San Fu

The small hot pot was delicious, but I was in a hurry to eat. It took only half an hour from the time the food was served to the end of the meal. Sometimes it took them more than 20 minutes to go to the cafeteria to eat and chat.

But anyway, I got tired of being together for half an hour.

"Let me walk you back to school." Duan Feifei said.

"It's the other way around," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm going to accompany you on a walk to the hospital."

Duan Feifei didn't refuse, and they swept a bike together and rode to the hospital.

"The class for a while is still A3 of the second class." Jiang Kuo said.

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "Stay closer to the door, I guess I'm stuck."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo said.

After watching Duan Feifei enter the hospital gate, Jiang Kuo stood by the street for a while.

Then I looked at the small shop next to it. After all, it was a hospital, and there were no shops that looked comfortable and treated people around.

Finally he entered a dessert shop and ordered a bowl of glutinous rice balls.

Lunch took a lot longer than Duan Feifan's normal fast food time. He will only be in the hospital for another 10 minutes before going to school. Jiang Kuo plans to wait for him here and go back to school together later.

He originally wanted to tell Duan Feifan that he was waiting for him at the door, but he didn't say it because they both knew it very well.

Although I feel sorry for Duan Feifan who is always afraid of him being disappointed, and never wants him to be a little bit "wronged", but after being pointed out by Duan Feifan that he is actually similar, he realizes that he does not know when he will start, and he will Think a lot.

The small glutinous rice balls are quite hot and smell very good, but the tableware is a bit miserable.

A thin and soft disposable plastic bowl and a small spoon bigger than your thumb are not as good as those delivered by takeaway. It was the first time he went to barbecue with Duan Feifan and saw that the meat plate was covered with I have a similar feeling when wearing a plastic bag.

He scooped up a small glutinous rice ball and put it in his mouth. Before he could bite it down, the tingling pain from the inside of his lips and tongue made him spit it out again.

In order not to let the small glutinous rice balls that had already entered his mouth "contaminate" the whole bowl of small glutinous rice balls, Jiang Kuo, a fastidious person, tried his best to catch them with a spoon and spit the small glutinous rice balls on the spoon.

Then he covered his mouth, frowned and froze for a while, waiting for the sharp pain in his mouth to subside.

"It's burning?" The proprietress came over to look at him.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Slow down," said the proprietress as she tidied up, "It won't be so hot after 2 minutes."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

In fact, the glutinous rice balls are not hot. The glutinous rice balls are not that hot. It should be because the hot pot was eaten too quickly in the mouth.

He couldn't eat the small glutinous rice balls in the spoon, so he wrapped them in a napkin and put them in his pocket when the proprietress wasn't paying attention. He didn't eat the remaining few small glutinous rice balls until the glutinous rice balls in the bowl were not steaming. up.

He was in a hurry to eat before, and he didn't have his mind on his mouth when he walked over. Only now did he notice that there should be several places in his mouth that were burned, the most serious one was the inside of his lower lip. a blister.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

As expected, Duan Feifei was swept out of the hospital gate like the wind after more than 20 minutes. There were no shared cars nearby to sweep him, and he started running directly after he got out of the gate.

If it weren't for Jiang Kuo's sprint, the ending at this moment would be that the two of them ran to the school one after the other...

"Duan Feifan!" Jiang Kuo roared when he was still more than ten meters away, and the blisters in his mouth also roared in pain.

Duan Feifei stopped abruptly, and when he turned around and saw it was him, he ran back in shock: "I thought I heard wrong? Why are you still here?"

"I thought you would have to go to school soon, so I wanted to go together," Jiang Kuo said, "Why are you running?"

"I don't know, I want to get to school quickly." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Are you really planning to run back to school?" Jiang Kuo was speechless.

"No," Duan Feifei smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, "I want to run to the parking spot in front and grab a car."

"Let's go," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to run."

"You can climb over it." Duan Feifei said.

"...Then it won't work." Jiang Kuo said.

When they returned to school, it was a little earlier than the estimated time, and the two of them sat in the classroom and waited for a few minutes before students came in one after another.

The old uncle's head injury is not too serious, but the sprained waist is currently unable to move. Duan Feifei sat beside him and typed quickly with his head bowed. Before the old uncle could move, he needed someone to help him in the store.

Taking advantage of his focus on the phone, Jiang Kuo quickly turned his head and turned on the phone camera to face himself.

He had never eaten hot pot in such a hurry since he was a child, so it was the first time his mouth was scalded like this. Now he felt that his tongue was so painful that he couldn't even move his tongue. He pulled his lips and watched the situation in his mouth with the camera.

"What's wrong with your mouth?" Duan Feifei turned his head.

"No," Jiang Kuo smacked his lips twice, "I got it."

"No way." Duan Feifei suddenly reached out and squeezed his chin.

I don't know if it's because he grew up in the market, but Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifan's movements were so proficient that he didn't even have time to react before his mouth was pinched open by Duan Feifan.

Then Duan Feifei grabbed his lower lip and pulled it. After taking a look, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It's burning, this is it."

From pinching the chin to letting go after watching, the set of smooth movements only takes two seconds before and after.

It took Jiang Kuo a while before he said, "Damn."

"Why is it hot?" Duan Feifei asked, "Is it hot pot?"

"...Hmm." Jiang Kuo sighed.

"Eat too fast." Duan Feifei also sighed.

"When I was young, I was scalded even if I drank hot water," Jiang Kuo said.

"Come on, usually you eat and drink slowly." Duan Feifei said.

"That's right, it's too hot to eat too quickly," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Who made you have to eat this meal at noon and don't want to change the time."

"My fault." Duan Feifei frowned.

"It's not a question of whether it's right or wrong. There's no right or wrong in this kind of thing, and it can't be wrong." Jiang Kuo turned his head and looked at him, "It's just that he didn't have to do it."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"Your action just now," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "I always feel like some kind of process in your usual work...killing chickens?"

"...removing the bone," Duan Feifei reached out and pinched his chin again, and then gestured on his neck and face, "Pick it up, lower the knife, and swipe along the bone—swipe down, and then bring everything together." ..."

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Duan Feifei let go of his hand and made a gesture of hanging meat: "One hang, it's done."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo couldn't help laughing for a long time, "Crazy."

The pleasure and unhappiness brought about by this meal cannot cancel each other out. Eat together, go to the hospital and go back to school together. The pleasant process, even if it is only 1 minute or 10 minutes, is enjoyable.

But the invisible, intangible and indescribable seemingly light but real pressure that Duan Feifei bears for this enjoyment cannot be blended with this pleasure, but goes with him like a shadow.

Jiang Kuo wanted to unravel this entanglement. Duan Feifei said at the beginning that he would go all out and go all out. Looking back now, the words that shocked and moved him at the beginning seem to have disappeared. It has become a special burden for Duan.

But after all, he doesn't see it as clearly as he imagined, and he doesn't know how to untie it, and even from some angles, he will be afraid to really untie it.

But the reality didn't give them much time to think about these things. There are a few exams in April, so they have to study hard, and there are experimental classes and reports...

And after Niu Sandao reopened, the business scope of the newly hired uncle was very clear. Some other jobs that the old uncle did by hand were not within the scope, so Duan Feifan had to go back to Niu Sandao almost every day. , did the chores.

One advantage of this kind of busy and repetitive days is that it can make people quickly enter a somewhat frozen state.

Eating in class, doing homework, and sleeping, it was quite stable.

And the two of them have other things to be busy during these gaps, so it is even more stable.

Yang Ke has been waiting for the call for a long time. After Jiang Kuo arranged the preparatory work for him, within two days he sorted out the registration process of the online store, the materials that need to be prepared, and how to handle it.

"Is there any work left?" Yang Ke asked Jiang Kuo on the phone, "You haven't been back to the community for two days, do you want me to go to your school for an interview?"

"No," Jiang Kuo said hastily, "You stay here first."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Duan Feifan who was drawing Ding Zhe's homework from last year beside him: "Is there anything Niu Sandao is busy with lately?"

"Huh?" Duan Feifei raised his head, "What?"

"Isn't Duan Ling still running the show? And those chores in the store, is there anyone doing it?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Duan Feifei was stunned for two seconds, and couldn't help laughing after breaking away from the idea of ​​copying homework: "Aren't you?"

"I am." Jiang Kuo said.

"Meet you again." Yang Ke came out of the building, and stretched out his hand to Duan Feifei from a distance, "Dong Kun, once we cooperate in the future, we will have to meet more often."

"Duan Feifan." Duan Feifan shook hands with him after he came over.

"My name is Yang Ke, not Duan." Yang Ke smiled.

"My surname is Duan." Duan Feifei said, "Duan Feifan."

Yang Ke held his hand and looked at him.

"Duan Feifan." Duan Feifan pulled out his hand, "I, Duan Feifan."

Jiang Kuo suspected that Duan Feifei did it on purpose. He is a social king, and it is impossible for him to have nothing to say when facing Yang Ke except to report his name.

Jiang Kuo had every reason to suspect that he was protesting Dong Kun's occupation of Jiang Kuo's boyfriend status for a long time by using this communication method as if teaching elementary school students to memorize words.

"Isn't your name Dong Kun?" Yang Ke finally realized, "Did I remember wrongly? When we met in the cafeteria, didn't you say Dong Kun?"

"Say whatever you want," Duan Feifei said.

"Oh," Yang Ke nodded, "Then who is Dong Kun?"

"My classmate," Duan Feifei said, "I will introduce you to each other when I have a chance."

"You can help run the shop in a while," Jiang Kuo said, "The registration of the online store is very fast, and the products can only be launched when there is a store address and a cooked food processing site, so the shop has to be finalized immediately."

"I know," Yang Ke said, "After you told me yesterday, I also asked someone. There are a few suitable places, and we can run together today."

"Who are you looking for?" Jiang Kuo asked immediately.

"Xiao He," Yang Ke didn't hide anything, "What she's doing now is real estate."

Jiang Kuo remembered that Da Pao had indeed said that He Zhigan was doing real estate sales now.

"Okay," he nodded, "you can run around with Sister Ling later."

"No need," Yang Ke said, "you can run separately, it's faster."

Jiang Kuo looked at him, and said after a while: "There are two reasons for letting you follow. First, she is more aware of the specific requirements of this store. Second, you are responsible for driving to buy water and provide one-stop service."

"Okay," Yang Ke smiled, "Understood."

Duan Ling soon arrived on her small motorcycle, propped her legs to the side of the road, and looked at Yang Ke: "Just him?"

"Well," Duan Feifei introduced to her, "This is Jiang Kuo's friend, Yang Ke."

"Sister Ling." Yang Ke greeted her.

"This is my sister, Duan Ling." Duan Feifei waved at Yang Ke, "Let's go."

"Come up." Duan Ling tilted his head.

"How about..." Yang Ke hesitated, "I will drive?"

"Come up!" Duan Ling raised his voice.

Yang Ke didn't speak any more, and stepped into the back seat.

Duan Lingsai gave him a helmet, and looked at Jiang Kuo again: "Is your friend reliable? Doesn't it look very clever?"

"Sister," Yang Ke said, "I'm right here."

"When I'm looking at it for a while, I'll find faults, whether it's suitable or not. It's better to bargain if you find something you like," Duan Ling told him, "Shut up if you can't speak, and just help me when I say it. .”

"Okay." Yang Ke agreed.

Duan Ling twisted the accelerator, and the little motorcycle rushed out with a bang.

Yang Ke helped him back so that he was not thrown out of the car directly.

Jiang Kuo looked at the little motor that had gone away from Juechen: "Duan Ling wouldn't have thrown him away halfway, didn't he know?"

"Then who knows?" Duan Feifei said, "Is this your idea?"

"Then there must be someone to help run. Duan Ling takes him once, he knows what kind of store is suitable, and he can let him run in the future," Jiang Kuo said, "You don't have to think about the appearance while you are busy in the store. thing."

"It's been okay for the past two days, it's stabilized, and the old man is getting better," Duan Feifan said, "I was thinking about asking Ding Zhe to take some photos."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Then Yang Ke should go to the packaging factory next."

"Is he okay?" Duan Feifei was a little worried. After all, Yang Ke was also a second generation, and he should be similar to Jiang Kuo in many aspects. The packaging factory negotiated the price, especially for their small batch...

"It's okay to talk about a few more companies and then compare them," Jiang Kuo said. "Learn about both online and local ones, and see which one is more convenient for the actual situation."

"Okay." Duan Feifei smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You look like Mr. Jiang when you say this in a serious way." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "It's as if you have talked with Boss Jiang."

Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.

I really talked about it.

The action of the role models was still very fast. When Duan Feifei said that he wanted to take pictures, several people immediately expressed that they wanted to participate in the creative posing activity, but they only got the camera from the student union two days later.

"Someone borrowed it to shoot the behind-the-scenes of that short video," Dong Kun said, "I just got it back today."

"Short videos are shot with a mobile phone," Jiang Kuo couldn't understand, "The tidbits use a SLR to shoot..."

"Isn't it amazing." Dong Kun said, "We are more logical. We shoot the feature film with a SLR, and the extras with a mobile phone."

"Still making sideshows?" Ding Zhe asked.

"Shoot," Sun Ji said, "The history of entrepreneurship, which will become a big company in the future, will be posted on the exhibition board of Niusandao Group's entrepreneurship history."

"Fuck." Duan Feifei listened happily.

The school's short video competition has a high degree of participation. Except for all 119 members, excluding individuals participating, several dormitories next door participated in the form of dormitory groups, and they even named them groups.

119 also got a name, called "Four People".

"It's great," Duan Feifei said, "otherwise no one would know that you are human."

Jiang Kuo laughed so hard that he wanted to cough, and sighed after laughing: "I didn't participate much, I feel a little sorry, I told Tang Li that I can help with post-editing."

"Then it was handed over to Jiang," Duan Feifan said, "Do you pay her salary?"

"She doesn't want money," Jiang Kuo said, "she wants to exchange things with me."

"Is there anything else that can be exchanged?" Duan Feifei laughed, "You don't even have to buy two thousand clothes now."

"I still have car models and figurines..." Jiang Kuo said, "She will never let go of my saddle, and she can always find what she wants."

A few people took a class-free afternoon to go to Niusandao to take pictures.

Duan Feifei had already returned to the store at noon, and this group of people would not come after eating. He was going to cook some beef noodles in advance.

"I'll just come," the old aunt said, "It doesn't take too much trouble to cook some noodles, you go and pick out the beef to be photographed."

"I've already picked two pieces," Duan Feifan said, "Let's not take out the last one, I guess there will be some leftovers."

"Okay." The old aunt nodded.

Duan Feifei sat aside and turned on the phone.

On the phone is a sticky note with a lot of numbers written on it, and he is thinking about calculating the money.

The money he had saved, plus what his uncle gave him, was [-], which seemed a lot, but the actual expenses were estimated to be quite a bit short.

If Jiang Kuo pays [-], and he finds some more to add up to [-], it should almost start to work.

Looking at these numbers on the note, he felt a little sweaty in his palm.

Jiang Kuo came here with the role models, and when he entered the door, he heard Duan Feifei answering the phone.

"Isn't that great?" Duan Feifei waved at him while laughing.

Jiang Kuo walked over, Duan Feifan pressed the speakerphone, and Duan Ling's voice came from over there. Today is the second time she and Yang Ke went to visit the facade.

"He was so confident, I don't know if he thought that some inspection team of his came to inspect," Duan Ling said, "I answered the phone, and when I looked back, the agency's face turned green, and I don't know if it was shock or anger. "

Jiang Kuo laughed.

"Can we talk about that?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yes, why not, the agency might be afraid that we won't talk to him about him tomorrow. He will bring a red armband to someone's agency to make trouble." Duan Ling said, "Let him run away next time, I don't think he needs me."

"Okay." Duan Feifei smiled and hung up the phone, "I can't tell, Yang Ke can still do things."

"The brain is still easy to use," Jiang Kuo said, "Maybe Sister He will give him some advice. After all, he has been in business for more than ten years."

"That's pretty good too," Duan Feifei breathed a sigh of relief, "When the facade is confirmed, a stone falls down."

The old aunt cooked the noodles, and a few people took the bowls and prepared to go to the front room to eat, and by the way, the old uncle had a rest.

As soon as Jiang Kuo passed by, he saw several people standing at the door, and a man was talking to the old man: "Our shooting is going to participate in a competition. If possible, we would like to take some shots at the door of your store. have no idea……"

"No!" Duan Feifei yelled after Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo was not frightened this time, because his blood had rushed to his head at this moment, and he was excited and wanted to roar.

"I disagree!" Dong Kun also roared.

"Hurry up," Duan Feifei walked over, looking at Lu Haobo and his so-called filming team standing at the back outside the door, "Don't affect my business, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for your few bones if I sell less. "