Cannon slept soundly in the co-pilot, with a serene face that trusted his excellent driving skills.
Jiang Kuo opened the car window, and a cool night wind swept across his face, and the air mixed with grass and earthy smells swept into his nose, and the "escape" feeling that had been high was suddenly blown away by the wind, leaving it empty. His mind was suddenly a little confused, and he put down all the windows of the car.
The slight tide of wind suddenly filled the car, and lifted the hat on Cannon's head directly to the back seat.
"Damn it!" Cannon sat up straight, and was stunned for a few seconds in the gust of wind before saying, "I fucking thought it overturned."
"I want to flip myself and jump out." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.
Cannon rubbed his face, and when he returned to take his hat, he glanced at the speedometer.
"Car God! How dare you look at me!" Cannon glared at him, "One hundred and eighty! You're crazy! I'll catch you speeding in a while!"
"It didn't take three seconds for me to get up to speed," Jiang Kuo followed, loosening the accelerator, and the speed dropped to one hundred and fifty. "This is not on the highway, the national highway."
The cannon was stunned for two seconds, then looked forward, it was pitch black outside the range of the headlights, and his voice suddenly increased an octave: "Are you still in your head! Isn't the national road dangerous! Do you know what the road conditions are ahead? So many soybeans High chassis! Want to fly, you?"
"This is too lax, why can't it be as tall as a kidney bean." Jiang Kuo was yelled so loudly that his ears were ringing, and he stepped on the accelerator impatiently, and the speed immediately returned to 180.
He didn't slow down until the cannon turned on the mixed attack of swearing, dialect, and scolding, and the sound surpassed the engine. He stopped the car on the side of the road.
"Why don't you drive." Jiang Kuo opened the door, took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator and got out of the car.
"Are you sleepy, or let's sleep on the spot," Cannon also took a can and leaned back on the chair, "I'm too sleepy to drive."
"What if President Jiang sent someone to chase him?" Jiang Kuo sat on the hood.
"What are you thinking, Mr. Jiang can't guess that a person like you who is greedy for life and fear of death will detour to the national road," Da Pao said, "If he really wants to clean up you, he will just let someone go to the school gate to block you and it will be over... But Most likely he can't bear it."
"Did someone call you?" Jiang Kuo asked, opening the Coke with one hand and taking two sips with his head up.
"Mr. Jiang must have passed my anger with my dad. My dad sent me a message and told me to die without going back. Now I am homeless." Cannon also opened the Coke can with one hand, and then threw it and sprayed it. First-hand Coke, "Are you doing this while hiding in the house when you have nothing to do, driving so smoothly."
The first time I opened it was like this.
Not to mention opening a Coke can with one hand, if you are in a good mood, you can open a can of eight treasures porridge with one hand.
In this kind of meaningless thing, he has a special talent, various "fancy XX", "freehand XX", various "top ten handsome skills"... It only takes one time from entry to mastery.
"Sleep didn't delay my practice." Jiang Kuo smiled and held up a Coke can at him, "If you want to be homeless, why don't you accompany me to study, do laundry, run errands, etc., and pay you a salary. ."
"Come on, your financial backing is getting angry. I still have to work so hard, let my father know that I will lose my little pocket money. Do you think I am the kind of person who shares weal and woe?" Cannon shook his head, thought about it and knocked on the door again, "Jiang Kuo, if I were you, I wouldn't even go to high school."
Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "With your qualifications, nine-year compulsory education is considered advanced education."
"Yes, that's what I call having a correct understanding of all the facts." Cannon yawned a few times and sighed again, "I just want to ask you why you have to go to this school, when you go to four years in prison. I don't think your dad would be so angry..."
"Exaggerated." Jiang Kuo interrupted him.
"That's what you mean, isn't he used to being a bad boy," Da Pao said with a look of disdain. "It will always be—he is still a child after all, and we need to give him room to grow."
"As expected of me being young." Jiang Kuo gave him a thumbs up.
"Your dad is so angry because he has foreseen that you won't be able to go to school." Da Pao thought for a while. "It's better to go home and inherit the family property. It doesn't need to be much. I think the folk village will be fine for you."
"Dreaming," Jiang Kuo laughed. "On the second day after the college entrance examination, he arranged for me to stand at the community image post."
"It's not surprising, after all, your father knows you best," Da Pao said with emotion, "I don't know who will be in the hands of the country after this. One is delicious and lazy, and the other is God..."
"I'll give you a minute," Jiang Kuo's face sank instantly, and his voice was obviously unhappy, "Check where the nearest town is, the village is fine, just walk over by yourself."
"I'm using the wrong word," the gun laughed dryly, looking at the coke in his hand, "I may be excited today, you know that I have only this virtue, and I can't speak my mind... This coke is not right... I'll just say a word. …”
"Don't be too casual." Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Is it raining?" Cannon suddenly stretched his arms out of the car window, turned his face away and forcibly changed the subject in embarrassment.
Jiang Kuo raised his head, and several large drops of rain fell directly on his face.
"Go!" shouted the cannon.
He jumped off the hood, and in just a few seconds, his hair and shoulders were wet.
"I'll drive," Cannon jumped out of the car, "I don't trust you to drive in this rainy day."
Jiang Kuo ignored him, sat in the cab, slammed the door to shut the cannon in the rain, and then started the car.
"Fuck you, uncle!" Cannon responded quickly, roaring as he turned back to the co-pilot, "Jiang Kuo, what do you mean!"
"Don't you say you don't drive?" Jiang Kuo put the cannon on the co-pilot's mobile phone and threw it out of the car window, kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed out with the roar of the engine.
Cannon must be cursing from behind, but he couldn't hear him. He could only see in the rearview mirror that he was waving and running in the sudden rainstorm and slowly disappeared.
Jiang Kuo turned on the music and turned up the volume.
The rain had fully wet the interior of the car before he closed the window, and he reached out and pulled a tissue to wipe the water off his face.
The rearview mirror was already blurry, not to mention the last figure of the cannon, even the road was gone.
The same is true in the front. The headlights can only illuminate a distance of two meters, and all you can see within two meters is the water that has exploded with white fog.
Jiang Kuo's foot on the accelerator has been slowly lifting up, and the speed has dropped all the way, but when it drops to 40, he still can't see the road ahead.
After driving for a few kilometers, he parked his car on the side of the road and was dazed by the sound of rain outside that sounded like eighty trains running over at the same time.
If you do nothing, you will be hungry.
Jiang Kuo turned around in the car for a long time, only to find a flattened bun in the back seat.
Thinking that there was only one passenger in the back seat, Yang Ke, he squeezed the packaging bag and wanted to throw the buns out the window, but the window just opened a crack, and the rain swept in horizontally, and he closed the window again.
Forget it, to be a quality person, he wiped a handful of water from his face and threw the bun back into the back seat.
The rain was unexpectedly heavy.
He just threw down the cannon and walked away. The cannon should have been scolding and staring blankly in the dark wasteland. When it was dawn, he would take a tractor from his hometown to find a long-distance bus station to take the car home, or go to school to scold him personally.
But now the rain is getting more and more outrageous, and it seems that it will not stop for a while, and he hesitates whether to turn back.
After all, he was locked at home during the entire escape this time, and it was all the cannons that he made to show off.
In case something happens to the cannon, like falling into a ditch full of rainwater and choking to death...
A bolt of lightning swept through the thick rain and fog, lighting up half of the sky, followed by a dull thunder, which made the clown on the front of the car bow to him.
Jiang Kuo started the car.
The road was too narrow, and he had to keep moving forward to find a junction to turn around.
He didn't have any luggage, he had to buy it when he got to school, he needed a valet.
So now he has to turn around and take his sidekick with him.
The cannon stood in the rain and fog that covered his face with black and white.
In the Yuweili of Qiuhuhu, the rain made him shiver.
When Jiang Kuo's headlights cut through the darkness and hit him, he wiped the water on his face, raised his arms and took a deep breath, roaring while trembling.
"You idiot! Brake!" He swung his arms wildly over his head. "There's a bend ahead—you idiot—"
The car did not slow down.
From childhood to adulthood, Cannon is too aware of Jiang Kuo's various outrageous operations.
First of all, this man must have forgotten that there is a bend in the road he just drove twenty minutes ago, and secondly, he will not slow down, he is just going to sweep a handful of water on the poor man he threw on the side of the road.
The car whizzed past the cannon, and the cannon heard the music in the car in the rushing rain, and even felt that he heard Jiang Kuo's happy laughter.
"Stupid." The cannon spat out the water in its mouth.
The car rushed forward, accompanied by a flash of lightning, and plunged into the field ahead.
"The whole play is over." Duan Feifei shouted from the reclining chair with his eyes closed.
The squeaking ceiling fans above were so frightened that they stopped for two seconds.
"It's so annoying," the old aunt kicked the back of his chair. "You're the end of the show! There are more than 300 chapters left in this novel!"
"The protagonist of the first 200 chapters crashed four times," Duan Feifei said, "How can this person survive for more than 300 chapters?"
"What's the matter with you?" The old aunt stood up and opened the curtains to take a look. It was already bright at five o'clock. "Who told you to listen?"
"As long as you know a few more words," Duan Feifei sighed, "I don't need to listen to books every day."
"The car is coming," the old aunt put the phone in her pocket, "I'll go down and have a look."
"I'll go," Duan Feifei stood up, "You still have more than three hundred chapters left."
"Go to sleep!" The old aunt stopped him, "Didn't you have to report to school today?"
"Do you still need to be full of energy to report for your arrival?" Duan Feifei opened the door and walked out, "It's not to fight."
"Who are you fighting with!" the old aunt shouted.
"No one!" Duan Feifei also shouted, the stray dogs downstairs barked, and dozens of people responded.
The old uncle was already standing at the back door, smoking a cigarette and chatting with Boss Song who delivered the beef.
"Extraordinary," Boss Song handed over the cigarette, "Your uncle said that you have to report again today, once a year."
"Don't smoke below fifty." Duan Feifei pushed away Boss Song's cigarette.
"Damn," Boss Song glared at him, "This is more than a hundred cigarettes!"
"If it's over fifty, I'll..." Duan Feifei pulled back Boss Song's hand holding the cigarette, took a few from the cigarette case, and put them in the pocket of the old uncle, "Take it for my uncle. ."
"You must be smoking behind your back." Boss Song looked disbelieving.
"You saw through it!" Duan Feifei smiled, turned around and touched a meat-picking knife from the door behind him, and walked to the back of the car that was unloading.
The person who was busy in the car was Xiao Li, and he came over every delivery.
Duan Feifei patted the car door with his hand: "Li Li!"
The meat that Xiao Li was holding in his hand almost fell, and when he turned his head and saw the knife in Duan Feifei's hand, he was shocked and lowered his voice: "What? Want to rob the meat?"
"I'll try it." Duan Feifei shook the knife.
"I told you that this is good meat," Xiao Li said. "Except for the supermarket, such a big market will deliver it to your home. There are small boxes of cut meat over there. You can taste that. The knife is on it. I'll watch it. Panicked."
Duan Feifei took a small piece of beef and chewed it back to the old uncle: "I went for a run, and I'll bring back the siomai later."
"What have you eaten?" The old man looked at him.
"Beef, it's not bad," Duan Feifei replied, looking at Boss Song again, "Is it safe to eat this meat raw?"
"I don't dare to tell the meat buyer that," said Boss Song, "I can tell you, don't worry! It's alright!"
"Fart." Duan Feifei said.
"Then what do you eat?" Boss Song shouted.
"Let's go." Duan Feifei stretched, turned around and trotted away.
When he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor said that he could slowly resume exercising, but lying in bed for a few months was a breakdown. Duan Feifei felt like he was addicted to it as soon as he came back. He would run for two hours every day.
As enjoyable as him, the stray dogs in the market ran with him every day, rain or shine, from a puppy to a medium dog, and his chest muscles ran out.
"You just want this one, right?" Duan Feifei bought shaomai and gave one to Benben.
Benben swallowed the sauerkraut without chewing it, wagging his tail contentedly as he waited for him to go back.
When the phone rang, Duan Feifei didn't look at who it was, just picked it up and answered it.
"If you don't come to report today, you will have all your friends." Dong Kun's voice came out, "Damn, I'll give you a face, Ding Zhe and I are like a fool to welcome new people here every day!"
"So polite, you two sit down." Duan Feifei said.
"Goodbye!" Dong Kun said.
"Hey, hey," Duan Feifei laughed, "I'll be going in a while."
"Do you have luggage?" Dong Kun immediately asked, "I'll ask a few people to wait and help you get the dormitory."
"No, take it slowly, it's only a few hundred meters." Duan Feifan rushed to Benben and whistled, took a big step, Benben immediately got under his leg, he took another step, and Benben circled back again. Drilled through.
The stray dog is really smart. He taught this action once yesterday, and Benben has already learned it.
The second registration was no different from the first in terms of form. When I walked to the gate of the school, the new seniors greeted and led people.
"Extraordinary!" Dong Kun rushed out of the crowd and opened his arms all the way.
Duan Feifei leaned back subconsciously, feeling that Dong Kun was about to kiss him in the next second.
"Extraordinary!" Ding Zhe also rushed out, and after shouting, he quickly turned around and returned the notice that he didn't know who was in his hand.
Dong Kun ran over first, hugged Duan Feifei without any surprise, and didn't wait for him to walk into the school gate.
"If I remember correctly, we had a barbecue last week," Duan Feifei said. "Aren't your movements too fake... out of the way."
"I'm a person with a sense of ritual." Dong Kun let go of his arm, "Don't rush to leave for a while, I told them to have lunch at noon, and Liu Fat and Sun Ji came back early."
"I..." Duan Feifei opened his mouth and just said a word when a horn sounded behind him.
When he was about to turn back, two more beeps sounded, clearly conveying the impatience of the car owner.
Duan Feifei pushed Dong Kun away and turned around.
Behind him is a green sports car.
It is estimated that a new parent sent the child over. Although he was a little unhappy with these loudspeakers, he was blocking the way after all...
The cab window was down, an arm stuck out of the window, and a finger flicked his way, signaling them to go away.
"Fuck." Duan Feifei just lifted half an inch of his foot and put it down, are you polite
He looked at the man in the cab.
Another half of his face sticks out from the car window, and the sunglasses hang on the tip of his nose: "Dude, let me, thank you."