San Fu

"What? Where are you going?" Ding Zhe asked, regardless of what was going on, he first groped under the desk, and found a broken chain that locked the knife, less than a foot away. long.

He wrapped the chain around his hands and followed Duan Feifei out.

"Where can I find it?" Jiang Kuo looked under the desk as soon as he saw the posture.

But it wasn't a weapon arsenal. After being touched by Duan Feifan and Ding Zhe, there were only a few folded rags, two knives on chains, and a box of change left.

He had to follow with his bare hands.

"Where was it stolen?" Duan Feifei glanced at him, "Did you see anyone?"

"The shop where you bought the soy sauce," Jiang Kuo said, "The boss told me not to chase after the blue clothes. He said they had a gang. He wanted to remind me, but I didn't understand."

"That's it," Duan Feifei tilted his head and walked towards the live poultry section of the market, "It's those people."

Jiang Kuo had never been stolen before, and it was the first time he had his mobile phone stolen on the top of the mountain and cut his leg with a knife during the New Year's Eve last time. This kind of mobile phone being stolen in a busy market was something he had never considered.

"Aren't you calling the police?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"They're all children," Ding Zhe said. "It's useless to call the police and arrest them. They'll be released after education. The police can't do anything about it. Otherwise, why doesn't the boss dare to remind you directly, and harass you every day, I can't stand it. "

"Call the police and wait for the police to come," Duan Feifan said. "I don't know where the mobile phone has been transferred. The first thing they get is to turn off the phone, remove the card and sell the stolen goods."

"Do you know those thieves? How do you get your phone back?" Jiang Kuo looked at the things in his and Ding Zhe's hands.

"Hit until they hand it over!" Ding Zhe gritted his teeth.

Duan Feifei glanced at Ding Zhe: "Don't yell and kill like you are capable."

Ding Zhe cut a cry.

In fact, if it wasn't for the photos and videos in the phone, the phone would be lost if it was lost. Anyway, the broken part was always an eyesore, so it's normal to change the phone.

But those photos and videos belong to him and Duan Feifan, and there are many other interesting scenes that he recorded after he came here to go to school, eating barbecue at a food stall together, eating Malatang in a small shop, and even He has videos of the scenes of queuing up to buy food in the school cafeteria.

These are the records of his new life, and in a sense even the whole process of his relationship.

Although he never thought that he would deal with thieves, or in this way...to come to the door, but he really wanted to get his phone back.

The market is very big. Duan Feifei took him around before, but they were mostly in the two or three districts of Niusandao. He only now knows that after passing through the live poultry district, there is a large aquatic product district, and there are some shops selling Around the market, all kinds of baskets, bags, ropes, knives and iron chains...

On the side of the market, it has a completely different structure from the side of the street. There are no pavements along the street, and there is no gate, but a wasteland can be seen directly.

It can't be said to be a wasteland, but more like a construction site that has stopped working. There are many parked cars, large and small trucks, tricycles, and many small sheds. There are several sheds for collecting waste.

"I used to come here to play when I was young," Duan Feifei said, "It was more chaotic then, like an adventure."

Jiang Kuo didn't know what to say. He saw a few children playing wildly on the pile of bricks next to them. Their clothes were covered in dirt and dust, and their faces and hands were red from the cold.

"Is that so?" Ding Zhe asked for Jiang Kuo.

"It's not that miserable," Duan Feihua said, "These kids are from the scrap yard, and no one cares about them at all."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and suddenly understood why Duan Feifan was so unwilling to let himself touch his life. Apart from the complicated and trivial daily life of Niu Sandao, it was probably because he was so deep that he might touch him. side.

Duan Feifei turned into behind several sheds that had been erected, in an alleyway between half-stacked brick walls and old houses, and at the end was still a small house for recycling.

"Fuck," Ding Zhe stepped on a brick and slipped, "I've never been to this place before."

"It used to be the site of the village." Duan Feifei walked towards the small house in front of him.

Someone suddenly jumped in from the side wall.

He's a thin, half-grown boy. Judging by his height, he was estimated to be in primary school, but by looking at his face, he found that he could be a little bigger.

After the thin boy climbed in, he turned around and saw the three of them. He didn't know if he had rich work experience. He climbed back to the brick wall almost at the same time as he turned his head, ready to climb out again.

Duan Feifei rushed over and grabbed his shoulders and threw him back to the ground.

The skinny boy was struggling to run, but the sharpening stick in Duan Feifan's hand slammed directly on his leg.

"Ah—" the thin boy shouted.

A few children of about the same age came out of the scrap yard immediately. They were as thin as the skinny children, and their heights varied from Jiang Kuo's chest to being at the same level as him.

Jiang Kuo saw the blue coat on one of the children at a glance.

But at the same time, some don't know what to do. These children look like refugees.

However, the kid obviously didn't have the same hesitation as him. Maybe it was due to the large number of people and being on his own territory. When he saw the three of them, he didn't have the slightest fear of being approached as a thief. He stepped forward to meet him, apparently to rescue the skinny boy who was held by Duan Feifan.

"Take out the mobile phone just now." Duan Feifei looked at them, his voice was obviously different from usual, with a bit of gangster air and indifference.

"What mobile phone!" said a middle-aged boy in the middle who was not too thin, "I don't know! Let him go! Otherwise, you don't want to leave!"

"If you beg me to leave, I won't leave," Duan Feifan said, "If you don't give me your phone, the shed will be dismantled for you today. If you stay here all day, I'll beat you all day."

"Where are you from?" Zhong Haier stared at Duan Feifei for a long time and asked.

"Mobile phone!" Duan Feifei suddenly roared.

The children were startled, and they all took a defensive posture. Only the middle child was calmer, just staring.

"I know!" The number two skinny boy next to the middle boy pointed at Duan Feifan, "He's the best, the nephew of Duan's third son."

"Oh, that bastard." Zhong Hai'er said.

Jiang Kuo was shocked. A small thief leader said that Duan Feifei, a hero of a university nursing school, was a gangster.

"I don't care who you are!" Zhong Hai'er roared suddenly.

Before he finished yelling the last word, he had already rushed out, and several skinny children also rushed over.

Duan Feifei moved almost at the same time as Zhonghai'er, and he threw the thin boy forward with his collar, and staggered into the person next to Zhonghai'er.

When Zhong Haier hid sideways, Duan Feifan had already rushed in front of him, and threw his hand down.

There was a bang, and the sharpened iron block that Zhong Haier was holding was smashed to the ground by the whetstone.

"Mobile phone!" Duan Feifei grabbed Zhongbaier and slapped his thigh with another stick.

Ding Zhe also rushed over without saying a word, his chain-wrapped hand hit the skinny boy who had already reached in front of him, and hit the shoulder twice.

Jiang Kuo originally wanted to pick up a brick, but someone had already arrived behind Duan Feifan, he gave up his weapon, and kicked that person, who was kicked by him and flew aside and fell to the ground.

"Bring the phone," Duan Feifei grabbed Zhongbaier and threw it to the ground, and hit Zhongbaier's leg that kicked towards him with another stick, "You pay it back!"

"Not worthy!" Duan Feifei slapped him with a stick again, followed by another stick on his other leg, "Follow me!"

"Cruel!" Duan Feifei moved very quickly, and the force with which the sharpening stick was pulled down was not too strong, but it was enough to make a person with little flesh on his body shrink back and hide on the ground.

Jiang Kuo chopped off a brick in the hands of a child who rushed to him with one palm, grabbed his arm and threw it aside, and then saw another child throwing half a brick at Ding Zhe's head After passing by, he couldn't stop it in time.

He really didn't expect such a half-grown child to be so ruthless.

Fortunately, the head was not accurate, and the brick fell to the ground half an arm's length away from Ding Zhe, but Jiang Kuo was still shocked into a cold sweat.

"I'll fuck you!" Ding Zhe was also taken aback, and kicked him.

Duan Feifei bent down and grabbed Zhonghai'er's clothes by the chest, and dragged him to the waste shed in front. Zhonghaier struggled to stand up, but Duan Feifei walked very fast, took a few steps and swung Zhonghaier. The child was thrown into the shed.

"Where are people!" Duan Feifei yelled into the shed, "Get out the phone for me."

Jiang Kuo didn't know who he was yelling at, but he immediately guarded the past with Ding Zhe, and several children surrounded them. At this time, the disparity in fighting power had been revealed, and they stopped rushing forward, but only from time to time Jumping up to kick or punch.

Jiang Kuo has already swung three out, and his hands feel a little sticky, and they are all stains on their clothes.

"Bring it!" Duan Feifei kicked the doorpost of the nearby shed, and the whole shed swayed following his kick.

"Give it to him." Someone said inside.

The voice was not high, but Jiang Kuo recognized it was a middle-aged man's voice.

Zhong Haier walked out slowly, clutching his arms, staring at Duan Feifan with dissatisfaction and anger in his eyes, and slowly handed over a mobile phone he was holding.

Duan Feifei glanced at the phone and stared at him: "Card."

Zhong Hai'er turned around slowly, and when he came out, he raised his hand and threw the little card towards Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei caught the card, and handed the phone and card back to Jiang Kuo: "Look."

Jiang Kuo took the phone, it was his own, that's right: "Yes."

"Don't fucking let me see you wandering around Niu Sandao again," Duan Feifei said in a calm voice, "When I see you hitting and talking, it's you fucking."

"What kind of a beef guy are you!" Zhong Hai'er said harshly.

"Count your father." Duan Feifei looked at him, "You give me another try."

The sound of someone kicking something in the room.

Zhongbai'er didn't speak any more, and his eyelids drooped.

"Go." Duan Feifei turned around and lightly touched Jiang Kuo with his shoulder.

Jiang Kuo and Ding Zhe also turned around together, and walked in the direction they came and went.

"Can sneak attack?" Ding Zhe asked, "Fuck, these kids are too dark!"

"Afraid of a sneak attack, you look back." Duan Feifei said.

Just as Jiang Kuo was about to look back, Ding Zhe bumped into him and lowered his voice: "Turn back and lose your momentum!"

"Being hit on the back of the head with a brick is very inspiring, isn't it!" Jiang Kuo looked back after finishing speaking.

Several children were still in place, looking over here.

"I won't come with you," Duan Feifan said, "Because a mobile phone is not worth it, children don't understand it, and their boss won't cause this trouble."

"Who's inside?" Ding Zhe asked.

"Scrap collector," Duan Feihua said, "a very simple and honest uncle, you may have seen it, he often collects cardboard boxes in the parking lot."

"Fuck." Ding Zhe was shocked.

Jiang Kuo was also shocked, and his mind was buzzing.

He had never experienced this kind of fighting scene, and he had never even imagined that a group of half-grown children dared to greet people with the iron pieces and bricks they picked up after stealing things.

Their combat effectiveness is not strong, basically they can kick one away with one kick, and one can swing one with one arm.

But this kind of fight is...disgusting.

I feel very uncomfortable.

When he returned to Niu Sandao, the first thing Jiang Kuo did was to wash his hands.

Rub it with dish soap for half a day.

"Where did you go?" the old aunt chased after her and asked.

"Take your phone." Duan Feifei replied very briefly.

"Whose phone?" The old man also came over, "Where did you get it?"

"Jiang Kuo's cell phone was touched when he bought soy sauce," Ding Zhe said, "We'll be back at the scrap yard in the back."

The old man was silent for a while without speaking.

"Have you done it yet?" The old aunt frowned, "Those people are not easy to mess with."

"He yelled twice casually," Duan Feifan said, "Old Pumpkin is in the house, so let me return the phone."

"Just take it back," the old man said, "It's better to avoid contact with that person."

"En." Duan Feifei said.

The old uncle looked at his face: "You hurt your aunt and said you fell from a bicycle?"

Jiang Kuo became nervous when he heard this.

"Well," Duan Feifei sighed, "I was walking on the sidewalk, and I slipped on the ice, and fell a bit of shit."

Ding Zhe laughed loudly.

"You..." The old man stopped in the middle of speaking, and sighed, "During the winter vacation, you said you were injured twice, and you ran to the old pumpkin again... "

The old uncle turned his head and glanced at Ding Zhe, then at Jiang Kuo: "Is there anything I need to tell my family..."

"What's the matter?" Ding Zhe waved his hands nonchalantly.

Jiang Kuo was a little embarrassed: "Today my phone is..."

"Hey, I don't blame you for this, the old uncle didn't mean that." The old uncle patted him on the arm, "No one recruited those kids, they caught them, let them go, let them go, and then caught them secretly, don't leave your mobile phone outside Put it in your pocket, put it in your inner pocket, you know?"

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Okay, okay," the old aunt drove them out, "Don't stick around here, do you want to barbecue, I'll get you an oven."

"Soy sauce..." Jiang Kuo remembered that he hadn't bought soy sauce yet.

"I just asked the next door for some, so don't worry, let's talk about it later." The old aunt said.

"I'll go buy it now," Jiang Kuo whispered to Duan Feifan, "Haven't you eaten yet?"

"Well," Duan Feifei responded, "Ding Zhe, look ahead, I'm going to buy wine!"

"Get some yellow wine," Ding Zhe shouted from the front, "Old man, how about rice wine?"

"Okay!" said the old man, "I haven't had a drink for a long time, I'll look for my wine warmer."

"Go." Duan Feifei patted Jiang Kuo lightly on the back.

After walking out of Niu Sandao, Duan Feifei didn't go directly to buy soy sauce and wine, but took Jiang Kuo out of the market and stood by the street.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo let out a sigh of relief, "it's just a little scary. The kid smashed bricks at Ding Zhe's head. If he hits Ding Zhe's head, he will faint."

"See if the photos and videos are there?" Duan Feifei said.

"It's all there, I just looked at it," Jiang Kuo said, "It should be shut down directly, and I haven't touched the inside."

"What photos and videos are so important?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I just remembered to ask now?" Jiang Kuo smiled.

"I just didn't have time to ask, but when Old Pumpkin turns to Digital Street later, I can't find my phone," Duan Feifei said.

"That's right..." Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone, clicked on the photo album, and slowly scrolled up, "It's mainly the past six months. I didn't take many photos before, so I'm not used to backing up."

"Is it just for these photos?" Duan Feifei took a closer look and laughed, "Aren't they just taking random photos every day?"

"Well, it's just daily random shooting," Jiang Kuo said, "I sometimes look through the records of my life in the past six months, almost like reading a diary."

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

"Do you keep a diary?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifei said, "Who is a serious person to keep a diary?"

Jiang Kuo was amused, and nodded after a long time: "I don't write either, mainly because there seems to be nothing to write down."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"But in fact, we forget a lot of things. Sometimes we only remember something when we see something. If there is no such thing, some things will never be remembered again," Jiang Kuo looked at him , "I used to think that if I couldn't remember it, I couldn't remember it, and it was nothing particularly important."

"I don't want to forget it now." Duan Feifei said.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm especially afraid that I won't remember some things, and there is nothing that reminds me of them. These photos and videos are just that."

Duan Feifei stretched out his arm and hugged him: "Understood."

"Have you always liked taking photos?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I feel like you took a lot when you went out to play."

"It used to be average," Duan Feifei said, "The sauced beef is ready, now it's top-notch beef, let's give it a shot."

Jiang Kuo smiled and said nothing.

"I took a lot of pictures when I went out to play," Duan Feifei said, "It's the first time I played like this."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"You're still here." Duan Feifei said.

"I have to back up all these photos at night, one on the computer and one on the cloud," Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, and backup mine too." Duan Feifei said.

"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I'm going to buy wooden squares to repair the bed." Duan Feifei said.

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo laughed.

They bought rice wine at the cigarette shop next door, and the two of them went back to the market. Jiang Kuo had a different feeling when he saw the people coming and going.

The soy sauce was still bought at the previous store. When Duan Feifan walked into the store, the boss greeted him. When he saw Jiang Kuo, he was stunned: "Fan Feifan, is this your friend?"

"En." Duan Feifei nodded, "Thank you just now."

"Hey, thank you, I don't dare to remind you too clearly, lest the kid find out," the boss looked at them, "The phone..."

"It's back." Duan Feifei said.

"That's it," the boss knocked on the counter and tutted at Jiang Kuo twice, "If anyone in this market can get it back if it is stolen, it's only Duan Laosan and Duan Feifan. If you can get it back, the second child is even more powerful, Duan Feifei will follow his father."

Jiang Kuo smiled: "Is it so awesome?"

"This kid has suddenly changed his temper these years," the boss pointed at Duan Feifei and said with a smile, "It wasn't like this before. He has been armed with knives all over his body since he was a child."

"How much!" Duan Feifei put the soy sauce in front of the boss.

"I'll see you off," the boss waved his hand, "Today is your breath."

"Then I won't be polite." Duan Feifei said.

"You're welcome," said the boss, with a suddenly sad expression on his face, "I don't know how long the demolition will take, and these old neighbors may not be able to see them in the future. .”

When walking back, Duan Feifei put his arm on Jiang Kuo's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Not all markets are like this. This market has been around for too long, and the location is relatively remote, so it's a bit chaotic."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"Don't be afraid." Duan Feifei said again.

"Fuck," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Is this comforting me?"

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about the market," Duan Feifei said, "After all, you still want to open a store, what if you are scared away?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and stretched out his arms to hug Duan Feifan's waist.