San Fu

not easy.

From childhood to adulthood, Fei Fei had heard a lot of these three fields. Many of the aunts, uncles, and grandpas in the market had said these three words to him.

not easy.

Duan Feifan didn't have much experience at first, and stubbornly thought it was like saying "this kid really looks like Dad" when there is nothing to praise other people's children, or even perfunctory cuteness can't be said.

Perfunctory and empty sympathy. After all, the parents are divorced and the father is in jail. It will be difficult for the children.

No one really wants to know why and what is not easy.

And Duan Feifei also stubbornly thinks that there is nothing difficult for him. He still has a grandmother who loves him and an old uncle's family who treats him like his own son. What is not difficult?It's easy.

It took him many years to come back to his senses.

All his "advantages" in the eyes of others may come from that "difficulty".

He looked at Boss Jiang, didn't speak, just lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

When Mr. Jiang said this, he was different from many people. He didn't have a tone of emotion, but a subtle affirmation, as if telling him, I know it's not easy for you.

Although for him, it has been more than ten years since his mother left home, and his father is about to be released from prison, it seems that there is not much meaning in summarizing and confirming all these.

He still felt a little warm in his heart because of Boss Jiang's attitude.

Jiang Kuo and Mr. Jiang are very similar in this point, which makes him feel like a father and son.

Of course, other aspects are different.

Jiang Kuo is much gentler than Mr. Jiang, maybe because he has experienced far less than Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Jiang does not have a father who is so committed to placing insiders by his side and pampering him all the time.

"Do you often come here to eat?" Mr. Jiang asked, "I think the boss knows you very well."

"Yeah," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'm familiar with this film, and I know almost every store I go to."

"Your father...is he here before?" Mr. Jiang asked while eating, "Yes! This braised pork is good."

"Niu Sandao was made by my father and my uncle together before." Duan Feifei took the spoon and put a bowl of soup in front of him, "It was my uncle's family later on."

"Then your online store," Mr. Jiang said, "Is it because you think your father will have something to do when he comes out?"

Duan Feifei paused for a moment with his hand scooping up soup: "Yes."

"Aren't you going back to the current store to do it together?" Boss Jiang asked again.

"My dad's character..." Duan Feifei sighed softly, "I probably won't be willing, after all, my uncle has been managing this shop all these years, and also provided for me to eat, drink and go to school."

"That's right, if he comes out, you can't let the old man pay for your expenses," Mr. Jiang glanced at him, "Then whether it's for him or yourself, you have to have income."

"Yes." Duan Feifei nodded.

Mr. Jiang's thinking was very clear and sharp, which made him feel a little embarrassed when he was always fearless in chatting with people.

"Then I know why Jiang Kuo is so active in building this restaurant." Mr. Jiang said, "Is this braised pork their signature dish? It's delicious. I've been controlling my diet for a long time, and I haven't eaten such delicious meat for a long time. "

Duan Feifei was still stuck in his first sentence, and almost didn't understand the latter sentence, he was taken aback before answering: "These dishes I ordered are all their signature dishes. His family has been open for more than ten years. Several dishes have not changed, and the old customers who come here eat this taste."

Mr. Jiang nodded and didn't talk about this topic again. He just chatted with him casually while eating, such as childhood things, how was school, interesting things in the market, and occasionally talked about his previous projects. Strange people and strange things that happened in time.

"Jiang Kuo doesn't like to hear me say these things. Both of them are like birds," Mr. Jiang sighed. "Sometimes I say a few words at the dinner table about company affairs and project affairs, and the two of them suddenly eat very strangely." serious."

Duan Feifei laughed.

"Maybe there will be pressure," he thought for a while, "Well, if you can't get along, you have to go home and inherit the pressure of the big group."

Boss Jiang laughed too, and sighed again after taking a sip of the soup.

"I can't count on them," Mr. Jiang said. "You've met his sister. She's more ambitious than anyone else at such a young age. No one will take her."

"It's cool," Duan Feifei said, "and quite independent."

"That's true, better than Jiang Kuo," Mr. Jiang mentioned Jiang, with a satisfied smile on his face, "Jiang Kuo, it's a pity that you don't need him to manage the company, let him do it. Well, he can't do it either, any of the few assistants I bring is better than him."

Not so.

Isn't Shang's project just because your assistant didn't handle it neatly?

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

"The family has the conditions to let him mess around, and I don't want to stop him too much. I'm angry too, so let's do it when I'm done," Mr. Jiang said, "So..."

Mr. Jiang paused.

Duan Feifei immediately followed this pause and became a little nervous.

Mr. Jiang didn't come to chat with him, he seemed to be rambling, but he would always come back to the topic suddenly.

"If he wants to set up a store by himself, I don't care at all. He can play when he wants to play, and he has enough money on hand to play. If he loses everything, he will lose everything." Mr. Jiang looked at him, "But Your situation is different, you don’t come out with money to experience entrepreneurial life, you just want to live.”

Duan Feifei listened silently. Mr. Jiang had already said this once, and now he mentioned it again. It could be seen that Mr. Jiang was really worried that Jiang Kuo would trick him with his mentality of playing tricks.

Unexpectedly, Boss Jiang would have the same worries as the old uncle.

Although he should thank Boss Jiang for worrying about him.

But still couldn't hold back his click.

It is understandable that the old uncle has no confidence in Jiang Kuo. As a real father, Mr. Jiang is actually like this.

In fact, he himself didn't think of opening a shop with Jiang Kuo at the beginning, and Jiang Kuo even made him a little embarrassed after he started it on his own, but he never thought about it, he just didn't want Jiang Kuo to suffer extra hardship.

Mr. Jiang was a little surprised by this tut, and stopped to look at him.

"Boss Jiang," Duan Feifei was also a little embarrassed, "Then what...the roast chicken at his house is delicious, try it."

"Let's talk." Mr. Jiang said.

"What?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"Dare you dare to say it?" Mr. Jiang smiled.

Duan Feifei put down his chopsticks, and smiled: "Thank you Mr. Jiang for being so considerate of me, but I don't think Jiang Kuo is the kind of person who doesn't take things seriously. It's true that he is interested, but he will still want to do whatever he wants to do." Done."

"The evaluation is so high," President Jiang also clicked his tongue, picked up a piece of roast chicken, and looked up at him after eating slowly, "It's okay to say that, but many things will change if emotions are mixed in. "

Duan Feifei felt that all the fine hairs on his body stood up at this moment, and the thick winter clothes could not suppress them, and the pores also opened up at the same time.

Shouted in unison: Wanling—or coming—

After Mr. Jiang finished speaking, he didn't bring another sentence that the roast chicken is delicious as a buffer, but put the words in front of Duan Feifei so simply and neatly.

Duan Feifei had to answer.

And he didn't know how to answer, Mr. Jiang's words were clear but vague, forcing him to bump into himself.

He has to give himself a buffer.

He collected himself and said calmly: "How can there be anything that can be done without emotion?"

Mr. Jiang leaned back and laughed out loud.

It was quite loud, and the people at the next table all glanced over here.

"Good boy," Mr. Jiang looked out the window with a smile, then turned back, "I can't even take it anymore."

Duan Feifei buried his head and ate two pieces of braised pork to calm down.

"Don't be so defensive." President Jiang said.

"...No." Duan Feifei said vaguely.

"Actually, I don't plan to care so much. I didn't come here to inquire or ask for trouble." Mr. Jiang looked at him and smiled, but his tone was very gentle and his speech was not fast. "I'm just curious. , Jiang Kuo grew up so big, he didn't have two friends, and his classmates didn't hang out, so he lived a very comfortable life, but in our opinion, he was somewhat lonely..."

Duan Feifei swallowed the braised pork and looked up at Mr. Jiang.

"Half a year," Mr. Jiang raised his hand and wanted to make a gesture to indicate half a year, but he couldn't find a suitable gesture after gesticulating for a long time, so he gave up. Allowing others to sit in the back seat of his car, and..."

Mr. Jiang found a suitable gesture this time and made a hugging gesture.

Duan Feifei almost didn't suppress the eyebrows he wanted to raise.

Sure enough, you can still see it in the rearview mirror.

"Tell me," Mr. Jiang didn't lean any further, leaning his elbows on the table and leaning towards him, "Will I be curious? Not only curious, but also worried."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded, looking at him leaning on the edge of the table.

"You are indeed different," Mr. Jiang said, "It is different from the children I have seen with such a growth background, and you are quite a good child."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Duan Feifei said.

"It's a little too good." Mr. Jiang said again.

Duan Feifei wanted to take back the previous sentence, but unfortunately there is no undo button.

"I don't care about Jiang Kuo's affairs," Mr. Jiang said, "I don't make any statement. I just hope that this store with emotional factors will not become a burden for you in the future. I also hope that you can grasp the direction. Don't let Jiang Kuo screw up this store."

"I understand," Duan Feifei said, "I see."

"Why do you want to learn gardening?" Mr. Jiang suddenly changed the subject.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei was stunned for a long time, "My aunt has friends who can introduce jobs to her."

"It's that simple?" Mr. Jiang asked, "Is there no other reason, hobbies or something, just because there will be a job then?"

"Yes, I don't have any... hobbies, and I didn't want to go to college at first," Duan Feifei said, "My uncle won't let me."

"Your uncle is right," Mr. Jiang said, "You still have to study."

Duan Feifan admired Mr. Jiang's double-standard behavior very much.

"You need to learn something about management. If you are in my company..." Mr. Jiang looked regretful, "Then..."

"It's still... let's go." Duan Feifei said.

"Huh?" Mr. Jiang was stunned, "So direct?"

"No, Mr. Jiang," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'm still very clear about how much I weigh."

"Just a word," Mr. Jiang waved his hand, "but you are not good at this point. If you want to change, you must first affirm yourself and accept yourself."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, hesitated for a moment, looked at Mr. Jiang's elbow, and finally pointed, "Mr. Jiang, the table is not very clean."

Mr. Jiang quickly raised his arm and looked at his sleeve: "It's oily, why didn't you remind me earlier."

"I didn't find an opportunity." Duan Feifei said.

Mr. Jiang laughed: "Are you a little afraid of me?"

"Yes." Duan Feifei replied sincerely.

Mr. Jiang sighed: "Don't be afraid, I'm not here to give you 200 million."

Duan Feifei paused for two seconds, then lowered his head and laughed, unable to stop.

"Don't tell Jiang Kuo about this," Mr. Jiang said, "I didn't plan to do anything about it at first, just talk to me to be more practical. If he finds out, it will easily cause family conflicts."

"I know," Duan Feifei said, "I won't tell him."

Duan Feifei basically didn't eat much for this meal, and Mr. Jiang didn't eat much because he was controlling his diet. When he finally left, Mr. Jiang asked the waiter to pack it.

"Don't waste it." He said, "You take it back."

"En." Duan Feifei responded.

Jiang Kuo never had leftovers when he ate, and if he accidentally had leftovers, he would pack them up, even though he didn't eat them himself.

Returning to the parking lot with the leftovers, Mr. Jiang looked at Jiang Kuo's car inside: "Is his car parked here now?"

"The school was closed last semester," Duan Feifan said, "now it is less open, there is a roof to park here, and the school's parking lot is open-air."

"Oh," President Jiang nodded and opened the car door, "Go back, I'm leaving."

"Are you going home or..." Duan Feifei asked, if Mr. Jiang wanted to look for Jiang Kuo when he turned around, he would be really embarrassed to pick him up right away.

"I still have something to do, the driver is still waiting for me at the hotel, so I have to drive overnight," Mr. Jiang said, "I didn't come here specifically to find you."

"Boss Jiang has worked hard." Duan Feifei said.

"I see you've worked hard," Boss Jiang waved his hand, "Hurry up and go back, don't watch me off, go back and eat something, I'm hungry for a meal."

Duan Feifan still insisted on watching him off, but he didn't watch him for too long. Mr. Jiang turned a corner after driving out of the parking lot and couldn't see him.

He didn't take the leftovers back to the store, he was completely confused at the moment, and really didn't want to bother to make up a story about the leftovers for the old uncle and the others.

He gave the leftovers to Uncle Huang, and sat on the small stool at the door of the duty room for a while.

It wasn't until now that he slowly regained his strength. The scene of the meal before, and the emotions of every minute and every second, began to slowly return.

He began to repeatedly recall every sentence of Mr. Jiang, every sentence of himself.

It took at least 10 minutes to relive the complex emotions of being on a roller coaster...no, like a flying squirrel in the forest.

Then he rubbed his face and stood up slowly.

The mobile phone has the location sent by Jiang Kuo half an hour ago. The restaurant where Tang Li treats guests is not too far away, but it is still a little distance to walk there.

He hesitated for a moment, and drove Jiang Kuo's car in the past.

In fact, it's okay to take a taxi or sweep a taxi, but now he just wants to sit in Jiang Kuo's car.

As if looking for some kind of peace of mind.

He closed the car door and let out a long and soft breath.

The little compass he gave Jiang Kuo was still hanging on the air outlet. He reached out to touch it, and then leaned over to smell it. Jiang Kuo sprayed the perfume he gave when he bought clothes on it, and now he can't smell it anymore. .

Nonsense, it happened last semester.

He smiled.

[Instructions are as follows] I'm in the underground parking lot next to the hotel

Jiang Kuo looked at the message on his phone and quickly nodded a few times.

【JK921】We're on our way, waiting for the bill

Tang Li didn't have any other reason to treat guests today, but felt that other dormitories often hang out together, and the relationship between their dormitories should not be too loose, so he decided to take them out for a meal.

This reason made Jiang Kuo a little embarrassed. After all, he and 107 and the sophomore seniors did a lot of things together.

"Thank you Tang Li for today," Li Zirui rubbed his stomach, "After the Chinese New Year, I feel hungry for at least two months, especially the cafeteria is not full of oil and water. Today I feel good."

"We can come out to play more in the future," Tang Li was also very happy, "Jiang Kuo, you should also participate in our dormitory activities more."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

As soon as he said this, when everyone left the hotel and wanted to walk back to school together, Jiang Kuo immediately found an excuse to leave the dormitory for activities.

I am very sorry for Tang Li's painstaking efforts, but he has already seen his boyfriend standing under a telephone pole ten meters away. This kind of motivation to leave the dormitory activities is really too great.

A few people from the dormitory crossed the street, Jiang Kuo turned around, Duan Feifei walked over slowly, with a smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Duan." Jiang Kuo opened his arms.

Duan Feifei glanced in the direction where the few people left, and came over to hug him.

"Did you come here by car?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifei said, "Have you been drinking?"

"No drink," Jiang Kuo let go of him, and then reached out to touch his face, "Why, don't you open it?"

"I don't want to drive," Duan Feifei said, "I just want to watch you drive."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "you've been nasty all day today."

Duan Feifei laughed: "Is it so nasty to be honest?"

"It's okay, I can bear it," Jiang Kuo said, "Are you a little tired?"

"Not tired," Duan Feifei touched his face, "Do you look at me as if I'm tired?"

"Like," Jiang Kuo pinched his chin and turned his face towards the streetlight and looked again, "It looks a little tired."

It seems that Mr. Jiang is still very powerful.

"Maybe a little?" Duan Feifei said, "I've been walking for the past two days."

"Then go back." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei immediately recognized the meaning behind his words: "Do you have any plans?"

"No." Jiang Kuo said.

"I don't want to go back yet," Duan Feifei said, "Do you have any plans?"

Jiang Kuo looked at him for a while, then smiled: "Did you hear something?"

"Yes." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Do you know there's an open-air cinema here?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I don't know," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Where is it?"

"I stumbled upon it by accident today. A lot of couples check in there. It's a romantic place to fall in love. Looking at the address, it seems to be right here, the one on Bar Street." Jiang Kuo took out his phone and clicked on it, "Don't you do you know?"

"You still want to be romantic... Bar Street is not far from here," Duan Feifei looked at, "but I really don't know what kind of open-air theater this is. There is something about this movie that I don't know about? Let's go!"

Jiang Kuo drove there according to the address on the punch card, but soon arrived at the bar street, but he didn't find the open-air theater after going around, and the location was always close and inaccessible.

As a local expert, Duan Feifei just kept staring at him from the passenger seat without saying a word.

Jiang Kuo parked the car on the side of the road and turned to look at him.

"Here?" Duan Feifei asked.

"If you keep staring at me for a while, we won't be able to arrive tomorrow morning." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei turned his head and took a look outside, and smiled: "Okay, let me see where this is... There really isn't any place in this film that can have a movie theater... Wait."

Duan Feifei thought for a while: "Let me drive it, I think of a place that might be there."

Bar Street is a semi-circular street, with demolished buildings and some vacant land in the middle. There will be street stalls and markets on weekends. Although Duan Feifei can hardly believe it, there is only there.

He made a half-circle with the car and drove into the clearing from a small road.

A screen in front of them just appeared in front of them.

"...Damn," Jiang Kuo was stunned, put down the car window and stretched his head out to have a look, "This is really... a standard open-air cinema."

A screen, several stalls selling barbecue, and one selling fruit drinks.

In addition to the car he drove over, there were several renovated scrapped cars parked beside them. Duan Feifei drove forward. When passing by these cars, Jiang Kuo found that there were many people sitting on the roof of the scrapped cars.

It looks like they're all in pairs.

The engine noise of Jiang Kuo's car was really loud, and Duan Feifan was already very gentle, but the sound still made many young lovers turn their heads.

Then Duan Feifei saw at least four couples from his school.

"Is there one from our school?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes, half of them are." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and quickly closed the window.

"Your car," Duan Feifei said, "it doesn't matter whether you close the windows or not."

"Yes," Jiang Kuo laughed, "It's usually only the two of us in this car."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.