San Fu

The two went downstairs, and when they left the corridor, Jiang Kuo suddenly trotted a few steps, jumped on the pile of firecracker scum that had been swept outside by the roadside, and stepped in.

"Is it sick!" Duan Feifei scolded.

"I've always wanted to do this," Jiang Kuo said, "There are piles of leaves, so I just want to jump up and step into them."

"Is it cool?" Duan Feifei asked, "If you want to leave it at my house, my old uncle will throw it on the ground for you and bury you on the spot with these things."

Jiang Kuo jumped out again from the slag of the firecrackers, with red confetti sticking to his shoes, trousers, and stamped his feet: "This pile is not big enough."

"Get in the car." Duan Feifei threw the key to him.

"Where do you go to buy wine?" Jiang Kuo stomped all the way to the side of the car. The scum on his shoes didn't come off, and finally he kicked the wheel twice before shaking it off.

"There's a tobacco and alcohol store open on the road," Duan Feifan said, "Just go there and buy."

Jiang Kuo started the car, and it felt like he hadn't driven his car for a long time. The car was full of gas, probably filled up before Duan Feifei went to pick him up.

Stepping on the accelerator and listening to the roar of the car, he felt a long-lost pleasant feeling.

There is no fork in the road ahead, it is the road leading to the community garden, he stepped on the gas pedal twice.

"This road is only more than 100 meters." Duan Feifei knew him well, "Is it enough for you to enjoy?"

"Enough," Jiang Kuo curled his lips, "50 meters is enough."

Duan Feifei smiled and sighed.

The car rushed forward, but the speed was not as high as he had imagined. After the car rushed out tens of meters, the direction of Jiang Kuo was full, the car turned 180 degrees on the spot, and turned around.

Duan Feifan knocked his head on the car window.

He covered his forehead and glanced at Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, with an apologetic and worried expression on his face, but he couldn't help laughing wildly in the end, but his mouth still maintained the original emotion: "I'm sorry...does it hurt...hahahahahahahaha I forgot to remind you...was it too hard..."

"Thank you for your concern." Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing.

"I originally," Jiang Kuo smiled on the steering wheel for a long time before turning his head to look at him, "I didn't want to laugh, but I heard a sound on the way."

"Bang!" Duan Feifei said, "That's right."

Jiang Kuo had already stopped laughing, but when he learned this, he couldn't hold back and laughed again.

"Laugh, laugh," Duan Feifei nodded, "after a while, take your wine away."

"Hey!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Are you so fickle?"

"Yeah." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Let me see," Jiang Kuo rubbed his face, finally stopped laughing, reached out and hooked Gou Duan Feifan's chin, "Is it hard?"

Duan Feifei turned his head, and there was a small patch of red above his right eyebrow.

"Damn it," Jiang Kuo felt his eyes widen, "Are they red? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Duan Feihua said, "It turns red after rubbing your hands twice. It was much heavier when you pinched my neck with the door. It's okay."

"...You remember this kind of thing quite clearly." Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't mean it."

"Of course you didn't do it on purpose," Duan Feifei said. "If you had done it on purpose, how many fights would we have had by now?"

Jiang Kuo leaned back in the chair with a smile, and let out a sigh of relief: "These are all fate, handsome."

"That's not it." Duan Feifei stretched out his hand and flicked him lightly on the face, "Driving, Duan Ling will arrive first later, so he will have to call and swear."

"Go." Jiang Kuo patted the steering wheel.

Jiang Kuo didn't like the alcohol in the tobacconist, so Duan Feifei chose two bottles according to his uncle's preference.

"It's less than 500 yuan," Jiang Kuo looked at the wine, "Is it okay?"

"Are you not giving people things too much?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Whom do I send it to, and occasionally a few friends give something."

"This wine is pretty good. We usually only drink dozens of wines." Duan Feifei said.

"Well," Jiang Kuo looked at the wine, "Does my aunt drink too?"

"Both of them can drink quite well, and Duan Ling is also good." Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "It's just me."

Jiang Kuo laughed again, for some reason, he hooked up the point where he didn't finish laughing when he knocked his head before, and finally finished laughing when he got back in the car.

"I'm tired of laughing." He sighed, turned to look at Duan Feifan, "Xiao Duan."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei also turned his head.

"Quick kiss," Jiang Kuo said, "In five minutes, there will be no two-person world."

Duan Feifei leaned over with a smile, and pressed his lips against his. His hand quickly moved towards Duan Feifan.

"Be honest," Duan Feifei grabbed his hand, "On the street, eight out of ten people walking here and there belong to our market."

"You can't do it!" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"That's what you said," Duan Feifei looked at him, and suddenly opened the car door with his hand, then stepped his legs out, and yelled towards the outside, "Everyone, please comment—"

"Fuck!" Jiang Kuo pounced on him and pulled him back, "I was wrong, I was wrong... I forgot that you are late in society..."

"I'm reasonable." Duan Feifei said.

"Bring back your legs!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

"Okay." Duan Feifei retracted his legs and closed the car door.

"Go!" Jiang Kuo shouted with a smile, and rubbed his hands vigorously on his legs.

The market is quite deserted. More than half of the shops are still closed today on the second day of junior high school. Only those whose bosses like Niusandao are locals, don’t have to go back to their hometown, and live in the market will open, but there are few goods. .

"If the market is demolished," Jiang Kuo asked, "Is there still a place for the old uncle to live?"

"They have a small house," Duan Feifei said, "It is rented out to people in the market, and it will be fine to take it back."

"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I live on campus." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Have you been living there?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"They will definitely save me a room," Duan Feifei sighed softly, "but I still plan to find a way by myself, the house is two-bedroom, they have one room, Duan Ling has one room, Duan Ling will move now by himself. If she goes out, then she should keep her own room, isn't she going home?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"The hut where I live in Niu Sandao used to belong to Duan Ling," Duan Feifan said, "I can't keep robbing her room, and besides, my dad will come out in the second half of the year, so I have to find a place to live."

"If Da Pao doesn't rent the house by then," Jiang Kuo said, "let him transfer it to you."

"That community is new, and the rent is not cheap." Duan Feifei said.

"It shouldn't be expensive. Cannon can be rented casually by one person," Jiang Kuo said, "Yang Ke used to rent it there when he was living on the streets."

"Our definitions of not expensive are different." Duan Feifei put his arms around his shoulders and retracted his arms.

"I'll ask him later to see how much it is," Jiang Kuo said.

"En." Duan Feifei smiled.

As soon as he walked to Niusandao's gate, he saw Duan Ling coming out, holding his mobile phone and about to dial.

"Did you see that?" Duan Feifei said, "One minute later, you will receive her curse call."

"You two climbed so fast." Duan Ling turned around and saw them, and shouted.

"Sister Ling, Happy New Year." Jiang Kuo said.

"Happy Chinese New Year," Duan Ling smiled, "Why have you lost weight during the Chinese New Year?"

"Have you lost weight?" Jiang Kuo turned to look at Duan Feifan, "I lost weight?"

"...I didn't see it." Duan Feifei said.

"I haven't seen him for a long time," Duan Ling looked at Jiang Kuo, "He's really thin, but his handsomeness hasn't changed."

"Have you arrived yet!" the old aunt shouted inside.

"It's here!" Duan Feifei also shouted.

"It's time to come in!" The old man walked out.

"Happy New Year, uncle," Jiang Kuo walked in, "Happy New Year, old aunt!"

"Happy Chinese New Year." The old aunt turned her face and saw the wine in his hand, and immediately gave Duan Feifan a stare. "Let someone buy it!"

"I didn't." Duan Feifei said.

"This is what my dad likes to drink," Duan Ling followed in and yelled, "Duan Feifei must have given the young master some advice!"

"He really didn't..." Jiang Kuo finished half of his words.

Uncles, aunts, Duan Ling, and Duan Feifan, several of them spoke at the same time, and Jiang Kuo instantly felt that he was back in Duan Feifan's coat pocket, watching his home's New Year's live broadcast.

"Don't be so polite in the future, you know," the old uncle came over and patted him on the shoulder, "You are all extraordinary classmates and friends, you are all children, come as soon as you come, just come, you don't need to pay attention to anything else, you know!"

"Understood." Jiang Kuo nodded, "It's mainly for Chinese New Year, usually I also..."

"Just bring some delicious food made by your family during the Chinese New Year," said the old aunt. "Look, that boy Ding Zhe is coming to play tomorrow. He said he would bring a roast chicken, which his mother made. Jiang Kuo, you will also come tomorrow." Come on, I'm here alone for Chinese New Year, and I have nothing to eat, so come and eat."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo smiled.

"Did Zhe's mother cook Ding Zhe's chicken or bought it?" Duan Ling said, "He was cheated by his mother once last year."

Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing: "That's really possible."

"Can this be tricked too?" Jiang Kuo was very interested.

"My mother thought that he didn't take the roast chicken he made seriously," Duan Feifei said. "As a result, he didn't eat the chicken he bought, and brought it out for others to taste."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Then I can eat the beef with three knives in sauce."

"Have you ever eaten from other restaurants?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I've eaten it," Jiang Kuo said, "Auntie Liu bought some and ate it as soon as I ate it. My dad said that it tastes roughly the same, but the Niu San Dao is more chewy and has a few more flavors. Is there a secret recipe?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I think the one that Aunt Liu bought won't do it..."

"Is there really no secret recipe?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Really," Duan Feihua said, "I know the ingredients I put in. I put the old aunt in the pot after dividing them up. The ratio is different for each family."

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, thought about it, and then whispered: "In the future, I will say that there is a secret recipe, and the ratio is the secret recipe. Niu Sandao's secret beef sauce."

Duan Feifei also whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

"Let's talk after eating." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.

There are five people in this meal, which is one less than when Jiang Kuo had the New Year's Eve dinner at home, but the level of turmoil surpassed that of his New Year's Eve dinner.

Duan Ling is a small trumpeter, he talks a lot, and his voice is still bright. Old uncles and aunts are especially good at chatting after drinking a little wine.

On such occasions, in order to allow the guests to quickly integrate into the chat, short chats are used.

"Duan Feifei was messed up when he was a child. He would be beaten when he quarreled with his father, and he ran out naked in the market." Duan Ling said.

"I don't have it! No!" Duan Feifei shouted.

"If you don't sleep at night, you must say that you want to eliminate violence and protect the people. You sneak out with a stick and follow the market security guards to watch the night. People are too scared to look back and think that there are thieves following them!" said the old aunt.

"It proves that our security guards are really bad, and that there are real thieves that he can't catch..." Duan Feifei said.

"Later, he even stole chicken butts chopped off by others and fed them to dogs," Duan Ling said.

"He beat up all the kids in the market, forcing them to call him Fan Ye no matter how big or small they are," said the old man. .”

"It's the rebellious period." Duan Feifei said.

"Whoever rebelled in elementary school!" Duan Ling said, "It's a bit too early to rebel, and even collecting money to send female classmates home, is this also rebellion?"

Jiang Kuo almost sprayed the wine on the ground with a sip.

Duan Feifei laughed happily.

The old aunt introduced his business to Jiang Kuo: "One time for fifty cents, two yuan for a week's package, and three for one trip. You think he is not bad."

Jiang Kuo laughed even harder. Now it is worse than when he was a child. Now he dares to charge 900 yuan for a washing machine hose.

After eating this meal, Jiang Kuo felt his face was sore.

After tidying up the dishes, Duan Feifei was washing the dishes in the kitchen, while Jiang Kuo stood by and watched.

"You were good at tossing around when you were young," he said.

"Anecdotal rumors," Duan Feifei was washing the dishes quickly, "just listen to them, you can't believe them all."

"The main thing is that it sounds like something you can do," Jiang Kuo said, "it's not blunt at all."

"The children here are almost all grown up like this," Duan Feifei said, "Just pick one out and shake it, there will be a bunch of such things."

"Very cute." Jiang Kuo said.

"Your EQ soared suddenly." Duan Feifei glanced at him.

"Really," Jiang Kuo smiled, "It's really cute. I wasn't like that when I was a child."

"It's not that wild. Da Pao said that you have done a lot like climbing trees and fishing for fish." Duan Feifei said.

"It's not the same," Jiang Kuo tilted his head and looked at his face, "My kind is to skip class and go out to vent, you are...how should I put it..."

"Fantasy Record of Vegetable Market." Duan Feifei said.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "That's how it feels."

"Whatever is right, that's what it feels like," Duan Feifei smiled, "You really haven't seen anything in the world about this."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded again.

Duan Feifei turned off the tap, dried the dishcloth, and turned to look at him: "How much did you drink, Uncle Kuo?"

"Just two glasses." Jiang Kuo said, "Let's go to the market for a walk to sober up."

"Okay." Duan Feifei said.

When going out, Duan Ling shouted in the room: "You two are crazy, why are you shopping with the door closed! It's not cold!"

"I'll be back when it gets cold in a while." Jiang Kuo also shouted.

"Is it cold?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's not cold," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, Duan Feifei wore the dark green scarf around his neck, "You can give me a scarf too."

"...You're embarrassing me," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'm going to the mall tomorrow."

"Is there no market?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Isn't the row outside facing the street a clothing store? How many are always open?"

Duan Feifei looked at him: "Do you know how much the clothes cost there?"

"Why," Jiang Kuo also looked at him, "Are you afraid you won't be able to afford it?"

"You drank too much," Duan Feifei put his arm around him, "Okay, go and see which one is open."

After walking a few steps forward with their arms around each other, the two of them started to bump into each other.

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "It's all related, there is still no tacit understanding at all."

Duan Feifei jumped up with a smile and adjusted his pace.

Several small shops in the row facing the street are open. After all, facing the street, there is still a possibility of business.

Three of them were clothing stores, and one or two racks hung scarves.

But Jiang Kuo couldn't find a color he liked.

"Isn't there a store that sells wool?" Jiang Kuo said, "It's like the one I bought you a scarf that day."

"It has to be that kind of thing," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Let's go a little further, there is a woolen seller, but I don't know if the door is open, and his old lady can knit sweaters for people."

"Go." Jiang Kuo waved his arm.

The store was open, halfway open, the old lady was not there, only an older sister was there, she was the old lady's daughter-in-law.

Because this store does not face the street, when seeing the two of them squeeze in through the half-open store door, the elder sister's expression was surprised with a hint of horror for a moment.

"Grandma isn't here?" Duan Feifan asked.

"At home," the eldest sister stared at him, "you are...that..."

"Niu Sandao." Duan Feifei smiled.

"That's right, I bought beef at your house," the eldest sister smiled, "Why do you come here?"

"Look at the scarf." Duan Feifei said.

"Choose, these are all," the eldest sister pointed to the scarves hanging on the wall, "the ones on the right are machine-woven, and the ones on the left are handmade. The handmade ones are a bit more expensive."

"You choose." Duan Feifei touched Jiang Kuo.

There are quite a lot of styles of these scarves. Jiang Kuo looked at the handmade one. He didn't have any special requirements. When he saw the dark green one, he took it down. This one looks more like a couple's style... He glanced at Duan Feifan's , well, it’s actually not very similar, even the color is not the same kind of dark green.

But it doesn't matter, just in one color system.

He looked at the scarf, it was very thick, with twisted flowers woven on it.

"That's it." Jiang Kuo said.

"Sister, how much is this?" Duan Feifei asked the elder sister.

"This one," the elder sister came over and touched the scarf, "It usually costs two hundred..."

"What about the acquaintance's price?" Duan Feifei said.

The eldest sister smiled: "One hundred and eight, it's handmade."

"One hundred and fifty." Duan Feifei said, "I only want the handmade ones."

"Take one hundred and six!" said the elder sister, "This is real cashmere yarn, very warm, thick and light..."

"Okay," Duan Feifei nodded, "Sister, wrap it up for me, I'll give it away."

"Okay!" The eldest sister took a piece of kraft paper printed with small flowers, rolled up the scarf, and tied a bow with a piece of pink wool in the middle.

Duan Feifei took the scarf, and after the two left the store, he brought Jiang Kuo back to the market through the side door, then found a shelter from the wind in the vegetable and fruit area, and handed the wrapped scarf to Jiang Kuo: " Come, send it to you."

Jiang Kuo took it very happily: "This packaging is quite stylish."

"Then many of our shops here have a style," Duan Feifei said, "The butchers are also wrapped in kraft paper and tied with a straw rope, but they are not tied with a bow."

"Get out." Jiang Kuo smiled.

"Will you put it on?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded, unpacked, wrapped the scarf around his neck, and couldn't help feeling, "It's only 160 yuan...the one I gave you is more than 500 yuan."

"No," Duan Feifei smiled, "What do you mean, do I want to go back and buy you 300 yuan wool?"

Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time: "I just lament that it is very cheap and it is still handmade."

"After all, this is a market, not a tourist area." Duan Feifei said, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Jiang Kuo rubbed the scarf on his face, "comfortable."

"Where do we go again?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Just near the market," Jiang Kuo said, "Let's feel the atmosphere."

"There's nothing to feel about it, and there's no one around now," Duan Feifei said, "I usually feel it strongly."

"It's your row that mainly sells beef, right?" Jiang Kuo said, "How many shops are there?"

"If you don't count stalls, there are four or five shops," Duan Feifei said. "There are more pork, but not many people sell beef. What's wrong?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"Is it related to Niu Sandao's secret beef sauce?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "Do you want to try an online store first?"

Duan Feifei was stunned, and looked at him: "Now?"

"Not now," Jiang Kuo said, "I mean we can start with this one first, it's easier than telling the old man to open a branch, and we don't need a venue for the time being..."

"Did you tell Yang Ke about this before?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo stopped, "Did he tell you?"

"When we met in the morning, he made a point," Duan Feifan said, "I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't know if he was talking to himself, so I didn't ask much."

Jiang Kuo looked at him and was silent for a while: "Are you...unhappy?"

"No, how could it be," Duan Feifei said, "I'm just..."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo frowned, "I should discuss it with you first, mainly because it happened that Yang Ke was looking for me, so I will..."

Duan Feifei put his arms around him and patted him on the back: "No no no no no no, I'm not unhappy, I just didn't expect it, I'm not unhappy."