San Fu

The boiling crowd on the top of the mountain had been in continuous excitement for a few minutes after zero o'clock. After the crowd around them loosened a bit, Duan Feifan put Benben on the ground and caught him between his legs.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, still in the excitement of the arrival of the new year, but the embarrassment and unhappiness that Duan Feifei had brought to him after hiding had not dissipated.

Dong Kun was the most excited among this group of people. He had just grabbed Ding Zhe and kissed him, and now he wanted to grab Liu Pang for a kiss, but Liu Pang ran away cursing.

Jiang Kuo looked at Dong Kun, as if he had some kind of inspiration.

"Did you think I was going to kiss you just now?" He asked without any tact.

Duan Feifei glanced at him, opened his mouth, and said after a while: "You are crowding the dog."

"Stop farting." Jiang Kuo looked down at Benben, this dog is so talkative, he couldn't talk for 5 minutes when he was squeezed.

"Okay," Duan Feifei smiled, "Dong Kun always goes crazy, I'm a little conditioned..."

Although Jiang Kuo didn't have Dong Kun's nervous habits, he didn't intend to kiss Duan Feifan. In the way he used to get along with people, he didn't even have physical contact.

But at this moment, he took a look at Duan Feifan's face, and felt that if he really wanted to go up and kiss him, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Duan Feifei knelt down to fasten the leash for Benben, and suddenly froze when he raised his head, pointing to Jiang Kuo: "What's wrong with you here?"

From Jiang Kuo's point of view, Duan Feifei was referring to his crotch.

... what's wrong here?

Nothing!

There are so many people here, what can be done here!

Before he could react, Duan Feifei reached out and touched it.

Jiang Kuo suddenly felt a sharp pain on the upper side of his thigh: "Ah!"

He took a step back and lowered his head to see what was going on, but the viewing platform on the top of the mountain only had a circle of string lights picked up with wooden sticks, and the light was not enough to prevent him from falling over.

He touched his trouser pocket and wanted to take out his phone to take a picture.

Did not touch.

At the same time, the light of Duan Feifan's cell phone turned on, shining on his lap.

The first thing Jiang Kuo saw was that there was blood on Duan Feifan's hand that reached out to pull his pants again, and the second thing Jiang Kuo saw was blood stains on his pants that were down from the pocket.

Fresh and moist.

"...Fuck me?" Jiang Kuo was so shocked that he suddenly didn't know what to do next.

Duan Feifei quickly pressed his trouser pocket, then pulled it carefully, and he could see a flat horizontal cut on his trousers.

"You were cut off." Duan Feifei said.

"What?" Jiang Kuo almost didn't understand this sentence. In what age, do people still steal things like this?

And because he was going up the mountain today, he specially wore thick jeans.

So this is... cutting his leg too hard when cutting the pocket?

"There are thieves!" Duan Feifei roared.

Jiang Kuo paused for breath following this voice.

The people around were a little confused, and they gathered around here one after another.

"What's going on?" Da Pao rushed over, and when he saw the blood on his pants, he yelled again, "Who!"

Ding Zhe and the others also squeezed in, frantically looking for tissues.

"I'll try it." Duan Feifei took out a tissue and handed it to them, and poked the phone twice, "It may have been turned off."

Jiang Kuo's familiar bell rang.

"It's right next to you!" Da Pao yelled, "The phone! It's on who the hell! Come here yourself! If I find you, you're fucking dead!"

Everyone pricked up their ears and carefully identified the direction of the bell in the old north wind.

Like some kind of event that should be called to the police.

A few seconds later, Benben yelled at Jiang Kuo's feet twice, and even pounced.

A little girl standing beside pointed to Jiang Kuo's trousers: "There."

……what?

Jiang Kuo lowered his head, and the tip of Ben Ben's nose was already on his trousers.

When Duan Feifei reached out to touch it, Jiang Kuo felt something on his ankle at the same time.

When the phone rang and was pulled out from under his trouser legs, Jiang Kuo couldn't help but let out a laugh.

The onlookers expressed their emotions, the disappointment that they didn't catch the thief and the surprise that the mobile phone was still on them.

Da Pao didn't give up, insisted on cursing and swearing harshly for a long time before finally stopping.

"What the hell is going on?" Jiang Kuo really couldn't understand.

"The top of the pocket is too tight to reach in," Duan Feifan analyzed, "I had to cut open the pants underneath."

"But because I was too stupid, I cut off my trouser pocket and my legs, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes," Duan Feifei nodded, "then the phone fell into the leg of his trousers."

Jiang Kuo was a little speechless. He was wearing short boots today, and the trouser legs were a little piled up. If it was impossible for him to fall out, the thief would pick it up.

An alternative way of stealing combined with stealing.

"Do you want to deal with the injury?" Ding Zhe asked.

"It shouldn't feel...not serious." Jiang Kuo moved his legs a little bit, and if Duan Feifan hadn't reminded him, he didn't even feel the pain.

"It's numb from the cold," Cannon said. "Go inside and warm up and have a look, at least see how big the injury is."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

When he followed the farmhouse next to him, he was a little depressed, and he glanced at Duan Feifei: "So many people stole from me? How do you think about such a high difficulty?"

"It's a little less difficult than stealing directly from your hands." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"The only one who doesn't have a mobile phone is you." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Damn." Jiang Kuo became even more depressed.

He looked at his phone, and there were only three unread messages, one from Mr. Jiang, and two probably from the operator and the VIP manager of the shopping mall.

He sighed.

Da Pao and Ding Zhe entered the farmhouse first, talked to the boss, and asked if there was any alcohol.

When Jiang Kuo entered the room, they lined up and looked at him together.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Take it off," Fatty Liu said, "The boss has gone to get the medicine box."

"What?" Jiang Kuo was shocked. Leaving aside the five people in front of him, he looked back and saw that there were still many people outside.

"You don't want to go to the toilet, it's not very clean." Da Pao said, "Shua! Take it off and take a look, Shua! Put it on again."

"How about we surround you?" Duan Feifei said.

"Get out." Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and unbuttoned his pants.

He thought it was fine at first, but after entering the room to warm up, the sharp pain in his leg suddenly intensified, and the injury may be quite deep.

It will take two hours to drive back, and it won't work if we don't deal with it.

He walked in a little bit, avoiding the position of the gate, quickly, swish!

Just finished.

The boss came out head-on, holding a medicine box in his hand.

The boss is actually a woman.

"...fuck." Jiang Kuo turned around bouncing around.

"Give it to me." Duan Feifei took the cardboard box and stood between him and the boss.

"Look at the deep wound, like a razor blade," said the boss, "If it doesn't work, go to the hospital. It's safer to get a tetanus."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

Several people gathered around at the same time, bending down to look at Jiang Kuo's leg injury.

The scene was too difficult to explain in words, Jiang Kuo urged Duan Feifan: "Hurry up, just pour some alcohol to disinfect it."

"Iodophor." Duan Feifei's movement was already very fast, pouring iodophor on the sterile cotton ball and quickly tapped it on his wound.

After the disinfection, under the boss's guidance, he folded a piece of gauze with tape to cover the wound.

Jiang Kuo quickly pulled up his pants.

During the return journey, Duan Feifei sat in the cab.

Jiang Kuo was sitting in the co-pilot, and when he was wearing his seat belt, Duan Feifan asked, "Is there anything you want to explain?"

"Confess what?" Jiang Kuo asked, "What about the funeral?"

"This mouth," Duan Feifei started the car, "it hurts even myself."

"You are a person with a big book," Jiang Kuo said, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to drive this road, it's so flat."

Duan Feifei smiled and followed the car ahead of Cannon.

Jiang Kuo turned on the music, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Damn it, I saw blood in the first hour of the new year."

"It's pretty good," Duan Feifei said, "it's booming."

"I'm still in a daze," Jiang Kuo took out his phone and looked at it, then turned his head suddenly, "What did you send me?"

Duan Feifei laughed: "Duan Ling sent me an electronic photo album, and I made one with your photo."

"My mother doesn't play like that." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

"New Year." Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Among the three messages, apart from Mr. Jiang and the VIP manager, there was also the earthy electronic photo album sent by Duan Feifei, which contained photos taken by Duan Feifei during his part-time job.

It was already midnight when we got back to school, everyone was exhausted after being excited, even Benben fell asleep in the trunk and fell unconscious.

Jiang Kuo also fell asleep all the way, Duan Feifei parked the car, and he sat up straight suddenly: "Are you there?"

"I woke up quite on time," Duan Feifan said, "Here we are, Da Pao and Benben have already gone back, and the rest of them went back to the dormitory directly."

"Hurry up and go back to sleep," Jiang Kuo got out of the car, "What time are you going to have dinner with your dad?"

"It's past 10:30. When I leave, I'll wake you up and go to the school infirmary to check your injuries." Duan Feifei locked the car and put the keys away.

"I can get up." Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

It is true that I can get up, and I wake up very early.

I didn't sleep very well that night, I had a lot of dreams, and I didn't know what the dreams were in a mess.

But there are a few fragments that I remember particularly clearly.

He kissed Duan Feifei as if in slow motion in a movie, and in his dream he felt that the picture was very beautiful.

But Duan Feifei sternly rejected him, and even said a word.

"It's unhygienic."

Jiang Kuo lay on the bed laughing for a long time.

Neuropathy!

When Ma Xiao passed by his bedside, he was laughing silently towards the outside sideways, Ma Xiao was scared by him and took a step back.

"Morning, pony," Jiang Kuo said.

"Morning." Ma Xiao said.

"Happy New Year." Jiang Kuo said.

"Happy New Year," Ma Xiao said, "Good health."

After Ma Xiao went out, there was silence in the dormitory. Jiang Kuo closed his eyes and soon fell asleep again.

That's fine, he plans to dream for a while.

See if you can dream of Duan Feifei again, and then discuss with him what is so unhygienic about kissing.

But it didn't work, the feeling of returning to the cage felt like he hadn't slept, and he was woken up by Duan Feifan just as he closed his eyes.

"Remember to take a look at your injury later." Duan Feifei stood beside his bed.

"What happened to him?" Li Zirui poked his head out of the bed, "Jiang Kuo, are you injured?"

"The thieves cut off his legs when they cut his trouser pocket last night," Duan Feifei said.

Li Zirui and Tang Li, who was brushing his teeth beside him, were stunned at the same time, and then burst into wild laughter. Tang Li swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste foam while laughing, and ran to the pool to rinse.

Jiang Kuo looked at his phone: "You've passed by now, haven't you?"

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "Dong Kun made an appointment at 01:30, and I happened to be back at that time."

"Then I'll sleep a little longer." Jiang Kuo closed his eyes, pulled the quilt over half of his head.

"Go to the school infirmary first." Duan Feifei tore off the quilt.

"Hey..." Jiang Kuo turned over.

Duan Feifei picked up a piece of gauze from the edge of the bed: "Did it fall off?"

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo saw the blood on the gauze, and the wound on his leg woke up suddenly, and he felt pain.

He sat up and stretched his legs out of the covers, only to find that the wound was all right, not torn or bleeding.

"I'll be there in a minute," he said.

After Duan Feifei left, he changed his clothes and got out of bed.

The trousers that were cut yesterday were still thrown on the chair, the blood has dried, and it looks miserable.

Jiang Kuo hesitated whether he could still have the trousers, but the tear was fine. He didn't know if it could be cleaned, or if he didn't clean it, would he have to rub it with his hands again...

After struggling for five seconds, he threw the pants in the washing machine, changed into a pair of loose sweatpants, and went to the school infirmary.

The school doctor checked his wound. The wound was not too deep. Some medicine was given but no injection.

Because the treatment process was too simple, it took less than half an hour to go back and forth. When I returned to the dormitory, I made an appointment for lunch with Da Pao, and there was nothing else to do.

"There are two more subjects," Duan Feifei said, "After the exams, I will be on vacation."

"A year ago, I had to be busy again," Dad said while eating, "I was busy enough before, but now that the business has grown, I have to be even more busy."

"He's waiting for you to go back and help." Duan Feifei picked up a piece of braised pork. Today's meal is a special meal for the holidays, and it's quite hearty.

"I can't help much anymore. I haven't done anything for so many years." Dad buried his head in his food and didn't look at him. "He can ask for help better than me."

"It's not like that..." Duan Feifei was interrupted by his father before finishing his sentence.

"What do you think you guys are going to play later? Shooting?" Dad forcibly changed the subject.

"Archery," Duan Feifan said, "Dong Kun has booked a place, except for Jiang Youqian, none of us have played it before."

"Is there a coach?" Dad asked.

"There must be," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "I don't know if the coach will charge a fee. If there is a fee, I will let Jiang Youqian teach me to save some money."

Dad laughed: "I don't play anymore, I just teach you."

"I'm a fast learner," Duan Feifei said.

"That's right," Dad looked at him, "After all, my son's brain is still easy to use."

When returning to school, Duan Feifei still got off at the Longxutang station and bought some mung bean cakes for Jiang Kuo.

"It's delicious, isn't it?" the proprietress said with a smile.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

The proprietress glanced in the direction of the car: "Have you just finished your meal?"

Duan Feifei understood what she meant, and smiled: "Yes, I just finished eating, and there is an extra meal today."

"I heard from them that the food is pretty good," said the proprietress. "Visitors often come here, and they say their faces have rounded up in a few months."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"Everything will be fine." The proprietress handed him the packed mung bean cake and dragon beard candy.

The bus is still two stops away from the school, and the model group has already slipped away.

He picked up his mobile phone and sent a voice: "I'll be there soon."

Jiang Kuo called directly: "Ding Zhe has brought his car, it's at the door, you don't need to come in."

"Can't sit down?" Duan Feifei said, "Sun Ji is still bringing his wife."

"Can my little lover share a car with us?" Jiang Kuo said, "He will take a taxi by himself, and we happen to be five in one car."

"I've learned to save fuel," Duan Feifei laughed, "It's so bizarre."

"I won't cheer until I get home," Jiang Kuo said.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Feifei looked at the receding street scene outside the window. The sun was not out today, because it was a holiday, and there were few people on the street at the moment. With the trees that had fallen off their leaves, there was an inexplicable loneliness in the past.

When he heard Jiang Kuo's words "go home", he felt a sense of melancholy that he had never felt before.

He had never been in such a mood on any previous holiday.

As soon as he walked to the school gate with a bag full of food, he saw Ding Zhe's car.

Liu Fat was in the co-pilot, Jiang Kuo and Dong Kun were in the back seat.

"Come in." Duan Feifei opened the door, and Jiang Kuo was sitting beside him.

"I want to sit by the window." Jiang Kuo said.

"He got motion sickness in someone else's car." Dong Kun said.

"And this?" Duan Feifei had no choice but to squeeze in the middle, "Why didn't I know?"

"We also just learned about it." Dong Kun said.

"What's delicious?" Fatty Liu turned his head, "That's a big bag."

After the car drove out, Duan Feifei took out two boxes of dragon beard candies and a box of mung bean cakes, and several people immediately began to share and eat them. Ding Zhe yelled while driving: "Feed me one, feed me one!"

"Are you rich or not? I'll feed you!" Fatty Liu said.

"I'm Jiang Youqian and I don't need you to feed me," Ding Zhe said, "Have you washed your hands yet?"

"Get lost." Jiang Kuo said.

There was also a box of dragon beard candy and a box of mung bean cakes in the bag. Duan Feifei tied the bag and put it in the trunk.

"Have you made an appointment for two hours?" Ding Zhe asked Dong Kun.

"Well," Dong Kun said, "I feel that there are not many people, and the appointment time is chosen randomly."

"Is two hours enough?" Fatty Liu said, "Two hours is enough for optics."

"No way," Jiang Kuo said, "Are you an idiot? The time spent by the coach is usually not counted."

"That's fine." Fatty Liu nodded.

The archery hall is beautifully decorated, and the location is a bit out of the way, so there are not many people.

There is no need to wait for the arrow to go in.

Sun Ji and his girlfriend hadn't arrived yet, and they went in first. The service here was also very enthusiastic. The coaches were there to guide them on how to use the protective gear and how to pick a bow.

"Generally, we beginners are all recurve bows. You can try to draw it. If it doesn't fit, you can change it." The coach demonstrated the movement. There is a feeling of being pushed out..."

Jiang Kuo followed the demonstration honestly and drew his bow.

"This posture," the coach glanced at him, "have you played it before?"

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo closed his left eye and glanced.

"Try an arrow?" said the coach, "The target has just been changed."

Jiang Kuo walked to the arrow path, took an arrow, and stood sideways.

Nock the arrow, draw the string, push the bow.

Although I haven't played for a long time, the actions of these mechanical memories are still very familiar.

When the bow was drawn, his hand drew an arc in front of him. He heard Liu Fatty's tsk-tsk-tsk sound. After the bow was full, he turned his head slightly towards the finger pulling the string.

aim.

The arrow shot out and landed slightly to the right of the yellow inner circle in the center of the target.

Under the leadership of the coach, the people behind Jiang Kuo gave out admiration: "Fuck!"

After Duan Feifei saw the landing point, his eyes quickly returned to Jiang Kuo from the target.

Jiang Kuo's bow bow is skillful and elegant.

With an unpretentious aura.

"Come, come," Ding Zhe beckoned to the coach, and Jiang Kuo's arrow made him immediately excited, "Coach, give me some pointers."

Jiang Kuo turned his head to look at Duan Feifan, and tilted his head at him: "Teach you?"

"Okay." Duan Feifei walked over and stood in front of the arrow path.

I didn't realize how long the arrow path was when I was standing next to it before, but now that I'm standing in front of the target and looking at the target, I feel that it's quite far away.

"How many meters is this?" he asked.

"18 meters," Jiang Kuo tapped on the arm holding the bow, "draw the bow, push with the front hand, and pull with the back hand."

"Okay." Duan Feifei stood sideways and drew the bow away.

Jiang Kuo stood behind him, raised his left hand to line up with his left arm, and pointed his finger on his left hand: "Relax your ring finger..."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

Jiang Kuo's right arm came around from behind him and rested on top of his right hand holding the string: "Find the position with your index finger, and turn your head to this side when aiming..."

Jiang Kuo's voice that was almost close to his ear made Duan Feifei a little stiff.

"Turn your head to aim." Jiang Kuo gently pushed his head there with his forehead.

Duan Feifei's right hand shook violently, and the fingers hooked to the bowstring were released.

The string popped out with a bang.