After eating dumplings and returning to the new store, Jiang Kuo took a USB flash drive from the small pocket of his backpack and inserted it into his mobile phone.
"Project it." Duan Feifei said suddenly.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.
"We are now a high-end beef shop with a TV." Duan Feifei reminded him.
"Okay, let's experience high-end equipment." Jiang Kuo nodded.
There is a TV on the wall, in order to show some promotional videos and so on, but the screen is facing the street, in order not to reveal the childhood privacy of Hoshitari Hirano, they pulled the store door halfway down.
"It would be nice to have another sofa." Jiang Kuo said while sitting on the folding chair.
"Make a circle of sofas, and then put a bar," Duan Feifei took a chair and sat next to him, "Sauce Beef Salon, membership system."
Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time and pointed out his photo.
He didn't take a close look at the photos at home, but copied them in order anyway. Jiang always carefully stored them in order of age.
Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment when the first one he ordered was opened.
"This..." Duan Feifei looked at the child wearing only a small woolen hat on the big screen, "Fortunately, I thought about closing the door."
"Is this me? Isn't it Jiang anymore?" Jiang Kuo looked down at his phone, then quit to take a look, "It says Kuo."
"Master," Duan Feifei glanced at him and pointed at the children on the screen, "You can't see such a big little chicken? How could it be Jiang Lei..."
Jiang Kuo looked at himself naked and naked on the screen, and was silent for a while: "Is it big?"
Duan Feifei choked, turned his head and coughed a few times.
Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time: "President Jiang actually kept this photo and didn't delete it, I haven't seen it."
"I can't bear it, I'm hiding it," Duan Feifei said, "How cute."
Jiang Kuo turned back a piece, this one was neatly lying on the carpet, looking at the camera blankly.
Duan Feifei couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Kuo's face next to him. Many people can see a little bit of the present in the photos of a few months or one or two years old. Jiang Kuo was very cute when he was a child, like a doll, but with him Comparing them now, you can see that they are the same person.
Yes, and facial expressions.
Jiang Kuo turned back all the way. Whether the children in the photo are sitting, lying on their stomachs, or standing with their chairs, most of the time their expressions are very serious, they don't smile, and they look at the camera seriously.
"You..." Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo again, "It was cool when I was young."
"My mother said it was stupid." Jiang Kuo said, "Other children laughed when they saw the camera, and I felt as if I didn't understand what they were doing."
"Don't you really understand? Or are you a little stubborn?" Duan Feifei asked.
"...How do I know! It wasn't even a year old at that time!" Jiang Kuo shouted, turning his head to look at him again, "This kind of age that doesn't remember anything is very miserable. of."
Duan Feifei laughed for a long time.
"Look at the bigger one!" Jiang Kuo quickly pulled back.
Duan Feifei looked at the little Jiangkuo that kept sliding across the screen, and slowly turned into a bigger little Jiangkuo.
When he was one or two years old, Jiang Kuo's photo scenes began to become very rich, and the characters gradually increased.
"These children don't know who they are," Jiang Kuo said, "the one with the blue hat is Jiang Li, the one with the overalls is me, and the other children who may be Mr. Jiang's friends may be neighbors or kindergartens. ."
"So beautiful." Duan Feifei said.
"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"You are with Jiang," Duan Feifei said. "At first glance, it looks like a child from a rich family... President Jiang really didn't start from scratch. When you were so old, your family was already very good."
"He just made up stories. When he was born, his family had money. When he started his business, my grandfather gave him the money," Jiang Kuo said. "Afterwards, of course, he relied on himself... I was similar to me, not as good as you."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"You're taking your own money," Jiang Kuo said. "The parents can't give anything, and the uncle's help is limited."
"But my ability to find a partner is very strong." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Then me too."
Jiang Kuo's photos seem to have been taken by President Jiang with a camera. They don't have the kind of posing in the photo studio, and they don't have the kind of photos taken by Duan Feifei when his classmates went to the photo studio and stood in front of the page-turning background when they were young. .
Jiang Kuo's photos can be seen in Xingzhuo Pingye, since he was born, Master Kuo has been a real young master. Needless to say, the scenes of life, in the older photos are all kinds of horseback riding, archery, fencing, skiing, and they all look the same. Very handsome.
Jiang Kuo's life is displayed in front of Duan Feifei through photos, simple in form but rich in content, filling the image of Jiang Kuo in Duan Feifei's mind.
This is completely different from the feeling that Duan Feifei had swiped and had not seen much before.
Now, with a curious and exploratory gaze, he calmly watched Jiang Kuo grow up, from a round-faced doll to a slender and handsome boy.
I even saw the cannons of the young and juvenile, as well as a few Yang Ke who flashed by.
The older the photos, the fewer the photos. It is estimated that after Jiang Kuo grew up, Mr. Jiang no longer had so many opportunities to take pictures with him.
However, it can be seen that Jiang Kuo has not had many friends all the time. Except for the group photos of the school, except for Jiang Lele and Da Pao, there are few other peers in his photos.
"Cannon has such a round head since he was a child." Duan Feifei said.
"It's like an old-fashioned cannonball," Jiang Kuo gestured. "The round one. When he was a kid, he would hit him with his head in a fight, and he was called a cannon."
"… If he wants to be in our market," Duan Feifei said, "it needs to be called a sledgehammer."
"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked with interest.
"Battling hammer," Duan Feifei said, "do you remember when I asked Ma Xiao for money, there was a guy named Bang'er among the people I called?"
"Don't embarrass me." Jiang Kuo said, "All I can remember is a 'group of people', only the whole, not the individual."
"Okay," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "Bang'er has a younger brother, and he likes to hit people with his head when they fight. It's called Hammer. The two brothers happen to be Bang'er."
Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time: "It's really bad."
After looking at the photos, an hour passed without feeling at all.
Duan Feifei began to install the light strips on the display stand. Jiang Kuo hung a cork photo wall, turned and leaned against the wall, watching Duan Feifei work.
Duan Feifei took off his jacket and wore the puppet dog inside. Jiang Kuo looked at it with emotion.
When Duan Feifei raised his hand, he was a little thirsty again when he saw the part of his waist protruding from under the puppet dog.
"Is there water?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"There is in the water dispenser," Duan Feifei glanced back at him, "I changed the water in the morning."
"Well." Jiang Kuo walked over to the water dispenser and looked, there was no paper cup.
Of course not, this water dispenser was used by their own shop, and there were two mugs next to it, one was Duan Feifei, he knew that Duan Feifei used this in the cabin on the third floor. It was black and easy to recognize.
The other white one doesn't know who it is.
Who else is here
Uncle or aunt? They are using thermos cups.
… used by Fan Jiabao
When the name came up in his mind, Jiang Kuo himself was shocked.
In theory, his feelings for Fan Jiabao should be jealous, but it's shocking to be so pervasive.
"Don't tell me you don't know how to use a water dispenser." Duan Feifei looked at him with the light strip.
"This cup is yours, right?" Jiang Kuo pointed to the black cup.
"Well," Duan Feifei said, "the white one is yours."
"Really?" Jiang Kuo was a little puzzled, "Is it mine? Why do you look so unfamiliar."
"Damn," Duan Feifei felt helpless, "it's bad if you can't recognize people and remember things. You used that cup once, when you went with Ding Zhe, and the one you used to drink brown sugar water, I brought it here specially today."
"Ah..." Jiang Kuo thought to himself, "It's it..."
"I've washed it. If you feel unfamiliar with it, use my one," Duan Feifei said. "I've also washed it and haven't used it yet."
"You are quite familiar with Ding Zhe," Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei clicked his tongue: "Kill Ding Zhe."
"I can see it." Jiang Kuo picked up the unfamiliar white cup. He didn't pay attention to it when he used it last time. Now he found that there was a line on the cup, "The 5th Sun Cup Market Singing God Hegemony Race... Second place?"
"Yeah." Duan Feifei fastened the last buckle of the light strip and turned on the switch to try it.
The light strips of the entire display stand turned on at the same time, and the shelf instantly became more advanced, and the several beef sauce packaging bags and meat sauce bottles placed on the shelf also suddenly increased in value.
"There's a request below!" Duan Feifei suddenly turned around, grabbed the switch of the light strip in his hand, pressed it twice, and the light flashed twice, he held a vertebra, "Duan Xiaohao and Duan Feifei from Niu Sandao's combination !"
Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Is the old uncle called Duan Xiaohao?" He applauded while laughing.
"Well," said Duan Feifei, "my father's name is Duan Yingjie, doesn't he sound like Xiaohao's father?"
"Yes, how did you get the name?" Jiang Kuo asked with a smile.
"My grandfather started it, and he was very serious at first, but when I was my uncle, I suddenly stopped thinking about it," Duan Feifei said.
"It's okay, at least your dad didn't call you Duan Xiaofan." Jiang Kuo said.
"You're pretty good at guessing. My dad said that he wanted to have another daughter when he had a chance, so he called him Duan Xiaofan," Duan Feifei said. "Afterwards... there was no chance."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, took the second-place cup, took some water and took a sip: "What song did your Niu San Dao group sing?"
"Katyusha chanting, Uncle accompanies me, I sing," Duan Feifei said, "I also recorded a CD, I'll go back to the old shop to find it for you later."
"Go back now." Jiang Kuo immediately put down the cup.
"Go." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo's car was parked in the parking space on the side of the road at the entrance. Jiang Kuo threw his suitcase into the car, sat in the co-pilot, and waited for Duan Feifei to close the store.
Duan Feifan should have washed the car. The car was clean and the floor mats were clean. Jiang Kuo found that the length of the small lanyard of the compass he had hung on the air outlet had been shortened a bit. Now it is more suitable to hang there. .
After Duan Feifei got in the car, Jiang Kuo pointed to the compass: "Did you make it?"
"Yes, I shortened it a bit," Duan Feifei glanced at him, "Can you find this?"
"Well," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I watch it every time I get in the car."
Duan Feifei looked at him without saying a word, and after a while he smiled and started the car.
The car just drove out less than ten meters, when several black motorcycles rushed out of the intersection ahead, Duan Feifei stepped on the brakes: "Fuck."
The motorcycle also stopped. Not only did it stop, but the driver actually got out of the car. As soon as he took off his helmet, he walked over in a rage.
"This idiot." Duan Feifei looked at Fan Jiabao, who was rushing towards him with a face full of "I will do my best with you now".
"Fuck?" Fan Jiabao stopped in shock when he reached the position of the headlights, bent over to look inside the car, and walked to the door again.
Duan Feifei lowered the car window: "You have to go to the emergency room three or five times a year when you are driving, right?"
"Is this car wide?" Fan Jiabao asked while holding the door.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"Where are you going!" Fan Jiabao looked at the two of them, "I was about to go to find you guys, and I'll have dinner soon."
Jiang Kuo looked at him, and after two seconds he took out his phone and glanced at the time: "Four ten?"
"Go up the mountain to eat grilled lamb chops," Fan Jiabao said. "It will take an hour to drive there."
"I'll..." Duan Feifei interrupted the two of them, "Pull the car to the side."
When the car drove to the side of the road, Jiang Kuo looked worriedly at the few people who rushed out with Fan Jiabao: "Are these his friends? Do you want to eat together?"
"I don't know," Duan Feifei said, "it's alright, if he wants to bring someone, I'll call Ding Zhe, and bring a few more people you know."
"If you have anything to do, finish your meal first," Fan Jiabao also parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, "don't leave now."
"Are those a few together?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Just the three of us," Fan Jiabao immediately understood what he meant and looked at Jiang Kuo, "don't worry, I'll just listen to him and talk a few words and I'll know what's going on with you, just the three of us, no one else is messing around. ."
Jiang Kuo didn't understand Fan Jiabao's logic, but he was very grateful for Fan Jiabao's practice of not calling others.
"I'll lead the way, follow me." Fan Jiabao stepped into his car and waved at the few people, who drove to the intersection and drove away.
"Ah," Jiang Kuo sighed, "follow him."
Duan Feifei honked the horn, and Fan Jiabao's car drove forward.
Jiang Kuo was a little uncomfortable, but he thought it was natural.
Fan Jiabao's feeling is different from those half-baked people he had at the party two days ago. This person is a part of his current life, a part of Duan Feifei's life, just like this inexplicable feeling of having an extra friend, only in the Only in this life will it exist, and it will appear so natural.
Although he was inexplicably slightly unhappy with this person.
This mountain for eating lamb chops is not high, it is much shorter than the mountain that Jiang Kuo and the others used for the New Year's Eve, but there are more farmhouses on the mountain, and it looks very lively.
Fan Jiabao should come here often, and he brought them into the parking lot from the back door of the hotel very familiarly.
"It's a good place to park," he pointed to the flat ground in front. "I'm afraid that your car will rub against the chassis of the place where it was just finished last month."
"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.
"... You're welcome." Fan Jiabao glanced at him, "Don't talk about it next time."
After parking the car, the waiter took them to the top floor of the small building in the backyard, looking at an unremarkable farmhouse. There was also a glass viewing restaurant on the third floor, with a good view and no wind.
After Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei sat down, Fan Jiabao came up.
"I've already ordered," he sat down at the table, "I'm familiar with their dishes."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"What wine to drink?" Fan Jiabao asked.
"Stop drinking," Duan Feifei said, "I'm driving."
"Have a drink," Fan Jiabao said. "I'll call someone to pick it up. Don't worry about the car, I'll drive it back for you."
"I have something to do tonight." Jiang Kuo said.
Fan Jiabao closed his eyes, took a breath, and slowly spit it out before opening his eyes to look at Jiang Kuo: "There are very few people who don't give me face like this."
"Then you can experience it." Jiang Kuo said.
"Your uncle!" Fan Jiabao was furious.
"Hey," Duan Feifei waved his hand in front of him, "Lao Fan, be careful when you speak."
"No," Fan Jiabao turned his head to look at him, "you two can't fight like this, can you? Are you going to fight together after a while?"
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I am enough."
"Hey?" Fan Jiabao turned to look at Jiang Kuo again.
"Drink," Jiang Kuo said, "according to your habits, you can drink whatever you want."
Fan Jiabao's anger was full of anger and Jiang Kuo directly pressed it on the Tianling cover. He was stunned for two seconds before nodding: "That's fine, I already want the wine."
"It's not that I don't give you face," Jiang Kuo said, "it's true that there's something going on, and there will be a lot of things going on in the store tomorrow."
"Just drink a little less, don't delay things," Fan Jiabao clicked his tongue. "What else do you have to do in your shop? Lao Duan said that the online shop will be launched soon. Is it a busy online shop?"
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "there are still some publicity and stocking things to do."
"Propaganda is looking for me," Fanjia BMW said. "Really, propaganda is looking for me, I can."
"What can you do?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Help you promote it." Fan Jiabao said.
In Jiang Kuo's mind, the scene of Fan Jiabao and his big buddies driving a fleet of motorcycles speeding through the street instantly flashed across the street. The loudspeaker on the car also shouted, "Niu Sandao online shop is grandly launched. , scan the code to get coupons”…
"Promoting us temporarily..." Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo.
"Do you know anyone from the TV station?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Fuck," Fan Jiabao patted his thigh, "you asked the right person, I am familiar with the TV station, and they even filmed my coffee shop."
Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei looked at each other immediately.
"What was filming? Which show?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Just filming young people and coffee shops, afternoon tea and slow life," Fan Jiabao said, "Sister Qing watched the show about life, I know it well, and I made my friend."
"Do you want money?" Jiang Kuo immediately chased after him.
"No," Fan Jiabao looked at him, "you still care about money or not?"
"After all, I'm not a coffee shop person playing around." Jiang Kuo said.
"Hey!" Fan Jiabao shouted, paused and then let go, "I'm really just playing... If you want them to shoot, I can help you get in touch, or if you have materials for them."
"It's all right," Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei, "If Jiang Lai comes, can the footage be used?"
"Yes." Duan Feifei said, "If you take more shots, you can use it for visiting stores and shows."
"Are you planning to find someone yourself?" Fan Jiabao immediately became interested, "Do you need an actor?"
"What..." Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "What actor?"
"Appearance," Fan Jiabao said, "Is there no one in the store? Does the store want some handsome guy or something?"
"No," said Duan Feifei, "just shoot sauce beef and make something..."
"Isn't someone supposed to make sauced beef?" Fan Jiabao said, "I have a chef certificate, so I'm free to play anyway."
"Ah..." Jiang Kuo pressed his forehead.