Probably because the new store and the old store have made a qualitative leap in terms of scale and decoration. Introduced with a whimper, without the help of others.
Duan Feifei and Jiang Kuo’s business introductions were not spared, and the whole package was taken care of. Yang Ke tried several times to help and said a few words, but he didn’t find a chance.
There are two floors upstairs and downstairs, and it took a group of people almost an hour to walk around.
"I've walked 10,000 steps today." Duan Feifei took out his phone and glanced at it.
"This is 10,000 steps?" the old uncle said, "You're a little easier to walk this 10,000 steps."
Dad hesitated for a while before whispering in his uncle's ear: "What ten thousand steps?"
"Ten thousand steps is the number of steps," the old uncle took out his mobile phone, "Look at this..."
When Duan Feifei heard his father's question, he took out his mobile phone, but his father didn't seem to want to ask him. He hesitated and put the mobile phone back.
Duan Ling came over and touched him with his arm: "It's less embarrassing to ask his brother."
"If you have the ability, keep asking his brother." Duan Feifei smiled.
When he returned to the first floor, Jiang Kuo was sitting on the chair behind the meat stall at the entrance of the store, with his head up and his legs stretched out.
"This is when you're asleep," Dad said. "Why are you sleeping here? Don't you have a sofa bed in that warehouse?"
"Looking at the store." Duan Feifei went over and pinched lightly on Jiang Kuo's shoulder.
"Yeah!" Jiang Kuo sat up straight, and only opened his eyes when he turned his head.
"The visit is over." Duan Feifei said.
"Just sold some meat." Jiang Kuo stood up.
"You sell it?" The old aunt was a little surprised, "Can you cut meat?"
"What people want is the whole piece, right? No need to cut it." Duan Feifei said.
"No," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Xiao Xuche's, I'll just watch it, I didn't sell it."
"That's okay, Xiao Xu is very nimble," the old uncle nodded, "I'll be frightened if you really do it, I'm afraid you will cut your hand."
Duan Ling clapped his hands: "Let's go, let's go to dinner?"
"Okay, let's go," the old uncle waved his hand and shouted over there, "Xiao Xu, let's go out to eat, you can join us, the store will be closed first."
"Don't," Xiao Xu said, "there are too many people at the moment, don't close it, I'll keep it, you guys go, come back and bring me something to eat."
"That's fine," the old man nodded, then pointed upstairs, "What about Xiao Yang?"
"He's not going." Jiang Kuo was very straightforward.
Duan Feifei smiled: "He really won't go."
"A person who loves his job and works hard," Jiang Kuo said. "Sooner or later, an advanced employee award must be set up for him. It is estimated that he is the only one in each selection."
When leaving for the hotel, my father and my uncle would take the same car, and I would take the old uncle's truck, and my aunt and Duan Ling would take Jiang Kuo's car.
Duan Feifei sighed lightly when he got into the car, and the old aunt sitting in the back seat heard it with sharp ears, and immediately said: "Feifei, don't worry about this, your dad just doesn't know how to get along with you right now. ."
"Well, I know," said Duan Feifei, "after all, he and my uncle have known each other for a long time, and they have been together for much longer than me."
Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense.
But after all, it is a father and son, and it is somewhat inaccurate to judge by age.
Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei. It was not easy for Duan Feifei and Uncle Duan to make up for the lack of family affection.
President Jiang used to be busy with business and didn't go home for a month or two. When Jiang Kuo saw him again, he would occasionally feel that he didn't know what to say, not to mention that the distance between Duan Feifei and his son was ten years.
However, although Duan Feifei was a little lost, he was in a good mood overall. Jiang Kuo could see from the profile of his face that he had a happy expression.
The old aunt and Duan Ling were in the back seat chatting about the changes of Uncle Duan, as well as various things about him in the past. It was very interesting to hear, and also very emotional. After ten years, when we talked about the past, it was actually Duan Feifei. things in elementary school.
Ten years ago, I was still a primary school student. Because of the abundance of life, I had no imagination or expectation for the future ten years later, and even had some resistance.
Ten years later, together with Duan Feifei, he experienced the day he had been waiting for ten years.
After ten.
Jiang Kuo used to seldom think about "the future", the reality is in front of him, and the "later" will come later, but now he thinks about "the future" more and more frequently.
Later, ten years later.
Is he and Duan Feifei still together, is their store still there, is President Jiang bankrupt... Ah, I'm really sorry for President Jiang...
"Bring a foot on the brakes, young master." Duan Feifei's voice came from the side.
Jiang Kuo regained his senses and stepped on the brakes at the same time, and found that the uncle's car in front had slowed down and was preparing to turn.
"I'm not afraid of being too late to remind me so slowly," Jiang Kuo said.
"It's calculated in advance." Duan Feifei smiled.
After getting off the bus at the hotel, he asked quietly, "What did you just think?"
"I wonder if Jiang's company will go bankrupt in ten years." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei laughed: "Didn't you and Jiang always quarrel again?"
"No," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "I think his ideas are getting more and more strange."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei tilted his head.
"You really don't have any other deal with President Jiang?" Jiang Kuo said, "Did you two really talk about nothing when you met?"
"...What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's nothing," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll talk about it at night."
"You know, my old aunt gave me a parent-teacher conference before, and when I came back, I asked her what the teacher said," Duan Feifei put his arms around his shoulders and followed the old uncle and the others to the second floor of the hotel, "she just Will say, eat first, then at night, you know what that means."
Jiang Kuo laughed.
"Let me have a full meal, I can withstand being beaten at night." Duan Feifei said.
"Is the old aunt so powerful?" Jiang Kuo asked with a smile.
"You are better than her now, and she even said with a face, you are smiling." Duan Feifei said.
"It's okay," Jiang Kuo patted him on the back, "Tell you at night."
As soon as I walked to the second floor of the hotel, before I could figure out which side of the corridor the models booked were in the corridor, I heard Ding Zhe's voice: "Uncle—"
Then there was a chaotic greeting. Before Jiang Kuo could see them clearly, a group of people had already pulled Uncle Duan and Uncle Duan into the box.
"We didn't ask for wine," Dong Kun said to them outside the box, "What kind of bar do you want?"
"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.
Jiang Kuo went to the service desk with him.
All the wines that he could choose were on the shelf. He glanced at it, but there was nothing he could like. When he was about to speak, Duan Feifei's arm was placed on his shoulder, and he took it away: "Mr. Kuo."
Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"It's not that the six relatives are not recognized here, and there is no time to go out to buy wine," Duan Feifei said, "Just these wines, I will apply and I will choose."
Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "Okay."
The wine Duan Feifei chose was beyond Jiang Kuo's imagination. He only wanted two dozen small Erguotou.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"My dad and my uncle used to drink, and they liked to drink this," Duan Feifei said, "the two of us could drink until the middle of the night, and we chatted while drinking. Duan Ling and I were so sleepy that we kowtowed and died. Hold on and listen to their bragging."
Duan Feifei was always attentive. The life and scenes that Uncle Duan was familiar with had disappeared, but these wines told him that the people he knew were still there.
"Will it be a little too much?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I don't even worry about pouring a cup," Duan Feifei said, "You're much more afraid if you can't pour a thousand cups."
"Your dad hasn't touched alcohol for ten years," Jiang Kuo continued to worry, "Don't drink too much."
"Don't worry, my uncle has a good record," Duan Feifei said. "Besides, I have to pour a cup. When it doesn't work, I slam and pour it on my dad, and it's over."
"...You have honed your acting skills for ten years, right?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Well." Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.
When they returned to the box, the atmosphere had been lifted by the role models. Ding Zhe sat beside Uncle Duan and chatted as if they had not seen each other in ten years.
"Yes, my house is right there," he patted his thigh. "It hasn't changed at all. My grandmother's house is about to collapse, and it hasn't changed at all!"
"What are you talking about?" Duan Feifei sat over and asked.
"Striking to be a son." Dong Kun said, "If you come later, he will be called godfather."
"Let's go together," Ding Zhe said, "I didn't let you call him godfather."
"Damn." Duan Feifei laughed.
"Do you want a drink?" Dad turned and asked.
"I want it," Duan Feifei said, "I want a second child."
Dad looked at him, and after a while he asked again, "Would you like some better wine?"
"It's not bad," Duan Feifei said, "I'm used to drinking wine."
Dad smiled and didn't speak. He clapped his hand on his shoulder twice, and scratched hard again.
The ten years of reform through labor in prison were not in vain, and my father's hand was as strong as before, and he almost stood up.
"Why," Dad looked at him, "you can't stand it with such a light squeeze?"
"It's okay," Duan Feihan moved his arms, "That's it."
When Dad saw him like this, he immediately grabbed his shoulder again and squeezed hard.
"Haha!" Duan Feifei, with luck, tightened the muscles on his shoulders.
Dad added a little more strength as if to compete with him, and finally patted him with a smile: "Stinky boy, you have muscles."
"How is it?" Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows proudly.
"Yes," Dad laughed a few times, "Yes, as expected of my son."
very childish.
While listening to Dong Kun and the others chatting, Jiang Kuo watched Duan Feifei and his son interact like kindergarten children.
Duan Feifei's unconscious childish behavior in front of his father made Jiang Kuo very emotional.
It is said that they are all over the age, but he still has such feelings.
What a cute boy, what a charming boy, what a sexy boy...
It's mine.
Hahahahahaha.
When Uncle Duan's eyes swept over, Jiang Kuo was holding his cheeks and was happy, his mouth was still open and he didn't have time to close it.
The glance made him almost choke.
"This kid has been stubborn with me since he was a child." Uncle Duan said with a smile.
"It hasn't changed at all," Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei turned his head to look at him, smiled and said nothing.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Look at you silly," Duan Feifei curled his lips, "Silly boy."
"Come on." Jiang Kuo said.
The waiter brought in the wine, and the dishes were already ordered by Dong Kun and the others, and they were all served quickly.
After the wine was poured, the old uncle stood up with the glass in his hand: "Everyone sit and don't move, I just need to say a word."
When the video was recorded, the old man was so nervous that he jumped three words at a time, but now he seems very comfortable, it seems that he is emotional.
"Our old Duan family, the second child has always been the backbone," the old uncle said, "no matter how many years have passed, no matter how many things have happened, in my..."
The old uncle beat his chest: "Duan Laosan's heart!"
"Take it easy," Uncle Duan said, "I've been pounding and coughing for a while."
"Don't interrupt!" The old man glared at him.
"You continue." Uncle Duan said.
"The second child is always the second child, and it won't change!" The old uncle raised his head and drank the wine from the glass.
"It won't change!" Ding Zhe immediately roared.
"It won't change!" A group of people shouted in unison.
"Cheers to the third child's nonsense." Uncle Duan raised his glass.
When Jiang Kuo raised his head to drink, he glanced at Duan Feifei next to him, and found that he also raised his head to do it.
"Are you going to faint now?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice.
"To open your eyes today," Duan Feifei said, "I can hold on."
It really opened his eyes, Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifei's drinking capacity has always been very Schrödinger, and you don't know whether he poured it one cup or two until he poured it.
Today, Jiang Kuo's understanding of his alcohol intake has been refreshed.
Duan Feifei actually drank two small Erguotou.
Not only did he finish drinking, but his eyes were still bright.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Kuo glared at him. "Well." Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.
"Did you pretend it all before?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Who knows," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "maybe it's just for you to serve me."
Jiang Kuo stared at him up and down: "I really feel this way now."
Duan Feifei laughed, and then opened his arms.
As soon as this action came out, Jiang Kuo knew that he was still drunk.
Before he had time to hide, Duan Feifei had already hugged him and hugged him affectionately.
Fortunately, everyone drank a lot, Uncle Duan's tongue was too big, his eyes were slack, and everyone was laughing.
"Is it still possible?" Jiang Kuo patted Duan Feifei's back.
"Yes," said Duan Feifei, "today is the highlight of my wine life for more than ten years."
At the end of the meal, except for Duan Feifei and his son, everyone was basically able to move. Dong Kun originally wanted to ask the two to drive, but he couldn't find someone who could replace the truck for a while, so he had to call a few cars separately.
What Duan Feifan meant was that although he left some alone time for his father today, he still had to send him back to the rented house, which would be his and his father's home for a long time to come.
But my father refused him to send him home, and squeezed into the same car with my uncle.
"Dad?" Duan Feifei held the car door and looked at him.
Dad didn't say a word, turned his head to look out the window over there, and pretended not to hear him.
"You and Jiang Kuo go back to school or to him first," the old uncle waved his hand and explained in a low voice, "Give me the key, and I'll send him back to that house later."
Duan Feifei did not speak, staring at his father.
"Don't be stubborn with him," the old aunt whispered in the co-pilot, "the key."
Duan Feifei was a little uncomfortable. From the time he came out to the present, the feeling of being near and far has gradually come through from joy, and by now, he has been very clear that his father is avoiding him out of guilt. Either embarrassment or alienation from not being together in all these years.
He was a little anxious, but there was no better way.
Jiang Kuo's hand reached out from behind him, took out the key from his pocket, put it in the old uncle's hand, and then pulled him away from the car door.
"Uncle Duan, have a good rest for a while." Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay, okay," Dad didn't pretend to be deaf to Jiang Kuo, and responded immediately, "You also have a good rest, you are tired after running along today."
After the car drove away, Duan Feifei still stared at the butt of the car, and sighed until he could no longer see it.
Kai Mo's car also arrived, Dong Kun hadn't gotten in the car yet, looking at them: "I'll say something now."
"Say it," Duan Feifei said, "Second Duan will never change in the heart of Fourth Senior Dong."
"Are you fucking crazy?" Dong Kun listened to the music and laughed for a long time, "We took a taxi back to school. I'll take the car home at night, you two will take a taxi and go."
"Don't worry," Duan Feifei pointed to Jiang Kuo, "there's someone here who's not drunk."
"Let's go." Dong Kun said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Don't drink and drive." Dong Kun confessed again.
"I've only exceeded the speed a few times, and I've never driven under the influence of alcohol," Jiang Kuo said.
"Is speeding a good thing to say?" Dong Kun said.
"Ah—" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Are you going?"
"Let's go." Dong Kun got into the car.
Several people in the car reached out and waved to them both.
Jiang Kuo waved his hand, then took out his mobile phone and called a car. Duan Feifei hugged him from behind, lowered his head and put his chin on his shoulder: "I'm a little dizzy."
"It's going to be a while," Jiang Kuo said, "the car is still seven hundred meters away from us."
Duan Feifei came up to the car in high spirits, and after getting in the car, he leaned on him again.
"Are you awake?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and asked.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei replied with closed eyes, "Just a little dizzy."
"Then you faint for a while," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll call you when I get there."
"Go back to the tenth floor?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Yes." Jiang Kuo said.
I don't know if it's because I drank too much or because I've finally relaxed because I saw my father's nervousness, Duan Feifei is very quiet at the moment.
From getting in the car to getting off, to entering the elevator and going upstairs, he never said a word.
After entering the room and washing his face, after listening to the voice sent by the old uncle on his mobile phone, he pointed to the sofa: "Kuo, you sit there." "Well." Jiang Kuo sat on the sofa.
Duan Feifei also sat on the sofa, then leaned over him and fell on his lap.
"Are you going to faint?" Jiang Kuo looked down at him.
"Are you expecting me to faint?" Duan Feifei smiled.
"No, it's just that I feel sorry for the hard work of dragging you into the dormitory," Jiang Kuo said.
"I won't get dizzy," Duan Feifei said, "I'm actually quite nervous today."
"Your father is also nervous." Jiang Kuo said.
"Probably, what can I do about this," Duan Feifei said, "I'm afraid that he will move out and live by himself in a few days."
"Just tell him that the house is rented to him and let him pay the rent himself." Jiang Kuo said.
"Well," Duan Feifei paused for a while, "Tell me about your unnerved father, what's wrong with Mr. Jiang? You want to start thinking about the bankruptcy of his company?"
Jiang Kuo laughed: "I used to think so often, what would I be like if his company went bankrupt."
"Sooner or later, I'll tell President Jiang to sue you." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
"Look, I'll say that you and President Jiang are not as familiar with you as you said," Jiang Kuo lightly hooked his fingertips on his eyebrows, "He was having dinner with Jiang Lu, and he even wanted me to call you. a piece."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei's eyes opened a slit, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know, you ask him to go." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei didn't say a word, and only clicked after a while.
"Why does President Jiang always look for you?" Jiang Kuo poked in the middle of his forehead, "Did he torture you, did you fail to tell him something?"