San Fu

"What's wrong?" Li Zirui looked at Jiang Kuo.

"No, my dad... come and play." Hearing that his mother hung up the phone, Jiang Kuo quickly clicked on the chat box of Da Pao.

-you the fuck know that?

-what do you know

- Boss Jiang is here

-I have no idea!really do not know!He asked about your situation two days ago, and I said that classes have started

- you better not really know , how about ben ben

-...very good, bit me a slipper, but I didn't find the scum, it might have eaten it

Jiang Kuo put the phone in his pocket and sighed.

"What?" Duan Feifan also asked.

"My dad," Jiang Kuo lowered his voice, "has already set off, he wants to come and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with me."

"Ah?" Duan Feifei was stunned, "Is it so grand?"

"Who knows," Jiang Kuo frowned, "I don't know if he thinks I'm going to die here, or if he wants to come and take me back."

"What if I miss you?" Duan Feifei said.

It's not impossible, Jiang Kuo sighed again, although the possibility is very small.

He has never lived in school, and he applied for a day study in high school. He is unwilling to live in school. Mr. Jiang's driver picks him up every day. It is the first time he has been away from home for such a long time.

But for someone as determined as Mr. Jiang, who declared that he would break his legs at any time, it was indeed unexpected to come to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"You said that if I ask for leave now to go home," Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei, "Can you approve it?"

"Not at all," Duan Feifei said, "Dad."

"We hadn't spoken to each other for two months when I ran out," Jiang Kuo said, "Just because he couldn't get into this school, anyway, he was very angry."

"Why didn't you come here?" Duan Feifei asked.

"He thinks I'm just looking for a reason to mess around." Jiang Kuo raised his arms and stretched.

"I feel like he's right." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, but smiled.

But according to my mother, my father has already set off. No matter what kind of transportation, he should arrive the next day at the latest, but not only the second day, but also the third day.

Jiang Kuo was lying on the bed in 119, scratching at his cell phone. Now he wondered if his mother was lying to him.

"The dormitory inspection team is here, today is Lu Haobo," Tang Li walked into the dormitory, "Look at what hasn't been tidied up yet."

"It's all good," Li Zirui said, looking at Jiang Kuo's desk, "Just this piggy bank, I don't know if it will work, no one said it a few times before, I don't know if Lu Haobo will pick on this problem. "

"Let him choose." Jiang Kuo looked at the photos and videos of Benben sent by Da Pao.

The dog had a good life at Cannon's. The kennels, clothes, and dog food he bought had all arrived. Now Benben was dressed like a silly son of a landlord, biting a toy in the kennel and shaking his head wildly.

He sent photos and videos to Duan Feifan.

JK921: Cannon just sent

But Duan Feifan didn't reply.

When Jiang Kuo first went out to throw out the trash, he saw 107 playing cards, and he was probably having fun at the moment.

After there was no need for air-conditioning, he didn't go to 107 much. In addition, Duan Feifei often went home to eat at night. , play cards, eat supper.

Jiang Kuo is not familiar with this group of people, but if he mixes up like this every day, he really feels that he can't get in, but it's also very boring in the dormitory.

Tang Li had to study for a while every night, Li Zirui lay down on the bed to play games, Ma Xiao... Ma Xiao, he really hadn't noticed.

In short, there is no one to talk to, and there is no fun.

depressed.

Lu Haobo led the dormitory inspection team into the dormitory.

Several people in the dormitory sat down at their desks for inspection.

"It's cleaner than last time, this ground," Lu Haobo said, "so who says it can't be done?"

No one answered him.

"What is this?" Lu Haobo saw the piggy bank on Jiang Kuo's desk.

"Piggy bank." Jiang Kuo replied.

Lu Haobo was stunned for a moment, and went over to take a closer look: "Why put it here, the table is so big, it takes up half of it, how can you study?"

"I don't study." Jiang Kuo said.

Lu Haobo lost his voice.

Jiang Kuo looked up and found that he had already walked to his bedside: "Did you fold the quilt?"

"It's covered." Jiang Kuo grabbed the quilt and piled it on his stomach.

"It's best not to lie on the bed when you're checking the dormitory," said No. [-] at the back, "you have to have a minimum of respect for people."

"Brother," Jiang Kuo looked at his phone and quickly returned a message to Da Pao, "They all ran into the bedroom to look around. When it comes to respect, it’s enough for everyone to disrespect each other.”

"You..." No. [-] made him choke so that he could not speak.

Lu Haobo raised his hand, signaling number two to stop talking.

The opponent misfired, so Jiang Kuo stopped chasing and did not speak.

"Didn't you say you live in 107?" Lu Haobo asked, "Why are you sleeping here again?"

"I don't need the air conditioner anymore, so I'll be back." Jiang Kuo said.

Lu Haobo nodded, walked around the dormitory again, and led the people away.

"Why is he talking endlessly?" Li Zirui slumped on the chair, feeling helpless.

"Because Jiang Kuo has never given in," Tang Li said, "We have all given in, so we just stared at Jiang Kuo."

"Do you want to give in?" Li Zirui asked.

"Duan Feifan said that next semester will not be like this," Jiang Kuo said, "I will give in next semester."

Tang Li looked up at him and shook his head.

After the lights in the dormitory were turned off, the message from Duan Feifei came back.

The instructions are as follows: Did you buy all this stuff for the dog?

JK921: yes

Jiang Kuo plugged the phone into the charger and threw it on the corner of the bed, closing his eyes.

Now that the weather is getting cooler, he can finally appreciate the comfort of the bed in the dormitory. After all, all the bedding, including the mattress, is bought according to his habits when he was at home.

When a new day comes, there is still no news from Dad.

I slept so well yesterday, when I woke up, everyone in the dormitory had already eaten breakfast.

Duan Feifei helped Uncle Zhao carry two buckets of water, and when he was about to eat, he happened to meet: "Aren't you with Tang Li and the others?"

"I guess I've finished eating." Jiang Kuo said, "Let's go."

On the way to the cafeteria, he checked the date on his phone. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Has your father not looked for you yet?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "I now suspect that my mother is playing tricks on me."

"Would you like to call and ask?" Duan Feifei said, "What if your father really came, and he can't be embarrassed?"

"Probably not," Jiang Kuo said, "There is no news about my dad. If he really can't save his face, he will let Da Pao come to me, or let Da Pao give me some hints."

"Call your mother and ask." Duan Feifei was a little speechless, "Is it because you can't hold back your face when you ask her?"

"The young man is very careful." Jiang Kuo smiled and snapped his fingers.

Duan Feifei found out that he snapped his fingers with his index finger, so he lowered his head and tried it, and found it very awkward, let alone snapping, he couldn't even find the posture.

Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand in front of him, squeezed his index finger and thumb, and made a slow mistake: "That's it."

Then it slapped again.

"Is the ring finger okay?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Except for the little finger." Jiang Kuo rang again with his ring finger, and the sound was very loud.

"Awesome." Duan Feifei said.

He tried all the way, and he could barely make a little sound with his ring finger, but it took at least fifty people from the dormitory to the cafeteria to make a crisp sound.

"Morning classmate." Ding Zhe put the dinner plate on the table and sat across from them.

"Morning senior." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'll treat you tonight," Ding Zhe said, "Go and have a meal."

"Today?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback, "Is there any reason?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival gathering," Ding Zhe said, "Tomorrow, Fei Fei and I will go home for the holiday, so let's get together today."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

If Ding Zhe didn't talk about going home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, he wouldn't feel anything.

But now with this sentence of going home for the holidays, Jiang Kuo suddenly found himself homesick, Mr. Jiang and his wife, Jiang, and even Aunt Liu.

If Dad really didn't come, he would have to stay in the dormitory tomorrow.

The school had distributed mooncakes, and several people in the dormitory also chipped in to buy some snacks. Li Zirui's family even sent mooncakes, saying that everyone could go to the back mountain to enjoy the moon tomorrow, but he seemed unable to imagine such a scene.

At this time, the only partner he could find was Da Pao, but Da Pao was not there because he wanted to help his father bring mooncakes to the construction site for workers who hadn't returned home.

Not even Ben Ben.

"I can't let it stay at home alone, so when I come back tomorrow, I'm afraid it will eat the bed," Cannon said, "Why don't you go to the construction site with me? There is no light pollution there, and you can not only watch the moon , and the Milky Way can be seen.”

"Am I the kind of person who admires the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Then what should we do?" Da Pao said, "Call Mr. Jiang and ask if he can die?"

"I can die." Jiang Kuo said, "I, a brave young man who broke through obstacles and ran towards a new life, called on the Mid-Autumn Festival to ask my father if he would come to accompany me. Do you think Mr. Jiang and his wife would laugh at me? I'm going to Mid-Autumn Festival next year?"

Da Pao couldn't help laughing: "You are running to a new life of shit, you just find a place where no one cares about you."

"Okay, you go to the construction site," Jiang Kuo said, "Don't give Benben mooncakes, it's too sweet."

"Understood." Da Pao responded, and added, "If you really can't do it, just live with your classmates at school. The next four years will be a group life, and you have to learn to blend in. How can there be a completely satisfactory environment? Home is so comfortable for you. No and run away."

"You really haven't been in touch with Mr. Jiang these two days?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"If you insist on saying that," Cannon said, "this is the stock I had accumulated before."

No matter what happens tomorrow, tonight is still comfortable.

When it was almost time, Ding Zhe sent him a message, saying that he was already at 107.

"I'll go out for dinner." Jiang Kuo jumped off the bed.

"With 107?" Li Zirui asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"We are discussing about watching the moon tomorrow," Li Zirui said, "Aren't you going to participate?"

"I'll listen to you," Jiang Kuo said, "If you need to share the money, just tell me."

Several people did not speak.

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

There is a box of moon cakes that look good in 107.

"My mother sent it over." Fatty Liu said, "I'll share it later."

Jiang Kuo suddenly discovered that sending mooncakes at home seems to be a relatively routine operation. As the second generation of the school's well-known floating rich, his family didn't even send him a biscuit, let alone mooncakes.

At home, I don't know how many mooncakes and wines I received from my mother's various luxury brands, and I didn't give him a single bite.

What kind of ruthless rich generation is this?

The shop where Ding Zhe treats guests is on the other side of the market. It should be their regular meeting point, and several people are very familiar with each other.

"Try something that ordinary college students often eat today," Ding Zhe said, "it's actually quite delicious."

"I eat in the cafeteria every day." Jiang Kuo said.

"Then speaking of it, you are better than Duan Feifan," Sun Ji smiled, "He orders takeaway when he has nothing to do, and he eats Malatang every night."

"If you don't eat it, I won't buy it." Duan Feifei said.

"Don't win money all the time, we won't eat it." Fatty Liu said.

"Gambling?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"One yuan," Dong Kun smiled, "you can win or lose with a spicy meal in one night."

"Come over to play when you're bored at night," Ding Zhe said, "The few in your dormitory don't talk, how boring."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

When he was about to reach the school gate, Dong Kun suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the school gate: "Damn, Ding, what kind of car is that?"

"Bentley?" Sun Ji also looked ahead.

"Then it's a Brabus big G!" Ding Zhe's voice rose, "Damn it, it's so handsome! Whose car is this?"

Jiang Kuo stood at the back, looking at the gray-blue Brabus that had already entered the school gate and was driving towards them.A row of 11111 on the license plate shouted at him.

Dad is coming!

"Is this car expensive?" Dong Kun asked.

"It's much more expensive than Jiang Kuo's car." Ding Zhe said, "Whose car is this!"

"My dad's car." Jiang Kuo looked at the people in the driver's cab, even if it was a vague figure, he already recognized it, this is Mr. Jiang.

President Jiang really came.

Mr. Jiang actually went straight to the school.

Several people looked back at him in shock at the same time: "Your father's car?"

"His father came to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him." Duan Feifei said.

While speaking, the car had already driven towards them, because the road was relatively narrow, the car was almost driving slowly next to them.

Jiang Kuo slapped the cab window.

The car screeched to a stop.

The windows were lowered, and the people in the car turned their heads.

"Yo," Mr. Jiang raised his eyebrows when he saw him, "where are you?"

"Why are you going?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I'll find you." Mr. Jiang said.

"I'm going out to eat now," Jiang Kuo glanced at the people next to him, "Hurry up and go out."

Mr. Jiang frowned and said nothing.

"Hello, Uncle." Duan Feifei poked Jiang Kuo on the back, "You and Uncle can go to dinner."

"I made an appointment with them for dinner," Jiang Kuo said, "How about..."

"Together?" Mr. Jiang said.

"What?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Are these your classmates?" Boss Jiang looked behind him.

"Yes, hello uncle." Several people greeted together.

"This is Mr. Jiang...my dad," Jiang Kuo introduced, "Come here...to see me."

"Hi everyone." Mr. Jiang smiled and nodded to everyone.

"Mr. Jiang, how embarrassing." Jiang Kuo stuck his head into the car window and lowered his voice, "You, a parent, have dinner with us...tomorrow..."

"You'll be at school tomorrow," Mr. Jiang lowered his voice, "Nothing special."

"You drove this car into our school, and our school doesn't have such a car," Jiang Kuo said, "Why don't you tell me not to be special?"

"There are a lot of 911s in your school?" Mr. Jiang refused.

"Let's eat together, uncle," Dong Kun said, "It just happened to happen."

Jiang Kuo turned his head and looked at Duan Feifan in disbelief.

Duan Feifei walked over, and he leaned into Duan Feifei's ear and whispered: "Is Dong Kun crazy? Aren't you embarrassed?"

"We have a lot of people," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "As long as you and your father are not embarrassed, we will not be embarrassed."

"Go." Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and waved.

"Let's take a taxi," Sun Ji arranged, "Jiang Kuo, take the taxi with uncle..."

"I don't know the way." Jiang Kuo reminded him.

"I'll let you guys know," Ding Zhe said, "the four of us happen to be in the same car."

Jiang Kuo didn't bother to say more, and quickly got into the passenger car, just thinking that Mr. Jiang would drive the car away quickly.

Duan Feifei got into the car and leaned back on the back seat, looking quite at ease.

"Quick, turn around." Jiang Kuo said.

"Don't rush," Mr. Jiang said, "You're so frizzy."

"Uncle, turn right when you exit the school gate." Duan Feifei said from behind.

"Okay." President Jiang nodded, "What's your name?"

"Duan Feifan."

"Good name." President Jiang praised it.

"Very ordinary meaning." Jiang Kuo said.

Mr. Jiang laughed: "Yes, you have personality."

After the car turned around, Jiang Kuo stuck his head out of the window and said to Ding Zhe and the others: "Let's go there first."

"Good!" Ding Zhe waved his hand.

"Okay, now I know how to explain this to others." Mr. Jiang said, "In the past, he just kicked the accelerator and left."

"These are my classmates." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Oh." President Jiang nodded.

Jiang Kuo sighed: "You didn't tell me when you came. If you knew it, you wouldn't have a meal with them. You planned to take a stroll there. How about you? Once the car starts, everyone will have to take a taxi. I'm afraid of you It's been a long time."

"It's okay." Duan Feifei said behind, "The starting price."

"It's not about the money." Jiang Kuo turned his head and gave Duan Feifei a look.

Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.

It's quite interesting that Jiang Kuo calls his father Mr. Jiang, and it doesn't look like the relationship is really bad.

Duan Feifei looked at the silent father and son in the back seat. They really looked alike. When the window was down, he could tell that this was Jiang Kuo's father without an introduction.

But apart from their looks, there is nothing similar between the two. Jiang Kuo is casual and lazy, and President Jiang looks like a general at first glance, with an inadvertent sense of oppression in his easy-going surface.

"I went around outside," Mr. Jiang said, "Your school is quite big."

"There is a mountain." Jiang Kuo said.

"Everyone will go up to the mountains to enjoy the moon tomorrow during the Mid-Autumn Festival," Duan Feifei said.

"Just in time, your mother asked me to bring some mooncakes." Mr. Jiang turned his head to the back, "Try it together when you watch the moon."

"Thank you uncle." Duan Feifei said.

When the car arrived, it was a small restaurant, and Ding Zhe booked a box on the second floor.

Jiang Kuo didn't get out of the car with Duan Feifan, but sat in the car and waited for Mr. Jiang to park the car.

"Are you here specifically to deliver mooncakes?" He couldn't help asking.

"What?" Mr. Jiang said, "It doesn't look like it?"

"It doesn't matter whether you look like it or not," Jiang Kuo said, "That's not what you do."

Mr. Jiang laughed: "There is a project over Tianding Waterfall, which is relatively large. I'll come over to have a look and see you on the way."

"You were in the mountains two days ago?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Mr. Jiang nodded.

"Then how do you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Jiang Kuo said, "Can't you go back tomorrow?"

"You still worry about this," Mr. Jiang said, "I brought people from the project department over here, and I'll talk to them."

"Oh." Jiang Kuo said nothing.

"That's the way I see it in this school." Boss Jiang stopped the car and glanced at him. "Are you sure you want to waste four years here?"

Jiang Kuo was silent.

"These students seem to be honest." Mr. Jiang said.

Then you are mistaken, Duan Feifei is not honest.

"The students are all very good, and our tutors are also good," Jiang Kuo said, "The teacher is also very serious in class."

"Is it okay to get along with classmates?" Mr. Jiang asked.

I don't have much to say to my classmates.

"We get along very well," Jiang Kuo said.

"Dormitory or something, are you comfortable living there?" Mr. Jiang asked again, "How are the conditions?"

Not very adaptable, the conditions are not very good.

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "The air conditioner will be installed soon."

Mr. Jiang was silent for a while: "Where's the cafeteria? Are you used to eating?"

The only thing that is okay is the canteen.

"Very good," Jiang Kuo nodded. "The flavors are quite complete. I basically eat in the cafeteria all day."

It's a little surprising that Mr. Jiang's questions were things he didn't ask or pay attention to before. Although it may be because it's the first time he's been out alone for such a long time, it's somewhat strange that he asked such comprehensive questions.

"Do you still have money in your card?" Boss Jiang asked suddenly.

"I knew it! Waiting for me here," Jiang Kuo turned his head, "Why, do you still have to cut off the economy?"

"Why cut off your finances, save some money," Mr. Jiang said, "It's not my decision, it's your mother."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo was very alert, "My mother wants to cut off my finances?"

"Continuously," President Jiang said, "Your mother has inquired about it, and thinks that [-] yuan per month should be enough for you..."

"Two meals will be gone." Jiang Kuo sat up straight, "Who did she inquire about?"

"Can you eat [-] for this meal today?" Boss Jiang calculated very delicately.

"Whatever." Jiang Kuo smiled.

I feel that I should check how much money is left in the card later. He hasn't paid much attention to it. There should be a lot, and it doesn't affect him much.

"Since you have chosen this school, you should be like everyone else," Mr. Jiang said. "Let us see the running water when you go home at the end of the year. It's not that you are not allowed to use it. The main thing is that I hope you try it and don't mess around at home. After that, change to another place and continue to hang out."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

I'm a little upset, but I feel that I have no right to be upset. After all, I haven't asked my family for money after being in Jiang for almost two years.

"Beautiful." Mr. Jiang patted his arm.

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"I just asked you so many questions, just to see how you are adapting to this environment," Mr. Jiang said. "Now it looks much better than I imagined. If this is the case, try to change yourself."

"Hmm." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Your mother thinks that you will definitely use the original money," Mr. Jiang said, "I think you don't have to, so we made a bet."

"What did you bet on?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"If your mother loses, give me her cafe," President Jiang said with some seriousness, "If I lose, she wants the hotel in the new district."

"...Is your bet a little unfair?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

"Has your mother ever had anything reciprocal? You have to help your father keep the hotel." Mr. Jiang said, "Son."

"Ah—" Jiang Kuo leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.