Jiang Kuo got up and walked out, Duan Feifei wandered around in the tent and looked around.
"Why?" Jiang Kuo was puzzled.
"You walked really quickly," Duan Feifei walked out while checking out with his mobile phone, "There are so many things, can't you just watch the fall when you leave?"
"I never watch." Jiang Kuo said.
"Yeah," Duan Feifei said, "the six relatives don't recognize the snot after eating and the waiter can cry and shout all the way to chase out the door and give it to you with both hands."
"That's right." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.
"Let's go," Duan Feifei shook his car keys, "Go back in the river."
"Can the truck swim in the Che River?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Don't underestimate the road that trucks can travel. It's very prosperous. This time is the peak of going out of the city and entering the city," Duan Feifei said. "I have experience."
"I'm going to take a big test." Jiang Kuo said.
"If you're too bored, why don't you take an accountant exam." Duan Feifei said.
"...Forget it, please hire someone," Jiang Kuo said, "Isn't Duan Ling an accountant?"
"I was a cashier before, and then I changed my career to be an administrator," Duan Feifei said. "You don't want her to do bills for us in the future, right?"
"Then you don't want me to do the accounting in the future, right?" Jiang Kuo asked.
Duan Feifei looked at him: "I still have confidence in you, I feel that you are very sensitive to numbers."
"I'm afraid that three cents will not be accounted for every month." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei laughed for a long time, feeling that it would really be like this.
When they were walking out, the two of them passed the open-air bar that was performing. A band had just finished singing a song, and the lead singer was taking the note passed by the waiter.
"It's quite comfortable here, and the tent is fairly clean," Jiang Kuo said. "I'll ask everyone to come and play here after I've been busy for a while."
"Okay." Duan Feifei said.
The lead singer on the small stage raised his head and said, "There are two waiters who ordered the moon to represent my heart for the two mysterious guests."
There was applause at the scene, and some people looked around to see who the two mysterious guests were.
But at the moment, it is basically a combination of two people at the scene.
"Fuck." Duan Feifei looked at the waiter who just handed the lead singer a note.
"Is it the two who didn't tell us that they have been together for a hundred years?" Jiang Kuo had no impression of the waiter's face, but only knew that the waiter who applauded them at the entrance of the tent before was a man and a woman.
At this moment, it was also a man and a woman who stood on the edge of the stage and ordered a song, and were looking at them both with a smile.
"Yes." Duan Feifei said.
"…Do you want to listen?" Jiang Kuo asked.
For him, this kind of behavior is quite offensive and embarrassing. In the past, under normal circumstances, he would definitely walk away without giving him a look.
But today's situation is not the same after all, so I have to refer to Duan·Dating Talent·Interpersonal Relationship Management Master·Social Niubi Ceiling·Top Emotional Intelligence·Full of Compassionate Skills·Extraordinary Opinions.
"After listening," Duan Feifei said, "it's okay, they didn't say who they were, it's just a way of expressing friendliness."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.
They took their seats on the bar stools at the end of the crowd.
In fact, it is also a coincidence. Last time, when Duan Feifei was holding a flower in his mouth, the background music was the moon representing my heart. Today, when Duan Feifei was holding a flower in his mouth again, the moon represented my heart again.
This old nostalgic song is too far away for him, but he doesn't know where he can constantly hear and even hum a tune, and at this moment, it seems to create another time and space.
The lead singer sang was an adaptation, a little less sweet and more flamboyant, but it was still the moving tune, especially when many people started to sing along after a few sentences, Jiang Kuo felt that his mind changed. Very tumultuous.
Today, he has been quite calm. Duan Feifei suddenly confessed without any preparation. Although he was surprised, he also felt that such a day would come.
Especially in the middle of the way, before I got up, I was laughed at by Duan Feifei's confession performance.
Until now, listening to this song, which already had a different meaning to him, and listening to the people singing in unison under the starlight, his interrupted emotions suddenly seemed to come back to life. all over the body.
Duan Feifei's hand came around from behind him, and when he wiped lightly on his face, he realized that he was actually crying.
"Damn it." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and wanted to wipe his tears, but he felt that the two waiters would probably look at them. This tear-wiping action was a bit...
So he turned his head and rubbed Duan Feifei's sleeve.
"... very nice?" Duan Feifei asked.
Jiang Kuo was stunned for two seconds before he realized what this smooth face meant, and the tears suddenly couldn't continue, and he smiled for a long time with his face covered with tears.
At the end of the chorus, everyone applauded for their singing voice, Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifei also walked out together while applauding.
When passing by the two waiters, Duan Feifei also said hello: "Thank you."
Only then did Jiang Kuo realize that it was the two who ordered the song. When he wanted to pull the corner of his mouth and smile, he had already passed by.
"Hey," he sighed, "I'm keeping my face straight."
"It's alright, it's suitable for you to act like a force," Duan Feifei put his arm around his shoulder, "When you first came to school, as soon as you said thank you, I thought you wanted to find a fight."
Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time before looking at him: "Are you scolding me?"
"No," said Duan Feifei, "you are born to be like this, so charming, so cute."
Jiang Kuo snorted.
The parking lot was already full of cars, and their trucks were especially cool among the cars.
"It's so chic." Jiang Kuo sat in the co-pilot and cushioned a small seat, "Go back in the car and river."
"Let you see a different car river." Duan Feifei started the car.
After leaving the parking lot, the surroundings became dark, the street lights were much sparser than those in the urban area, and the stars in the sky became clear.
Jiang Kuo stuck his phone out of the car window, clicked on the video, and faced the sky.
"Can you record it?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I don't know, maybe I can't record it." Jiang Kuo leaned against the back of the chair, with a little cool wind blowing in, with the fragrance of soil and grass, and the humid atmosphere belonging to the night, very comfortable.
"If you can't record, take your hands back and close the window." Duan Feifei said.
"Why?" Jiang Kuo closed his eyes and took a breath, "Don't you smell the smell of the suburbs in the dark night?"
"It's the smell of smoke and dust," Duan Feifei said. "There are dirt roads on both sides, and all you can smell is ashes."
Jiang Kuo was stunned.
"Close the window, young master." Duan Feifei sighed.
Jiang Kuo quickly retracted his hand and closed the window.
At this moment, he looked out again, and sure enough, the bushes on the side of the road were covered with white ashes. He lowered his head and scratched on his head: "Fuck it."
Duan Feifei laughed loudly beside him: "You don't have little common sense in life, you don't have it at all."
"I didn't look out!" Jiang Kuo disagreed.
"Okay." Duan Feifei said.
"Fuck off." Jiang Kuo cursed.
When he was going back, Duan Feihan was driving another road, and Jiang Kuo couldn't tell which road was south, south, north, and west. In short, after driving up, he felt a lot brighter, but then he reacted, this is the What Duan Feifan said was a different car.
This is a road full of trucks. Front, back, left and right, one after another are trucks. Occasionally, a few small cars are caught in the middle and feel aggrieved and worried.
"It's going to come up in my car," Jiang Kuo looked down at a car next to him from the car window, "It's all gray in half an hour."
"People won't be able to find it even if you get rubbed off." Duan Feifei said.
"Where does this road lead to?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"The entrance out of the city," said Duan Feifei, "when we go to your house during the winter vacation, we will take the expressway at the entrance in front."
"Ah." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Speaking of the trip during the winter vacation, he suddenly had some inexplicable emotions.
"Can you still go out to play in the summer vacation?" he said, "your dad just came out, and our online store is probably busy. Yang Ke will send me a message when he has nothing to do in the past two days, either to report or to ask questions..."
"As long as you want to go out," said Duan Feifei, "how can you squeeze in time, the old uncle and Yang Ke are staring at the production area, and you can do other things with a mobile phone and a computer."
"I used to go out with Cannons to play, and if I had a friend, I would just hold a computer, and I looked like I was in charge of everything," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't like it, why do I need to bring work to do it? I didn't expect that one day I would Might as well be…”
"You won't," Duan Feifei said. "You might fall asleep with your computer in your arms, so let me do it."
Jiang Kuo laughed, stretched out his hand and flicked his face, and stared at him for a long time.
"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "suddenly I thought a lot."
"What are you thinking?" Duan Feifei glanced at him.
"A lot later," Jiang Kuo stretched, leaned back in his chair, and looked in front, "I've been thinking a lot about the future recently. Am I mature?"
"You've always had a mature side," Duan Feifei said, "a one-sided omelette."
Jiang Kuo was out of his mind for a while, and then smiled at the car window for a while.
It’s been a long time since I came here on the tenth floor. When Duan Feifei came over, no one would clean it up. If no one cleans up, the ashes will fall. People like Jiang Kuo, who are not diligent and indifferent, will not clean up. After a while, call a housekeeper.
When entering the room, Jiang Kuo sniffed: "It's okay, there is no odor."
"It's not, nor is it smelly," Duan Feifei scratched on the shoe cabinet, "the ash hasn't fallen too much, I'll put the bed away in a while..."
"What kind of bed do you want!" Jiang Kuo slammed the door with his backhand, rushed over and hugged him.
Duan Feifei has experienced hundreds of battles, and when he entered the door, he knew that Jiang Kuo would have to pounce again, so he turned around to accurately hold him, and caught him again before Jiang Kuo madly kissed him in the face. kiss.
A tooth-face conflict was avoided.
The kiss was very hard for both of them. Although they didn't knock, the movement was bigger than the knock.
There are not as many clothes as in winter now, but although there is no movement to take off his coat, Jiang Kuo kicked off his shoes and kicked them with momentum.
During his breath, Duan Fei almost thought it was from downstairs to warn them not to disturb the people.
Jiang Kuo was not frightened by such a big movement.
... Probably all the attention is on the tongue.
The two of them took off their shoes and threw their bags, and at the same time you fought meleely to the window like a fight, and finally they let go after the curtains smeared their faces.
"Fuck," Jiang Kuo squeezed Duan Feifei's neck without loosening his arms, "it's time to change the curtains."
"...It's washing," Duan Feifei said. "It's also washing when the curtains fall, not throwing them away."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, he was panting and laughing, and after a while he said, "Who was kissing me just now?"
"You." Duan Feifei said, "I am a restrained person."
"Impossible," Jiang Kuo lowered his head and rested his chin on his shoulder, "I'm an elegant person."
"You have a little misunderstanding of yourself." Duan Feifei touched his waist up and down.
"Are you taking a shower?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"You wash first," Duan Feifei squeezed his waist, "I'll tidy up the... bed first and change..."
"What kind of bed do you want!" Jiang Kuo suddenly shouted.
Before Duan Feifei could say, "Although you don't need a bed to be a hooligan, you still need a bed to sleep." Jiang Kuo grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the bathroom.
"No," Duan Feifei suddenly began to struggle, "No... help..."
Jiang Kuo paused, looked back at him, and asked in shock, "What's your move?"
"What does this uncle want to do!" Duan Feifei continued to struggle with his wrists twisted.
"...Fuck," Jiang Kuo almost choked with laughter, "Master is going to deal with you!"
"Don't..." Duan Feifei tried again, Jiang Kuo's grip was really strong, and he couldn't break free.
"I will!" Jiang Kuo glared at him and roared, "Give up the useless struggle immediately!" "Okay." Duan Feifei immediately relaxed.
"Come on you!" Jiang Kuo dragged him into the bathroom.
This one-person bathroom with familiar rogue reminiscences.
Jiang Kuo still set the water temperature very high, the water poured down from the top of the two of them, and the clothes were soaked and attached to their bodies. a while."
"It's so comfortable," Jiang Kuo tugged at his clothes, "I like the feeling of warmth."
Duan Feifei didn't speak, he pulled his clothes to take off, but Jiang Kuo held his hand: "That's it."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei stopped.
Jiang Kuo grabbed him hard across his clothes: "That's it."
The clothes that were tightly attached to the body had a hot feeling of restraint, and when the hands touched it, it was unclear whether it was the hands or the clothes, with an ambiguous sense of oppression.
The water rushes past the ear, and occasionally makes the shortness of breath stop when it flows over the face...
Another day of being forced to watch.
Shower thought.
This bathroom had been vacant for a long time, and when the steaming water poured out again today, the shower knew that the two men's battle of wasting water had begun again.
I don't know if it was because they hadn't fought for too long, but they fought extremely fiercely.
The glass in the bathroom was a silent guy, and they couldn't help but speak for the first time.
They'll smash me into pieces.
No, the shower said, you are an explosion-proof glass with a diamond explosion-proof film.
The weather is hot, the fog of hot water is not as thick as in winter, and the shower can see some fighting scenes. It seems that the man with many scars on his body is at a disadvantage, and the glass is when the man with the zipper on his body beats him. When it hit, there were traces of his fingers on the glass, one after another, very miserable.
But today's battle was a long one. When the shower heard the gasp and finally lowered his breath, thinking the battle was over, the Scar Man walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the Zipper Man's hand.
"Come out," said the scarred man.
"Huh?" Zipper replied.
"There is no activity inside." The Scar Man pulled the Zipper Man out of the bathroom and pulled it to the sink.
There was another tear, and the zipper was pressed in front of the mirror of the sink, and slapped the mirror's face with a slap.
oops! shouted the mirror.
What's wrong? The shower asked eagerly.
He slaps me. said the mirror.
It's okay, they just fanned the glass too. The shower head comforts the mirror.
The mirror was the first time I saw such a scene and was shocked.
The zipper on the man's body was obviously fake, but the man behind him kept trying to unzip him. He swiped his hand on the zipper many times, but he never succeeded.
Later, the mirror could not be seen clearly, and the hand that patted its face kept pushing it. The mirror was not installed very well, and it would sway when pushed, and the vision became blurred.
Rather than watching fights, Mirror began to worry about being pushed off the wall by them.
When the battle finally ended, Mirror breathed a sigh of relief.
Finished? Shower asked.
Finished. said the mirror.
The ground was full of water, and when Jiang Kuo took another shower and came out, he slipped out for half a meter as soon as his feet touched the ground.
"Fuck," he said, startled. "It scared me to death."
"As expected of a skier," Duan Feifei stretched out his foot from the bathroom and picked the slippers next to him, "He can stand without falling down."
"I'm going to fall, will I hit my head?" Jiang Kuo put on his shoes and touched the back of his head a little worriedly.
"So," Duan Feifei stepped out of the bathroom and put on slippers, "two things, one is to put on shoes when going out of the bathroom, and the other is that we still need a bed."
Jiang Kuo put on his bathrobe and walked out while having fun.
After the labor, Duan Feifei had to clean up the bed alone, Jiang Kuo couldn't bear it, and went to help.
"Don't," Duan Feifei stopped him, "You stand there and watch, I'll change the whole thing in ten minutes, come over and stretch out your hand, it won't be finished in half an hour."
"You look down on people, right?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.
"Don't look down on you now, hurry up and go to bed," Duan Feifei touched his face sincerely, "I will definitely look down on you tomorrow, you can change it again tomorrow."
Jiang Kuo smiled and stepped aside, leaning on the cabinet door and looking at him.
Duan Feifei was really agile. He took off the dusty things on the bed, wrapped them in sheets, put them aside, took a vacuum cleaner and sucked them in, then laid the sheets and put on pillowcases...
More than ten minutes, Jiang Kuo gave him time, almost fifteen minutes, but watching Duan Feifei work shirtless, he enjoyed it very much, he even thought it was only five minutes.
"Please." Duan Fei pointed to the bed.
"Let me blow your hair." Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay." Duan Feifei went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.
"Sit." Jiang Kuo pointed at him with the hair dryer.
"I feel like the next sentence is to raise your hand." Duan Feifei sat down.
Jiang Kuo stood in front of him, grabbed the back of his head and took him forward, letting him lean on him, then turned on the hair dryer, and started to blow randomly on his head.
"Are you comfortable?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei closed his eyes in response, and put his arms around his waist.
"I don't know what it will blow out," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't care."
"It's alright, just blow dry," Duan Feifei said.
"I find you look down on me quite a bit." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei laughed, still closing his eyes: "Well, but I just like you like this."
"M." Jiang Kuo said. "Um-na." Duan Feifei nodded.
The phone rang in the living room, Jiang Kuo turned off the hair dryer and listened: "Is it yours?"
"My phone is still in my bag," Duan Feifei said, "it's yours."
"That's all right," Jiang Kuo continued to blow his hair, "I'm fine on my phone."
"Also, is Yang Ke looking for you?" Duan Feifei said.
"I'll look for you if he can't find it," Jiang Kuo said. "If your phone doesn't ring all the time, it means that there's nothing serious."
"Okay." Duan Feifei hugged his waist hard.
"When you blow for me in a while, remember not to blow backwards, but along the way," Jiang Kuo said, "My hair is stiff, and blowing backwards will still be upside down when I wake up tomorrow morning."
Duan Feifei didn't speak, but laughed for a long time.
"What?" Jiang Kuo tapped him with a hair dryer, "What's so funny!"
"No," Duan Feifei rubbed his back, "I think it's cute."
"The boss is a young man, don't always say I'm cute." Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay." Duan Feifei smiled, "It's not cute at all."