San Fu

Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei and said nothing.

Duan Feifei glanced at the parking lot: "You..."

"Now." Jiang Kuo said.

"What?" Duan Feifei turned around.

"Now," Jiang Kuo said, "Let's talk now. I don't have as much endurance as you. I can hold back for a day when I find something is wrong when I get off the car."

"Those people are still waiting for another round of skating," Duan Feifei said, "We suddenly disappeared."

"Whatever those, why don't we play if we can't find them," Jiang Kuo said, "If you're afraid they will ask me, I can help you think of an excuse..."

"I'm not afraid of them asking." Duan Feifei frowned, wanting to say something, but finally didn't speak.

He turned around and went straight to the locker room.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo followed. "Change clothes," Duan Feifei said, "now."

"No," Jiang Kuo was a little confused, "Chatting for a few words and changing clothes? Just stand there and finish talking."

Duan Feifan had already started to take off his snow suit, but stopped after hearing his words: "Do you just want to talk a few words?"

"I didn't say that." Jiang Kuo stared at him.

"You just finished." Duan Feifei continued to take off.

"Okay," Jiang Kuo also began to take off his snow suit, "Come to my house and chat, it's clean, let the restaurant deliver some food and drink to the house, and chat while eating."

Duan Feifei laughed.

Jiang Kuo's movements paused. In fact, he has been seeing Duan Feifan's smile these days, but this time, he felt the long-lost joy.

It can't be said that it's been a long time, and it hasn't been a long time since he first discovered that something was wrong with Duan Feifan, but this kind of atmosphere is like being buried in a pot of glue that is boiled on the fire and thickens. A second is too long.

Although I don't know what Duan Feifei will talk to him about.

But it doesn't matter anymore, we can talk about anything.

You have to wait until the second of the chat to know anything, even if it is something he doesn't want to hear, it is comfortable before the second of hearing it.

When he walked out of the snow suit hall, the north wind blew over his head, and Duan Feifan quickly zipped up his coat to the highest position. He didn't know that he had calmed down after exercising, and felt much colder than before.

Or maybe it's just anxiety.

Even the shoulders are a little sore.

This may really be skiing just now, novices can't relax anywhere.

It's very close to the hotel, just a short walk away.

Jiang Kuo kept silent on the way, not knowing what he was thinking.

Duan Feifei glanced at him and found that he had zipped the down jacket all the way to the hat, only his eyes were exposed.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo asked in his hat, "Hurry up and go."

Back at the hotel, when passing by the service desk in the corridor, Jiang Kuo rushed to the waiter and waved: "Grilled chicken wings, popcorn, Coke, and a bottle of sparkling wine, and deliver them to my room."

"Okay Mr. Jiang." The waiter nodded.

"Popcorn and Coke?" Duan Feifei asked, "Would you like to watch a movie?"

"It's not impossible to watch," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm mainly a little hungry."

"Just digested lunch..." Duan Feifei said.

"Isn't that also digested?" Jiang Kuo said, "That's why I'm hungry."

I have already returned to the hotel, there is no wind, and the temperature is very suitable, even a little hot, but when Duan Feifei walked to Jiang Kuo's room, he suddenly felt cold again.

Shoulders are still sore.

He tilted his head and pinched his shoulder twice.

Jiang Kuo, who was following behind, suddenly reached out and touched his shoulder.

His hands were cold, but Jiang Kuo's fingertips were warm. The tactile sensation was not so obvious because of the temperature, but it still brought a series of thrilling clearly wherever he went.

He turned his head and glanced back.

Jiang Kuo had already retracted his hand, and quickly stepped forward from him, took out his room card and opened the door.

This room is a suite, with a living room outside, a bedroom, and the yard outside the same floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sun was shining brightly at the moment, and half of the room was a bright warm gold.

Jiang Kuo closed the door.

"Is there water in the refrigerator?" Duan Feifei walked to the small refrigerator and said, "I just got a little tired from drinking coffee..."

"Duan Feifan." Jiang Kuo called him.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei responded and turned around.

Before he could see Jiang Kuo's face clearly, he rushed over.

Duan Feifei subconsciously took half a step back.

What's the matter? Is this going to be a fight first?

When he wanted to raise his arm to block it, Jiang Kuo jumped up and hugged him.

The momentum of this pounce was quite strong, Duan Feifan was already retreating, and was knocked down on the sofa behind him by the momentum.

Then the back of his head hit the armrest of the sofa, and Jiang Kuo's whole body was like a...flying cake, which threw him hard.

This weight has to be stuffed.

I don't know which part it was, but it made his stomach twitch.

"Jiang..." He only had time to call out this one word.

Jiang Kuo kissed him out of inertia.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Feifan felt what it means to change rapidly.

My stomach is broken.

Soft lips, the dizziness brought by the moment of touching.

And my lip may have been cracked.

Sharp sting.

Jiang Kuo probably also felt the pain, and quickly raised his arms.

Duan Feifei covered his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo looked at him nervously, with embarrassment caused by this improper operation in his eyes.

"No." Duan Feifei wanted to stand up, but he already felt his lips bleeding.

"Let me see?" Jiang Kuo quickly stood up.

"It's okay." Duan Feifei covered his mouth, walked two steps to the bathroom and felt the pain in the back of his head.

So he touched the back of his head again, and in just a few seconds, he could already feel a swollen lump.

"Let me see!" Jiang Kuo stopped him and pulled his hand covering his mouth.

Duan Feifan's hands were covered in blood.

They were both stunned.

"Did I bite your mouth off?" Jiang Kuo was so shocked that his voice rose.

Duan Feifei suddenly wanted to laugh, but when he grinned, it hurt a lot: "Well, it's more than that, the penetrating wound, the back of your head has been opened."

Because of the pain in his mouth, he slurred his words, which sounded scary to himself.

"Okay, stop talking," Jiang Kuo pointed to the bathroom, turned and walked to the table, ready to make a phone call, "Come on, I'll ask them to bring the medicine."

"Hey," Duan Feifan grabbed his arm, "No need."

"Is it really unnecessary?" Jiang Kuo was very confused.

"Let me take a look first." Duan Feifei turned on the faucet and glanced at himself in the mirror.

Like someone just punched him in the face.

He lowered his head and splashed water on his face for a long time, seeing that the blood color in the dripping water was already very pale, so he took out two tissues and pressed them to his mouth.

"How is it?" Jiang Kuo has been standing by the side and staring.

Duan Feifei removed the tissue and looked at it.

The blood was gone, and a very irregular cut on the lower lip was clearly visible.

It's not like being punched by someone.

It's like being bitten by a hooligan kiss.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Kuo said softly.Duan Feifei didn't speak, he lowered his head and threw the tissue into the trash can, then turned to look at Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo kept staring at his mouth, his eyebrows were almost twitched until there was only one eyebrow left.

Duan Feifei put his arms around him and patted him on the back: "It's okay."

Jiang Kuo immediately hugged him tightly, so hard that Duan Feifan could hear his breath being strangled suddenly.

"It's just that I may not be able to eat chicken wings for a while." He said.

Jiang Kuo was silent for a while, then laughed: "Then you can drink Coke."

"It has to be equipped with a straw." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo laughed again for a long time.

Then there was silence.

It took him a long time to let go of Duan Feifan, turned around and slowly returned to the living room, fell down on the sofa, and sighed heavily.

Duan Feifei walked over and completed his unfinished business.

Take a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Wanting water right after coffee, and getting it from the fridge, presumably God already knew he needed something cold soon.

He took two sips of water, put the bottle on his mouth, and looked at Jiang Kuo.

"You just..." Jiang Kuo cleared his throat, turned his head and glanced at the yard, "What do you want to talk about?"

Duan Feifei dragged a chair and sat opposite him: "I can't remember right now."

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Kuo leaned forward.

"Not at all." Duan Feifei smiled.

"That's scary." Jiang Kuo leaned back on the sofa.

"No," Duan Feifan said, "It's just... a little sudden, I didn't slow down."

"I'm sorry, I too..." Jiang Kuo pinched his eyebrows, "I don't know what's going on."

Duan Feifei didn't speak, just looked at him.

"It's okay, take your time," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "Just say what you want, don't think about what I will think, anyway, I won't think about you when I do anything."

Duan Feifei laughed.

"If I didn't look for you," he looked at Jiang Kuo, "are you still going to talk to me?"

"It's you who ignored me first, so be reasonable," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm making such a fuss just to leave you alone, to see if you can't bear it anymore and come to me."

"Then the plan is a success." Duan Feifei said.

"I don't think you can't handle it," Jiang Kuo said, "You're like a fish in water."

"Then why do you think I'm looking for you?" Duan Feifei sighed.

Jiang Kuo looked at him without speaking, and then narrowed his eyes after a while: "If you say you don't feel sore, then you feel distressed, ah, he has worked so hard."

Duan Feifei's mouth hurt and he didn't want to laugh, but he still couldn't hold back, grinning.

"Are you really not jealous?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifei didn't hide it, "I know you two can't have anything, but when you don't look at me seriously, I still feel a little... uncomfortable."

"I'm not really that good either. Lu Shi and I are pretty much the same as usual. Her personality is just familiar," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm very warm with everyone."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"At first I told Da Pao about this..." Jiang Kuo paused, took a look at his phone, probably remembered that Da Pao was still waiting to give him advice, "I really don't know how to chase people, He has many girlfriends, and he has always been the one he pursues, so I wonder if he can give me some advice."

"You..." Duan Feifei sighed softly.

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "He's still unreliable, mainly because he's not right. I'll think of another way."

"No," Duan Feifei looked at him and smiled, "Do you want to notify me of this too?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I'm afraid that if I don't tell you, you'll think I've given up."

Duan Feifei was silent for a while, put the bottle aside, dragged the chair forward a little bit, looked at Jiang Kuo: "Have you thought about what will happen in the future?"

"After what?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"If we were together," Duan Feifei said, "what would happen?"

"I never thought about it," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I'll know how it will be together."

Duan Feifei wanted to bite his lip subconsciously, but as soon as his teeth touched his lip, he almost jumped up in pain, he turned his head, and tears were about to fall.

"Isn't it?" Jiang Kuo said, "Da Pao said, you've been through a lot, and you think differently from me. It's normal not to want to be with me."

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

"I don't really understand it," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to understand it for the time being. I just want to be with you. I really can't be together in the future. I will talk about it later. I can't grasp the happiness in front of me. I don't care about the future." Will you be happy?"

Duan Feifan looked at him.

Jiang Kuo is very different, different from anyone else, and different from himself.

The deeper you go, the more different it becomes.

It was Jiang Kuo who attracted him, and it was Jiang Kuo who was afraid of him.

But there is no balance anymore.

Never have.

"I don't know how to say it... I haven't expressed this meaning to anyone," Jiang Kuo frowned, "I mean, if you think one day you will..."

"You want to be together, don't you?" Duan Feifei interrupted him.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"You don't think about things that are not in front of you, do you?" Duan Feifei asked again.

"Well," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "but you can think about it and have reservations."

"I don't have to think about it," Duan Feifei said, "No reservations."

Jiang Kuo looked at him without making a sound, and there was a tiny light in his eyes.

"I will go all out," Duan Feifei said, "I won't think about whether one day I won't be able to do it."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo said.

Before Duan Feifei could speak, Jiang Kuo's cell phone rang.

Jiang Kuo didn't even look at it, took it over and pressed the mute button, still staring at him: "What do you mean?"

"Stop chasing," Duan Feifei said, "There was no need to chase."

Jiang Kuo stared at him for a long time, then fell silent for a while at the beginning, and took a deep breath: "Did you promise me?"

"You promised me." Duan Feifei said.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo turned his head, "This is also a dispute, is there any difference?"

"Yes." Duan Feifei said.

Although Jiang Kuo's cell phone was muted, the screen was always on, which made him a little uneasy. "First answer the phone," Duan Feifei said, "It's the cannon."

"Did you see it again?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I guessed it." Duan Feifei said.

"You finish first." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

The doorbell was rang.

Jiang Kuo turned to the door impatiently: "Who!"

"The movie theater package you want." Duan Feifei stood up and went to open the door.

The waiter from before pushed a small station at the door, and when he saw his face, he was stunned: "Hello, this is the meal that Mr. Jiang just ordered."

"Come in." Duan Feifei stepped aside.

The waiter pushed the trolley in and put everything on the table. In addition to what Jiang Kuo asked for before, there was an extra plate of fruit. The waiter put the things away and asked again: "Do you need to pour the wine?"

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "Thank you."

"Call me again if you need something." The waiter pushed the cart out.

Jiang Kuo pointed to the chair in front of him.

Duan Feifei sat back.

"Continue," Jiang Kuo said, "what you were going to talk to me about today."

"My mind has always been in a mess," Duan Feifei said, "I never thought about letting you know, let alone if you would respond. For me, this matter was originally my own business."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"I don't know when it started." Duan Feifei got up and took a can of orange juice from the refrigerator again, and put it on his mouth to freeze for a while, "I don't know when you felt that you lost control."

"It's not too early," Jiang Kuo's mouth curled up more clearly, "Some things cannot be hidden."

"But I really... didn't notice you..." Duan Feifei thought for a while, "So you suddenly asked me, and I can give an affirmative answer, but when you suddenly said together, I was really caught off guard."

"Have you figured it out now?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifei said, "but I can put it aside, I want to see the original you."

"Actually, you are what I just said. What you can't do, what you can't do, you can say it first," Jiang Kuo said, "I know, I can accept it, and those things are no longer yours. It's stressful."

"I didn't." Duan Feifei looked at him.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo also looked at him.

"I'll tell you a story." Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"In the past, Duan Ling liked a man who was handsome and romantic. This man told her that I have a bad temper and many problems. I once had a woman I loved very much," Duan Feifei said slowly, "Anyway Blabla said a lot, and then said, but I like you too, if you can accept it, we will be together."

"This..." Jiang Kuo frowned.

"This kind of person should be let go." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Solve any problems, fix them if you have problems," Duan Feifei said, "If one day it really... At least give the other party a chance to scold you and hate you instead of saying a word, I told you already."

Jiang Kuo still looked at him.

The phone rang again, Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand and hung up.

"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo said, "You really..."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned the jar around and continued sticking it to his lips.

"I'll kiss you now," Jiang Kuo moved forward, "Don't hide."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

Jiang Kuo pulled his hand away, looked at his mouth, and frowned: "It's too miserable."

"Why don't you change places?" Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo kissed the tip of his nose.

After leaning back on the sofa, he couldn't help laughing.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Are you happy? Handsome." Jiang Kuo asked, "From now on, you are Uncle Kuo's man."

Duan Feifei laughed, and accidentally pulled the wound, then quickly pinched his mouth and sighed.

The phone rang for the third time.

"Go ahead," Duan Feifan said, "The cannon will call the police in a while."

Jiang Kuo picked up the phone and answered the call: "Paoer."

"Fuck you, uncle," Da Pao cursed, "Whoa! You! There is Duan Feifan!"

"In...my room." Jiang Kuo said.

"Why didn't you answer the phone!" Da Pao yelled, "I spent a long time in the parking lot and went back to see that both of you are gone!"

"What about them?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Go skiing! Do you think you two are important people!" Da Pao said, "Don't you guys still play without you! Just me! I have to go all over the mountain! I wear a snow suit to walk around! Now The fuck is going to the hotel."

"Then you..." Before Jiang Kuo could finish speaking, he heard the door being slammed.

"Open the door!" The roar of the cannon rang out from the phone and outside at the same time.

Jiang Kuo hung up the phone and looked at Duan Feifei: "Is it on? The cannon is outside."

"Go," Duan Feifei said, "what's the matter?"

"I'm afraid you... will be embarrassed." Jiang Kuo said.

"When have I ever been embarrassed?" Duan Feifei said.

"Damn, forget it." Jiang Kuo stood up with a smile, and went to open the door.

Da Pao didn't say a word, and really rushed in wearing a snow suit. When he saw Duan Feifan, he was stunned, and then bent down to stare at his mouth.

"Why are you wearing the snow suit?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I can wear my own snow suit if I want to go back to Hermes." Cannon said.

"We chatted for a while," Jiang Kuo said.

"Talking for a while?" Da Pao glanced at him, then turned to look at the bed in the back room.

"Brother Pao," Duan Feifei said, "I think too much."

"What do you two mean by this?" Da Pao asked, "It's all right, isn't it all right?"

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Have you eaten yet?" Cannon said.

"Eat something," Jiang Kuo said, "It hasn't moved yet."

"I'm really convinced," said Cannon, "I'm convinced."

"Go," Duan Feifei stood up, "let's go together."

"Your mouth, deal with it," Da Pao looked at him, "won't you get some medicine? It's a biting bite..."

Da Pao couldn't help but glance at Jiang Kuo again.

"Knocked." Jiang Kuo said, "Really."

"Put a Band-Aid on it? I think it's not a small injury," Cannon said, "What will those people say when they ask."

"They won't ask," Duan Feifei said, "They will only laugh at me, so Lu Shi might ask?"

"She won't," Da Pao waved his hand, "I feel like she also knows that when I was looking for you two, she wanted to drag me to go skating on the Blue Road."

Because Cannon's "feeling" for Duan Feifan was very accurate before, Jiang Kuo was taken aback when he heard what he said: "How could she know?"

"You ask me?" Cannon pointed at himself.

"Jiang Liao told her something." Duan Feifei said.

"...It's possible," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Shouldn't the rumored boyfriend be Dong Kun?"

"Hey." Cannon was very helpless, and leaned against the wall, "It's messy, don't worry about it, she won't ask anyway."

"So she watched the jokes of the three of us all day?" Jiang Kuo asked the point.

"Probably, fuck." After finishing speaking, Da Pao walked out the door, "You two go by yourself, I don't want to stay with you two anymore."

Watching the cannon go out, Jiang Kuo quickly turned around and hugged Duan Feifei fiercely: "Let Uncle Kuo hug again..."

A second later, the cannon turned back: "How about taking that chicken wing..."

Duan Feifan looked at him.

Jiang Kuo quickly let go.

"I'm so fucking..." Cannon turned and left again, leaving a string of cursing in the corridor.

"Let Uncle Kuo hug him again." Jiang Kuo continued to hug him tightly.

Duan Feifan put his arms around his waist, lowered his head and buried his face on his shoulder.