San Fu

When Duan Feifei asked questions, Jiang Kuo was a little worried. Usually Duan Feifan may be a fairly steady Duan Feihua, but tonight he said that he was just licking wine... several tables pulled him over, licking I licked a lot in one night.

The moment the lights were turned off, Jiang Kuo was very worried that Duan Feifan would suddenly take off his clothes cooperatively.

Fortunately, his understanding of Duan Feifan was not accurate enough. Duan Feifan didn't take off his clothes, but just stepped back in the dark, holding the back of the chair with his hands: "Why..."

The door was also pushed open at this time.

Several role models filed in.

Dong Kun was the first one, he came in backwards, holding a lighter in his hand, he clicked it for more than 800 times before he finally lit it, and Ding Zhe, who came in second, held the lighter in his hand. The last candle on the cake was lit.

Fatty Liu and Sun Ji quickly closed the door after entering the room. Several people lined up in a semicircle and stood in front of Duan Feifan. Sun Ji was still recording video with Jiang Kuo's action camera in his hand.

Dong Kun stood beside Jiang Kuo and touched Jiang Kuo's hand with a stick in his hand.

Jiang Kuo was shocked when he took it.

What is the process of gang beating birthday stars?

After touching it twice, I found that it was a firework tube, and then I remembered that they had discussed whether to spray the firework tube before, saying that it was difficult to clean up, but it seems that they finally decided to use it.

Anyway, it was sprayed on 107, and they didn't clean it up.

"Happy birthday to you..." Ding Zhe raised his head and began to sing the birthday song.

When the sound came out, Jiang Kuo almost laughed and coughed, probably because it was already very late, the dormitory was asleep, and Duan Feifei still wanted to spend his birthday quietly in the dormitory, so Ding Zhe started his head out of breath .

Then everyone sang the birthday song together with a tacit understanding.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Fei Fei..."

"Fuck me." Duan Feifei leaned on the back of the chair and laughed so hard.

"Happy birthday to you..." After the last sentence was sung, everyone clapped silently together.

"Happy birthday," Dong Kun said, "come here and blow out the candles."

Duan Feifei came over and was about to blow when Ding Zhe said, "Hold it yourself."

"What the hell is this treatment?" Duan Feifei had no choice but to take the cake, "Why are there only ten candles?"

"There are only ten candles in a pack." Fatty Liu said.

"Isn't there such a number?" Duan Feifei asked.

"That will cost extra." Sun Ji said.

"Fuck." Duan Feifei laughed for a long time, inhaled and re-breathed several times but couldn't hold it back.

"Hurry up!" Dong Kun said, "Go through the process!"

Holding the cake, Duan Feifei tried his best not to laugh, took a deep breath, and blew out all the candles on the cake.

Everyone cheered together again: "Happy Birthday!"

"Thank you..." Before Duan Feifei finished speaking, Sun Ji slapped the switch behind him, and the lights in the room turned on.

Then several people simultaneously raised the firework tubes in their hands, facing Duan Feifan together.

"Hey!" Duan Feifei was taken aback, and after seeing what it was, he immediately said in succession, "Run on the fucking roof and don't hit me!"

Because he was still holding the cake in his hand, he had to use his head to signal, and continued to say a series of words while raising his head and bowing his head: "Come up, go up, go up, go up..."

Everyone pointed the tube to the ceiling together again.

At this moment, Jiang Kuo actually had a question, but before he had a chance to ask, the four people over there had moved the firework tube in some unknown way at the same time.

Bang bang bang bang four loud noises.

Jiang Kuo was so startled that he bumped the edge of the table next to him twice.

Four beams of colorful sequins are sprayed towards the roof, and then slowly fall down with flashes of light.

Still very beautiful.

Then everyone in the room turned their heads to look at Jiang Kuo and the firework tube in his hand that hadn't been fired yet.

"Twist." Duan Feifei said.

This is very embarrassing, and the birthday party needs to be instructed on how to use the stuff for the birthday party.

"Who is it!" Someone yelled in the corridor outside, "I'm sick, it's the middle of the night!"

Jiang Kuo twisted the fireworks tube.

It's really screwed up like that.

Bang!

The last bunch of colorful sequins sprayed towards the roof, and then slowly floated down and landed on Duan Feifei.

O prince!

"Who the hell! Come out!" The people outside were going crazy.

"Why are you shouting, what are you shouting when you are sleeping!" Someone scolded again.

Several people in the room stood together and did not move, and only laughed at the same time when the sound outside died away.

"Fuck, you guys really figured it out," Duan Feifei put the cake on the table and looked at the words on it, "Happy birthday to the most handsome man in the world...that's not wrong."

"Cut the cake," Ding Zhe said. "This cake is quite expensive. Let me tell you when you cut the cake. You can't make one big and the other small. You have to be equal."

"How expensive can it be?" Duan Feifei clicked his tongue, "I don't know you yet?"

"If I say that, you will know how expensive it is," Dong Kun pointed to Jiang Kuo, "Jiang has money to choose this cake."

Duan Feifei laughed out loud and looked at Jiang Kuo.

"I've never eaten a birthday cake under [-]." Jiang Kuo said.

"Fuck!" everyone said in unison.

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Really, this must be more delicious than what you have eaten before, and it must be the most beautiful."

Pretty is indeed the prettiest.

This kind of cake looks like it will be very expensive. A little pig is drawn on the side of the cake, and there is a small plate in his hand. There are a pile of gold ingots twice the size of the little pig on the plate, all of which are three-dimensional. Stacked higher than the cake, it looks delicate and rustic.

"Originally, people's picture is holding a balloon," Dong Kun said, "If you have money, change it to Yuanbao."

Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo smiled and said nothing.

"Give us some ingots when you cut them," Ding Zhe confessed.

Duan Feifei took the knife and started cutting the cake.

As expected of a person who has been playing with knives in Niusandao all year round, he cut the cake into very standard six equal parts, and evenly distributed the ingots on each piece.

Jiang Kuo could see that Duan Feifei wanted to give it to him when he drew the pig, but in front of so many people, he couldn't find any reason to give Jiang Kuo the pig that represented him.

So I had to keep it for myself.

"What's that?" Fatty Liu was eating the cake, and saw the gift bag that Jiang Kuo had moved to the side of the table with his feet but hadn't had time to hide it all.

"It's not your gift anyway." Dong Kun said, "What did you give?"

"What I gave is quite meaningful," Fatty Liu said as he walked to the pile of presents, "Fan Fei, open that blue box and let them see what I gave!"

Duan Feifei smiled while eating and went to open the blue box, which turned out to be a box of face cream.

"Damn!" Ding Zhe couldn't help laughing, "It's so fucking practical."

The gifts from the role models were all quite amusing. Duan Feifei took them out one by one, including Liu Fatty's face cream, Ding Zhe's car model, Sun Ji's set of books, and Dong Kun's earphones.

From this point of view, the relationship between the model group and these people is still very good, and they are all formal gifts in kind, with a lot of thought.

"What do you get for money?" Fatty Liu was very persistent, "Is it in that bag?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, looked at Duan Feifan, "Take it out and have a look."

Duan Feifei went over to get the bag, and took out the top bag as Jiang Kuo had told him before. When he took out a small corner, he glanced at Jiang Kuo again, and Jiang Kuo nodded slightly.

He took out the whole bag, and casually placed the gift bag in the back of the table.

"Damn it!" Ding Zhe's eyes were very sharp, and he saw the packaging bag at a glance, "Niu Sandao's packaging bag? What is this? Why didn't I know that Niu Sandao had a packaging bag?"

"Jiang Kuo... I found the packaging bags designed by Jiang for the Niusandao online shop." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Damn, online shop?" Dong Kun was also shocked, "Isn't it a branch? Changed to an online shop?"

"The branch store is also running," Duan Feifei said, opening the packaging bag and taking out a box inside, "I want to try the online store too."

"Blindfold?" Fatty Liu smiled when he saw the pattern on the box, "I thought it would be a bag of sauced beef."

"I want to eat and I'll bring you some tomorrow." Duan Feifei took off the blindfold and put it on his face.

"I'm one year old again, let's do some anti-wrinkle work." Jiang Kuo said.

"Pair it with that face cream." Sun Ji said happily.

After unwrapping the presents and eating the cake, this group of people has no intention of leaving. The few people who usually play all night, on such an important day as Duan Feifei's birthday, it is naturally impossible to go back to sleep immediately.

Even though they drank a lot of wine, they were groggy at the moment, but they still insisted on spreading out all over 107, chatting with each other.

"Extraordinary, we invest in the online store."

"We can still help with publicity. Do you want to make a video? You can make some videos."

"It's okay to write some earthy scripts and shoot some sauced beef."

"Those advertising screens hung in the school cafeteria used to display some fire prevention and anti-theft promotional videos, but now they are useless, and they can also be used to advertise..."

"When the business gets better, can't the customer service be extraordinary alone? Can we work part-time?"

"We don't need wages either, just a few catties of sauced beef..."

"The sauced beef is not cheap, it's still a few catties..."

The chatting voice gradually disappeared, several people fell asleep, and Duan Feifan was also very sleepy, but he stood up immediately after the group of people fell asleep.

Walking up to Jiang Kuo first, he found that the man was tilted and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Hey," Duan Feifei poked his face lightly with his fingers, "Don't sleep."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and answered in a daze.

"I'm going to open the present." Duan Feifei bent down and said in a low voice.

"What about them?" Jiang Kuo swept around the room.

"They're all asleep," Duan Feifei said, "I'll take it outside to dismantle it, just in case someone wakes up."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo stood up lightly.

Duan Feifei took the bag, and the two of them quietly opened the door and went to the corridor.

There was no light in the dormitory, except for 107, all the rooms were dark.

The two of them walked to the railing, and Duan Feifei took out the small bag that he hadn't had time to open before, taking advantage of the light outside.

"Look at that first," Jiang Kuo said, "Here is a greeting card, take a look at it later."

Duan Feifei took out the larger Niusandao bag again: "How many styles have you made?"

"Several kinds," Jiang Kuo said, "we'll pick and choose."

Duan Feifei opened the bag and took out a heavy box. The box was very big. It must have taken Jiang Kuo a lot of effort to stuff it into the bag. He almost tore the bag when he took it out.

"This is..." Duan Feifei saw the label on the box. Although he didn't know much about these things, he could still guess the style, "Watch?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Open it and have a look."

Duan Feifan opened the box, took a look and was stunned.

It is actually a pocket watch that is exquisite and cool.

It's beautiful, but also visibly expensive.

There is also a very retro compass on the pocket watch case.

"Happy birthday," Jiang Kuo said, "although it's already the second day."

Duan Feifei looked at him, didn't know what to say for a moment, and after a while, he said softly: "Thank you."

"This...isn't very expensive," Jiang Kuo said, "The main reason is that it's very interesting, and also quite...romantic, time, years, etc. Did you say it's quite romantic?"

"Yeah." Duan Feifei put his arms around him, "You still remember these things."

"I can definitely remember it, because the photo album made because of this must be very impressive," Jiang Kuo sighed after thinking about it, "But I can't always make photo albums, I just... this gift is better than what you gave me. It’s actually quite uninspired, but I really can’t think of anything better…”

In fact, if he had heard Lu Haobo's words before buying the gift, he might not have bought such an expensive gift. Duan Feifan didn't care, but if he really said that, he didn't feel it at all. Not too possible.

"It's already very good, as good as it can be, but this one is really a bit expensive," Duan Feifan said, "Don't give away such expensive ones in the future, I don't want to use them."

Jiang Kuo smiled: "This is not very useful, but it is very romantic, and the compass is also quite meaningful."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"I'll sing you a song for your birthday next year." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei laughed: "Do I need to pay a deposit?"

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "You can order songs."

"You roll really well." Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

Someone in an unknown dormitory on the other side of the corridor sneezed, and the two quickly separated, leaning neatly against the railing, pretending to have a heart-to-heart conversation late at night.

"I want to see the greeting card." Duan Feifei said.

"Go back to the dormitory and watch it," Jiang Kuo said, "I also went back to the dormitory to sleep, I was so sleepy."

"Did you write something about love? Are you sorry to let me read it in person?" Duan Feifei stuffed the pocket watch through the collar of the sweater.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, a little shocked: "Do you have an inner pocket in your sweater?"

"I have pockets in my underwear." Duan Feifei said.

"What kind of underwear has pockets!" Jiang Kuo continued to be shocked.

"Autumn clothes," Duan Feifei laughed, "my uncle bought them for me. They are old-fashioned. There is a pocket on the chest, which is quite big."

"Is it for hiding money?" Jiang Kuo couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know," Duan Feifei said, "Keep it in your heart."

"...fuck," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Duan Feifei, you really..."

"Then go back to the dormitory and sleep," Duan Feifei quickly leaned over and kissed him on the tip of his nose, "I'll go back to the dormitory to read the love letter."

"It's not a love letter either," Jiang Kuo explained, "It's just a few words, don't have too high expectations."

"En." Duan Feifei smiled and nodded.

Jiang Kuo turned around and walked towards 119. When he was about to reach the door of the dormitory, he looked back. Duan Feifan was still leaning on the railing and looking at him.

He waved his hand and shouted angrily, "Go back to sleep."

Duan Feifei walked towards 107.

When Jiang Kuo was about to enter Gate 119, he took another look there and found that Duan Feifan had disappeared.

I - damn it!

To be so reluctant to go into the dormitory!Don't you want to take a last look!Although there is nothing to see every day, but don't you look back at this romantic moment!

He really wanted to make a phone call and ask Duan Feifei what he thought, he was obviously quite romantic...

107's closed door suddenly opened, Duan Feifei leaned back and exposed his upper body from the door frame, and turned to look at him.

……Depend on!

Jiang Kuo almost laughed out loud.

Neuropathy!

Duan Feifei just leaned back and blew him a kiss.

Jiang Kuo also raised his hand and returned one.

Back in the dormitory, a group of people were still sleeping like never before, Duan Feifei put the pocket watch box in the closet, and was going to wash up and go to bed to read the greeting cards.

Turning around, he found Dong Kun who was leaning on the recliner was looking at him.

"Fuck," he was taken aback, "didn't you sleep?"

"You must be guilty." Dong Kun said.

Duan Feifei didn't speak, and put the packing bag containing the greeting card on his bed.

"It's so obvious," Dong Kun said, "You can see it sooner or later."

Hearing this, Duan Feifan was not particularly surprised, he smiled: "Let's see when they can see it."

"If I hadn't been the first one," Dong Kun said, "I would know everything tonight."

Duan Feifei clicked his tongue.

"Wash up and go to sleep," Dong Kun also clicked his tongue, "hide under the blanket and look at your presents."

Duan Feifei walked to the bathroom and flicked Dong Kun on the head.

"Kill people to silence you, right?" Dong Kun covered his head.

When he came out of the shower, Duan Feifei took another look at Dong Kun and found that the man had fallen asleep. He didn't know if it was a flashback just now, but he was still sleeping with his hands on his head and was snoring.

He turned off the lights in the room, climbed into bed, pulled the quilt over, covered his head together, and turned on the flashlight on his phone.

This small packaging bag is the best looking and more fashionable, but the one with air-dried beef may look more intuitive and clear.

He opened the bag and took out a greeting card wrapped in paper.

The paper wrapping the greeting card was not white paper, but several Niu Sandao trademarks were printed on it, he laughed.

Jiang Kuo is actually not a romantic person, especially when it comes to giving gifts to others. Duan Feifei suspects that he has never given anything to others before he went to college.

These presents wrapped in layers of bags are serious and clumsy.

Nothing to do with romance.

But extraordinarily romantic.

Of course, the greeting cards were bought from the cultural and creative shop outside the school.

The image shows a piggy with its arms raised on tiptoes, holding a bunch of balloons.

The picture on the cake should be changed with this pattern.

Duan Feifei turned over the greeting card and looked at the back.

Indeed, only a few words.

Jiang Kuo's handwriting is usually quite good, but it is very sloppy, and his writing is smooth, which is comparable to Arabic.

But these few sentences on the greeting card are written very neatly, stroke by stroke.

Extraordinary baby

happy Birthday

This is the first of my 88 happy birthday wishes for you

start with this happy birthday

You are the one who can act like a spoiled child

can be unreasonable

You can feel free to get angry baby

love you wide

Duan Feifei lightly touched the neatly arranged words. Jiang Kuo's words were relatively large and couldn't be written on the greeting card horizontally, so he turned the card upside down and wrote it.

Although the characters are very large, this casual change still has an obvious Jiang Kuo style.

How do you feel comfortable?

It was Jiang Kuo whom he liked very much.

He turned off the flashlight and closed his eyes.

In the morning, the phone was ringing under the quilt, and before Duan Feifan could touch the phone under the quilt, he heard a loud click from below.

A room full of sleepy, dazed, half-awake people all sat and stood, and the collective was awakened.

The recliner was still broken by Jiang Kuo.

Dong Kun was lying on the ground between the two collapsed armrests.

"Damn it," Fatty Liu smiled and looked over, "I ate so much in one night that the chair collapsed. I thought this would only happen to me."

"Get me up!" Dong Kun shouted.

Several people went to pull the recliner away and drag him up.

Duan Feifei touched the phone and glanced at it.

To be honest, when he saw the call from the old aunt, his heart sank uncontrollably.

The old aunt rarely called him.

When the prelude to the demolition has begun and people in the market are starting to rush for their future survival, receiving a call from the old aunt probably won't be good news.

Duan Feifei scratched his hair and answered the phone: "Auntie?"

"You have time to come back at noon." The old aunt said.

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Old Zhang's family is making trouble again, and Lame and the others organized a group of people to ask the market to give an explanation, to compensate and so on," the old aunt said, "to block this row of shops from doing business, your uncle and them I fought for a bit..."

"My uncle is injured?" Duan Feifei jumped directly from the bed to the ground.

"What?" Ding Zhe stood up.

"No, I just twisted my waist," the old aunt said, "We are closed today, and the doors are closed. Duan Ling sent us to the hospital, and we will go back at noon to see the situation."

"Which hospital?" Duan Feifei asked.

"It's not serious, it's nothing but twisting your waist," the old aunt said, "we'll go home after we're finished, and we'll go there at noon. You too, do you hear me?"

"...Well, call me if you need anything." Duan Feifei said.

"It's a mess right now. We're all fine, but we won't be doing business today." The old aunt said, "Don't go there now, the old Zhang's house is enough, and adding a cripple is not enough."

"Understood." Duan Feifei hung up the phone and sighed.

This market is coming to an end, and many people in the market seem to be coming to an end along with it.

Demolition is also very good, changing the environment and changing the people around, although it will make people uneasy, but it is better than being trapped in this chaotic day.

He took the paper with the trademark printed on it next to the pillow and put it on the table: "Students, which one looks better?"