Jiang Kuo didn't go home after the summer vacation, which didn't attract much attention at home. His mother just asked: "Did you fail the exam and wait for the make-up exam at school?"
As expected of her mother, although she is usually more hands-off than President Jiang, she still guessed quite accurately at critical moments.
"No," Jiang Kuo denied it out of appearance. "It's the first time I've had a long holiday since the store opened. I want to sort out the recent affairs before going back."
"I can't believe you," Mom said. "How's business going?"
"It has fallen back," Jiang Kuo said. "Now there are only a little more than one-third of the orders during the peak period, but they are stable and not bad for a new store."
"That's fine," Mom said. "Keep going."
"How is your home?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Mr. Jiang is still busy. I went for a re-examination on my head yesterday. There is no problem, but I have a headache from time to time," my mother said. "I'm in good shape recently, and I took Benben out to paint yesterday."
"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked again.
"Yo," Mom paused, "are you still thinking about asking me?"
"Otherwise," Jiang Kuo said, "do you think I won't ask?"
"Who knows," my mother smiled, "after all, I'm the best person right now."
"All the pressure is on the people who are the most okay." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's my mother's eldest son," said the mother.
"Don't stay up late lately," Jiang Kuo said, "Have a good rest, or it will not be easy to grow old."
"Hang up," said the mother, "it can't be my son who can't speak."
Before Jiang Kuo could speak again, his mother hung up the phone.
Jiang Kuo smiled and sent a message to his mother.
[JK921]MUA
[The biggest morning glory]Less numbness
The number of people in the school began to gradually decrease, and 119 became only Jiang Kuo and Ma Xiao as usual.
Ma Xiao has been working part-time at Niu Sandao, and he has done a good job. He still plans to stay home this summer and work for a month.
"Aren't you going home?" Ma Xiao asked.
"The things in the store are done first." Jiang Kuo said.
"The business has been stable recently." Ma Xiao said, he is responsible for packing and unloading, and he is very clear about the daily volume of goods.
"Well," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I plan to plan the next step."
"Come on." After Ma Xiao finished speaking, he took the water cup and walked out of the dormitory, rushing to Niu Sandao to go to work. Fresh beef arrived this morning, and he had to go to unload it.
Jiang Kuo looked at the time, also left the dormitory, and knocked on the door of 107.
"Come in." Duan Feifei said inside.
"Come in," Jiang Kuo pushed the door open with his toes, "Let's go."
"Well," Duan Feifei responded while standing in the middle of the room, but didn't move, "Let's see if everything has been brought."
"It's your dad who got out of prison, not you," Jiang Kuo said. "If you have anything to bring, you can just go."
"Do you want to bring a bottle of water or something to drink?" Duan Feifei said, "I can buy it at the school supermarket in a while?"
Jiang Kuo didn't speak.
"Or something to eat, he didn't eat breakfast when he came out early, right?" Duan Feifei said, "Do you want to bring breakfast?"
"It's not too late," Jiang Kuo walked into the room, pulled Duan Feihan's arm and pulled him out, then closed the door, "You don't need to bring anything, you don't need to buy anything, just go there and pick up someone, Then go to dinner."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"Ding Zhe has already reserved a box, they will go directly at noon." Jiang Kuo said.
The model group did not go home, they were all waiting to welcome Duan Feifei's father today.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Don't be nervous." Jiang Kuo patted him on the back.
"It's okay, I'm not so nervous when you talk to me," Duan Feihan moved his neck and waved his arms again, "Are we still going to have breakfast?"
"Your mood now," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Can you still eat?"
"You have to eat if I can't eat it," Duan Feifei said. "It's quite regular for you to eat breakfast."
"I'm fine," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm afraid it's too late."
"Buy some food and pack it for you to eat in the car?" Duan Feifei said.
"Barbecued pork buns, soy milk, the kind you want to bottle." Jiang Kuo said immediately.
"Let's go." Duan Feifei smiled and put his arms around his shoulder.
Although I didn't drive the sports car that my father threatened to drive when he came out, but driving a Bentley was quite a success.
Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo, who was eating his breakfast slowly in the co-pilot.
The words Dad once said echoed in my head again.
"It's good to have such a friend, who can help you in the future."
At the beginning, this sentence made his whole person collapse, and he felt sorry for his father, and would say such a sentence that was completely out of character.
Although neither he nor his father could have imagined that this sentence would come true so quickly, it seemed like a powerful prophecy.
But when Duan Feifei thought about this sentence again, in addition to still feeling sorry for his father, he didn't have the sudden sadness that he had when he saw Jiang Kuo's message.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo glanced at him.
"My dad is a prophet." Duan Feifei said.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo didn't realize what he was saying for a long time, and after a while, he said, "Suddenly werewolf killing?"
Duan Feifei was stunned by what he said, and only laughed after a few seconds.
"What did you say?" Jiang Kuo laughed inexplicably at him.
"It's nothing," Duan Feifei reached out and touched his face, "Young master, you are so cute."
"You are so fucking cute." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei laughed even harder.
"Drive well," Jiang Kuo continued to eat, "Don't be crazy until you receive your dad."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
This was the first time that Duan Feifei didn't take the bus to the prison. Perhaps because of the different means of transportation and different moods, he felt that the scenery on this road was a little different from before.
It is very clean, the greenery on the roadside is very beautiful, and I also found a scene that I have never noticed before, and I can't see it very much on the bus. There is a section of the road where the trees are very large, and the crowns of the trees are crisscrossed above the road, like a line through the road. Light green channel.
"This road is very old," Jiang Kuo finally finished his breakfast slowly, "The trees are so big."
"Well," said Duan Feifei, "I just found out today that I used to take a bus and I couldn't see it from the side windows." "Look more," Jiang Kuo said. Mung bean cake, there should be no chance to leave again."
"You can buy some later." Duan Feifei said.
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "Tang Li bought mung bean cake next to the school before, but it's not as delicious as the one you bought."
"Is there a possibility," Duan Feifei said, "because I bought it, it's especially delicious when you eat it."
"Let's have a little face." Jiang Kuo said.
"Isn't it?" Duan Feifei looked at him with a smile.
"Yes, because the handsome Duan Yingjun touched it," Jiang Kuo said, "so it's extra sweet, like a tongue kiss with a handsome guy."
"...Damn," Duan Feifei said, "you are still amazing."
At half past eight, the car drove to the gate of the prison.
The prison guards go to work at 8:30. After completing the formalities, they will pick up things and change clothes. It is estimated that they will come out after 9:00.
Jiang Kuo was sitting in the car, looking at the gate of the opposite prison, with an inexplicable sense of oppression. He didn't know how Duan Feifei felt every time he walked in.
He reached out and touched Duan Feifei's leg.
"You still take advantage at this time?" Duan Feifei said.
"Place you." Jiang Kuo said, "You little yellow man."
Duan Feifei laughed, thinking about it and looking back at the back seat.
"The stuff was put on the car yesterday," Jiang Kuo said. "You checked it again when you got in the car. Is there anything you're worried about?"
"I'm going to go through the process again, except for those superstitious things, I'm not too superstitious..." Duan Feifei snapped his fingers, "Don't look back after you come out, right?"
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Then go get a haircut," Duan Feifei continued to snap his fingers, "Go to take a shower, change into new clothes, walk around the downtown area, and then go home."
"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "yes, but it depends on your father's willingness to cooperate with you to do this, change clothes when you come out, and change again after taking a shower."
"He will definitely cooperate. Luo Guanjiao said that he can send a new set of clothes in first, but he didn't let him. He said that it's fine to wear the old clothes, and it's no problem to change into new clothes when he comes out," Duan Feifei said, "Besides, he just came out, everyone Meng…”
Halfway through he stopped and sighed.
"It's alright," Jiang Kuo said immediately, "Show your social skills and stop talking about him."
"Hey," Duan Feifei laughed, "Actually, it would be nice if the old uncle came together. He should be better off seeing his younger brother, after all, they have known each other for a long time."
"Isn't the old man going to leave time for you father and son to meet and cry," Jiang Kuo said, "I feel that maybe he is also nervous and doesn't dare to come."
The two leaned in the car, chatted one after another, and looked at the opposite door together.
Jiang Kuo's hand was held tightly by Duan Feifei, his palms were sweating, but no one planned to let go. Jiang Kuo had no chance to let go. He felt that Duan Feifei's knuckles were all gone. locked.
As he was talking, the door over there opened.
They both sat up at the same time and leaned forward at the same time, staring at the person coming out.
"It's him." Duan Feifei's voice trembled, he turned around to open the door and jumped out, holding Jiang Kuo's hand without letting go.
Jiang Kuo was dragged into the middle by him: "Small section!"
Duan Feifei just reacted, let go of his hand, and looked at him.
"Go!" Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei swallowed his saliva, turned around and walked towards the door.
Jiang Kuo could feel that Duan Feifei was very nervous, but he could also feel that he was also very nervous. He even lay in the cab and kept the posture after Duan Feifei released his hand.
It wasn't until he discovered that Duan Feifei had turned a corner, and when he wanted to laugh, he noticed that he was still lying on the seat.
He sat up quickly, opened the door and got out of the car.
Duan Feifei had already made a small jump, adjusted the turn around, and was facing the man who came out of the prison gate step by step.
Some are eager, some are restrained, the steps are not as dashing as usual, and the state of calm and composure no matter how many eyes are when the social cow disease occurs, it is like returning to ten years ago.
Changed back to that handsome and somewhat immature boy.
The parking location was actually not too far from the prison gate, but Duan Feihan walked very hard, just like in a dream, every step had to be hard.
On the other hand, the father who came over was similar.
Duan Feifei wondered if he hadn't seen Duan Yingjie walking for too many years. Every time he walked five steps from the door in the meeting room to the glass, came five steps, and walked five steps.
After ten years, Duan Feifei finally saw Duan Yingjie walk more than five steps away.
And this gait is not the same as what he remembered, or rather, Duan Feifei is almost unable to remember how his father walked back then.
Now my father is less than thirty meters away from him, walking towards him step by step in a strange yet familiar gesture, a little hard, he looks like he wants to be faster, but it seems that he is going to fight when he comes. Like reluctance.
A gust of wind blew over and rolled up some fine sand, which was probably rolled into Dad's mouth. He frowned and spat fiercely.
The disgusted and unhappy expression on his face was a familiar look in Duan Fei's memory, and he couldn't help laughing.
Dad stared at him, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled.
Duan Feifei only reacted suddenly in a split second. From now on, he no longer has to calculate or dare not calculate when his father will come out. What to say the next time you see it, no more gossiping while watching a movie while watching the news and thinking that you have a dad in jail because of anything related. …
He couldn't help but raised his hand and wiped it on his eyes.
From now on, he has stepped into a new life. As long as he wants, he can see his father every day, chat, quarrel, maybe fight... or be beaten...
Dad stopped suddenly.
Duan Feifei looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking, but he still walked forward.
Dad looked at him and opened his arms a few seconds later.
Duan Feifei has seen this action countless times in his dreams. Dad opened his arms, and Xiao Duan Feifei started to run, then jumped up and rushed over. Dad caught him and shouted, "Fuck me, the scale has grown again"...
This is the scene before he was ten years old.
Maybe my father's memory is still ten years ago, and facing his son who is more than 1.8 meters tall, he still stretches his arms and poses that distant and intimate gesture between father and son.
Duan Feifei paused for a second while facing his father with his arms outstretched, but then started running.
He is no longer the little boy he used to be, and at this distance, he feels like he has only run twenty paces, and he can clearly see his father's face.
He still chose the latter between jumping up and jumping on his father or opening his arms and hugging him. He was afraid that he would knock his father down in front of the prison gate and cause misunderstanding, so he finally came out.
He hugged his father and shouted, "Dad."
"Hey," Dad responded, hugged him tightly, and patted him on the back, from the back of the head to the shoulders to the lower back, "My son has really grown up, this guy! I!"
"Yeah." Duan Feifei also patted him on the back.
"It's just that I didn't have a good hug when I was a kid," Dad said. "It's boring."
"Then let go." Duan Feifei said.
Dad smiled, didn't say anything, didn't let go, just patted him on and off his back, like coaxing a child to sleep.
Duan Feifei didn't speak any more, the tears that had just been held back came back at this moment, quite turbulent, and even had no time to close his eyes, the tears flowed all over his face.
After being silent for a while, Dad said again: "Let's go, if you don't go, people will think I'm going back and say goodbye to you."
"Don't talk nonsense." Duan Feifei released his arm and quickly wiped his face.
Dad looked at him.
Duan Feifei didn't hide it anymore, waiting for him to laugh at himself.
But the father just sighed and said, "My son is wronged."
"No." Duan Feifei pulled up his T-shirt and rubbed it on his face.
"It doesn't matter at all!" Dad said.
Duan Feifei smiled: "Do you still pay attention to this at this moment?"
"Did that kid come with you?" Dad raised his chin in the direction behind him.
"Well," Duan Feifei glanced back, Jiang Kuo waved at him leaning against the door, and he immediately waved, "He is Jiang Kuo, Jiang Rich, the one who drives a sports car."
"I see," Dad nodded. "This kind of kid from a rich family can see it at a glance from such a long distance... Go ahead, don't let people wait there."
"Well," Duan Feifei turned around and took two steps, then told his father, "Go forward and look forward, don't look back."
"Why do you still make these things?" Dad snorted, "I'll look back now, who can catch me back?"
"You dare!" Duan Feifei shouted while suppressing his voice.
"I don't dare," Dad said. "I just don't want to. Come on, what else."
"Let's get a haircut in a while, take a shower, and change into new clothes," Duan Feifei said, "and then walk around the downtown area and go back to the new Niusandao store. Duan Laosan is waiting for you in the store."
When talking about the previous and that call, Dad had a disdainful expression on his face, and when the old uncle was waiting for him, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he nodded obediently: "Okay, okay."
It is estimated that he is close to the nostalgia, and he is suddenly afraid of seeing his relatives immediately. At least this period of chaos will consume some time, delay it.
When they were about to reach the car, Jiang Kuo greeted him and said hello to his father: "Good morning, uncle."
There is nothing welcome back, welcome out of prison, polite but uncomfortable greetings when you are suffering, just a simple good morning, naturally like a neighbor you see every morning.
Duan Feifei wanted to go up and hug Jiang Kuo at this moment. This young master, if he wants to, will always be gentle and decent, making people comfortable.
Although most of the time he doesn't want to.
"Good morning," Dad smiled, "Thank you, come and pick me up."
"It should." Jiang Kuo said.
"Come on," Dad said, "Uncle treats you to dinner."
"Have a haircut first." Jiang Kuo said succinctly.
Dad was stunned: "Huh?"
"The order can't be changed," Jiang Kuo said, "Duan Feifei memorized the process for one night."
"Ah." Dad glanced at Duan Feifei.