"What have you brought?" Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo's suitcase, "Just play for a few days, or summer, why are there so many luggages?"
"A lot?" Jiang Kuo looked at his suitcase, "Isn't this a 20-inch small boarding case?"
"What?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Ten days of clothes, trousers, toiletries, hair dryer," Jiang Kuo pondered, "slippers, pajamas, bathrobes..."
"Slippers, pajamas, bathrobes, hair dryers," Duan Feifei said, "does the hotel not have any? Toiletries, right?"
"I don't need a hotel." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei couldn't remember whether Jiang Kuo had used the hotel's things when they went out to play together before, but he had a lot of luggage at that time anyway.
"Is it because the hotel that Dong Kun booked is not a family member who doesn't recognize the six relatives, and you don't worry about it." He smiled.
Dong Kun didn't have the economic strength of Jiang Kuo, so he couldn't invite guests. They all stayed in AA, and Dong Kun was responsible for making room reservations.
"It's definitely impossible to say that he is very at ease," Jiang Kuo said, "but the hotel he booked is not something I can't bear, it's just my habitual hypocrisy."
"Hold on," Duan Feifei returned his hand and dragged his suitcase over, "I'll protect your pretentiousness, half of my suitcase is empty, you can put it with me if you have anything else."
Jiang Kuo was stunned and looked at his suitcase: "Are you... Did you bring anything?"
"I just brought more than half of the clothes less than you," Duan Feifei said, "I can't bring anything like a hair dryer..."
Jiang Kuo didn't say much, he opened his box again neatly, and put a small bag and a hair dryer inside into his box.
"Is there any more? There is still a place." Duan Feifei said.
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "Keep those places, maybe you want to buy something."
"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.
Ding Zhe spent half of the summer vacation in Niu Sandao, just like he used to, the frequency of his visits was the same as that of Ma Xiao.
This time they didn't drive by themselves and bought the afternoon ticket, but Ding Zhe came early in the morning with his luggage.
When the two of them arrived at the store, Ding Zhe was behind the store helping with the delivery order.
"There are a lot of orders today," Ding Zhe slapped the list in his hand, "Is it an advertising space?"
"I've been doing activities in the past two days. Originally, it was only shipped in the afternoon. This morning, I have to send a round first, otherwise I won't be able to pile up," Duan Feifei said. Check out an ad to see how it works.”
"If you think about it, it's already a successful business, right?" Ding Zhe asked.
"It's a success," Duan Feifei said, "I haven't returned to the book yet. Wherever it came from, it has succeeded. Now it is steadily returning to the book."
"That nonsense, as long as you invest, it is the cost," Ding Zhe said. "If you don't send it here in the future, it will be too much to pile up."
"There was a fight this morning." Ma Xiao said beside him.
"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Is it a mutton family?" Duan Feifei said.
"Yeah." Ma Xiao nodded, "I quarreled with my uncle."
"I'll take a look." Duan Feifei walked towards the back door of the next store.
Duan Feifan has a good relationship with the boss that sells mutton, but the boss's wife is not so easy to talk about. As long as she comes to the store, she will pick something wrong. Your boiled beef smells too much. The goods are piled up again, not even an inch more, occupying the space for ten minutes, your machine is too noisy, your packing is too noisy...
Jiang Kuo has been too lazy to deal with it. It is said that he would not care about such a thing today if there is a quarrel.
But Duan Feifei's habit is to deal with it, even if the family is separated from each other, it's okay, this kind of close relationship must be good, otherwise it will be very troublesome in the future.
Ma Xiao packs very neatly, but he can see that he is very tired. Ding Zhe is helping to make bills and posting bills. Jiang Kuo feels that he is a bit too evil capitalist on the side, so he went to help Ma Xiao pack together.
He grabbed a box and flipped it back and forth for two laps. After sealing the tape, he began to look for scissors to cut the tape... Ma Xiao looked at him silently while packing, and was finally forced to use his mouth again: " Go do something else."
"Fuck." Jiang Kuo also decided to give up and threw away the tape and box that had not been cut off.
Ma Xiao broke the tape with a swipe, and was as skilled as Duan Feihan at the beginning.
For Jiang Kuo, this very incomprehensible skill seems to be able to be used by anyone in the world except him.
Jiang Kuo could only continue to pester on one side. After a while, he turned to the second floor. He had to go and condolences to Yang Ke. After all, Yang Ke's rest time in the past few months was not enough for a week, and the two bosses Today we are going on a trip together again.
"That's the joy of making my own choices," Yang Ke said. "I didn't feel tired, and I didn't have much hard work. It's all things that I am willing to do and can do well."
"It's a bit underpowered," Jiang Kuo said.
"You're not tall enough." Yang Ke said.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.
"Do you think this can be done by someone else," Yang Ke said, "Yes, it can be done, but if I want to be as thorough as I am, analyzing data every day, and summarizing it every day, that's not necessarily the case. To see the problem from here, only I can do it.”
"Yo." Jiang Kuo said.
Yang Ke didn't speak, just looked at him.
"I'm not tall enough." Jiang Kuo said, "Then why didn't I let others come?"
"I feel like pulling me in case of a lack of money." Yang Ke said.
Jiang Kuo laughed.
"There is nothing to say." Yang Ke said, "With such a powerful mouth, there is nothing to say."
"My car with Duan Feifei in the afternoon," Jiang Kuo said, "please monitor it at a high place for the next week, and give feedback in time if there is any problem."
"Well," Yang Ke nodded, "you can also read the book when you have time, and you will have to make up the exam when you come back. I'm afraid you will fail."
"Go away!" Jiang Kuo got up and left.
When he got back downstairs, Duan Feifei had already come back and was talking to the proprietress next door between the back doors of the two stores.
"Just this one?" Duan Feifei pointed to the room.
"Yes," said the proprietress, "can we go in from there? Do you want to have an eye?"
"It's easy to handle," said Duan Feifei, "I'll give someone a call in a while, and we happen to have to pull the wire over there, so we'll do it together, or else it's not safe for you to get a plug board."
"Will I get a mouse if I drill a hole?" said the proprietress, "don't make me a rat after you finish it."
"You don't know what's wrong." The mutton boss came out with an unhappy expression. "How come I don't know what to do!" said the proprietress, "Isn't it possible! Oh, he got it for me, and then got a rat, I have to thank him!"
Jiang Kuo was a little angry when he heard it, if he hadn't been able to figure out what Duan Feifei was going to do, he would have been eccentric at this moment.
"That won't work," Ding Zhe put down his work and walked over, "If you can get in a mouse, just walk a line, both fingers can't get through, and besides the doors and windows are open, which mouse will cost you money? That's so strong, and they must seal it when it's done, don't worry, sister."
"When you seal that hole, take a look at where there are other holes in your house, and plug them all together," Duan Feifei said. "I'll tell them, and then you can tell the workers."
"That's fine," said the proprietress, "the money..."
"I'll just settle with the workers." Duan Feifei said.
"Just say you are!" The mutton boss glared at the proprietress unhappily, but he was obviously not imposing enough. When the proprietress glared at him, he immediately turned his head.
"My sister is straight-minded, she speaks when she has something to say and doesn't turn around," Duan Feifei said. "This kind of person is easy to get along with."
"That's true," the proprietress was very pleased, and turned to look at their goods, "I'm actually not that hard to talk about, it's not a big deal for you to pile up your goods, you're all neighbors, you just have to tell me. , and your uncle, the third Duan, who speaks in a rush..."
"In fact, he is just like you. He is straight-faced and a little anxious," Duan Feifei said. "I'll talk about him later."
"Okay, you can do your work," said the proprietress. "Is it noon?"
"It can't be used, it's almost done." Duan Feifei said.
When Ding Zhe and Duan Feifei came back, Ding Zhe pointed at Jiang Kuo: "Look at our general Xiao Jiang's unhappy eyes."
"For me, I bought that store directly and told them to get out." Jiang Kuo said.
"Have you seen it?" Duan Feifei put his arm on Jiang Kuo's shoulder, and raised his chin at Chong Ding Zhe, "Who is someone you can't mess with."
"This fucking is the power of money." Ding Zhe said.
"Just say it." Jiang Kuo said.
"Of course I know you're just talking," Ding Zhe said. "The key is that if you want to do it, you can do it."
Jiang Kuo smiled.
"Low-key, I know it's not President Jiang," Ding Zhe said, "It's still President Duan's way of messing around in the market. To be like you, you have to buy the whole market to solve the problem. There are too many such people. From an angle, in the eyes of others, the old uncle is not a good person, thorn in the head."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"Recall the days when your uncles and nephews dominated the Dongbianqiao Market." Ding Zhe said.
Duan Feifei snorted.
"How is your dad now?" Ding Zhe asked in a low voice, "I see that he runs outside all day. Did you arrange too hard for him?"
"The factory's equipment is about to come in now, and he's staring at the renovation of water and electricity." Duan Feifei said.
"We graduated and have settled." Ding Zhe said.
"Why," Jiang Kuo asked, "I studied gardening for four years, and then went to work in the sauce beef factory."
"No," Ding Zhe looked at him, "don't you need greenery? Don't you need some high-end professional design... "
"We are a professional big brother with you." Jiang Kuo said.
"You two," Ding Zhe's tone was suddenly full of contempt, "Can you both fail to graduate, you will fail the majors in your freshman year, and what will happen after that, bacon can't fail you."
"I didn't hang up." Duan Feifei said.
"Then I'll hang up!" Jiang Kuo sighed, "I'm bacon!"
"You're a little more targeted." Duan Feifei immediately pointed his finger at Ding Zhe.
"Not strong, Liu Fat and Dong Kun are both dead." Ding Zhe said.
"You didn't hang up?" Jiang Kuo couldn't believe it.
"I didn't hang up, I'm mad at them both," Ding Zhe smiled very happily, "Hey, I won't hang up."
Out of emphasis on make-up exams, Jiang Kuo brought a notebook on this trip.
Although Duan Feifei firmly believed that it was impossible for him to review while traveling, and he didn't believe it himself, the effect of bringing it on was like forwarding a lucky picture, giving himself psychological comfort.
Their tickets were bought together, and Jiang Kuo bought the business tickets.
"It's the first time I've seen business class on a high-speed rail," Ding Zhe studied the chair for a long time, "It opened my eyes, brothers." "It's as if you've seen business class on an airplane." Duan Feifei said hard, but Also researching chairs.
"Fuck it, my bag." Ding Zhe's backpack was placed in front of the chair. When the chair was laid flat, the bag was tightly clamped. He dragged it several times but couldn't pull it out. "What should I do?"
"You straighten up the chair!" Jiang Kuo was speechless, reaching out to help him press the button.
"Fuck," Ding Zhe threw his bag on the shelf, "I'm panicking."
Jiang Kuo couldn't hold back his joy.
"It's dangerous," Duan Feifei leaned back in the chair, "I wanted to put my backpack there just now."
"Damn it, Adventures of Native People." Ding Zhe pulled out disposable slippers, put them on and lay down comfortably, "Call me somewhere."
"Miss sister will call you." Jiang Kuo said.
"Don't call me where you are, please ask the young lady to call me." Ding Zhe said.
Everyone in the business class is okay today. There are no noisy children and the big brother who is talking about business on the phone. Everyone is very quiet. Of course, after all, the three of them account for half of the quota.
Jiang Kuo turned his head to look at Duan Feifei next to him, and found that Duan Feifei was also looking at him.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo blinked.
"Is there no double seat for this thing?" Duan Feifei whispered.
"Isn't this a double person," Jiang Kuo also whispered, "Ding Zhe's is a single person."
"Isn't this just two single seats next to each other," Duan Feifei said, "Is it embarrassing to call it a double seat when the middle is almost half a meter apart?"
"The one you want is a double bed, right?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Fuck." Duan Feifei laughed, "No way."
"Just to prevent people like you," Jiang Kuo said. "If there is really the kind of seat you want, there may not be much social news in this car."
Duan Feifei asked the flight attendant for a blanket, and opened it in Jiang Kuo's disgusting eyes.
"What kind of eyes?" Duan Feifei gave him a sideways glance.
"Are you cold?" Jiang Kuo said, the small half who covered the blanket over him and picked it back to Duan Feihan with his fingertips.
"Don't move." Duan Feifei clicked his tongue and put the blanket over him by another half.
When Jiang Kuo was so disgusted that he was about to jump up, his hand stretched out from under the blanket and grabbed Jiang Kuo's arm.
"Hey." He smiled.
"...What's wrong with you?" Jiang Kuo stared at him for two seconds, then laughed, "As for what?"
"Isn't that in public," Duan Feifei said, "I don't want to do anything, I just want to hold a small hand."
"Where is the big court, where is the public?" Jiang Kuo lifted the blanket.
The hands they held together were exposed.
"There, there is a congregation." Duan Feifei raised his chin to his right.
Jiang Kuo turned his head and saw Ding Zhe who was looking at them.
Ding Zhe immediately made a "please" gesture, turned his head and closed his eyes and started to sleep.
"Okay," Jiang Kuo turned around, "it's gone now."
"Okay." Duan Feifei smiled.
I’ve been very tired these days, or I’ve been very busy since the new store started. It’s hard to say that I’m tired, but I’ve always been thinking about things, big and small, and even those feelings don’t really matter. The thing is, it will get a little tired after a long time.
At this moment, the car moved forward calmly and quickly, and the scenery outside the window receded faster and faster as the numbers on the front screen gradually became larger, with the low and rhythmic sound of the train moving in my ears, giving A sense of tranquility.
Duan Feifei held Jiang Kuo's hand, originally wanting to chat with him, but when Ding Zhe closed his eyes, it was as if he had given Jiang Kuo a signal.
Duan Feifei took a breath and was about to speak, when he watched his eyelids slowly droop, and then closed his eyes.
"Okay," Duan Feifei smiled, "Go to sleep."
He braced his neck and stared at Jiang Kuo for a while, but his neck couldn't hold it, so he could only lean his head back into the chair. The edge of the backrest of the middle chair covered Jiang Kuo's face, and he could only see his back. A clump of hair.
Duan Feifei stared at his tuft of hair for a while, then fell asleep too.
The three of them slept soundly. They also said that it was because the shop was busy, and Ding Zhe didn't know why they slept soundly.
When the flight attendant woke them up, the passengers who got off at the same station had already stood by the door.
"Thank you." Jiang Kuo thanked the young lady.
It was only now that Duan Feifei remembered and let go of his hand.
"Damn it," Jiang Kuo shook his hand, "Did you have a nightmare? My hand made you sore."
"I don't know," Duan Feihan moved his fingers and grimaced, "Me too..."
"I'm really touched," Ding Zhe took down his bag and put it in front of the two of them, "Get out of the car."
"Get off." Duan Feifei waved his hand.
The group news kept ringing, the three of them were the last to arrive, and Dong Kun waited at the exit with Sun Ji and Liu Fat.
[Dong Xiaosa] Have you come out
[Liu Xiuchang] Talk, have all six of your hands abolished
[Sun Zhuanghan] Get out of the air conditioner and feel the same sun with us
Ding Zhe made a direct voice as he walked: "Come out! I'm walking out, what's the temperature on your side, I followed the oven as soon as I came out!"
"The normal temperature in summer!" Dong Kun replied with a voice, "Jiang Youqian didn't complain about being a big hypocrite, you're forcing it!"
"Is it hot?" Duan Feifei turned his head and glanced at Jiang Kuo. It was indeed hotter here than theirs. It was five o'clock, and the temperature was quite high.
"It's hot," Jiang Kuo rubbed his forehead. "The air conditioner was too full, and I didn't have time to sweat."
"Summer vacation is like this." Duan Feifei said.
"Are you worried that I'm too hot?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No," Duan Feifei said, "I just asked casually."
Jiang Kuo laughed: "It's so heartless now."
"I can't hide it anymore," Duan Feifei said, "Do you regret it? It's too late."
"I just like your real eyes." Jiang Kuo rubbed Duan Feifei's back a few times.
"You..." Duan Feifei was about to speak when he suddenly reacted and touched his back, "What did you rub on my back?"
"My hands are sweating a little." Jiang Kuo shook his hands.
"...Okay," Duan Feifei nodded, "at your service."
There were a lot of people out of the station, and they walked out slowly in the crowd.
"Dong Kun and the others are really a tourist city. There are so many people here." Jiang Kuo said. "Well." Duan Feifei jumped.
"What?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "So lively."
"A little excited." Duan Feifei jumped again.
"Really?" Jiang Kuo smiled.
"Let's go out to play." Duan Feifei said.
"It's not that I haven't come out to play." Jiang Kuo said.
"It was different before," said Duan Feifei, "and this is us going to an unfamiliar city together, isn't there a strange feeling?"
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Then why don't you jump?" Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo jumped hard on the lever of the suitcase.