San Fu

Dad looked a little more haggard than last time, and the bags under his eyes were more obvious.

His appearance, in Duan Feifan's place, habitually stayed ten years ago.

Although we can see each other in these years, every time there will be a feeling of "he is getting older", but maybe the time is too short, even if it is all accumulated, it is only a short moment in the past ten years.

Every time he turns around and leaves here, Duan Feifei thinks of his father in his mind, which is still the same as when he was in elementary school. No matter how many times he visits, it can't offset the long journey from childhood to adulthood.

"You don't need to comfort me," Dad looked at him, "I'm not a poor person, and I'm not in an unjust prison, so you don't have to be so careful."

"I didn't try to be cautious," Duan Feifei held his chin and looked at his father, "To be honest, Guard Luo didn't ask me to enlighten you or anything, just said meet, I thought I would have a chance to meet more Pretty good."

"I'm here now," Dad sighed, "Anxiety, do you understand? Ronaldinho and the others didn't know how to find out."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"You don't know shit," Dad said, "I read some psychology books, I go to school, you understand? You pass the exam very easily, and once your uncle comes to see me, I have to be tied to the side of the whip." Put it aside and run in."

Duan Feifei laughed: "Whips are not allowed in here, don't talk nonsense."

"But..." Dad thought for a while, "This is a bit absolute, you will be anxious, how can you not be anxious when you grow up like this."

"Isn't it?" Duan Feifei touched his face, "It's all burnt black."

Dad stared at him twice: "It's dark, what did you play to make it look like this?"

"I went skiing," Duan Feifan said, "I also took a trip to the intermediate course."

"Are you slick with your bare face?" Dad asked.

"It's not only when you're skating," Duan Feifan said, "You're barefaced when you're climbing back, and that time is much longer than when you're skating down."

Dad smiled: "Did you fall?"

"I fell," Duan Feifei nodded, "Others slid out and fell for a while, but I just stood there and slid out automatically and then fell, stretched straight."

Dad stared at him carefully for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Duan Feifei asked, "I'm handsome even when I'm black! I'm also the most handsome when I fall."

"It feels like it's only been a few days since the last time we saw each other," Dad said, "It seems like I've grown up a bit."

"That's right," Duan Feifei responded, "but still chic and suave."

"When I stayed here, the days felt like years, and it was numb. When I saw you, I felt that so many years had passed in a blink of an eye," my father sighed. "Sometimes I chat with those old people. We have never heard of the new gadgets that people wrote to and talked about, but the guy next door to me came a few years later than us, and he is so snarky, as if he has used everything.”

"It's not difficult to understand the new stuff these days. It's written clearly in big characters when you poke a few times with your fingers," Duan Feifei said. If you can understand, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

Dad smiled and sighed, but didn't speak.

Duan Feifei couldn't find anything to say for a while, and wanted to talk to him about going out to play as Jiang Kuo said, but he was not sure if his father would be happy when he heard this, or would aggravate him. Alienation from the outside world.

"Chinese New Year is coming up in a few days," Dad rarely took the initiative to find a topic, "Is the store busy?"

"It's okay," Duan Feihua said, "A few days ago, my uncle invited someone to help, and when I came back, I would send out the goods that were under pressure, and I could almost be busy."

"Have you bought new year's goods yet?" Dad asked.

"No," Duan Feifei said, "it's simple. I'll go back and pull a trailer and go around the market to buy everything, but I have to go to the grandma to get some. My aunt will carry things for her. Complaining, saying that the second and third children didn't give her anything."

"This old lady," Dad smiled, "bring her some peanut candy. The old lady and I both like to eat that. We always bought that for her during Chinese New Year."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

That peanut candy store has been closed for several years. The old man who made candy said he was going back to his hometown when he couldn't work anymore.

But this Duan Feifei didn't tell his father, and it was uncomfortable to say that in the years he didn't see, the familiar things disappeared bit by bit.

"Is the old man selling sugar still there?" Dad asked suddenly.

"Yes," Duan Feifei hurriedly said, "Why do you say that he is gone?"

Dad narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You lied to me."

"Why should I lie to you?" Duan Feifei said.

"At least the old man is not in the market," Dad said, "If he is still there, you must tell me about it, and you have found a topic."

"...fuck." Duan Feifei was quite convinced.

"After so many years, he moved away and died," Dad said, "it's not surprising."

"Don't talk nonsense! He's not dead!" Duan Feifei glared at him.

"Then it's moving, right?" Dad refused to give up and insisted on making sure.

"Yes," Duan Feifei said, "I'm tired of making candy, but I can't do it anymore when I'm old, so I'm going back to my hometown."

"Hey..." Dad sighed with a drawn out voice, "Look, just tell the truth and lie to me."

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

"Isn't it because I feel that the outside world has changed too much?" Dad said.

Duan Feifei glanced at him.

"After so many years, can there be no big changes?" Dad said, "What's the matter." "Yes, it's not a big deal." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Don't worry about this and that about me from now on, just coax me," Dad said, "How do you live, don't think about what will happen to me after I go out, what will happen to me, don't worry about me, don't worry about me, understand ? You have been fine without me for so many years, aren't you? In the future..."

"Duan Yingjie! I haven't had parents for ten years, and I haven't had a home for ten years!" Duan Feifei couldn't control his emotions, and his voice rose a little, "You just leave me and go away one by one, and now you still want me to continue to have no father, Do you continue to have no home?"

Dad froze.

"I've been waiting for so many years," Duan Feifei suppressed his voice, "Is it right to pretend that you are not there in the last sentence? This is more cruel than growing up by myself, do you understand? It doesn't matter what I lose, I just want to wait until I want Yes, my home! My father! Got it?"

Dad put down the receiver, covered his face with his hands, and didn't move for a long time.

Duan Feifei didn't speak any more, and looked at his hands silently.

Like the face, Dad's hands can also tell the age, not as good-looking as when he was young. Grandma said that his hands are very similar to Dad's, with long fingers and strong looks.

"The kind that can slap someone's stiff neck with a slap." Grandma said.

This description Duan Feifei has made me laugh when I think about it for many years, but my father's hands are no longer as good-looking as they were back then, and there are still some small cracks.

"Go back," Dad put down his hand and picked up the receiver, "I'll check the weather forecast today. If it's going to snow, go back early."

"En." Duan Feifei looked at him.

"I didn't cry," my father said, "I was just scolded by my son, and I didn't seem to be able to hold on to it."

"Who trained you..." Duan Feifei said.

"You don't need to visit me during the Chinese New Year, just make a phone call," Dad said, "You have a good Chinese New Year, and tell grandma that I am fine."

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "By the way, Duan Ling bought you two sets of thermal underwear, and I brought them here for you."

"This girl," Dad laughed, "worry more than her dad."

"Then I'm leaving," Duan Feifei said, "I'll come see you next year."

"Okay, go back." Dad waved his hand.

When we got to the bus station, it started to snow and the wind was stronger than when he came.

Duan Feifei pulled up the scarf and put on the hat.

There were no passers-by around, and he was the only one standing here at the station, looking very miserable.

He took out his mobile phone and called Brother Wen.

"Do you still remember the old man who sold peanut candy?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Remember, old man Song," Brother Wen said, "what's the matter?"

"Do you have his phone number or something?" Duan Feifei said, "I want to see if he can still make peanut candy."

"Yes, I'll look for it," Brother Wen clicked the mouse on the other end, "You can really imagine that old man Song made peanut candy for you even after walking hard. If you want to eat peanut candy, isn't there another one in Beikou?" what?"

"I want to buy some for my dad." Duan Feifei said.

Brother Wen suddenly lost his voice, and after a while, he heard the click of the mouse again: "A piece of filial piety."

"Why does it sound like a curse?" Duan Feifei said.

"I am so moved to praise you!" Brother Wen said, "Will I scold you for turning a corner!"

Duan Feifei smiled: "Thank you brother."

"Come on, I found it," Brother Wen said, "I'll send it to you."

The whole sun room was filled with the scent of Jiang Liao's brewed flower and fruit tea. My mother took a piece of cloth and compared it to Ben Ben's body.

"Aren't you?" Jiang Kuo looked at her, "Is this how you make clothes?"

"Three-dimensional tailoring, you know nothing." After drawing some circles and lines on the cloth, my mother took the scissors and started cutting.

"Drink?" Jiang Liao poured himself flower and fruit tea, and looked at Jiang Kuo's cup.

"Don't drink this kind of tea that is at the bottom of the chain of contempt." Jiang Kuo said.

"You are at the bottom of the chain of contempt in this family." Jiang Liao poured tea for him, "You also pay attention to tea."

Jiang Kuo sighed and flicked his phone.

My mother has been free for the past two days, and he wants to check his account, so he plans to print out the running water to her.

"Can he really survive a month with three thousand and five?" Mom asked Jiang Le.

"He doesn't need to spend anything if he stays in school," Jiang Liao said, "He still has a part-time job."

"Are you still working part-time next semester?" Mom looked at Jiang Kuo again.

"No more," Jiang Kuo said, "I want to do something else."

"What else?" Mom asked.

"Sauce beef," Jiang Kuo glanced at her, "Do you want to vote for some?"

"Don't you have enough money yourself?" My mother lowered her head and cut the fabric, "Sure enough, three thousand and five is still more than..."

"Aunt Liu—" Jiang Kuo yelled, "Please help me get the things printed out from the printer—"

"Okay—" Aunt Liu responded.

"Let you see the results of my hard work," Jiang Kuo said, "Your cafe will be gone soon, why don't you vote for a sauced beef shop?"

"Who said my cafe is gone." Mom glanced at him.

"Didn't you two have a bet?" Jiang Kuo sat up straight, "You said I'm sure three thousand and five is not enough, you lost the cafe to Mr. Jiang, is there such a thing!"

"Yes." Mom said.Aunt Liu came over with the running water he had just printed out, and he took it, holding a stack of papers in front of his mother, shaking: "No more, your cafe is gone!"

"Boss Jiang said he would give me a coffee shop." Mom said.

Jiang Liao laughed loudly while holding a teacup beside him.

"Damn it!" Jiang Kuo was so angry that he stood up suddenly and turned around in the room, "You two really deserve to be a husband and wife, the old treacherous and slippery gangsters are working together..."

"Is Duan Feifan going to open a sauced beef shop?" Mom calmly changed the subject.

"I want to set up an online store," Jiang Kuo replied along, remembering that he hadn't finished posting, he yelled again: "Collusion!"

"Isn't he already selling it online?" Jiang Liao asked.

"He ordered some from old customers on WeChat. The quantity is not too large, and there is an off-season," Jiang Kuo sat down. "It may not be so fast to open the physical store, but the online store can be set up with a back kitchen. It’s just that there are still a lot of certificates to be processed…”

Compared with opening a branch store, it is easier and safer to set up a distribution online store first. For the old man, this online store is not independent of the current Niusandao.

"Why not at the same time? You have enough money," my mother looked at his running water, "Wow, you have made a lot of money from us these years, Jiang Xiaokuo."

"Let you see the running water, how much money do you have?" Jiang Kuo said.

"The trademark and technology belong to Duan Feifei's uncle, right?" Mom said, "Did he authorize it? How did you sign the agreement? How will you divide it?"

"Duan Feifei's father also has a share, so I don't know how to divide it specifically," Jiang Kuo said, "They follow the rules of the rivers and lakes in doing things. For the online store, they are not independent of Niu Sandao for the time being. It is better to divide it. In the future Let’s talk about the details if there are changes.”

"Is it so vague?" Mom asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "This paragraph is extraordinary."

"His father... is also in the store?" Mom said, "I haven't heard much from you."

Jiang Kuo was silent.

About Duan Feifei's father, he told Da Pao that Da Pao can hold it, and he won't tell anyone, but he has to tell his mother...Of course, his mother won't tell anyone, but he still doesn't know if he can let Jiang The total and mother know about it.

"Killer?" Mom asked, "Spy?"

"You can ask him yourself when you have a chance in the future." Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay," my mother didn't ask any more, "You can do it if you want. Anyway, I think you are going to this school to experience life, but you have to run for the diploma or something."

"Well, I'll go back to school to make these after Chinese New Year," Jiang Kuo said.Jiang Liao clicked his tongue beside him.

"Go back, I will be busy after the new year, and there is no one at home." My mother shook the cut cloth in her hands, and stood up, "Run, let's go, grandma will sew your clothes on..."

After his mother left, Jiang Kuo put down his phone, took a sip from the cup, and when Jiang Liao was pouring tea, he stretched out the cup and said, "Pour me some more."

Jiang Liao poured him tea: "Is there something wrong with you two?"

"Who are they?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You, and that three-character man hiding behind your rumored boyfriend." Jiang Liao said.

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment before he realized it. He laughed so hard that he almost couldn't hold the cup, and quickly put it on the table.

"If there's nothing wrong," Jiang Liao held the cup and tapped his fingertips on the cup, "you don't have to hide his father from mentioning it, for fear of ruining Duan Feifei's image in front of Mr. Jiang and the others. .”

"You are really free. You observe carefully every day. I didn't realize that you care so much about your brother before." Jiang Kuo said.

"You didn't fall in love before," Jiang Liao said, "Let's not talk about it myself, but I'm a little interested in gossip about this."

"This doesn't match your cool persona, Jiang Lao." Jiang Kuo reminded her.

"My character design is what I like," Jiang Liao moved his legs to the chair next to him, "Don't worry, I will keep this matter a secret."

"What are you keeping secret?" Jiang Kuo said.

"You've finished talking," Jiang Liao said, "Isn't it?"

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

"It's fine for you to make up your own mind emotionally," Jiang Liao said, "The opening of the store is financially separated, so don't break up with money in the future."

"Hey?" Jiang Kuo looked at her, "Your words are very unfavorable to brother and sister friendship, do you know that?"

"Hey, you don't care what I say," Jiang Liao said, "Just charge yourself."

In the past few days before the Chinese New Year, the delivery of Niusandao beef sauce was basically finished, and Jiang Kuo witnessed the whole process in his circle of friends.

[Instructions are as follows] We will talk about it after a year

[Instructions are as follows] Finished

[Instructions are as follows] I have done so much without it, and there is no more scolding me

【Instructions below】Last day to ship

[Instructions are as follows] Don't rush, I have beaten three couriers away

"It's been a few days since I can relax," Jiang Kuo sat on the rest chair in the racecourse, "Don't you have to sleep until noon tomorrow?"

"I'll go to the countryside early tomorrow morning." Duan Feifei said.

"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Go to our old man who used to sell peanut candy," Duan Feifei said. "He closed the shop and went home. I'll go and buy some peanut candy from him."

"What is peanut candy?" Jiang Kuo immediately became interested, "I want to eat it too."

"I'll save some for you, and taste it when you come back. That candy can be kept for a long time," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'm afraid you will have a bunch of relatives who won't recognize you before eating this candy, that's all."

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I really like sweets, but isn't peanut candy sold elsewhere? Do you want to go to the countryside to buy it?"

"My dad and grandma love that restaurant, and that day my dad asked me to buy some for my grandma for Chinese New Year," Duan Feifei sighed, "In the end, they all went back to their hometown, and my dad was very sad."

"The world is getting stranger, isn't it?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "I contacted the old man, he doesn't make candy anymore, but during Chinese New Year his family makes some for himself, if I want, I can make a few catties for me."

"Miss me?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's okay." Duan Feifei said.

"Okay," Jiang Kuo nodded, "It's done, Duan."

"Hey, hey, hey...Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang," Duan Feifei said in succession, "Think about it, think about it, think about it, think about it, I dreamed about it last night."

"What's the dream?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You." Duan Feifei said.

"What am I, you have to have a plot in your dreams, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"There is no plot," Duan Feifei said, "What kind of plot can this kind of dream have..."

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a long time before he realized: "Damn."

Duan Feifei laughed: "I'm sorry, the main thing is out of my control."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo also smiled, "You have a thick skin."

"Usually it's shameless," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, and let out a sigh of relief with a smile, "Aren't you at home today?"

"They came out with Da Pao," Jiang Kuo glanced at Da Pao who was slowly strolling on horseback, "A bunch of idlers."

"What are you playing?" Duan Feifei asked.

What to play?

See a movie?

shop?

Which sounds more natural...

His horse let out a sound from behind, Jiang Kuo turned his head sharply, and pointed his finger at it viciously.

"Riding a horse?" Duan Feifei probably heard it.

"...En." Jiang Kuo could only respond.

"We also have a racecourse here, but it's not the kind of awesome club you go to," Duan Feifei said, "Ordinary, when you come over in the next year, let's go play once."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo immediately patted his legs.

"But I have never ridden before." Duan Feifei said.

"I'll teach you," Jiang Kuo said, "Generally ten lessons are sold at a minimum, so let's count it as nine thousand. I'll give you a discount. A single trial lesson is 1000 yuan."

"The money in the piggy bank should not be given to you." Duan Feifei said.

"Didn't expect it!" Jiang Kuo was very happy, "Duan Feifan! I never thought that you would have today!"

"Then who would have thought of it," Duan Feifei said, "I can't even dream of it."