San Fu

Jiang Kuo's learning ability was not reflected in the matter of peeling oranges at all, peeling every piece of skin.

"Peeling an orange is nothing more than that," Duan Feifei was speechless, "Have you ever peeled an orange?"

"Peel less," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't like to eat fruit very much, unless Auntie Liu peels it and puts it on hand, I can just eat a few bites."

"Then you're tired right now." Duan Feifei opened his mouth.

Jiang Kuo stuffed half an orange into his mouth: "It's okay, just don't ask me to peel apples for you."

Duan Feifei sighed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"I remember peeling oranges for Duan Ling when I was a child, peeling them petal by petal and putting them in a bowl," Duan Feifei said while eating, "then sprinkle some sugar, and she will eat."

"Isn't your thinking a bit too wonderful?" Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "You are Duan Ling or I am you, and I will find you a bowl to sprinkle sugar on?"

Duan Feifei laughed: "I just want to recall."

"Duan Ling can quite enjoy it." Jiang Kuo said, "Aunt Liu has never done this to me before."

"Baby girl," Duan Feifei said, "I've been used to it since I was a child, so I have a big temper."

"Is this considered being angry?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I'm just a cousin, my uncle's child, and my dad is the only son, so I don't have any other brothers and sisters. he."

"Forget it, don't treat me as an outsider, that's why my brother treats me like that," Duan Feifei said, "My uncles and aunts are all like that, I'm not used to being beaten or scolded, just treat me like my own child."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "I understand what it means, but I feel that you still care about it. While knowing that this is really good for you, it still feels like being under the fence."

"Can you not care about it?" Duan Feifan said, "It was okay when I lived with my grandma. After all, she was the only child with me, so I didn't feel guilty about stealing someone's love."

"I thought you've been bullshitting?" Jiang Kuo peeled another orange, and was about to stuff half of it directly into his mouth. After thinking about it, he divided it again, peeled off two halves, and put it in his mouth.

"In the two years since my parents divorced, my father and my uncle wanted to work separately, so they were very busy and couldn't take care of me," Duan Feifei said, "I just stayed at my grandma's house. He took me home and lived there, and after two years, he went to jail."

Jiang Kuo sighed: "You didn't tell me so much last time."

"What was the relationship between us last time?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Isn't that also a friend?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Then you don't know how to ask questions?" Duan Feifan said, "Ding Zhe and his gang immediately followed up and asked questions, just like interviewing tabloid reporters."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "That's not good, in case you don't want to say it."

"If you don't want to say it, I won't say it," Duan Feifei looked at the front and found that the cars of those people had gone to nowhere. Just do it."

"Very good," Jiang Kuo said, "No need to guess."

The car drove forward for a while, Duan Feifei glanced at the dashboard: "Hiss..."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned his head, "Kowtow again?"

"There is a problem with the tire pressure." Duan Feifei looked at the right rearview mirror, "Look at the right rear wheel."

Jiang Kuo poked his head out to look at the rear wheel, and sure enough, he found that the right rear wheel was flatter than the front, and it collapsed outward when it was under force: "This is a tire puncture."

"Do you have a spare tire?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo said, "Should I change it? Can it last for a while?"

"Try it." Duan Feifei continued to drive for a while, and when he looked over again, he found that the wheel had obviously collapsed a little more, "Change it, it's very hard, if you don't change it, the tire will be useless."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo sighed.

Duan Feifei found a small fork in the left ahead and turned the car into it.

As soon as Jiang Kuo got out of the car, he opened the door and got in the car again. He put on the jacket he had thrown in the back seat, and looked at the sun outside in the car, and he was quite warm. He wanted to shiver as soon as he got out of the car.

Duan Feifei got out of the car after putting on his coat, walked around to the right rear wheel and kicked: "You change me?"

"Usually, in this case, I would change the cannon." Jiang Kuo said.

"...I'll change it." Duan Feifei went over and opened the trunk, "Don't you always play with cars? Don't you change tires yourself?"

"Also, if you don't want to change, I'll do it." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei took out the toolbox and glanced at him: "Go back and sit in the car."

"Where can I go?" Jiang Kuo folded his arms, "I have to visit."

"There is a charge," Duan Feifei said, "Scan the QR code later, one thousand."

"You are stealing money!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

"It costs me [-] yuan to connect the pipes to the washing machine." Duan Feifei said.

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei was quite proficient at changing tires. He supported it with a jack, then took off his coat and threw it on the roof of the car.

With a click of the cross wrench, a screw was quickly removed.

Jiang Kuo really likes to watch Duan Feifei at work, connecting the washing machine pipes, making sauced beef, and changing tires. Duan Feifan's movements are very skillful and handsome.

When removing the third screw, Jiang Kuo squatted behind him, picked up his clothes, and touched his back.

Duan Feifei stopped his movements and looked back at him: "Don't take the opportunity to play hooligans during working hours."

"Aren't my hands cold?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"That's right," Duan Feifei continued to remove the screws, "You haven't taken out your hand all this time."

Jiang Kuo touched his back again, this time from the back to the side to his waist.

Duan Feifei sighed, and turned his head while supporting the ground with a cross wrench: "What?"

Jiang Kuo stood up with a smile, without speaking.

Duan Feifei dropped the wrench and stood up, looking at him.

"Continue," Jiang Kuo tilted his head, "I won't bother you anymore."

Duan Feifan still looked at him, stared at him for a long time before saying: "The wound on my mouth is almost healed."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo didn't react for a while.

Duan Feifei reached out and grabbed the chest of his coat.

"Damn!" Jiang Kuo yelled, "Wipe your hands!" Then he was dragged in front of him by Duan Feifan.

Jiang Kuo tripped over a piece of rubble and staggered, and propped up the car door with his hand to avoid hitting Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifei leaned against the car, looked at him, and said in a low voice, "I said I've recovered from my injury."

"I heard it." Jiang Kuo looked at him, feeling his voice became hoarse due to the sudden acceleration of his heart.

It sounded like I'd been thirsty for three days.

Duan Feifei leaned forward.

In the cold wind, I could still feel Duan Feifan's warm breath sweeping over his face, bringing a dizzying warmth.

The moment Duan Feifan's lips touched him, Jiang Kuo approached him cautiously.

The injury is definitely not good, it can be seen that it is still swollen, but it is soft to the touch, and I didn't feel the softness and warmth when I touched it with my teeth that day.

There is also a slight orange scent.

The wind was blowing fast, passing between their noses, foreheads, and necks.

But right now I don't feel anything, neither cold nor hot.

You can't even hear the wind, just the sound of your heartbeat.

It wasn't until a car honked its horn as it passed by on the road outside that they suddenly separated.

Duan Feifei cleared his throat, turned around and squatted down to continue removing the last screw.

"Do you feel anything?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Don't say you don't feel anything," Duan Feifei said, "It's hurting your self-esteem."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "That wound on the mouth, does it hurt?"

Duan Feifan rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand: "To be honest, it broke again."

"Bleeding?" Jiang Kuo leaned over and saw a faint bloodstain on the back of his hand. He was surprised, "I didn't feel the smell of blood just now."

"The blood came one step too late, we missed it when we stuck together." Duan Feifei took off the tire and placed it under the car.

Jiang Kuo went over to help roll the spare tire over and put it on.

Someone was calling on the intercom in the car, but I don't know what they were calling.

Jiang Kuo opened the door and took out the walkie-talkie: "Our tire is punctured and we just put on the spare tire."

"Where is where?" Dong Kun's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Is it finished? Are you ready? Do you want us to go back and help? Do you want to help?"

Jiang Kuo sighed. Dong Kun always insisted on repeating every sentence twice. He had to wait for a long time before he had a chance to speak: "No, it's already changed, and we're leaving now."

"Let's go." Duan Feifan had already put away the replaced old tire.

"Let me take it," Jiang Kuo said, "Do you still have that ointment? Put on some more, or it was fine in the morning, but now it's broken again..."

"Well," Duan Feifei got into the passenger seat, "it looks like he was bitten again."

Jiang Kuo smiled and got into the car.

When they drove out of the mountain road, they saw the car in front of them, and a group of people stopped the car and waited for them.

"Let's go." Jiang Kuo lowered the window.

"Follow!" Ding Zhe also put down the car window and shouted, looking very happy, Brabus made him happy.

The two cars continued to drive forward one after the other, and they got on the highway in a short while.

"Have you booked all the tickets?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Tickets are tight before the year."

"I booked the return trip when I came here," Duan Feifei said, "just pick up the ticket."

"You'll have to be busy again when you get home. I see you've been getting messages on your phone these days." Jiang Kuo said.

"Well," Duan Feifei looked down at the phone, "Yesterday my old uncle invited a big sister in the market to help, otherwise he would be too busy."

"Is it because you're not here?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Not at all," Duan Feifei smiled, "There are a lot of orders this year, and sometimes they ask someone to come and help for a few days when there are too many people in need." "Is it true that you can make a lot of money this time around?" glanced at him.

"It's okay," Duan Feifei turned to the phone, "The old aunt will settle the bill, and sometimes she will give me more... You don't need to limit consumption next semester, right? I don't think Mr. Jiang is angry with you." gone."

"I don't seem to have any expenses anymore," Jiang Kuo said. "I haven't spent much at home these days. I went out with Da Pao a few times, and I didn't buy any clothes."

"Aren't you going to buy new clothes for Chinese New Year?" Duan Feifei asked.

"That still needs to be bought," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "I still owe you clothes and scarves."

"Winter is over." Duan Feifei said.

"I'll go buy it tomorrow!" Jiang Kuo patted the steering wheel, and the horn sounded.

The voice of the cannon came from the intercom: "What's wrong?"

"By mistake." Duan Feifei took the walkie-talkie and replied.

"Jiang Kuo, don't be shy, this is not a track." Da Pao said.

"No," Duan Feifei said, "very seriously."

When the car drove back to the city at noon, Jiang Kuo called his mother: "We are here, should we eat outside or at home?"

"At home," my mother said, "President Jiang is going out in the afternoon, and he is waiting for you to have lunch at home."

"Okay, then let's go home first." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei looked at the somewhat familiar street scene outside the car window, one store after another, the continuous and ever-changing green belt, the billboards at the bus station, and even street signs.

All these things that were originally strange, now have a little familiarity in the strangeness, this feeling is very strange.

Because of Jiang Kuo, he will remember certain strange streets in a strange city.

Because this was everyone's second visit to the house, Jiang Kuo didn't deliberately take them in through the gate, and the car went directly into the garage.

Benben was already guarding the garage, and when the garage door was opened, it started barking and circled the car.

Cannon got out of the car: "Ben'er!"

Benben jumped over happily, wagging his tail, and stuffed his head into Cannon's hand, letting Cannon rub his head.

When Duan Feifei got out of the car, Benben turned around and ran over again, leaping and screaming at him.

"This goddamn stepfather is really worthless," Da Pao said. "It's delicious and delicious, and you take it with you every day for a walk. It's not as good as your own father who feeds you a few buns in the alley."

"Sometimes there is sauced beef," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "I didn't feed it because I was afraid of hair loss."

After parking the car, a group of people entered the house. Mr. Jiang was sitting in the living room. When he saw them coming in, he stood up and said, "It's pretty fast, why are you making this trip?"

"It's fun!" Dong Kun said, "It's the first time I've played so exaggeratedly since I grew up. It's all about eating, drinking, and having fun."

"Sit down and rest for a while, and eat right away," Mr. Jiang smiled and began to boil water to make tea. Go to the waterfall to live for a few days and play in the water."

When it comes to playing, a group of people got excited and asked all kinds of questions, and Liu Fatty started to look up photos of scenic spots.

"Are you going out this afternoon?" Jiang Kuo asked while sitting next to Mr. Jiang.

"Well, go to the Tianding Waterfall," Mr. Jiang said, "it's a bit urgent. I have to go there tomorrow, and I can take a few of your classmates back."

"Why are you going there? Isn't it already smoothed out?" Jiang Kuo asked. He usually didn't ask about Mr. Jiang's projects, but now he was sitting by the side, and he really couldn't find anything to say.

"There's something wrong with the land in the tea garden," Mr. Jiang said.

Tianding Waterfall is quite far away from the road, and it is impossible to attract more people by driving so far to visit only one waterfall and surrounding projects, so Mr. Jiang bought a piece of land in the middle, intending to build a large-scale ecological and leisure farm. Connect this line.

The project is not too big, but it will affect the subsequent development of the waterfall.

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded, but didn't make another sound.

Duan Feifei leaned next to him, listening to everyone chatting with one ear, and listening to Jiang Kuo talking to Boss Jiang with the other.

I guess I felt that my son finally cared about the next project, so he just started it.

"When Xiaoqin went to talk about that piece of land, it belonged to Shangjia Village." Mr. Jiang didn't give up, and continued the topic by himself, "Now Daxin Village next door comes out and says that half of the hill belongs to them, and their land cannot be moved. .”

"Let's not talk about how it was done in the first place," Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, "I guess it's not impossible to move now, but you need to pay more to move."

"Yes." Mr. Jiang nodded with a smile, "If you want to pay the same price as Shangjia Village, you can pay, lose money, don't give it, lose money, the land is not enough, and Shangjia Village won't refund the money. It’s not easy to do when you’re dead.”

"Isn't there a mountain on the South Bank? I didn't want to go there because it was too far away. There is no road," Jiang Kuo said. Build the road, connect the South Bank, and don’t need the land in Daxin Village, just add Tianding here and the Ecological Garden on the South Bank and here.”

"Don't you want to fight for the half of the land in Daxin Village? You still lose money." Mr. Jiang asked with a smile.

"If you disclose this plan, you can fight for it." Jiang Kuo said, "There are only a few farmhouses in Banla Mountain over there. If they don't follow here, it will be difficult to develop in the future."

Mr. Jiang laughed and patted him on the shoulder after a long time: "It's not completely stupid."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him sideways, took a sip of tea from the cup: "I just said it casually, I don't know exactly what's going on."

"It's time to eat!" Aunt Liu greeted in the restaurant.

"Is it done?" Jiang Kuo stood up.

"My studio is busy," my mother said, "don't call her for dinner."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo waved, "Let's eat."

When everyone got up and went to the restaurant, Jiang Kuo looked back at Duan Feifan.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei hooked the corner of his mouth.

"Mouth," Jiang Kuo whispered, "does it still hurt?"

"I don't feel anything anymore." Duan Feifei also suppressed his voice.

The table meal was the same as the day they came, very sumptuous, Mr. Jiang even brought out his good wine and said that everyone should try it together.

"Duan Feifei, your mouth," Mr. Jiang said, "are you on fire?"

"Damn it." Duan Feifei said.

"I knocked on the railing," Ding Zhe couldn't help laughing as he said, "It's a bit of a loss that I didn't see the scene."

Mr. Jiang laughed: "Will it affect drinking?"

"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "Eating and drinking won't affect you."

"Come on," Mr. Jiang raised his glass, "I have some errands in the afternoon, and I won't be able to accompany you at night. Let's have a good time at noon."

"Thank you Mr. Jiang." Everyone shouted together.

"Fantasy," my mother looked at Duan Feifan, "When you go back, send some sauced beef over. Some of my friends want to try it."

"Okay," Duan Feifei nodded, "Just let Jiang Kuo tell me how much you want."

"If your friend doesn't want a discount," Jiang Kuo said, "the normal price."

"No need for a discount," my mother waved her hand, "buy whatever other people buy."

"Normal is also a bit discounted." Duan Feifei said.

"It's true," Jiang Kuo said, "It depends on how much you want. If you don't want much, you can sell it at the original price this time. If you buy it next time, you will get a discount. Exclusive discounts for repeat customers."

Duan Feifei glanced at him with a smile: "Yes."

The wound on the mouth is not completely healed yet, and on the way there was another wound, Duan Feifei didn't eat too much during the meal in order to avoid making his face ugly.

After eating, everyone moved to the tea room to bask in the sun and chat. Duan Feifei took his mobile phone and walked aside.

Now is the time when sauce beef sales are at its peak, and the Chinese New Year is coming up in a few days, so he has to tell Duan Ling immediately to let her see if it is enough, and if it is not enough, he has to make more quickly.

If someone else asked for it, he directly refused, and Mrs. Jiang wanted it, so he had to do it even if he killed a cow right now.

Duan Ling's phone rang for a long time but no one answered.

Duan Feifei glanced at the time, today is Sunday, Duan Ling rests, and she has no habit of sleeping at noon.

He dialed the number again.

When it was about to hang up automatically, Duan Ling answered the phone with a very aggressive voice: "Hello!"

"What are you doing?" Duan Feifei was stunned.

"You?" Duan Ling probably answered the phone without even looking at it, "What's wrong? Aren't you coming back tomorrow?"

"Well, I want you to help me take a look..." Duan Feifei heard the chaotic voices over there, "Are you in Niusandao? Or are you outside?"

"Niu Sandao," Duan Ling said, "It's a mess."

"Fucking with old Zhangtou again?" Duan Feifei asked.

"No," Duan Ling said, "Old Zhang is messing with the administrator."

"...Why is this?" Duan Feifei sighed.

"I don't know where he got the news," Duan Ling said, "It said that the market will be demolished next year."

"What?" Duan Feifei thought he didn't hear clearly.