This holiday, Jiang Kuo spent two days and nights singing and dancing, and he didn't have a meal with Fan Jiabao.
No matter how many people there are in those gatherings, he can be distracted as soon as he is released, and if he doesn't understand him, he will be driven away by his "arrogant" attitude.
Fan Jiabao is different from these gatherings. Jiang Kuo feels that he can easily challenge a gathering of 20 people with one person. Not only does he talk a lot, but also has the kind of "I see you pleasing to the eye, you are my relatives".
In this state, only the social little prince Duan Feifei can easily cope with it.
Jiang Kuo sat on the side and just took care of his own eating and drinking.
This feeling is inexplicably comfortable and relaxing.
When Duan Feifei is relaxed, he doesn't need to constantly pay attention to whether he is unhappy, uncomfortable, tired or annoyed.
During a meal, the two of them were forced to sign a reluctance agreement with Fan Jiabao. Fan Jiabao helped them get in touch with the people on the TV show. When they were shooting promotional video materials, they asked Fan Jiabao to appear and act together with their uncle and aunt. The chefs who make the beef with sauce and the meat sauce, as well as the three-knife staff who come and go in the background.
"Are you sure the TV station can be reached?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"You're asking me like you're scolding me," Fan Jiabao said. "Don't think that the nouveau riche will brag..."
"Not really." Jiang Kuo said.
"I'll tell you the truth to tell you that the producer of that column is my neighbor's home, and there is no kidnapping," Fan Jiabao said. "The kind that we met every day before the demolition."
"That's fine." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Damn," Fan Jiabao looked at Duan Feifei, "it's the same as an interview."
"Don't you say that you know what kind of person he is just by listening to me?" Duan Feifei said with a smile, "If you are bragging, just say it."
"I'm not bragging, I can almost know the general direction," Fan Jiabao glanced at Jiang Kuo, "mainly because I didn't expect his symptoms to be so severe..."
"Speaking of business." Jiang Kuo pulled him back from the detour.
"There is definitely no problem with this column. If the material is well prepared, it can be broadcast today and next week." Fan Jiabao said.
"That's fine," Jiang Kuo said, "Dan Feifan will invite you to have a good drink after this is done."
"He can't do it. He drinks a can of beer all night and steals a can from other people's feet as his own." Fan Jiabao said.
Jiang Kuo laughed and glanced at Duan Feifei.
"More than one can." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo wanted to laugh even more, and finally he sighed: "Next time I find a less busy time, I'll treat you to a drink."
"Hey, right!" Fan Jiabao nodded, "You didn't show your strength today."
After the meal, the big brother Huaji called by Fan Jiabao was already waiting at the entrance of the farmhouse, and drove a commercial car to send them back.
"Your car key." Fan Jiabao gave his motorcycle key to a big brother with a flower arm, then turned his head and reached out to Jiang Kuo, "Don't worry, they often drive my car, so don't worry about your car."
"Don't worry about this." Jiang Kuo smiled.
Duan Feifei gave the car keys to Fan Jiabao, and Fan Jiabao gave the keys to another eldest brother.
After the fancy car key handover ceremony by drumming, everyone got into the car together.
Fan Jiabao didn't talk much after he got in the car. He was probably tired, so he lay down on the chair and fell asleep after a while.
Jiang Kuo was hypnotized by the sound of his even breathing, and he was also a little sleepy, bumping his head forward several times.
He rubbed his face, turned his head to look at Duan Feifei, and found that Duan Feifei was laughing at him.
"Contagion?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.
"It's too sleepy for his movement." Jiang Kuo sighed.
"It's half past nine now." Duan Feifei said.
"By the way, Uncle, are they still in the store?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Uncle is still here today," Duan Feifei said, "Auntie has already gone home, and everything here is almost finished."
"What about the one in your house?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice.
"I haven't finished packing yet," Duan Feifei also said in a low voice, "I've taken all the clothes and other things, and some small things, and the furniture will be moved downstairs for me tomorrow, and then... I can't live here anymore."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak any more, and sighed softly.
Fan Jiabao's car took them to the entrance of the market, and then Jiang Kuo's car was put in the parking lot, and then went on to find a place with a few big brothers.
Jiang Kuo stood outside the gate of the market and looked up: "I found it... Guess what I found?"
"You found out that you only learned today that this market has a name." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo raised his head and laughed: "Yes, that's really smart... I've never looked up at the sign above Dongbianqiao Market."
"Do you know what the new market over there is called?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I don't know, I've never entered through the main entrance, I've always passed from the back of the store, and I'm directly in the market," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "What's it called?"
"Xingfuli Market," Duan Feifan said with a smile as he walked in, "Rent Lao Fan's house, the community is called Xingfuli Community."
"It's really easy," Jiang Kuo said. "Although the name is a bit sloppy, the metaphor is pretty good."
"Well, that street is called Xingfuli," Duan Feifei said, "that area is full of suits in Xingfuli."
The market is empty at this time, but because the relocation has started, it is quieter and darker than before. Many shops that are usually closed at night but still have their lights on are dark now.
Jiang Kuo suddenly felt a little emotional. He could feel such a change. Duan Feifei grew up here, and he didn't know how it felt.
Niu Sandao's back door was open, and the old uncle was cleaning the table on the first floor.
"Uncle." Jiang Kuo greeted.
"Come here?" The old uncle waved at him with a smile.
Jiang Kuo saw that his actions were still a little unfavorable, and walked over to take a look: "How is your waist recovery?"
"It's not very good," the old uncle snorted, "the doctor said that for another half a year, it's not a young man..."
"Go fight again," Duan Feifei poured a glass of water and handed it to Jiang Kuo, "You can still move your waist."
"This kid," the old uncle pointed at him and smiled at Jiang Kuo, "this thing is going to make him mad."
"It's quite annoying." Jiang Kuo said.
"Hey!" The old man shouted with a smile, "I forgot that you were with him."
"If you have anything to move, don't do it," Duan Feifei said, "I'll just call someone to help, and I'll be there in two days... Is that paper pasted?"
"No," the old uncle sighed, "I'll post it when I leave. I've been in the store for the past two days, and I've told them when people come over. Some old customers still need me to tell them in person."
"Well." Duan Feifei nodded, "Are those old things still there?"
"What old stuff?" the old man asked. "There's nothing new in this room."
Duan Feifei smiled: "Just the disc that won the second place in the God of Songs contest."
The old man was stunned at first, and then laughed loudly: "Yes! Yes! Does Jiang Kuo want to see it? I'll find it for you, it's in the big box on the second floor!"
The second floor is basically empty, and the last big box has not been removed. The CD is in a small box at the top of the box. When the old uncle opened it, Jiang Kuo could see that there were many ancient atmospheres inside. things, letters, small notebooks, small mirrors.
"This is what he and Duan Ling had when they were young. Auntie loves to keep these little junk," the old uncle smiled and took out a CD from the bottom. It was in a plastic case, and on it was written with a marker pen the big song "God of Songs". A word, "This is it, this word is written extraordinary."
"What do you think?" Jiang Kuo looked at the CD, this thing is really old, and the playback tool is very problematic.
"He can put it there!" The old uncle pointed at Duan Feifei.
"Go, go up, and show you the world." Duan Feifei waved.
Nothing has changed on the third floor. There are not many things. Duan Feifei just packed away the clothes and quilts. The furniture is still there. On the surface, it doesn't seem to have changed much from before.
After Duan Feifei entered the house, he turned around in a cabinet. Jiang Kuo walked to the window and found the three small characters.
go tomorrow.
He stretched out his fingers and touched the words, and found that these words had deep depressions, which should have been filled in repeatedly with a pen.
"Is there a saw?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"... What?" Duan Feifei turned to look at him.
"Saw," Jiang Kuo gestured, "Can this piece be cut off?"
Duan Feifei was stunned for a while and then laughed: "Why? Take it away?"
"Don't you think it's very memorable?" Jiang Kuo said, "I kept a lot of junk when I was a kid."
"Where did you come from." Duan Feifei got up and walked over, and also reached out and touched the words, "Actually, I have already forgotten these words, I finished packing that day and wanted to take some pictures, look. I just remembered when it arrived.”
"So it makes more sense," Jiang Kuo said. "I'll saw it. This house is going to be demolished anyway. It should be fine to saw it off, right?"
"Well," Duan Feifei glanced at him, "I'll leave it to you, I really have a handsaw."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.
"Hey, yes, hit a few more, use more," Duan Feifei said, "With your hands-on ability, you may not be able to snap your fingers again after sawing."
Jiang Kuo was stunned for a few seconds before he could react, and couldn't hold back his joy: "Fuck, it's so damn bad."
But like it.
This segment is so heartwarming.
... Jiang Kuo, are you shaking a little
"Find me a saw," Jiang Kuo raised his hands together in front of him, and snapped a series of fingers, "As long as there are two left, we can fight."
Duan Feifei smiled and flicked his finger: "See the God of Songs? Are you ready?"
"Look." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers again.
Duan Feifei put a small pink thing that looked like a laptop but was much thicker than a laptop on the table: "Come on, young master, open your eyes, this must be something you haven't seen before. thing."
Jiang Kuo looked at the things on the table and was stunned for a long time: "Is this... a notebook?"
"No," Duan Feifei opened the lid of this thing, it still looked like a thickened notebook, but there was no keyboard inside, the keyboard was a board with several control buttons on each side, he pressed the power button, " This thing is still bought by the old aunt and the aunt on the opposite side, and the aunt bought it for her grandson."
"Is this a CD player?" Jiang Kuo reacted after seeing the screen light up.
"What kind of CD player, it's called an all-in-one DVD player!" Duan Feifei took out the God of Songs disc while making a grand introduction, pressed the panel, and the panel popped up, revealing a disc reader underneath.
"Interesting," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll buy one for President Jiang to play with, it looks like a toy."
"...The conflict between your father and son should be unilaterally created by you." Duan Feifei put the disc in and pressed play.
Jiang Kuo didn't bother to answer him, dragged the chair next to him and sat in front of the DVD player, looking at the screen.
The opening song rang out from the loudspeaker.
There's even a title!
Then a 3D three-dimensional character of the PS model appeared in rotation, and after showing the various circle effects of horizontal, vertical, oblique, and turns, it was finally fixed.
"The 5th Sun Cup East Bridge Market Singer Competition"
"Huh!" Jiang Kuo applauded.
"Okay, after watching the title, I'll cut the track for you." Duan Feifei said.
"Return the song." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.
Duan Feifei pressed it twice, and another line of 3D fonts made by PS appeared, this time using the flickering effect.
"The second song, Katyusha," Jiang Kuo read, singing while singing, "Performer, Niu San Dao combination..."
"Please invite the next group of contestants!"
The sudden appearance of the stage scene and the host's high-pitched voice made Jiang Kuo, who was in front of the screen, frightened and almost stood up.
"Duan Xiaohao from Niu Sandao! Duan Feifei! Combination!" the host shouted happily.
The screen cuts for three seconds into the chaotic auditorium under the stage. All kinds of uncles, grandparents, aunts and aunts who look like a market style. Some people applaud, some are nibbling melon seeds, some are knitting sweaters, and the scene is very lively.
When the picture cuts back to the stage, the Niu Sandao combination has already stood in the center of the stage.
Jiang Kuo was stunned when he looked at the immature teenager above and the same immature... young man.
"How old are you!" He turned his head to look at Duan Feifei in shock.
Duan Feifei sat on the chair next to him, his chin resting on the back of the chair, turned his head and smiled at him: "The fifth session, this market has been around for 30 years, and it was the tenth session last year."
"How big is this!" Jiang Kuo turned around and continued to stare at the screen.
"Junior high school, first year of junior high school." Duan Feifei said.
"Ah..." Jiang Kuo said, "It's so cute."
Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.
Jiang Kuo didn't know how to describe his feelings. He always thought that this had to be Duan Feifei's high school years, but he never expected to see Duan Feifei in the first year of junior high school who was able to speak.
The stage is very simple, there is no lighting at all, I usually don’t feel it, but it will be obvious when it is shot. The camera equipment in the market is probably not very good, and the whole scene is a little gray.
But Xiao Duan Feihan, who was standing in the middle of the stage, was not affected by this dark and crude stage, and still caught Jiang Kuo's attention at first sight.
The old uncle was carrying the accordion, and Duan Feifei was standing in front of him, holding the microphone in his hand.
After the two stood upright for a few seconds, the old uncle stretched out his hand and pushed Xiao Duan Feifei on the shoulder, and Xiao Duan Feifei hurriedly took a step forward and bowed 90 degrees.
Then he shouted: "Thank you, uncle, aunt, uncle and aunt for joining us!"
Duan Feifei laughed out loud.
The audience under the stage laughed and applauded enthusiastically.
This familiar tone and the somewhat unfamiliar voice with the clear and crisp voice of a young boy made Jiang Kuo's nose sore for a moment for no reason.
At this time, Duan Feifei's father was imprisoned for about two years, but nothing could be seen on Xiao Duan Feifei's face. After bowing, the corners of his mouth filled with a small smile familiar to Jiang Kuo.
"You haven't changed your voice yet," Jiang Kuo stared at the screen. "It didn't change at all when you laughed."
"Handsome hasn't changed at all." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo snorted.
The old man played the accordion.
In this comparison, Uncle's accordion playing level is still much higher than that of Duan Feifei.
During the prelude, Duan Feifei also twisted a few times and turned twice, and once again received warm applause from the audience.
"I found out that your second place was won by your popularity!" Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feihe laughed a few times: "Listen! I'm going to sing!"
"Just as pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, and the river is full of soft veils..." Xiao Feifei raised the microphone and began to sing, "Katyusha is standing on the steep bank..."
After singing a few lines, he jumped up on the stage while stomping to the rhythm.
"Ah!" Jiang Kuo raised his hand and applauded with the audience, "Ah, the little one sings very well!"
Not only did he sing well, but Duan Feifei's social bullshit had already begun to emerge. He sang and danced and interacted back and forth with the audience below.
After the second stanza, the old uncle also joined the harmony, and sang together, and then it became a chorus. The camera cut to the stage, and everyone could be seen singing along, clapping their hands as they sang.
At the end of the singing, the camera cut to the audience seat below, and everyone raised their hands to applaud the Niu San Dao group.
"How is it!" Duan Feifei pressed pause and turned to look at him.
"At this moment," Jiang Kuo also turned to look at him, "I am full of emotions."
"If there is no first place, we will be the first place." Duan Feifei said.
"... You are a nonsense teacher." Jiang Kuo said.
"The first place goes to Bang'er's mother," Duan Feifei said. "It used to be a song and dance troupe, and it's really incomparable."
"You are already very good," Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei in the freeze frame on the screen, "I didn't think your voice was so good when you hummed the lullaby."
"Isn't that a dump," Duan Feifei said, "From the beginning of the second day of the first year, the gongs were broken for a long time, and as soon as I opened my mouth, I could sneak into the live poultry area and pretend to be a duck. The old aunt didn't let me speak anymore, saying I was afraid. If you break it down, you'll be dumb, and I can't explain it to my dad."
Jiang Kuo choked with laughter and rubbed his face.
"This one needs to be dumped. CDs are not easy to preserve," he said. "This is too precious."
"Well, I'll do it when I have time in the next two days... In fact, if you don't read the words on the cup today, even if I see those words, I don't really think about it," Duan Feifei sighed, " I don't remember a lot of things."
"Uncle is quite fun, I will take you to this competition." Jiang Kuo said.
"At that time, I was making a fuss about going to see my dad," Duan Feifei said. "My dad didn't want to see me, so... I was in a bad mood. Uncle would make me happy."
"In another two months, we can see each other every day." Jiang Kuo said.
"Well," Duan Feifei thought and clicked again, "I don't know what will happen, I feel embarrassed."
"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "Daddy, it won't take long for you to be embarrassed. You're not at home every day."
"His character..." Before Duan Feifei finished speaking, the phone rang in his pocket.
He took it out and looked at it, stunned for a while, then stood up and walked out: "I'll take a call."
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
Depend on.
What calls should you avoid
Who's calling, Duan Feifei! Who needs to answer the phone behind my back!
Jiang Kuo stared at Duan Feifei's back.
I haven't seen him for a few days, and there's actually a secret phone call that he can't hear!
Jiang Kuo couldn't help humming a song.
It's me who set you free...