San Fu

Their fireworks tonight are the most arrogant in this community, with many tricks and a long time. Compared with those played by other children, they are not in the same order of magnitude.

Not only are the fireworks arrogant, but Duan Feihua is also very arrogant. This community is relatively large, so there are three venues for setting off firecrackers and fireworks.

He also recruited all the children watching the fireworks, and all the children knew that his name was Duan Yingjun.

A little boy even moved to three venues with them.

When Duan Feifei set off the last big firework, he took the lighter and tossed it, then pinched and pointed at the little boy.

The little boy took a step back.

"Let it go?" Duan Feifei shouted.

The little boy nodded, but shook his head immediately.

"Come here," Duan Feifei shouted again, "Today is the last one, go and let it go."

The little boy hesitated for a moment, then walked over slowly, staring at the fireworks on the ground over there.

"Will it work?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Yes." said the little boy.

Duan Feifan put the lighter in his hand: "Go."

The little boy squatted down, pressed the lighter, and lit the fuse.

Then squat there and wait.

"You are short-sighted." Duan Feifei stepped over in two steps, grabbed him by the collar and lifted him back to his lap.

Today's last firework is not a silver sparkle, but a colorful popular model. Twenty or thirty large flower balls are shot into the sky continuously, like a small firework show.

The little boy was so excited, his head bobbed back and forth from bottom to top following each spark.

"Where is your home?" Duan Feifei knelt down and asked him after the fireworks were set off.

The little boy lowered his head in embarrassment: "I don't live here."

"Where do you live?" Duan Feifei asked, "Where are your family members?"

"My grandpa wants to visit the shop," said the little boy, "I came here by myself. My grandpa and I live in the street behind."

"Your father..." Jiang Kuo had just said two words when Duan Feifei flicked him on his calf, so he shut up.

"Tomorrow I will set off fireworks next to the small garden," Duan Feifei said, "If you come, I will leave three for you."

"Come on," said the little boy.

"Do you remember my name?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Duan handsome." The little boy replied.

"Yes." Duan Feifei nodded, "Go back, it's too late."

After the little boy ran away, Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifan: "Does he have no parents?"

"At least he's not around normally," Duan Feifan said, "He said he lived with grandpa on the street behind, not the street behind his grandpa's house, he should live with grandpa."

"Maybe the way of expression is different." Jiang Kuo realized that Duan Feifan probably remembered his childhood.

"Not only the words, but also the eyes, the movements, I'm so timid," Duan Feifei picked up the fireworks left on the ground into the bag, put his arms around Jiang Kuo, "Let's go."

"That's not necessarily true," Jiang Kuo said, "Then you see."

Duan Feifei laughed: "My personalities are different. I have the same shell and the same flesh. Looking at the lord of the market, I am actually afraid of this and that in my heart."

"Then are you a shell or a flesh?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

Duan Feifei glanced at him: "What do you think?"

"I think it's mixed together," Jiang Kuo sighed, "I should see the flesh, but the part without the shell doesn't seem to be you anymore."

"No one will have shells without flesh, only flesh without shell," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "You also have shells and flesh."

But it's all transparent.

"Go buy some ice cream." Jiang Kuo said halfway back, "I want to eat ice cream."

"Isn't there a leftover in the refrigerator that you gnawed?" Duan Feifei recalled after speaking, "Oh, you don't eat leftovers."

"I didn't eat it, I scooped it up with a spoon," Jiang Kuo said, "but it is indeed left over."

"It's okay to eat, but it's also a problem to eat ice cream." Duan Feifei clicked his tongue, "Let's go, buy another one, buy a small one."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "If you're going to pass by the pharmacy, buy some kind of rubbing paste, and get rid of the bruise on your face."

"No," Duan Feifei touched, "Let's stay for a few days."

"Are you picking something?" Jiang Kuo squinted at him, "Let the old man see it and say I hit him."

Duan Feifei laughed: "He can't believe it."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Who! Can punch Duan Feifei in the face!" Duan Feifan said.

"How did the hero of the nursing school come about?" Jiang Kuo said, "People can not only punch you in the face, but they can also slash you in circles."

"Don't mention this shit," Duan Feifan said, "It's hard for me to fight Lu Haobo again."

"It's me." Jiang Kuo patted him on the back, "Whenever he provokes me again, give him a punch in the face."

"Farewell," Duan Feifei said, "This embarrassing treatment is exclusively for me."

Jiang Kuo sighed.

When passing by the pharmacy, Jiang Kuo seemed to remember something and paused.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.

"My..." Jiang Kuo looked into the pharmacy.

"Which one are you?" Duan Feifei already understood what he wanted to say, but he was still a little embarrassed to talk about such issues in front of the drugstore.

"I bought it that day, did you pack it up?" Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't see it, didn't you throw it away?"

"What did you buy?" Duan Feifei walked forward with his arms around his shoulders.

"Work tools." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing: "Is it a broom? Or a rag?"

"Okay, I'll use a broom tonight." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Hey hey," Duan Feifei shook his shoulders, "I can't bear it."

"You may not be able to carry it without a broom," Jiang Kuo said.

"Oh." Duan Feifei said.

Then they both fell silent.

After a while, Jiang Kuo said, "Why are you silent?"

"Thinking too much." Duan Feifei bent over and pulled his pants in his jacket pocket.

Jiang Kuo burst into laughter: "A person who is about to be cleaned up can still be so excited."

"Isn't that never cleaned up before?" Duan Feifei said, "My mind is full of scenes of me cleaning you up."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"Aren't you tearing your pants?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I'm wearing sweatpants." Jiang Kuo said, "Loose."

The shops on the street are already open, and there are many more choices of ice cream, but Jiang Kuo is indeed very picky. After going to three supermarkets, there is no ice cream he likes, so he just took a tri-color cup casually.

"That's it?" Duan Feifei said, "You don't need to go out just in this community."

"I took it after looking around and couldn't pick it out," Jiang Kuo said.

"Take this," Duan Feifei took out a Haagen-Dazs, "the small supermarket in this neighborhood doesn't have it."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Do you want to eat?"

"No," Duan Feifei said, "I respect winter very much."

"...OK." Jiang Kuo said.

After leaving the supermarket, Jiang Kuo started to eat ice cream. When he returned to the community, the ice cream had already been eaten. He rubbed his belly: "My belly is full of ice."

"I'll touch it." Duan Feifei reached into Jiang Kuo's clothes and quickly tapped it lightly, "Are your hands cold?"

"It's hot." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei touched his stomach: "Fuck, it's really cold, you'll have a stomachache soon."

"Not so squeamish." Jiang Kuo rubbed his stomach, "When I was a kid, I could eat a bucket of ice cream by myself, nothing shit."

"When I was young, I could eat two catties of sauced beef." Duan Feifei said.

"...I'm hungry." Jiang Kuo said.

"Eat me later." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo turned his head abruptly.

Duan Feifei couldn't understand it, he didn't know how he said such a sentence, and it was too late to blush, he looked at Jiang Kuo: "I may have a blow."

Jiang Kuo couldn't stop laughing, and had fun while waiting for the elevator.

When the aunt downstairs came in from outside and stood behind them and waited for the elevator, Jiang Kuo was still laughing, looked back, and was amused for a while.

"Crazy," the aunt said, "If you two go crazy today, the police will still come!"

"The two of us will dismantle the bed in a while." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

After entering the house, Duan Feifei hadn't changed his shoes yet, Jiang Kuo had already taken off his shoes and took off his coat, and was walking around the room: "Where's the stuff?"

"It's in the drawer under the coffee table." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo opened the drawer, took something, rushed over and hugged him: "Xiao Duan."

"En." Duan Feifei kissed him on the lips, threw the coat in his hand on the sofa, and touched his waist with his hands.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, just kissed him, and the two slowly walked towards the bedroom.

The bed should still be quite firm, Jiang Kuo pushed him onto the bed hard, jumped up and straddled him, then tore off his clothes with a wave of his hand, the bed only creaked, and there was no more nonsense.

"Duan Feifan." Jiang Kuo pressed against his ear, his voice was low, and his skin was hot.

"En." Duan Feifei turned his head and kissed his earlobe.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, just paused for two seconds before continuing.

"Are your ears itchy again?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo's hair brushed against his face in interlaced breaths, "almost paralyzed."

Duan Feifei smiled, and when Jiang Kuo's hand touched his body, the laughter was interrupted.

The moonlight tonight is very good, like the fireworks they set off in the small square, the silver glistening coolness is wrapped in warmth by the indoor temperature, the panting overlaps with the occasional wind blowing outside the window, bringing out a majestic momentum .

It was indeed a fierce battle.bed thought.

Can't hear what they're saying.

They should be talking, humming, but because of the pillow and quilt, they can't hear clearly.

The kind of pain and joy.

A bed can support the weight of two people, but if it cannot be shaken all the time, the bed for the elderly will be a little hard.

For a while, there was some rest time, although it was very short.

At least I can survive until the end of the battle.

"Go down." Duan Feifei lay on the pillow, tilted his head, and whispered.

"I don't want to move." Jiang Kuo rested his chin on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

"It's been moving for a long time, isn't it bad?" Duan Feifei said, "You are not light, Uncle Kuo."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo turned over slowly reluctantly, pulled a pillow from the side and leaned on it, turned to look at Duan Feifan, "How is it?"

"...No, do you still have to give a speech on this matter?" Duan Feifei said.

"Well," Jiang Kuo rubbed against him, the bed made a series of creaking noises, he sighed, "This bed is not good, it feels bad after just a while?"

"You are too fierce." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Continue." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's too fierce," Duan Feifei said, "It hurts."

Jiang Kuo looked at him and waited for a while before calling out, "It's gone?"

"Brilliant." Duan Feifei squeezed his chin, "Master Xingchuiping Yekuo is awesome."

"How much it hurts..." Jiang Kuo said halfway, a little embarrassed, and cleared his throat, "It's a little bit, but..."

"But very happy." Duan Feifei said.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo sniffed and looked at him, "You have a nice voice."

"What?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Just when...," Jiang Kuo said, "it sounds good."

"Fuck," Duan Feifei pressed his face into the pillow, his voice muffled, "You really don't know what it means to be embarrassed."

Jiang Kuo smiled happily: "That's no good, it's still worse than you. At least I'm ashamed to knock on the door in the hallway and ask people to eat sauced beef."

"Can these two be compared?" Duan Feifei touched his waist and squeezed it.

"Yes, it's just the two of us now," Jiang Kuo said, "The sauced beef is from the dormitory on the first floor."

Duan Feifei laughed for a long time, turned his head and sighed: "I'm going to take a bath."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Clean up." Duan Feifei said.

"Pack what?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Put the pillows away and fold the quilt, tear the sheets, change them if they get dirty..." Duan Feifei got up and got out of bed, took a piece of clothing and tied it around his waist.

"Is it necessary to be so... reserved?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"The curtains in the living room are open, brother." Duan Feifei said.

"Oh." Jiang Kuo lay on the bed and yawned, "I don't want to clean up."

"At that moment I dragged my broken body to clean up." Duan Feifei walked out of the bedroom.

Before halfway to the living room, I heard Jiang Kuo talking in the bedroom: "Get me a cup first..."

Then there was a bang.

Jiang Kuo's voice disappeared instantly.

When Duan Feifei rushed back to the bedroom, the clothes tied around his waist fell off and he didn’t care about it. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw that the bed was crooked. Half of the mattress at the head of the bed was sunk in the bed. Jiang Kuo supported the bed with his hands He looked at him in shock with his half body hanging in the air.

"How did you do this?" Duan Feifei hurried over and pulled him off the bed.

"I just turned over!" Jiang Kuo stared at the half-collapsed bed in front of him, "I really turned over!"

"This bed...should be a bit old, but..." Duan Feifan patted Jiang Kuo on the shoulder, "It's amazing, Jiang Xiaokuo."

"Fuck," Jiang Kuo walked back and forth by the bed twice, "What should I do?"

"It should be that the beam in the middle is loose or broken," Duan Feifan said, "It can be repaired if nothing happens, you put on your clothes first."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Counting down to dozens," Duan Feifan also casually took Jiang Kuo's nightgown and put it on, "The downstairs is about to knock on the door and curse at people. If she doesn't come, the police will come."

"Did the police let her waste it like this!" Jiang Kuo walked to the toilet, "I'm too lazy to wear it, I'll go hide for a while."

"So she might come by herself." Duan Feifei watched him walk through the living room with no curtains and lights on, naked.

As soon as he went to draw the curtains, the door was slammed shut.

Duan Feifei opened the door, and Jiang Kuo could still hear the aunt's voice even when he closed the door and turned on the shower in the bathroom. He was very angry, thinking that they were trying to anger her on purpose.

It is indeed very similar, after all, he also said that he wanted to tear down the bed.

Gee.

Only Duan Feifan could handle this kind of situation. If he didn't even know how to open the door, Duan Feifan would not only open the door, but also chat with the aunt in a leisurely manner amidst her scolding.

When Jiang Kuo came out of the shower, the aunt had already left.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "Auntie said that the wooden square below should be broken. There is a small furniture store at the back door of the community. You can go there and find a wooden square to replace."

"...How did you do it?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Let's talk nonsense," Duan Feifei entered the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower, you don't need to tidy up the bed, take out the mattress later, and sleep on the mattress first tonight."

"You let her into the bedroom?" Jiang Kuo poked his head into the bathroom.

"No, how can it be," Duan Feifan said, "the condoms are still on the ground."

"...I'll clean it up." Jiang Kuo closed the door.

After sleeping in a quadruple room without air conditioning at school, Jiang Kuo experienced the first time in his life that he slept directly on a mattress on the ground. After the lights were turned off, it was no different from when there were bed legs.

And I don't know if it feels very solid and there is no sound, he also feels that he sleeps very soundly.

Of course, it is also possible that the labor is too hard.

He didn't wake up when Duan Feifei got up in the morning, and when Duan Feifei woke him up and told him to go back to Niu Sandao first, he almost got angry, and then he realized that it was his own request.

"Can you still work?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"... Yes," Duan Feifei felt helpless, "Why don't you ask me if I can still ride a horse?"

"Can you still ride a horse?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

"Go to sleep." Duan Feifei patted his face.

Jiang Kuo didn't get up until after noon, and there was an extraordinary message on his mobile phone, asking him what he had for lunch, and asking him if he was awake, and finally said that if he was hungry, he would call him.

Jiang Kuo didn't call, and drove directly to the market.

When Niu Sandao was approaching, someone called him from behind: "Jiang Kuo!"

He turned around and saw Ding Zhe behind him: "Why are you here?"

"Shouldn't I ask you?" Ding Zhe said, "I thought I was wrong. I just saw a touch of green when I crossed the street—— I entered the gate."

"I'll come..." Jiang Kuo couldn't think of a suitable reason for a while.

"I'm here to eat too," Ding Zhe said, shaking the bag in his hand in front of his eyes, "Barbecue, you haven't eaten barbecue at his house, have you?"

"No." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yijue," Ding Zhe patted his arm, "Let's go."

The courier car was parked in the back passage, and Duan Feifei was putting the packaged sauced beef on the car with his brother.

Seeing the door that Jiang Kuo and Ding Zhe entered together, he was stunned: "Here we are."

"Auntie—" Ding Zhe went to the kitchen, "I brought meat——to barbecue—"

"What should I do?" Jiang Kuo quickly approached Duan Feifei, "Should I buy a bottle of wine?"

"It's not that particular," Duan Feifei smiled, "He buys what he likes, so don't worry about it."

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded, and stood beside him, watching Duan Feifei work.

After a while Ding Zhe came out, picked up a box and began to help put it on the car.

Gee.

It's not that Jiang Kuo doesn't want to help, it's just that Duan Feifan and the courier brother cooperate perfectly, and he can't get in.

But after seeing Ding Zhe join in so smoothly and naturally, he was a little upset.

The old aunt came out, looked around, and beckoned to Jiang Kuo: "Jiang Kuo, go and buy me a bottle of soy sauce. It's in the small shop in front. I'll use it."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo immediately turned around and left.

"Here's your money!" the old aunt shouted.

"Yes!" Jiang Kuo said.

"I'll give it to him." Duan Feifei said.

There are many kinds of soy sauce. When Jiang Kuo stood at the door and asked the boss if he had any soy sauce, the boss pointed back. There was a shelf behind, and the two floors were filled with soy sauce.

"Help me get a bottle." Jiang Kuo said.

"Go in and pick." The boss said.

"I don't understand either," Jiang Kuo said, "Just get me a bottle."

"You go in and pick the expensive one," said the boss, "bring it over and pay the bill."

Jiang Kuo felt that the boss was a little baffled, but he entered the store under fire, took a bottle from the shelf that looked better, went back to the door and put the bottle in front of the boss: "Check out."

"Is your phone still there?" the boss asked in a low voice.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, touched his pocket, and was stunned: "My phone..."

"Someone stole it," the boss frowned, suppressing his voice, "I just let you in, but you didn't!"

"Which way are you going?" Jiang Kuo asked, "What clothes are you wearing?"

The boss glanced to the left: "Blue, stop chasing, they have a group."

Jiang Kuo didn't care about anything else, turned around and chased to the left. It's no big deal if the phone is lost, but there are still photos and videos in the phone that haven't been automatically backed up.

But after chasing to the left to the gate of Niusandao, he didn't see the person in blue clothes.

"Where's the soy sauce?" Duan Feifan probably finished moving the goods and was standing at the door.

"My phone was stolen," Jiang Kuo felt his throat tighten, "I haven't backed up any photos or videos..."

"What's the matter?" Ding Zhe came out after chewing on the sauced beef.

Duan Feifei took a knife sharpening stick from under the desk: "I'll get it, I know who it is."