San Fu

Duan Feifei didn't dodge, this punch landed firmly on his face.

He regretted the moment he said this sentence, he didn't know how he would say the sentence he was least likely to say at this time.

He was in that moment the last person he wanted to be who said "I told you BLABLA".

It was no surprise that Jiang Kuo beat him up.

You deserve to be extraordinary.

"It's my fault, that's right, I forced you to agree!" Jiang Kuo came over and pushed him hard again, "Fight back! Are you blaming me!"

Duan Feifei bumped into the cabinet at the back, touched the pot with half a pot of rice and a bowl next to it with his hand, and almost brought the pot to the ground.

He subconsciously picked up the pot and put it on the table, and Jiang Kuo also subconsciously stepped aside.

After he put the pot away, Jiang Kuo came back to his senses, grabbed his arm and pushed him into the living room: "Get the fuck out of here!"

"Jiang Kuo..." Duan Feifei was pushed into the living room by him, and turned around to explain.

"Fight back!" Jiang Kuo was obviously very angry, and punched him in the chest again.

This punch was actually not too hard, but the position was very precise, and Duan Feifei had a strong urge to cough.

He tilted his head and coughed a few times.

"Is it! Do you blame me!" Jiang Kuo turned to him, "If I hadn't forced you to ask if you liked me, if I hadn't forced you to agree, there would be no troubles like this!"

"No." Duan Feifei said.

"Don't coax me!" Jiang Kuo punched him on the arm again, "Aren't you tired of coaxing me all this time? Haven't you had enough!"

Duan Feifei suspected that Jiang Kuo was not only good at swimming, skiing, horseback riding, racing, racing, archery and skydiving, he should also have practiced fighting. He punched seemingly randomly, and every blow could accurately hit the most painful place.

Jiang Kuo was really angry. For a spoiled young master who could do whatever he wanted, this was actually the first time Duan Feifei saw him really angry.

Even if it was provocation to Lu Haobo before, even if Jiang Kuo did it, he would not be angry.

This time, Jiang Kuo was really angry.

But he didn't have any means to calm him down.

For another person, for any person, he knows what to do.

But it happened to be Jiang Kuo.

The one with whom he was intimate and uneasy.

He simply didn't know what to do.

Just like he didn't know how to break the silence with his father, who was obviously the closest person he had ever been.

He is also at a loss when facing Jiang Kuo now.

"Yes, that's it," Jiang Kuo pointed at him, "It's fine if you don't speak! It's fine if you don't say anything, just keep it in your heart, and it's fine if no one can get close to you!"

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei looked at him, "I was wrong."

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong? What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo said, "You're never right, you're habitually wrong, and you never feel that you're right! I don't want you to admit your mistakes! I don't want you to apologize!"

"Let's chat." Duan Feifei walked over.

"I don't talk!" Jiang Kuo roared, "I don't want you to understand me, I understand you! What I want is you not to do this again!"

Duan Feifei didn't speak, and wanted to give Jiang Kuo a hand.

Jiang Kuo raised his arm to block his hand.

Duan Feifei quickly grabbed his wrist again, and then pulled Jiang Kuo to his side. No matter what, he wanted Jiang Kuo to calm down first.

But when Jiang Kuo grabbed his wrist, he also clasped his wrist, then pulled his arm and turned around.

It was too late when Duan Feifei realized something was wrong.

Jiang Kuo threw him over his shoulder and threw him onto the sofa.

Duan Feifei bounced on the sofa twice, sighed, and didn't move any more, just raised his arms and rested them on his eyes.

Jiang Kuo stood beside the sofa, silent for a long time, and did not speak again.

Duan Feifei could only hear his breathing that had not yet calmed down.

"I didn't throw you to the ground, don't pretend to be dead." Jiang Kuo finally spoke.

"No," Duan Feifan said, and called him softly, "Jiang Kuo."

"En." Jiang Kuo responded.

Duan Feifei sat up, lowered his head and rubbed his face until he reached the place where Jiang Kuo's punch hit his face, and then quickly stopped.

Then he stood up and hugged Jiang Kuo.

"I'm sorry," Duan Feifei said, "First of all, I'm sorry for what I just said."

Jiang Kuo didn't make a sound.

"I don't know how to express it," Duan Feifei tightened his arms, "This is not what I want to say, I want to..."

The doorbell was suddenly rang, followed by another knock on the door.

"Fuck you, uncle." Duan Feifei gritted his teeth.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was taken aback, then laughed.

"It might be the police," Duan Feifei let go of his arm, "I'll go and have a look."

"Police?" Jiang Kuo was shocked, "How do you know?"

"According to my years of dealing with the old ladies downstairs, they usually do what they say," Duan Feifei looked out through the cat's eyes, "they are two policemen."

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo said.

"I opened the door." Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo looked at the part of his face that had become obviously red and swollen, with some abrasions.

Duan Feifei opened the door.

"Hello, we are the police in the area," said the policeman outside the door. "I just received a call from the residents of your building, saying that you have..."

The police saw the injuries on Duan Feifei's face: "Fighting and brawling."

"It's... us," Duan Feifei pointed to Jiang Kuo, "we fought."

The policeman looked at Jiang Kuo, and then at him: "Is it convenient for us to go in and have a look?"

"It's convenient," Duan Feifei stepped aside, "Please come in."

"Are you tenants?" The policeman stood at the door of the kitchen and the room and looked inside.

"Yes." Duan Feifei replied.

"If you have something to say, don't do anything," the policeman pointed at Duan Feifei's face, "Look at the wounds, what problem can a fight solve?"

"Are you injured?" Another policeman asked Jiang Kuo.

"No." Jiang Kuo shook his head.

"You see, it's not evenly matched," said the policeman. "What problem does that solve?"

Duan Feifei smiled: "Yes."

"If you get injured in a fight, you need to be treated, and if it's serious, you have to bear legal responsibility," the policeman said. "Even if it's not serious, it's still a nuisance to the people, right?"

"Understood," Duan Feifei said, "We will pay attention to it in the future."

The policeman went out after confirming that there was nothing wrong, and pointed at them before leaving: "Don't do it again, there is something to be reasonable."

"Hey, good." Duan Feifei nodded.

After closing the door, Duan Feifei watched the two policemen enter the elevator through the cat's eyes, and then turned around.

Jiang Kuo ignored him and went into the kitchen.

Duan Feifan followed in and saw Jiang Kuo pouring out the rice thrown back into the pot again.

He stood aside and watched silently.

"You don't need to talk to me now," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to listen to the words you coax me anymore. I probably shouldn't do it, but..."

"Good fight." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo paused for a moment, looked back at him, and resumed his work: "That's right, well played."

After pouring out the rice, Jiang Kuo probably forgot the "how to cook the rice to taste" that he checked earlier, and took out his phone to check it again, then washed the rice, and poured out the rice when pouring out the water If you go out, you can have one.

Jiang Kuo looked back at him.

"It's still edible," Duan Feifei said, "Just pick it up and take it back."

"It's all in that small bucket in that sink," Jiang Kuo was shocked in disgust, "Pick it back?"

"When I cleaned up the house, I washed and disinfected it," Duan Feifei said, "Just take out the little bucket and put it back in the pot."

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a while, reached out and took out the stainless steel strainer, then poured the rice into the bowl: "Let's wash these again."

He put the rice bowl under the faucet, and Duan Feifei tried to stop it when the water was boiling, but he didn't have time.

The water jet rushed out from the faucet and washed away half of the rice in the bowl on the spot, because the strainer had not been put back, and the rice went straight into the drain.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

"That's all," Duan Feifei said, "I can't do anything about it, sir."

Jiang Kuo stirred the remaining half of the rice in the bowl with his fingers to clean it, then carefully drained off the water and poured it back into the pot.

The next step is to add water to the pot. Compared with the water added at the position of the finger, Duan Feifei checked visually, and it should be okay.

The next thing is simple, put the pot into the rice cooker, cover it, plug it in, and press the cooking button.

Duan Feifei used to take out the stew that was packaged, and it was still warm when he brought it back. After the two of them fought... No, after Jiang Kuo finished beating him, the dish was already cold.

He found out the pot and bowl, the stove and the microwave worked together, and the dishes were heated up in no time.

When carrying the pot to the living room, Jiang Kuo asked, "Drink the soup with a pot?"

Duan Feifei went back to the kitchen, poured the soup into a glass soup bowl, and brought it out again.

After all the dishes were on the table, the rice just started to steam.

"Food first?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo washed his hands and sat down.

Duan Feifei sat in front of him: "Drink?"

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I want to drink that soup."

"Well," Duan Feifei took his bowl and poured him a bowl of soup, "This is said to be a signature, it smells pretty good."

Jiang Kuo lowered his head and took a sip.

"How is it?" Duan Feifei asked.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and looked up at him after a while: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Duan Feifei answered truthfully.

"Have you ever regretted it?" Jiang Kuo looked at the soup in the bowl, "It's fine if you didn't promise me that day."

"There is no way to regret this," Duan Feifei said, "If you want to regret it, you have to regret it from the second you like you."

Jiang Kuo looked up at him.

"I have never regretted it," Duan Feifei said, "I will do it all over again...it will still be like this."

"But you said it just now, you said that's why you didn't want me to know," Jiang Kuo said, "Is this a regret?"

Duan Feifei sighed softly, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Jiang Kuo: "That's what I thought before I spoke. I don't want you to know, and I don't know about you...but I just wanted to let you know. Yes, can you understand me? I don't want you to know, but when you ask me, I really want you to know."

"Understood." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"You didn't force me to do anything," Duan Feifan said, "All the decisions are made by myself. I think, I will do it. It's not your fault. I promised you because I thought."

"Are you habitually looking for reasons on yourself?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It doesn't count." Duan Feifei said.

"Why push me?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Duan Feifei looked at him for a long time before he realized what he meant, and was silent for a while before speaking: "I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Kuo frowned.

"I'm afraid you have to choose this kind of life because you like it," Duan Feifei said, "It's not a day or two, it's not a few months, it's a year, two years, maybe several years, you may feel that it's nothing, you are willing to..."

Jiang Kuo rested his chin and looked at him.

"But I would be afraid," Duan Feifei also looked at him, "If it wasn't for me, how could you have such a choice? Even if you wanted to."

"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo moved forward, "You still don't like me enough."

Duan Feifei couldn't control his eyebrows, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You don't like me to the point where you don't like me even if you feel sorry for me making such a choice," Jiang Kuo said, "You don't like me to the point of selfishness, you should think, don't let go, he is willing to be with you I live my life together, I don't poke him, I don't push him away, as long as he's by my side."

"That's why I don't like it enough." Duan Feifei said.

"Maybe, maybe it's just not selfish enough," Jiang Kuo said, "You can't accept me because you have become like you."

"I'm selfish enough," Duan Feifei looked at him, "I just stopped you because I was afraid that you would leave if you couldn't bear it."

Jiang Kuo was silent for a while: "I like to hear you say such things."

Duan Feifei sighed and rubbed his forehead. He felt that he could understand what Jiang Kuo said, but he didn't understand it very well.

"As for me," Jiang Kuo said, "I will do whatever I want, and I don't think too much. From your point of view, I have never considered anything from your point of view. I like you. I just do whatever I feel I should do.”

Do not reflect.

Jiang Kuo, don't reflect on yourself.

Duan Feifan looked at him.

"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo reached out and tapped on the back of his hand, "If I really walk away, what will happen to you? Will you be happy?"

will not.

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

"The kind of separate lives you want won't exist," Jiang Kuo said, "so you keep me out of your life, just to let me go away."

"I just don't want you to go through everything." Duan Feifei said.

"Want to try?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Try what?" Duan Feifei asked.

"If I've had enough, I'll tell you," Jiang Kuo said, "Anyway, if you keep blocking me like this now, I won't be able to stand it."

Duan Feifei frowned.

"Don't be so careful, I'm your boyfriend, not your responsibility," Jiang Kuo said, "That's why we fought today."

"You beat me unilaterally." Duan Feifei said.

"How?" Jiang Kuo smiled.

Duan Feifei took a deep breath, held it in for a while, and then slowly let it out.

"Okay," Duan Feifei looked at him, "When there is any 'don't want', tell me you 'don't want to'."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

In fact, it may not be possible to do it, neither of them may be able to do it, but at least there must be a conclusion, fights cannot be in vain, words cannot be in vain, no matter what, at least there is a direction.

Theoretically, this meal should be delicious, and they were indeed both hungry, and they ate up several dishes, but Duan Feifei didn't have much impression after eating.

"The rice is ready," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll have another bowl of rice."

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "Try your cooking."

"This is the first pot of rice I have cooked in my life." Jiang Kuo entered the kitchen and took out the entire rice cooker. "Can this one be opened directly?"

"Yes," Duan Feifei said, "this is without pressure."

"It's open!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

Duan Feifei raised his hands and clapped him.

Jiang Kuo opened the lid of the pot and took a look inside: "Damn!"

Duan Feifei hurried over and took a look. The rice was cooked well, as long as the ratio of rice to water was correct, it would be difficult for the rice cooker to overcook it.

"Isn't it good!" Jiang Kuo was a little proud.

"Awesome." Duan Feifei said.

"Is it a bit perfunctory?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Damn it!" Duan Feifei stood up abruptly, staring at the rice in the pot.

Jiang Kuo was taken aback: "Why?"

"Who cooked this?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "You?"

"Ah." Jiang Kuo didn't react.

"It's so damn good," Duan Feifei took the rice spoon, scooped a large spoonful of rice from the bowl, and put it into the bowl, "I can eat this rice..."

After the spoonful of rice was turned into the bowl, he saw that the rice underneath was runny.

"Three bowls." Duan Feifei insisted on finishing his sentence.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Kuo looked at the rice in his bowl, and scooped the pot twice with a rice spoon, and found that only the top of the pot of rice looked dry, but in fact, when he scooped it, it was all watery. "Is it possible to cook rice just like this? I put water according to the method."

"That might be the recipe for porridge." Duan Feifei said.

"Fart." Jiang Kuo said.

"Just save a little water," Duan Feifan said, "Different types of rice eat different water. This pot probably belongs to the landlord, or it may be the fault of the pot."

"What should I do?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's edible, it's already cooked." Duan Feifei tasted it, "It will be firmer when it cools down, and I'll cook it next time. I'll bring a pot over here."

"I won't eat." Jiang Kuo put down the bowl.

"This is the first pot of rice you have cooked in your life," Duan Feifei said, "Don't you want to try it?"

"I have a lot of number one things in my life," Jiang Kuo said, "You are still the first boyfriend in my life, don't you just beat me up, let's just leave it at that."

Duan Feifei clicked his tongue and took a few mouthfuls of rice.

After dinner, Jiang Kuo is going to set off fireworks.

The two of them squatted in front of the bag of fireworks and picked some, packed them in a small bag, and went to the small square of the community together.

Although the market has already opened and many people have started to go to work, but the New Year is not over yet, there are still many people setting off fireworks in the small square.

"Let's take care of the place first." Duan Feifei took out the biggest firework and put it on the ground.

"I'll order." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes." Duan Feifei took out the lighter and handed it to him.

Jiang Kuo went over to light it, and when the fuze hissed and sparked and shortened, he quickly backed up to Duan Feifan and covered his ears.

Duan Feifei glanced at him and pulled his hand away: "This is fireworks, not a cannon."

"...subconsciously." Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue and put down his hand.

This firework was recommended by that elder brother to Jiang Kuo, and it is shiny silver.

Really shiny silver.

Several beams of silver light shot up one after another, forming one piece, like a small silver waterfall constantly flashing, followed by the second layer, which was higher than the previous ones, and the silver light was even bigger.

After the two-story silver waterfall sprayed out, many children in the square surrounded them, shouting excitedly.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo said, "It's so pretty."

After a while, several beams of silver light shot out again, rushing straight to a high place, exploding a piece of silver sparks, lighting up the black night sky, and the children around cheered.

"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo leaned into Duan Feifan's ear, "I really, really like you."

Duan Feifei turned his head and looked at him: "I really like you too."

Jiang Kuo hugged him and whispered in his ear: "I know what you're thinking, don't think too far, okay, I'm right here."

Duan Feifei froze slightly, but quickly hugged him tightly.

"Okay," Duan Feifei also whispered, "I'm here too."

"Any plans for tomorrow?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Pack a bunch of sauced beef," Duan Feifei laughed halfway through speaking, "If you are bored, you can come and help."

"We'll talk when we get up," Jiang Kuo said, "and then?"

"Go horseback riding," Duan Feifei said, "I'll make an appointment the day after tomorrow."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo smiled.