"How did you do it?" Jiang Kuo looked at the kaleidoscope, slowly turning it little by little, and looked at the photos of himself with golden glitters in different shapes, basically a head, "The photo only cuts off the part of the head. I can figure it out, but why is it so small?"
"It's made of heat shrinkable film," Duan Feifei said. "It's the kind of custom made by drawing, typesetting it up for the seller, printing it out and sending it to you..."
"You don't need to go into such detail." Jiang Kuo watched and laughed.
"Five yuan a piece," Duan Feifei said, "and the material package."
"Why did you bring a quote?" Jiang Kuo laughed even harder, "What does the material package mean?"
"Material packs are gadgets and materials. These are what people buy for pendants, earrings, and keychains," said Duan Feifei, "I thought I had to print so much that I couldn't waste them, so I just bought them. I bought a material package, but I didn't look carefully and bought the wrong one..."
"What did you buy?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Earrings," Duan Feifei couldn't help but be amused, "A bunch of earrings and earplugs..."
Jiang Kuo laughed.
Holding the kaleidoscope and watching for a while, he turned his head and looked at Duan Feifei: "Why?"
"Huh?" Duan Feifei responded, sitting sideways on the sofa, leaning his head against his arm, staring at him.
"Why did you suddenly send something? It's still like this..." Jiang Kuo looked at the kaleidoscope in his hand, "It's so romantic."
"Is it romantic?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's quite romantic," Jiang Kuo said, "you've always been a very romantic person."
"Now this part should have been after the meal," Duan Feifei said. "After the meal, the stars have come out. I'll tell you when we're leaning here to watch the stars together."
"Then tell me now?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until the meal is over."
"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei said softly, "I didn't think too much before I asked you out for dinner, and I didn't think about giving gifts, so I was very anxious and didn't think about anything else..."
"Yeah." Jiang Kuo didn't speak, just responded, leaning on the sofa and turning his head to look at him.
"I originally wanted to ask," Duan Feifei paused, "is there a time limit for us to step back, how long if we have, and to what extent if we don't."
"There is no deadline." Jiang Kuo said softly.
"I think so too," Duan Feifei said. "There is no deadline for this. Maybe it will be soon, maybe it will be just like this... I thought you would say goodbye."
"If I say break up," Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows, "you will agree, and then there will be no more, you are afraid of breaking up, and you are looking forward to the day of breaking up."
"Damn." Duan Feifei said.
"Going back a little bit was the only way I could think of at the time," Jiang Kuo said, "but I don't know how to do it myself."
The waiter came over with a steaming hot pot, and when he saw the two of them, he stopped at the door.
"It's okay." Duan Feifei said.
The waiter put the hot pot on the table, turned on the fire, and quickly backed out.
Jiang Kuo kept looking at Duan Feifei, and his eyes never left.
"I'm..." Duan Feifei said again, "I don't know what to do. Some problems are caused by my personality and may not be corrected so quickly..."
"It doesn't have to be a problem to solve," Jiang Kuo said. "It's just by opening the distance that we have room to feel it. We don't have any process at all, so we are forced to think about what to do and what to do when we fall in love every day. , there is no room to feel it at all.”
"Yes." Duan Feifei smiled, "I feel it every day these days."
"What do you feel?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I feel..." Duan Feifei paused, took a sip of the water on the table, and cleared his throat when he leaned back on the sofa, "It may be a little numb, but..."
Two waiters came in with dishes.
Duan Feifei sighed.
"There's a show in our open-air bar at 9:30," a waiter said. "You can go and see it."
"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.
After the waiter went out, Duan Feifei took a breath, and without waiting for Jiang Kuo to turn his head to look at him, he said in a series: "I didn't think about being with you at first, but if you want, I will try my best to be with you, I think You will leave one day, although I am reluctant, but I will accept it, that is what I am prepared for... As long as you are not wronged during the time we are together. "
Jiang Kuo turned his head.
"Actually, I'm not sure that you will leave now, but... I can feel that you don't want to leave. This feeling is very solid. I may not completely change back to the original Duan very ordinary in front of you," Duan Feihan said. Say, "But that kind of solidity, you understand? I'm not going to keep assuming that one day you can't stand it and you'll leave, I know you won't... I'm not going to get along with you on the premise that you won't be wronged, of course, It's not that I want to make you feel wronged..."
"Understood," Jiang Kuo said softly, "I understand."
"And now I... how can I say, I won't let you go, I will stop crying and shouting, whatever, I will stop... I will be upset, I will be nervous, I will be jealous, I will want you to accompany me I, just sit next to me, stay in a daze, sleep, whatever, thinking that I can't help but ask you, come here, stay here," Duan Feifei frowned, speaking quickly, "These are That's what I feel, there is no need for a deadline, and I don't need to care what the final level will be. It's just like this, taking a step back, I know how reluctant it is... "
Jiang Kuo sniffed, and quickly wiped his eyes with his fingers.
"I just wanted to say today, I don't care what this step-back process should be like, I'll just do what I want to do now," Duan Feifei touched his bag, "I want to say..."
Jiang Kuo looked at his hand.
"Wait a minute," Duan Feifei said, turning around, pulling the bag open, stabbed his head, buried his entire face in the bag, and a voice came from the bag, "Wait a minute..."
Jiang Kuo had a sour nose at first, but now he looked at Duan Feifei's shape and suddenly wanted to laugh. He tried his best to control himself not to laugh out loud in such a warm and romantic atmosphere.
Duan Feifei rustled for a while, then pulled out his head from his bag, turned his head abruptly, and held a rose in his mouth.
Jiang Kuo was stunned.
Although this spit... No, it was not the first time he had seen the scene with a rose in his mouth. At this moment, he even suspected that Duan Feifei was determined to keep this part as the iconic scene in their relationship...
Even so, he was still shocked when he saw it again, trying to control his facial expression so that he didn't laugh on the spot.
During the stalemate, Duan Feifei took a breath and thought he was about to speak, but Rose's head suddenly fell apart, probably when she was thrown out of the bag and hit her head. Only a bunch of stamens remained.
Jiang Kuo couldn't control himself any longer, and collapsed on the sofa, bursting into laughter.
"Fuck." Duan Feifei cursed while holding an empty pole.
Jiang Kuo couldn't stop laughing, and he laughed so hard that his eyes filled with tears.
"Wait," Duan Feifei spat out the empty pole, "I still have plan B."
Jiang Kuo glanced at it and found that Duan Feifei still remembered to remove all the thorns on the pole this time, he laughed and shouted, "Ah..."
Duan Feifei quickly plunged his head into the bag again, carefully pulled out his head, and then turned his head again.
This time the rose didn't fall, because he turned his head and carefully pulled off the small net pocket on the rose's head.
"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo smiled and expressed his shock to his plan B.
"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei said, "the only thing I want to do now is to tell you..."
Jiang Kuo rubbed his face, slowly stopped smiling, and stared at him.
"I like you very much, I can't tell when it started," Duan Feifei took the rose from his mouth, "There are many uncertain things, one thing that can be certain is enough, I like you very much , also like the feeling of being with you, relaxed, comfortable, like your character, like your looks and... figure, like everything about you, including your money."
Jiang Kuo laughed and hooked his fingers: "Aren't you going to give me flowers?"
"Let's officially be together." Duan Feifei put the flower in his hand.
"Okay." Jiang Kuo clenched the flower tightly and agreed without thinking.
Applause suddenly came from the door, warm and sparse.
Jiang Kuo was startled, and when he turned his head, he was shocked to find that there were two waiters standing outside the tent, pushing a cart full of vegetables, clapping together.
"...Fuck." Jiang Kuo whispered at the beginning.
"Thank you," Duan Feifei waved at the waiter, "Come on."
The waiter pushed the trolley in, put it next to the table, and said, "Have a nice meal, both of you."
"I thought they were going to say that the two of you will get along well for a hundred years." Jiang Kuo said.
"Yes." Duan Feifei patted his thigh and stood up.
Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"You two come back!" Duan Feifei shouted and walked outside the tent.
"Hey!" Jiang Kuo jumped up in fright and grabbed him, "Why are you going?"
"Let the two of them come back and tell us that we have been together for a hundred years," Duan Feifei said, "or else we won't be happy!"
"You're insane!" Jiang Kuo pressed him onto a chair and sat down, then probed out to look around, but luckily the waiter walked fast.
Although people really want to come back, he believes that with Duan's extraordinary "social" ability, he will definitely be able to turn embarrassment into selling beef with sauce.
"Let's eat," said Duan Feifei, "I ordered a set meal for four."
"...Why do you want four people?" Jiang Kuo sat down.
"I also want a special environment, and I also want a little bit of ignorance," Duan Feifei said, "but his house is too cheap, and the two-person hot pot package is 488, which is a little far from the unknowing, so I asked for one. The four-person set menu is six-eight-eight.”
"Isn't it because four people 688 is more cost-effective than two people 488?" Jiang Kuo asked, "If you can't finish eating, you can take it back and give it to the model group."
"I didn't think about it that much, I just wanted to be more expensive." Duan Feifei laughed, "But there is no alcohol today, I have to drive, if you want to drink..."
"Don't drink," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "drink."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei took the juice from the cart, poured two glasses, and raised a toast to him.
Jiang Kuo took the cup, touched him, lowered his head and took a sip.
"Don't you need to say anything?" Duan Feifei asked.
"What you said just now," Jiang Kuo smiled, "enough to touch it a hundred times."
"I feel... I didn't say it comprehensively enough," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't fully express what I thought, maybe I was too nervous..."
"As long as I can understand," Jiang Kuo said, "If you think of something, you can say it slowly in the future. You have more time."
"Is it numb?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's not numb," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm almost in tears."
"This measure is a bit low," Duan Feifei said, "You're a crybaby."
"Don't say it as if you never cried." Jiang Kuo tutted.
Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing, just looked at him.
"Why?" Jiang Kuo also looked at him, "Don't eat?"
"I remember it." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo rinsed a piece of meat into a bowl and stopped.
"Huh? You eat," Duan Feifei picked up his chopsticks, "I don't remember it anymore."
"No," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Duan Feifei."
"Here." Duan Feifei said.
"I like the way it feels now," Jiang Kuo said, "At first I didn't know what we should do to be considered a step back, and what would be the desired result when we're done, but as it is now, very good."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"I also know that some things can't be completely adjusted in such a short time," Jiang Kuo said, "but we have all tasted the sweetness and know what a comfortable posture is..."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Kuo snorted.
"You continue." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
"I will walk in this direction in the future." Jiang Kuo said, "I'm done."
Duan Feifei paused for a while, put down his chopsticks, and supported the table to reach him.
Jiang Kuo sat still and looked at him.
Duan Feifei tried hard to go forward for a long time, but in the end he was scorched by the heat of the hot pot in the middle and had to retreat.
"Isn't it worth you to come over and kiss me!" Jiang Kuo couldn't help asking.
"Fuck," Duan Feifei pulled up his chair, "Don't I think it looks more romantic and beautiful with my head stretched out? We can see our shadows outside."
"Really?" Jiang Kuo glanced at the tent immediately, "Are you so happy that you want to perform for others?"
"Well." Duan Feifei came over and pulled the back of his chair.
Jiang Kuolian's chair and people were turned by him for a small half circle and faced him face to face.
"Are you strong?" Jiang Kuo hooked the corner of his mouth.
"Desire makes people strong." Duan Feihan glanced at the door of the tent, leaned over with the back of the chair, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
Jiang Kuo looked at him.
Duan Feifei's breath was warmer than the heat coming from the hot pot, and he rushed to his face, and then wrapped a kiss on his lips.
The kiss didn't last long, but when Duan Feifei's lips left, Jiang Kuo still felt a little breathless.
While busy breathing, he subconsciously glanced outside the door, with the illusion that two waiters would be there to applaud them right away.
"Don't look, I won't be applauding again," said Duan Feifei, "just whispering around."
Jiang Kuo smiled and took out the piece of meat that had just been rinsed in the bowl and put it in the bone plate, ready to re-boil a slice.
"...Give it to me," Duan Feifei stretched out his chopsticks and took the piece of meat, "Is there three minutes before I can't eat it?"
"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Give it to me in the future," Duan Feifei said. "I can eat it when I come over in two hours, and I can eat it hot the next day."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and ate a piece of meat again.
"Why didn't you speak?" Duan Feifei asked.
"You said," Jiang Kuo said, "I want to hear what you have to say."
"What?" Duan Feifei took a sip of soup.
"Whatever, just say those nonsense," Jiang Kuo said, "It sounds very comfortable."
"What kind of hobby are you," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "You give me a head start, I'm not a talker, my bullshit has to have a theme."
"You just said you like my money," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Is it true?"
"...Well," Duan Feifei laughed, leaning back in the chair, "but I just found out how much money you have in the morning, and I confessed at night... s-"
Duan Feifei frowned: "It sounds a bit like a conspiracy."
"Is it such an obvious conspiracy?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Actually, I thought about it seriously," Duan Feifei looked at him, "I like a lot of things about you, your different character, different behavior, different temperament, and in some ways, it's also because of you. The family has money."
"Well." Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"But you still have to have parents like Mr. Jiang and his wife." Duan Feifei said.
"I won't convey it to President Jiang," Jiang Kuo tutted, "Don't flatter him."
"I'll just tell the truth." Duan Feifei smiled.
Jiang Kuo didn't eat too much this meal, and felt a little excited, completely lost his appetite, but drank two jugs of juice.
The waiter removed everything and packed the rest of the dishes. They both fell on the sofa and looked at the night sky above the tent.
"The stars have come out." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's quite a lot." Duan Feifei raised his phone, adjusted it for a long time, and took a picture.
"Want to go to the show?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I heard the music."
"Do you want to go?" Duan Feifei put down his phone, put his hand behind Jiang Kuo, picked up his clothes, and touched his back lightly.
"I don't want to go." Jiang Kuo stopped breathing, this familiar and unfamiliar excitement rushed from his back to his whole body in an instant, and his fingertips were a little numb.
"Then watch the stars here?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "this feeling now..."
Duan Feifei's hand touched his back again, from back to waist, and back again.
"If you want this," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "I think it's best to go home."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei paused, then stood up with a hand, took the bag and threw it on his shoulder, "Let's go."
"Ah?" Jiang Kuo didn't react.
"Go home." Duan Feifei said.
"The tenth floor?" Jiang Kuo asked immediately.
"Well." Duan Feifei looked at him.
"It's been a long time since I cleaned up." Jiang Kuo said.
"I'll clean it up and give you a spotless room in half an hour," Duan Feifei said, "Of course, it's not impossible if you want to go back to 107, as long as Ding Zhe doesn't smash the door..."
"Tenth floor!" Jiang Kuo laughed.