," Duan Feihua rubbed his hands, "it shouldn't affect the use."

"That's it," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't have the money to change the screen."

"Most of us would not replace such small cracks." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Why is your phone broken?"

"It's been five years," Duan Feifei said, "it's not reasonable to say that it's not bad, so it's broken and the machine can't be turned on."

"By the way, let's print out the photos first," Jiang Kuo said, "It was Jiang just now, send me the photos."

"Is it ugly?" Duan Feifei said, "I'll scare you like that at a glance."

"No," Jiang Kuo waved his hand without covering it up, "We're talking about you, I feel guilty when you suddenly come over."

"...This reaction is not about me, it must be scolding me." Duan Feifei laughed.

"That's impossible," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm praising you for being handsome."

"Go to Ma Xiao's part-time job shop to print, he probably has already rushed over," Duan Feifei said, "It's just half a block past Malatang."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo nodded, "He doesn't mind now, does he?"

"We don't mind if we still have 119," Duan Feifei said, "Besides, the Wenyin shop is okay, it's easy."

There were no customers in the Wenyin shop at the moment, and Ma Xiao was the only one in the shop. When they arrived, Ma Xiao had just arrived and was lying on the table ready to endorse.

Jiang Kuo suddenly felt guilty.

I feel afraid that if he doesn't deduct points normally, he will have to fail the exam.

"It's cheaper for you guys." Ma Xiao said.

"Do you have permission?" Duan Feifei asked.

"One thing," Ma Xiao said, "Students from our school can get a discount when they come over."

Jiang Kuo wanted to say, Ma Xiao, you are quite eloquent now, did you practice talking to people here every day...

The photos were imported into the computer, and Duan Feifei went over to look at them.

I have to say that Jiang Liao's photos are processed very well, and the color tone is very comfortable. There were a few original photos with good composition but a few places that were overexposed, and she repaired them all.

"Good shot." Ma Xiao started to print the photos.

"The late stage is also awesome." Duan Feifei said.

"Do you want to make a photo frame?" Ma Xiao asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

Before the words "no need" could be said, Duan Feifei pointed to the photo of the two of them on the computer: "Let's take this one, make it a small one."

Ma Xiao nodded.

"Do you have a commission for the photo frame?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yes." Ma Xiao said.

Jiang Kuo came to his senses and looked at Duan Feifan: "Then make two, don't I want it?"

"Two." Duan Feifei said.

There are not many photo frames to choose from in the printing shop, and they all look a little cheap. Jiang Kuo chose two simple straight frames, one white and one blue, from the most expensive one.

If Duan Feifei picked it, Ma Xiao might feel that he was taking care of him, but Jiang Kuo skipped the cheap ones and chose the expensive ones with a look of disgust, which seemed reasonable.

The photos were quickly printed and framed.

Duan Feifei looked at the photo frame. He didn't know why, even if it was a photo frame that didn't look very aesthetic, after the photo was put in, it would inexplicably bring a certain feeling of time.

"It doesn't seem ugly." Jiang Kuo looked at the photo frame while walking, "Jiang Liao really likes this kind of thing, what kind of small photo frame, the kind of pendant that can open photos, and make a photo book by himself."

"It has a special sense of time. Holding the photo in your hand can make you feel the time," Duan Feifei said, "It will change with time."

Jiang Kuo turned to look at him: "Duan Feifan."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei glanced at him.

"You are so romantic." Jiang Kuo said.

"Really?" Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Aren't you too unromantic?"

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

The pineapple cake brought by Mr. Jiang was very fresh, and the portion was quite enough. It was shared among 119 and several dormitories nearby, and he could invite contemporary male college students to eat together at 107.

"This is the previous paper, it's not easy to handle, don't give it to anyone," Sun Ji still forgot to tell Jiang Kuo the important thing, "For advanced mathematics and English, you have a high school foundation, and it's almost enough to read the book. It’s not difficult, plants need to memorize a lot, and the last few verses have to be listened carefully, and you can circle the key points. The key points I circled last year are all here..."

Jiang Kuo took Sun Ji's papers and notebooks, feeling a lot of pressure.

Why not tell Duan Feifan, he is suspended from school, not repeating a grade, shouldn't this be told to him?

Oh, this is probably the task he arranged for you.

"Don't look at Duan Feifei." Sun Ji usually didn't talk much, but now he suddenly looked like a senior, "We gave him these things last year."

Jiang Kuo sighed, lowered his head and flipped through Sun Ji's notebook, the densely packed words and various small pictures in it.

"One and a half months, it's probably about the same if you make such a sudden move this semester. After all, your brain is still easy to use," Sun Ji continued to educate him, "You will have to improve in the next semester. There is no shortage of memorization, and there are more professional courses. Well, when the time comes, the experimental report group homework will exhaust you... Oh, you should write the experimental report that you are going to hand in this month. You can talk about whatever the experiment is. No need to buy, we have a lot of them..."

"Ah." Jiang Kuo didn't know whether he was agreeing or sighing.

"Come here," Fatty Liu handed over a box of pineapple cakes, "While eating, I said, this is specially sent by Mr. Jiang, you still haven't eaten a bite?"

Jiang Kuo looked at the pineapple cake and did not move. He was still holding a paper and a notebook in his hand. It was not a particularly clean thing in the hand. He really couldn't hold the pineapple cake at the moment. He stared at the box and considered whether to directly Take a piece in your mouth.

"What's wrong?" Fatty Liu looked at him, "Do you want to eat?"

Duan Feifei, who was standing behind the table, smiled: "His hands are dirty."

"I don't get sick if I don't do anything clean!" Ding Zhe said.

Duan Feifan stretched out his hand from his shoulder, took a piece from the box, and handed it to his mouth: "I just washed my hands."

Jiang Kuo hesitated, and bit the pineapple cake.

"Damn it," Dong Kun said, "We can't match this style, we have to feed!"

"Don't make me laugh," Jiang Kuo said, "It's easy to choke if you laugh after eating this."

"What are you afraid of? I choked Duan Feifan and made Heimlich for you." Ding Zhe said.

Jiang Kuo quickly swallowed the pineapple cake in his mouth, followed by a ton.

Perhaps Sun Ji's words still had some effect, and after all, it would be very troublesome if he failed the course, Jiang Kuo was obviously much more serious in class.

Duan Feifei went to see his father early this morning, and he saw Jiang Kuo shaking out of the dormitory with a book in his arms.

"Are you Jiang Kuo? Or did Tang Li have plastic surgery?" Duan Feifei was surprised, "Are you going to study early?"

"Yeah!" Jiang Kuo got up a lot earlier than usual, but he seemed in a good mood, "Are you going there now? Isn't it a little early?"

"A little earlier, the guards checked the photos before showing them to my dad. After I saw them, I asked the guards to bring them to him." Duan Feifei said.

"Thank you Dragon Beard Candy," Jiang Kuo said.

"Remember." Duan Feifei smiled.

Instructor Luo was very pleased with the photos he brought, as if he was relieved to persuade the unfilial son to treat his father well.

"Your father must be happy." Instructor Luo patted him on the shoulder. "Since you came last time, he has been in a stable state for a month."

"I'll come next month." Duan Feifei said.

"Okay, that's right." Instructor Luo said with a smile.

Dad's splint has been removed, but some traces of medicine can still be seen under his sleeves.

This time when he walked into the meeting room, his steps were faster than before.

"I heard you brought me a photo?" Dad asked after picking up the phone.

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, took out the photos, and flipped through them one by one, trying to find the best one and show him first, "We're going to..."

"Bring it up," Dad flicked his fingers on the glass, "Who are you showing this to?"

Duan Feifei didn't pick the "best", they were all pretty good, so he picked up his and Jiang Kuo's one and pressed it on the glass.

"Yo," Dad was taken aback, "Which one is you?"

"...Why don't you take a look at it?" Duan Feifei put his face next to the photo, "You don't even recognize your own son?"

"Is this the rich second generation?" Dad pointed at Jiang Kuo, "He looks very rich."

"He's in the group of me and Ding Zhe, and his nickname is Jiang Youqian." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"You took a good picture." Dad tapped the picture lightly through the glass with his finger. "This picture shows the handsomeness."

"What's more," Duan Feifei changed another one and pressed it on the glass, "This is me, and the last few are all mine alone."

"This one is also good, it's very professional, just like a magazine." Dad first looked closer, then moved away, "You drive very well."

Duan Feifei looked at him, and put on another one: "It's still very different from driving a truck, it's completely different. I ran two laps to get used to it before I dared to increase the speed."

"It's not bad, it's not like driving someone else's car," Dad said with a smile, and moved closer and further away. "It's a good match. Who took this photo?"

"Ding Zhe took his father's camera and took it. Jiang Youqian's younger sister helped...beautify the photos," Duan Feifei found a simple word, replaced it with another one, and stared at his father carefully. Look, "A few of us went together..."

"Is this the puppy you talked about before?" Dad narrowed his eyes.

"Well, Benben, I'm living with Jiang Youqian's friend for the time being, and I'm having a good time." Duan Feifei showed all the photos in turn, "I'll let Guan Luo teach you the photos later."

"Okay." Dad nodded.

"Dad," Duan Feifei approached the glass and whispered, "Are your eyes a bit presbyopic?"

"Fart." Dad was very straightforward.

"My grandfather was presbyopic very early, and my uncle also got reading glasses last year," Duan Feihua said, "You may have inherited them."

"Is the third child wearing reading glasses?" Dad raised his eyebrows with great interest, "Is this kid wearing reading glasses?"

"Ah, yes, I wear it when I read." Duan Feifei looked at him, "I think you should match it too."

"Stop talking nonsense to me." Dad stared.

Duan Feifei could see that he was a little unhappy, so he didn't say any more.

After a few seconds, Dad sighed: "Leave me alone."

Duan Feifei couldn't answer for a moment and fell silent.

"What are you talking about?" Dad said again.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei didn't understand.

"Don't worry about what I say," Dad said.

"Never mind." Duan Feifei smiled.

"That Jiang is rich," Dad said, "it's a nice person to look at."

"It's pretty good," Duan Feifei said, "I thought he was quite annoying at first, but after getting to know him for a long time, I found that he is a good person, good-natured, and smart."

"I didn't expect to meet such a friend when I went to Mengshi University." Dad looked at him, hesitated for a while, and felt that he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said a very simple sentence, "It's good to have such a friend, who can help you in the future."

Duan Feifei was stunned.

"Other people can rely on their parents more or less, but in your case..." Dad said, "You can only rely on friends."

"I can do it on my own," Duan Feifei smiled, "I didn't have such friends before, so I'm fine, and I've grown up now."

"It's different when I graduate and work in the future." Dad thought about it and waved his hand again, "It's up to you to figure it out. I won't say much. no use..."

"Dad," Duan Feifei interrupted him, "I've been waiting for you to come out all these years, as long as you know this."

Dad lost his voice and just looked at him like that.

After a while, Duan Feifei saw a tiny sparkle in his eye socket.

Before he could speak again, Dad stood up abruptly: "Let's go!"

Then he turned and strode away.

Watching his back disappear over the door, it took Duan Feifei a long time to slowly come to his senses.

Stuck in panic.

uncomfortable.

Daddy suffers because he thinks he suffers, he suffers because daddy thinks he suffers.

His grandparents and uncle's family were very kind to him, and his father knew it too, but none of these could prove "how did he live these years".

This intertwined, messy feeling like a ball of thread that cannot be disassembled made him flustered and dazed.

He has never been afraid to communicate with people, and there is no relationship that he can't get close to.

Only face dad.

When the bus left the fourth stop, Duan Feifei got off the bus.

Walk slowly towards the old Longxu Candy store.

It's very cold today, the wind can blow through your coat with a slap, and there's not much sun yet.

But when he walked into the store against the wind, he felt that the depression in his heart could not be blown away even by the wind.

Apart from the constant entanglement with "how have you lived these years", the father who has always disdain to make friends and thinks that making friends can't be with a purpose, but with true feelings, actually said with difficulty that he has a rich friend who can help him in the future I am busy with such words.

Very sad.

"What flavor do you want?" The proprietress' voice interrupted Duan Feifan's thoughts.

"Let's have a little of everything," he took out his mobile phone, and when he saw the message of JK921 in the information bar, the previous sadness suddenly went from his heart to the tip of his nose, and he quickly wiped his eyes, "use That little cardboard box…”

For the paper bag I used last time, the fastidious person in JK921 put it in his mouth, and his face was covered in powder.

But because he was sour from the heart to the tip of his nose, he almost didn't finish the last half of the sentence. When he talked about the "little paper box", he could even hear his crying voice.

"...Okay, wait for a while." The proprietress glanced at him.

The concern in his eyes made him a little embarrassed, he quickly turned around, sat on the small stool next to him, facing the door.

【JK921】How is the effect of the photos? Are fathers kind and sons filial?

【JK921】Jiang Liao just posted a few more photos, and there is a group photo that is very good

[JK921] Let's take it to the tour next time

When Duan Feifei saw these words, he couldn't control his tears, and he didn't even have time to wipe his eyes, the tears had already dripped on the screen.

He didn't even know what was going on.

From the divorce of his parents to the imprisonment of his father to now, the number of times he shed tears over these things can be counted in a box of dragon beard candies.

It wasn't a big deal today. On the contrary, Dad was actually quite excited after seeing the photos.

But he suddenly couldn't hold back.

When he was crying uncontrollably, the proprietress packed several boxes of dragon beard candies, and when she brought them to his side, she stopped, as if she didn't know whether to disturb his crying.

"Are you ready?" Duan Feifei couldn't control the embarrassment anymore, he raised his head and asked.

"Ouch," the proprietress saw his face, and quickly took two tissues from the table and handed them over, "What's wrong, wipe it off."

"Thank you." Duan Feifei pressed the tissue to his face.

"Are you in trouble with money?" the proprietress said, "I won't charge you any more, don't cry."

...not at all.

Duan Feifei suddenly couldn't continue the tears.