San Fu

Duan Feifei ran quite fast.

Jiang Kuo basically ran behind him to the parking lot at the same time. When he got to the side of the car, Duan Feifan had already taken out the car keys from the exhaust pipe and threw them over several meters away.

I'm not afraid that he won't be able to catch it and will have to spend time picking it up.

Jiang Kuo took the key and jumped into the car, and Duan Feifei closed the car door at the same time as him.

"Why didn't your father notify you if something happened?" Jiang Kuo started the car, first honked the horn, then stepped on the accelerator twice, operating with a noise.

"I was underage when he entered, so he always notified my uncle." Duan Feifei said.

After the people in front gave way, the car rushed out and honked several times on the main road.

The car drove out of the gate under the eyes of everyone.

"Jiang Kuo, you are fucking crazy!" Someone shouted.

"Who called me?" Jiang Kuo didn't see clearly, the car had already left the school gate and drove onto the path outside the gate.

"108." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo drove much faster than usual. Although the road outside was not monitored, there were still many cars on the road just after the evening rush hour.

Jiang Kuo's technique is indeed good, shuttling back and forth in the traffic.

"Slow down, it's not in such a hurry," Duan Feifei said, "It will only take a few minutes to drive slowly."

The speed of the car dropped immediately, and Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "I think you are in a hurry."

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

"Your hands are shaking." Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm a little worried," Duan Feifei sighed softly, "I should have gone to see him immediately after my mother told me that day."

"What did your mother say?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"She feels that my dad is in a bad mood, and he doesn't really want to come out." Duan Feifei looked out the car window, "He will come out in August or September next year."

"Then what can happen to him now?" Jiang Kuo frowned, "Suicide?"

Duan Feifei glanced at him: "You are straightforward."

"When you have to deal with a problem, you are still tactful." Jiang Kuo said.

"He won't commit suicide." Duan Feifei said.

"It's fine if you don't commit suicide." Jiang Kuo said, "As long as you don't die, you can talk about anything."

"I'm afraid he will be beaten up by others." Duan Feifei said.

There is a parking lot in the market. When they parked and got out of the car, the old man guarding the parking lot came over with a QR code hanging around his neck.

Jiang Kuo locked the car and took out his phone to scan the code.

"Let's go, no need to pay." Duan Feifei waved to the old man, "Uncle Huang."

"Huh? Extraordinary?" Uncle Huang stopped.

"My friend parks the car for a few minutes and leaves." Duan Feifei pointed at the car.

Uncle Huang didn't speak, and waved his hands at them with an expression of "that's easy to say", motioning for them to leave.

When he ran into Niu Sandao through the back door, the old uncle and his wife were in the back room, and Duan Ling was filling beef for a guest in front.

"What happened to my dad?" Duan Feifei asked as soon as he entered the room.

"He's fine, don't worry," the old man patted him on the back, "He's fine! He hit someone else!"

Jiang Kuo breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Duan Feifei and his father haven't lived together for so many years, they are worthy of being their own, and their guess is quite accurate.

"The beating happened last week," Duan Ling wiped his hands and went into the back room, "I have been in confinement for a few days, and now I can meet with the guards before contacting us. I hope you can go and do some work for me..."

"Who did he beat? How did he beat him?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Bumped the head of a big brother in the same room against the wall, and his head was bleeding, and beat another uncle," Duan Ling said, "I don't know where he got such a great ability to hit two!"

"I still have this ability," said the old man, "Back then we both..."

"Shut up!" Duan Ling stared at him, "When is this? Is this the time when you two were bloody on the streets? What are you thinking!"

"Is that the sentence..." Duan Feifei said.

"That's what I want to talk about," said the old uncle. "Disciplining means that he still can't get through this mentally and is afraid of the outside world. I want you to enlighten him... It's not enlightenment, just meet your son. It will always be better." A bit."

"What about the person who was beaten? Was it seriously injured?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Will it affect him in any way?"

"Tell me about this person!" The old uncle slapped his thigh, "The character of the second brother is that he can get along with friends, and Fei Fei is just like him. He was beaten up like that, and even pleaded for mercy for the second child."

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifan.

"When can we meet?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Tomorrow will be fine," Duan Ling said, "You can go there early in the morning, first listen to the opinions of the discipline, and then see how to talk to your father."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

Duan Ling pulled Duan Feifan aside and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, he didn't beat anyone too badly, and he begged for mercy, and he has always behaved well..."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

"You have to let him know that you've grown up now and you're a big boy. He doesn't need to care about anything after he comes out. He doesn't need to take care of you or worry about the economy. As long as he wants to, he can go back to the store and do it alone. It's okay," Duan Ling said, "the family is all here, and everything is the same as before."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

Duan Ling hugged him, raised his hand and patted his head twice: "Talk about it tomorrow, I know you father and son haven't been together for so many years, so you feel a little uncomfortable, so let's talk."

Duan Feifei also hugged Duan Ling: "Did you pay the bonus today?"

Duan Ling laughed: "Really, sent one thousand and two, how do you know?"

"So gentle," Duan Feifei said, "the power of money."

"Get out!" Duan Ling let go of his hand, pushed him, then turned to look at Jiang Kuo, "Have you two eaten yet?"

"Eat." Jiang Kuo said.

"There is beef with sauce," Duan Ling ignored his answer, "Cut some for you?"

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded immediately.

Duan Ling cut a small plate of sauced beef for him, and served it with dipping sauce.

Jiang Kuo sat on a small stool in the back room and happily ate beef, listening to the old uncle's family discuss with Duan Feifan how to talk to his father tomorrow.

It stands to reason that Duan Feihua can easily get along with anyone, and he can get along with a mature person at most twice, so he probably doesn't know how to talk.

Especially this person is his own father.

But thinking about it, maybe it was because this was his own father that he would have such pressure.

The closer the person is, the easier it is to be close to the country, and the closer the relationship is, the easier it is to be relatively silent.

"Are you full?" Duan Feifei sat beside him, sending a message with his mobile phone.

"I'm a bit tired," Jiang Kuo asked, "Ask for leave?"

"Well," Duan Feifei turned the screen towards him, "tell Lu Ning."

[Instructions are as follows] Sister Ning, I will ask for leave tomorrow morning to visit the prison

【Your Beautiful Counselor Lu Ning】All right

Jiang Kuo smiled. Lu Ning's account is probably a dedicated work account, and he wants to laugh every time he sees this nickname.

But at the same time, he also saw the chat history above.

[Your beautiful counselor Lu Ning] You care about him more, I always ask him that he may be annoying

[Instructions are as follows] OK

"Who do you care about?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No one." Duan Feifei probably noticed that there were two more sentences above, so he quickly straightened the screen.

"This fucking doesn't mean me, does it?" Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei also looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out the phone again: "It's not just you."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at the chat box.

Duan Feifei scrolled up and found that Lu Ning would ask Duan Feifei about the situation of each of Duan Feifei's classmates every two or three days, including Ma Xiao, and the one in 104 who wanted to change dormitories, and some whose names did not match the person. , all boys.

"Lu Ning thinks that boys may not want to tell the female counselor when they encounter something," Duan Feifei said, "so sometimes they ask me."

"Why are you asking? You are not Yang Languang." Jiang Kuo said.

"Then she asked you," Duan Feifei said, "do you know?"

Jiang Kuo paused: "I'll let her ask Duan Feifan."

Duan Feifei laughed.

"I'll see what she says about me." Jiang Kuo leaned over.

"I didn't say anything, I just felt that you were always in a low mood, and you didn't go home on October [-]." Duan Feifei pulled him to see, "I said you worked part-time to hone your will."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "It's not always depressed, just... let's share time."

"At 107, I was not depressed." Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded with a smile, "Are you going tomorrow...will you go back to the dormitory later?"

"Hey, my thick coat is still in the dormitory," Duan Feifei said, "I will pass through the dormitory tomorrow."

After staying in Niusandao for a while, they went out to pick up the car and go back to school.

When they walked to the parking lot, they found that the door they had come out of had been closed, and the big iron gate was locked.

It is estimated that there are no people in the market at the moment, and there is only one door left for the convenience of management of the caboose.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei kicked the door, and yelled inside while holding the railing, "Uncle Huang!"

There were not many cars left in the parking lot, and there was no sign of Uncle Huang.

"Old man Huang!" Duan Feifei shouted again.

"Go through the other door." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei didn't move, and insisted on shouting twice: "Uncle Huang! The surname is Huang!"

Jiang Kuo sighed, somewhat incomprehensible, the other door should not be too far away, it would take only 2 minutes to go around the market, Duan Feifei would rather shout here, and wait for Uncle Huang to walk slowly from nowhere Come and open the door for him.

"Is another door open in my house?" Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei glanced at him with a smile, sighed, and took out his mobile phone to check the time: "Okay, let's go, through that door."

Go around the door over there, and walk through the middle of the wholesale shop next to it.

The road is quite wide, the kind that can pass trucks, and the lights are on, so it is easy to walk. Duan Feifei will definitely not be reluctant to take this kind of road, probably because of his father, he is a little emotionally unstable.

He was walking quite fast now, as if he was on his way.

When he was almost at the end of the road, he even reached out to give Jiang Kuo a hand.

Jiang Kuo was speechless: "Why are you so anxious..."

"Hey!" Someone suddenly shouted from a store in the front left, followed by a whistle, "Who is this?"

Jiang Kuo glanced over there.

A man in his 20s stood in front of a dry goods store that was about to close, staring.

Duan Feifan didn't stop, just grabbed his arm and continued to walk forward.

"Guilt to be a thief, what is this?" The man took two steps towards this side, and raised his voice, "I still rush to deliver your father's meal!"

When Jiang Kuo heard this sentence, he immediately understood everything.

Why Duan Feifei would rather spend several minutes there calling for Uncle Huang than take the 300-meter detour this way, and understood why he had to watch the time and why he walked so fast.

Duan Feifei still didn't stop, and continued to walk forward. Jiang Kuo didn't speak any more, and quickly followed him.

"Who is it?" Another person came out of the store.

From the corner of his eyes, Jiang Kuo saw that this person was sitting in a wheelchair, his voice sounded like he was in his 50s, and there was a sense of strength in his hoarseness.

"Duan's second child is forcing his son." The young man said.

"Do you still dare to go from here?" The voice of the wheelchair raised, "You're courting death!"

Jiang Kuo suddenly became a little nervous. This person is probably Duan Feifei's father who "deliberately injured" and seriously injured someone.

"Ask if you are looking for death!" The young man roared, "Is this road your surname Duan can take!"

Before Jiang Kuo could make any reaction, and before he even had time to jump when he was frightened, Duan Feifan turned around abruptly and passed Jiang Kuo.

The blowing wind made Jiang Kuo feel like his hair was blowing up.

When he turned his head, Duan Feifei had already started running.

After a few quick steps, he rushed to the position less than two meters away from the young man, and then jumped up by virtue of his inertia.

He punched the young man in the face from top to bottom.

Jiang Kuo was still standing where he was, and the man hadn't had time to dodge before he was knocked to the ground by the punch.

"Hit me! Kill this kid!" The wheelchair roared suddenly.

Two more men rushed out of the store.

I—fuck!

Jiang Kuo never expected that such a scene would appear. Although he has always been willing to use words and money to resolve various disputes, this is no longer possible in the current scene.

Duan Feifan had already rushed into the store, and punched the person in black leather in front of him with a punch.

Jiang Kuo followed and ran over.

The man who fell on the ground got up and took a long board of unknown material, ready to swing it on Duan Feifei's head.

"Fuck you." Jiang Kuo kicked him on the back, and the man fell to the ground again.

"Call me!" The wheelchair picked up an enamel cup at hand and threw it on Jiang Kuo's head.

Jiang Kuo turned his head away.

He found that when this family started fighting, it was not an ordinary fight, every movement was head-on, what kind of fucking desperadoes are they!

The black leather jacket has already been grabbed by Duan Feifan's wrist, and he is about to kick his leg.

The other man in a sweater was swinging his arms like a windmill beside him. Although it was obvious at a glance that this man was not good at fighting, Duan Feifan couldn't dodge this move that seemed to originate from a square dance. Dumped two windmills.

Jiang Kuo went over to grab the sweater's arm, pushed him aside, then grabbed the fur coat's arm, snatched him away from Duan Feifan, and pushed him towards the sweater too.

Sweaters and black leather coats were piled up on several large spice sacks.

There was two seconds of struggling silence in the shop.

"Get up and call me!" The wheelchair pointed at Duan Feifan and Jiang Kuo.

"Shut up!" Duan Feifei roared.

Your uncle!Don't shout!

Jiang Kuo jumped, took two steps towards the wheelchair, and stared at him.

The man who fell twice outside the door came over, waved his hand to the side, and picked up an iron rod.

Jiang Kuo sighed.

"What are you doing!" A female voice suddenly yelled from outside the door.

very familiar.

It took Jiang Kuo half a second to realize that it was Duan Ling's voice.

The man holding the iron bar suddenly stopped following the sound.

"What are you doing! What do you want to do!" Duan Ling pointed at the iron rod and walked in, "You still want to touch this guy! Huh? Your family is awesome!"

"It's not your turn to talk here!" said the wheelchair, "Get out!"

"Get lost!" Duan Ling stared at him, then turned to look at Duan Feifan and Jiang Kuo, "Both of you, let's go."

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, not knowing what was going on now.

Duan Feifan put his hand on his shoulder, pushed him lightly, and signaled him to go out.

Jiang Kuo went out and stood outside the door.

The people in the surrounding shops that hadn't closed had already gathered around, and the old uncle and aunt also ran over.

"Don't be so unreasonable," an uncle pointed at the wheelchair, "I'll listen to your family beating this and that all day long!"

"What's none of your business?" The wheelchair stared at him, "His father beat me into a disability, so it's not bad if my mother didn't beat him!"

"You deserve it!" Someone behind cursed.

"Who said that!" the wheelchair roared.

"I said it!" The old man shouted, "What's the matter!"

"Duan Laosan," the wheelchair pointed at him, "don't hold me here."

"I've been raped all my life," said the old man, "I'm going to be raped to death, so bear with it!"

"Okay!" Duan Ling interrupted the battle of words, "Come back! All back."

Tie Roan turned around and was about to speak when Duan Ling pointed at him, and he turned his head away.

Jiang Kuo felt that he understood.

This is really... amazing.

"It's over!" The old aunt said quickly, "I've all gone home, closed the stall and hurried home, I'm bothering everyone!"

"You two go back to school," the old uncle came over and pushed them a few steps forward, "Go back, it's okay."

Duan Feifei stood still.

"We're going back to the shop too," the old man said, "You two go away, and he'll look for something again after a while."

Jiang Kuo dragged Duan Feifan by the arm and walked forward.

I walked all the way into the parking lot, only to hear the cursing voices gradually dissipating.

Jiang Kuo supported the roof of the car, let out a sigh of relief, and looked up at Duan Feifan: "The one in the wheelchair."

"Yeah," Duan Feifei nodded, "The one who suffered the most serious injuries in the group beating."

"Did your dad do it?" Jiang Kuo asked, "A gang fight."

"He picked the head, my dad just stared at him and hit him," Duan Feifei glanced at him, "so it was my dad who did it."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, but sighed.

"Usually I don't go this way," Duan Feifei said, "Today I thought they were closed."

"Just tell me," Jiang Kuo said, "If I know about it, I won't urge you to go this way."

"It's none of your business." Duan Feifei said.

"...It sounds like scolding me." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei smiled and said, "It's okay, I actually met him in peacetime, I actually don't pay attention to him, I just scold him a few times, pretend I didn't hear it, today is mainly because... I'm not in a good mood."

"Let's go," Jiang Kuo opened the door, "Get in the car, Uncle Kuo will take you to Chehe River to change your mood."

Duan Feifei smiled and got into the car.

"Is that man and Duan Ling..." Jiang Kuo started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

"I have been chasing Duan Ling for many years." Duan Feifei said.

"Awesome, what do you think?" Jiang Kuo said.

The car drove out of the parking lot, not in the direction of the school, Jiang Kuo casually turned onto a main road.

"Where are you going?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I don't know," Jiang Kuo clicked on the navigation and looked at the map, "I'll drive as I please."

"Okay." Duan Feifei leaned against the back of the chair and exhaled lightly.

"Aren't you hurt?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifei looked at the back of his hand, "just scratch the skin."

"You can fight well," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "It's awesome."

"Let's vent." Duan Feifei said, "I haven't fought with anyone for a long time."

"You don't blame your dad for what happened this time," Jiang Kuo said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"I only went to see him a few times a year, and I felt speechless and embarrassed," Duan Feifei said, "He always said he wouldn't let me go, and I... really didn't go much."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak.

"My mother can feel that he is different from the past several times." Duan Feifei frowned, "I didn't feel it at all. To be honest, I can find out that there is something wrong with anyone in the dormitory opposite. Dear father, I don't know at all..."

"He may not show it in front of you. He usually doesn't let you see him. He definitely doesn't want your life to be affected," Jiang Kuo said. "It's normal that you can't see anything."

"I feel like I'll go tomorrow, and he won't say anything to me," Duan Feifei rubbed the scratched skin on his hands, "He doesn't want me to know what he's thinking at all."

"That's because he thinks you might think he doesn't want you to know what he's thinking." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei was stunned for two seconds and laughed.

"Laughing fart." Jiang Kuo said.

"You're quite cute." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "It's the first time someone praised me like that."

"Really, cutie." Duan Feifei said.

"Get out." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.