San Fu

Ding Zhe's parents who wanted to treat him didn't recognize it. On the commercial street at the other end of the market, it was not close to the school, and it took 10 minutes to walk.

Neither Ding Zhe nor Duan Feifan wanted to take a taxi, they walked through the market very freely, from the north gate to the south gate.

Before this, it was absolutely impossible for Jiang Kuo to agree. Except when he was willing to walk or run when exercising, he couldn't bear it at any other time.

But today I don’t know it’s because of his two-day working life, his legs have accepted his new way of life, and Jiang Kuo feels that he has gradually gotten used to walking upright.

After leaving the north gate of the market, he walked another half a street, and when he reached the point where his parents didn't recognize him, he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

This is a newly opened duck foot pot, because it is still in the discount period, there are many people, Ding Zhe called to book a table at noon when people were still outside.

"I can't stand it when I go out," Ding Zhe said, "Didn't my parents join the car friends group, and they usually drive out together, but this time they said they would take me with them, and I felt very happy, but in the end... ..."

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei said, "Unhappy?"

"The group of car friends added by parents can always go out to play together," Jiang Kuo laughed, "Most of them are other people's parents."

"Jiang is rich and powerful," Ding Zhe pointed at him, and then patted his leg again, "After driving for a long time, I merged with several cars. I saw it, huh!"

Duan Feifei smiled: "Are there no children in those cars?"

"Maybe only my son who is so stupid followed," Ding Zhe said, "It was all old couples, and there was a car with a 60-year-old uncle and an 89-year-old grandma... Grandma is really strong."

Jiang Kuo laughed out loud.

"I lasted for a whole day, but I couldn't hold it any longer. When I got to the place and said I would take a break and have a meal, all the work would be mine," Ding Zhe said, "Young man! Go, look for firewood! Young man! Go, fight Come to Tongshanquan! Young man! Young man! Young man just took the bus and ran away today."

"Damn," Duan Feifei smiled and picked up the teacup, "To you guys."

"Respect, young man." Jiang Kuo also picked up the cup.

"If I had known this, we should have gone to your house," Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo, "and drove your father's Brabus."

"You can go on vacation again." Jiang Kuo said.

"Winter vacation?" Ding Zhe turned to look at Duan Feifei again, "Do you have time for winter vacation?"

"There should be." Duan Feifei thought for a while. "Do you want to help in the store?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "But I still have time to go out and play for a few days."

"It's almost within a week," Ding Zhe said. "You're just too self-conscious. Your uncle didn't tell you to work in the store. He kept telling you to go out, but you didn't go."

"When I go out to play, they have to call Duan Ling back to help." Duan Feifei said, "Duan Ling has just been promoted to a junior official, and he is very busy."

"Then if you didn't live in the store, if your dad didn't go..." Ding Zhe stopped.

"He knows." Duan Feifei said.

"If your father hadn't gone in," Ding Zhe said, "you wouldn't be in the store either. They either hired someone or called Duan Ling, isn't it the same?"

"Your logic," Duan Feifei sighed, "If I hadn't been in the store, my uncle wouldn't have provided me with food, clothing, and school for so many years."

Ding Zhe thought for a while: "Is that so?"

"A week is about the same," Jiang Kuo said, "Arrange the time, two days back and forth, five days in between, enough for fun."

"Then let's make a reservation first." Ding Zhe said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded, inexplicably looking forward to it, but after thinking about it for several months, he felt a little disappointed.

When the parents came out after eating, it was raining outside.

The biggest burst has passed, and now it is light rain.

But I feel that the temperature has not dropped by one or two degrees, at least five degrees or more.

"Fuck," Ding Zhe shrank his neck, "it's a bit cold!"

Although it's not hot these days, the temperature is about the same as wearing long sleeves. After the rain today, Jiang Kuo feels like a down jacket.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he didn't have a winter coat.

Not to mention winter clothes, he didn't even have two autumn clothes. He didn't bring anything from home, and all he bought in the mall after school was shorts and short-sleeved T-shirts.

At that time, he was so hot that he just wanted to buy an air conditioner to hang on his body. He didn't think about it at all. Anyway, according to his past experience, he just bought it when it was cold.

No one thought that after a month, he would become a person with only 500 yuan a month.

"What should I do?" Jiang Kuo said, "I don't have winter clothes."

"Let me send it home." Duan Feifan and Ding Zhe said at the same time.

"...Oh." Jiang Kuo came back to his senses, yes, he still has such a fucking operation, let the family send it, "What about now? I don't have thick clothes in my dormitory."

"Borrow." Ding Zhe said, "You don't want to buy it, do you?"

"... Oh." Jiang Kuo nodded, and he could still borrow it.

He turned to look at Duan Feifan.

"By the way," Ding Zhe patted him on the shoulder, "Just look for him. When you pass by Niu Sandao, go in and get two clothes, and send them to you at home."

"Did you bring your clothes?" Duan Feifei asked.

"No." Ding Zhe smiled, "This was originally my plan. I will go back to get my clothes in two days. My mother is not at home, so I can't find where my clothes are."

Jiang Kuo bowed his head and sent Jiang Liao a message asking when they would be going home.

Jiang Liao called directly: "What's the matter? I won't be back until two days later."

"The temperature here suddenly dropped," Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't bring any clothes."

"You go to M..." Jiang Liao stopped in the middle of speaking, "I want to send it to you, right? If you don't let Aunt Liu into your house, you can send it for me when I go back. There will be a fee."

"I only have fifteen thousand a month now," Jiang Kuo said, "You still charge me? Are you still driving my motorcycle?"

"I'm sorry, I haven't moved it for so long, I got it and repaired it for three days," Jiang Liao said, "Give me the balance bike and your bunch of game consoles."

"I'll send you a list of clothes later," Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay." Jiang Liao readily agreed, paused and then lowered his voice, "The two of them feel distressed, but after discussing it, they still say that they won't give more money."

"No need to add," Jiang Kuo's tone suddenly gained momentum, "It's enough."

"You can ask me to borrow it if you don't want to lose face," Jiang Liao said, "I'll give you a little interest."

"You're thinking about farting," Jiang Kuo said.

Jiang Liao smiled and hung up the phone.

"Does your sister want to lend you money?" Duan Feifei asked.

"There's no need for her to borrow it," Jiang Kuo said.

"Your family didn't cut off her finances, did they?" Ding Zhe asked.

Although Jiang Kuo didn't want to admit it, but Jiang Liao was really good, he sighed: "She hasn't asked her family for money for a long time, she earns and spends herself."

"Fuck," Ding Zhe said, "Aren't you two twins? Why are you so different."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "We are fraternal twins."

Duan Feifei couldn't hold back his joy: "You are justified."

Niu Sandao has closed the door to rest, and the old uncle and his wife are watching TV on the second floor.

Seeing the three of them coming in covered in rain, the old aunt immediately jumped up, took a towel and came out to wipe their heads.

When they arrived at Duan Feifan's hut on the third floor, the old aunt brought out another pot of ginger and brown sugar water.

"Just now I just cooked it for your uncle. You are afraid of catching a cold, so you drink it immediately," the old aunt said, "Don't wait for it to cool down, drink it right away."

"Okay." Duan Feifei took the cup and poured a cup each.

Ding Zhe used Duan Feifei's cup, and Duan Feifei drank directly from the pot, while Jiang Kuo's cup was Duan Feifan's newly opened mug from a box.

He sighed inwardly.

In fact, it doesn't need to be so particular.

Duan Feifei didn't have much clothes. When he opened the closet, there was a row of autumn and winter coats, each accounting for half.

Ding Zhe took one casually and put it on.

Jiang Kuo looked at each of them, thinking about which one would fit all his pants before his clothes were sent over...

"Are you still picking out just three or five pieces of clothing?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's hard to pick just three or five pieces," Jiang Kuo said.

I ended up with a black jacket, which is pretty nice.

"Just this one," he said. "Is this what you usually wear?"

"That's for sure. If it's too bad, it won't catch your eye," Duan Feifei said, "This is the only good one, and you won't change it every day."

"Then I'll take something else..." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm kidding you." Duan Feifei stopped him with a smile, and closed the closet door.

After drinking a cup of hot brown sugar water, my frozen body slowly recovered on the way.

After staying in the hut for a while, several people went back to school.

Still walking, walking back to the dormitory, Jiang Kuohan came down.

There was no one in Ding Zhe's dormitory, so he ran to 107 to spend the night. When Jiang Kuo returned to the dormitory, he chased after him: "Jiang has money, come over to play cards later."

Jiang Kuo turned his head and glanced at him: "Haven't you enjoyed losing?"

"It's called courage." Ding Zhe said.

Ma Xiao came back from the hospital, and the wound has been treated with medicine and bandaged.

When Jiang Kuo entered the door, he was holding his mobile phone to go out.

"Why are you going?" Jiang Kuo stopped him, "Do you need to rest your leg?"

"I'll go..." Ma Xiao's voice was very low, and he couldn't hear where he was going, "Look."

But Jiang Kuo could almost guess that the various night market stalls were busy at this time, and he lost this part-time job, so he had to find another one immediately.

"Let's go out and look for work after the injury is healed," Jiang Kuo said, "Didn't you go to the car early in the morning these days?"

"It will take a month or two to recover." Ma Xiao said.

"Then let's take care of it for a few days at least," Jiang Kuo said, "I still have money here, so I can lend it to you, and you can just pay me back in installments."

Ma Xiao stood by the door and hesitated for a long time, and finally returned to the dormitory and sat down: "Thank you."

"How much?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Ah?" Ma Xiao was stunned, and quickly waved his hands, "Not yet."

"Oh." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Ma Xiao still got up early in the morning to sell breakfast, but the car is still available early, and he can work when there are people, and he can sit when there is no one.

Jiang Kuo actually woke up quite early, but he didn't get up. He was afraid that Ma Xiao would be irritated when he found out that even people like Jiang Kuo had gone to work part-time when he couldn't work double jobs.

Fortunately, Ma Xiao really left early, he fell asleep again, and was woken up by Duan Feifan's knock on the door.

"Where's Ding Zhe?" Jiang Kuo noticed that the temperature was lower than last night when he went out. He was wearing Duan Feifan's coat and shrunk his neck. When he passed 107, he took a look and found that the door was closed.

"Still asleep," Duan Feifei said, "I lost yesterday."

"Human food is addictive," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "He really thought I was bragging when I told him to let him go."

"He came to see us at noon," Duan Feifei said, "Your treat."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

When Jiang Kuo put on the security officer's vest and protective gear, and stood on the shelf in the small playground in the square, he suddenly understood why Duan Feifei wanted him to take over the job of the security officer in the department store yesterday.

In addition to the money, in Jiang Kuo's view, there should be another reason.

That one is indoors.

No wind, no rain.

Now he is standing here, although it is not raining, but the wind is strong, and it keeps pouring in from the collar and cuffs.

Duan Feifan's high school classmate was a bamboo pole guy. This guy was more experienced. He even put on a sweater and a sports scarf around his neck.

"You can't do it," Zhugan said, "You must be cold."

What do you say?

I want enough clothes, can I wear them?

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Go to the floor below," Zhugan said, "I'm here, the wind isn't so strong down there."

The bamboo pole man was quite good, Jiang Kuo hesitated, and went down the stairs: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," said Zhugan, "My extraordinary friend is my friend."

Yo, are you so iron?

Extraordinary friends are not necessarily my friends.

Although the temperature has dropped considerably, there are still many people in the square. As long as it is not raining, it will not be able to stop people who want to go out for a stroll.

Especially children.

The playground is a thing built with a big iron frame. Below it is an ocean ball, above it is a variety of low-difficulty versions of extended sports, and there are several slides.

Jiang Kuo's job is to keep an eye on these little screaming chickens, preventing them from making dangerous moves and crawling around.

"Let Uncle carry you over there!" An old lady shouted from outside the fence, "Uncle! Uncle!"

A child at his lap was looking up at him.

Jiang Kuo was taken aback.

...are you calling me?

Jiang Kuo turned his head and found that the old lady was indeed pointing at him.

"Hello, uncle," said the old lady, "carry us over here."

you?

The child has opened his arms.

Jiang Kuo really doesn't understand. The "past" of "holding the past" is actually a large round tube half the height of a person. The boy ran over just to pounce twice.

Do you still want to hug it?

"Go by yourself." Jiang Kuo looked at the child.

"Uncle!" The old lady continued to shout, "Uncle hug..."

"Tell your grandma to stop shouting." Jiang Kuo picked up the child with one arm, bent down and walked into the round tube, passed through a group of thumping children, and put his great-grandson on the platform over there.

The child turned and ran away.

"Don't you even have a thank you?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Thank you, Uncle." A little girl who had just climbed out next to me yelled crisply.

"Hey," Jiang Kuo said, "You're welcome."

He didn't exit the round tube anymore, but went directly to the middle position, and found a place where he could see the surroundings.

This place is far away from all the parents, if any grandma calls him uncle, he can pretend not to hear.

And the wind is small.

He glanced in the direction of the beverage promotion area, and found that Duan Feifan could not be seen from this location.

He sighed and pulled his clothes.

The clothes smelled of clean washing powder, the same as the one on Fei Fei's body during peacetime. I don't know the brand of this washing powder, but it smelled better than the ones used at home.

He sniffed.

Originally, I thought that the work of a security officer should not be tiring, but I didn't expect it to be easy.

various situations.

For a while, because he didn't dare to cross the single-plank bridge, he hugged the pillars and blocked a row of children, and for a while, he grabbed a rope and started a fight.

During the lunch break, he was almost at the sales promotion, his ears were still filled with the cries and cries of children, and his mind was buzzing.

Duan Feifei was sitting on a chair resting, his legs were stretched out, and he didn't look cold at all.

"Ding Zhe will be here soon," Duan Feifei saw him and shook his hand, "Take a break and go eat."

"Aren't you cold?" Jiang Kuo took a closer look at him, and Duan Feifei wore a long-sleeved T-shirt inside his coat, which he didn't wear more than him.

"Are you cold?" Duan Feifei said.

"My hands are almost numb." Jiang Kuo grabbed his hand and shook it, then he was stunned. Duan Feifan's hand was as warm as a stove, "Damn it? Your body is an electric blanket, right?"

Duan Feifei laughed and lifted off his T-shirt.

Jiang Kuo was shocked to see a little duck's hand warmer stuffed in his trouser waist.

"Do you want it?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo was furious, "Don't tell me you have this thing!"

"There is one more." Duan Feifei picked up the bag under the chair, took out a piggy hand warmer, unplugged the charging cable, and handed it to him, "This is..."

"You brought two and won't give them to me?" Jiang Kuo was furious again, and took a step back, "I don't want it!"

"Hey!" Duan Feifei was a little helpless, "Can I finish my words!"

"Who won't let you talk?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"I just bought it." Duan Feifei said, "There was a promotion in the mall, so I bought two."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"This is for you," Duan Feifei took his hand, and put the little pig hand warmer into his hand, "Okay, you continue to scold."

"I've finished cursing." Jiang Kuo looked at the hand warmer, hesitating whether to tuck it into his trousers like Duan Feifei did.

"How about over there?" Duan Feifei asked.

"The kid is so noisy." Jiang Kuo sat next to him, thought for a while and reached out to take a look at Duan Feifan's clothes, "Your one is yellow?"

"Ducks are yellow." Duan Feifei said.

"Change it," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to get a pink one..."

"Take it." Duan Feifei pulled out the hand warmer from the waistband of his trousers and gave it to him, then lifted his trousers up.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, and this action made him feel that the hand warmer was not taken out from the waistband but from the crotch.

"Change or not!" Duan Feifei said.

"Change." Jiang Kuo gave him the one in his hand, took the yellow duck and held it in his hand, probably because the duck was warmer to the touch than the pig because Duan Feifan had been covering it all the time.

"You can wear another sweater from me tomorrow," Duan Feifei said, "I see that the weather forecast will be colder tomorrow."

"I'm going to buy clothes at noon," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't bear it anymore."

"Are you buying cheap ones?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's cheap." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Ask Duan Ling later if there are any coupons, and find a store that can use coupons." Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo and found that his nose was red from the cold, "Go now, why do I feel that you are going to have a fever again? .”

"Not at all." Jiang Kuo was very disdainful.

"Too much, and fainted..." Duan Feifei stood up, "Let's go."

The slap came quickly.

Contemporary male college students don't know why they are so delicate.

Ding Zhe didn't seem to be here for dinner, but came here for a slap in the face.

"You have a fever." He looked at Duan Feifan.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"Did he have a fever?" Ding Zhe asked Jiang Kuo.

"How do I know?" Jiang Kuo was surprised, "I didn't even know I had a fever."

"His hands are very hot." Ding Zhe grabbed Duan Feifan's hand and rubbed it.

"He has a hand warmer, you must feel his hands are hot when the wind is blowing," Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand, "My hands are hot too."

Ding Zhe grabbed his hand again, and then put Duan Feifan's hand in his: "You are warm, you feel his temperature, this is fucking lava."

Jiang Kuo shook Duan Feifan's hand. In fact, it felt similar to before, but his own hand was already frozen through at that time, but now his hand is hot, and Duan Feifan's hand is still hot when he touches it. Not right.

"Why don't you touch your forehead?" Duan Feifei said, "You can't touch your hands."

Jiang Kuo immediately raised his hand and pressed Duan Feifei's forehead.

"Your forehead is a hand warmer." He sighed.

"Fuck, do you really have a fever? I actually have a fever?" Duan Feifei frowned, "I mean my head is swollen in the morning."

"Then you didn't say it in the morning?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"What are you talking about?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "Say that my head is swollen? Then there is nothing to say, it's not that my head hurts."

This is the difference between people.

Jiang Kuo doesn't usually get sick, but he can't bear any discomfort, let alone a headache, even if it's just a bloated head, he will think about looking for medicine to take, and he can't bear it at all.

Not only did Duan Feifei not care, he even continued to stand at the promotional booth in the north wind for a whole afternoon.

He finally felt uncomfortable when he returned to the dormitory.

"I have a headache." He stood beside the table of 107 with a very sad expression.

"Why don't you go find a night market promotion station for a few hours," Jiang Kuo said, "the promotion industry can't function without you."

Duan Feifei laughed.

"I'll sleep for a while," he pressed on his temples, "Go eat by yourself, or order a takeaway to eat with Ma Xiao, he has no place to take care of his meals now."

"Have you stopped eating?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I can't eat." Duan Feifei took off his coat and the T-shirt inside, and went to wash his face shirtless, "I'm afraid I'll throw up after eating."

"Then go to sleep." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei took off his pants again and climbed onto the bed.

"Aren't you wearing pajamas?" Jiang Kuo looked at the scars on his body, "I stretched out my arms for a while and continued to catch cold."

"Uncomfortable," Duan Feifei said, "If you hadn't stuck here, I would have taken it all off."

"Then you take it off," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I don't mind."

Duan Feifei didn't speak, and lay down with a smile, pulled the quilt over and said, "Let's go, don't visit."

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, Duan Feifei had been taking good care of him, but now that he had a fever, it seemed inappropriate for him to leave like this.

He scratched the edge of the bed and looked at Duan Feifei: "Generally speaking, how do you take care of people with a fever?"

"How did I take care of you when you had a fever last time?" Duan Feifei asked.

Jiang Kuo recalled: "You threw me into the infirmary."

"Oh, that's right," Duan Feifei nodded, "That's it."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything else, turned off the lights in the room, walked out of the dormitory, and closed the door of 107.

Duan Feifei's words were very euphemistic, but the meaning conveyed was very clear, that is, he didn't need to be taken care of, or he didn't want to be taken care of.

Gee.

Is it so strong?

Duan Feifei closed his eyes in the darkness and sighed.

Thirsty, young master, I have a fever and want to drink water, I left so suddenly, can't I pour you a glass of water first...

The author has something to say:

Jiang Kuo: How delicate.