Although he was very depressed and tired, Jiang Kuo insisted on inviting Duan Feifei to the little wonton restaurant at noon for dinner.
"I want to eat two bowls and add eggs," Jiang Kuo said, "how about you?"
"It's the same." Duan Feifei said.
"Don't follow me," Jiang Kuo said, "You can have a bowl, and you have to eat Mala Tang at night, right?"
"Malatang will be a few hours away," Duan Feifei said, "there's enough time to empty my stomach."
The festival's pedestrian street is very lively, especially at night.
It takes 20 minutes to queue up to eat a small wonton, and it takes less than 20 minutes to finish a small wonton.
There are people everywhere, and there are various performances, which are full of people.
"Do you want to go shopping?" Duan Feifei asked.
"No," Jiang Kuo replied decisively, "I stood in the square today and listened to laughter, shouting, shouting, and music all day. Now that the movement is a little louder, I can't breathe."
"That time," Duan Feifei said, "you can sleep all day tomorrow, you've never been so tired before."
"It's easy to talk about being tired," Jiang Kuo said. "It's mainly anger! It's not anger, it's his mother's suffocation. If you want to scold, you can't scold, and if you want to do something, you can't do it, just hold back like that."
Duan Feifei smiled and patted his shoulder: "It's hard work."
"You used to work part-time, and you have encountered a lot of such things," Jiang Kuo asked, "Aren't you angry?"
"Angry, what should I do then," Duan Feifei said, "I can't just say no."
Somewhat frustrated, even though he was full, Jiang Kuo could see that he was tired and returned to the car. The moment he touched the steering wheel, Duan Feifei felt that he was full of blood and resurrected.
Not just a resurrection, but a return to the state of the young master Hoshitari Hirano.
A car parked sideways in front of them, as if hesitating in what position to pull into the space after they had left.
Jiang Kuo honked the horn impatiently and stepped on the accelerator.
When the driver of the car looked over, he stretched out his hand and shook it to the left, signaling the car to move forward.
The driver looked back again, still hesitant.
"What the hell are you afraid of?" Jiang Kuo whispered, frowning, stepping on the accelerator, the car rushed forward and out of the parking space, the speed was a bit violent, and stopped half a meter away from the car.
The car was so frightened that it hurried forward halfway.
Jiang Kuo drove the car out, but instead of turning left immediately, he stopped there diagonally.
Sure enough, there were still two cars on the right. The front wheel of the car in front had already hit the left, and it seemed that it was going to grab their parking space with the car that just didn't dare to move.
"Did you see that?" Jiang Kuo said, "I'm annoying this kind of person. The car in front is looking for a seat. When I go forward a little bit, I just want to go in. There is an idiot and a fierce guy in the back. ."
The car in front started to fall into the parking space, and Jiang Kuo blocked the car on fire. He started honking the horn, and then he didn't let go.
Jiang Kuo ignored it. The car in front had basically fallen into it, so he suddenly lowered the window and turned on the music. In the sound of the blasting music, Duan Feifei saw the driver of the car behind him get out of the car.
But before he could come over, Jiang Kuo had already banged the accelerator, stretched out the window and shook it, and drove forward out of the parking lot.
When the car was on the main road, he turned down the music and closed the windows.
"Refreshing?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "you have to find someone to vent your anger."
"Just go back to the playground and run two laps." Duan Feifei said.
"It's not impossible," Jiang Kuo said. "Does the school have a swimming pool?"
"...No," said Duan Feifei, "I don't even know where there is a swimming pool other than the gymnasium. Do you want to swim?"
"Just thinking about it. When I was in high school, the thought of swimming made me want to vomit," Jiang Kuo said. "But after a long time, I didn't swim, and I thought a little bit. It's still comfortable to stay in the water.
"Did you practice swimming in high school?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "No wonder."
"It's just a jerk," Jiang Kuo said, "I do everything like that, to pass the time, or to be bored... Is the gym far away? Are there many people?"
"It's quite far, I've never been there, so I don't know how many people there are," Duan Feifei said, "You're not paying attention now?"
"I want to find a hotel or something," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't use money like that now!"
"Let's run," Duan Feifei laughed. "It's the same, look at Tang Li and Ma Xiao running every day."
"Ma Xiao doesn't know what kind of horse it is," Jiang Kuo sighed. "It's so tiring to work every day, and I can get up early the next day to run with Tang Li."
"I also run." Duan Feifei said, "but not every day."
"Then you're awesome," Jiang Kuo said. "You don't sleep all night and eat Mala Tang, and you run in the morning. You're afraid you'll die too late."
Duan Feifei tilted his head to look out the car window and laughed for a long time.
The car drove to the market first, and Duan Feifei had to go back to Niu Sandao first. The old man said that someone had placed an order, and he had to go back and help pack the package, or else it would not be able to deliver the goods tomorrow morning.
"What time do you sleep?" Duan Feifei asked when he got off the bus.
"I don't know, why?" Jiang Kuo said.
"I'll call you later," Duan Feifei said. "If you're going tomorrow, I'll go back to the school and take you there in the morning. If you don't go..."
"Don't go!" Jiang Kuo slapped the steering wheel, "I said no!"
"Okay." Duan Feifei said, "Then I'll find someone else."
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
When Duan Feifei closed the car door and was about to leave, he lowered the car window again: "Duan Yingjun!"
"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned his head.
"Thank you for today." Jiang Kuo said.
"Why are you being so polite to me?" Duan Feifei smiled and walked into the market.
The school was much quieter than usual. After the car entered the gate, Jiang Kuo felt that the sound of the engine was extraordinarily loud today.
The entire building of their dormitory was almost dark. Jiang Kuo glanced over and saw only three dormitories with lights on.
119 is also dark, Ma Xiao has not come back.
When Jiang Kuo entered the door, he wanted to go straight to bed and lie down for a while, but today was really dirty, so he took a bath and washed his head firmly.
When the tossing was over, Duan Feifei had already sent over the photos and a short video he took today.
Jiang Kuo threw the clothes into the washing machine while looking at the photos.
After a rough scan, he picked a few and sent them to his mother, along with the video.
Not long after, my mother's video call came.
Jiang Kuo glanced at the screen and straightened his hair, but it was messed up again, and then he answered the phone.
At the moment of connection, he changed into a melancholy expression.
But just after the expression changed, when he saw the scene on the screen, he changed to surprise: "Damn, where are you?"
There is no one in the picture, and the mother is pointing the camera at the room.
At first glance, it is a hotel room, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the door next to it is open, and the path at the door does not enter the sea within three meters.
Although it was night, the lights were beautiful, and the sea was clear with a flickering halo.
"Vacation." Mom's voice sounded from behind the camera.
"Whoever!" Jiang Kuo shouted angrily.
The camera went out, and in the sea outside the door, President Jiang and Jiang Liao, who were sitting at the small table, waved at him.
"Who is it?" Jiang Liao asked, "Is Jiang Kuo?"
"Except without you." Mom walked over and turned the camera to Jiang, "Well, Jiang Kuo."
Jiang Liao leaned closer to the camera: "Jiang Kuo."
"I'm out of the mood." Jiang Kuo said.
"Consolation," Jiang pointed to the screen, "This child looks a little sluggish."
"I'll take a look." President Jiang also came over, "Son?"
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, staring at them both.
"What did you do today?" President Jiang asked, "Why do you look a little out of shape."
"Let me see," Mom said, "he's cosplaying today, wearing a bunny suit."
"Who is COSPLAY!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "That's a doll costume! I'm working part-time!"
"You work?" The camera finally turned back to the mother's face.
"Hey," Jiang Kuo was startled when he looked at the mask on her face, "Is there enough time? Take it off."
Mom tore off the mask and walked back into the house: "Are you going to work?"
"The photos I sent you were taken by others when I was working." Jiang Kuo said.
"What's the matter?" Mom said, "I don't have enough money? Everyone says that three thousand five is enough."
"Anyway, you have the final say on whether it's enough... Few people stay at the school," Jiang Kuo sat on a chair and leaned back, "Our dormitory is the only one on this floor, and Duan Feifei next door, Mr. Jiang had dinner with him. Yes, they both work part-time, so I will follow."
"Are you wearing that bunny to hand out flyers?" Mom asked.
"Don't hand out flyers," Jiang Kuo said, "just say hello to people who come over..."
When it came to greeting, he thought of Hei Chao again, of the kids who were frantically dragging their tails while laughing and jumping, and the little bastard who finally beat his legs with his arms under the command of his grandmother.
Suddenly a little depressed.
"Are you tired?" Mom asked.
"It's alright, I can rest for 20 minutes in an hour, from ten in the morning to six in the afternoon." Jiang Kuo said in a sullen voice, "It's just two sets of neuropathy."
"He's fine." Mom said behind the camera, probably President Jiang.
"Where are your classmates?" Mom asked again.
"The one in our dormitory hasn't come back yet. He seems to be working in a barbecue restaurant, and he is still cleaning up now," Jiang Kuo said. "Duan Feifei went back to his uncle's shop to help deliver the goods. What's wrong."
"What about you?" Mom smiled.
"Ah—" Jiang Kuo raised his head, "Can you comfort me! I've had a hard time today! You were on vacation, and I wore a doll's clothes on the street for a day! I was beaten by a child."
"I won't go tomorrow anyway," my mother knew him very well. "There is nothing to comfort you, you have already comforted yourself."
"Call President Jiang." Jiang Kuo refused.
Although he has been stubborn with President Jiang the most, and every time he is stubborn, he can't wait to fight, but compared to his mother, when there is no conflict between them, President Jiang is still more used to him.
"I think your mother is right." President Jiang did not appear in the camera, but his voice was clearly heard, "You work neither for money nor for training yourself, it is purely for fun, what comforts you? Even if you have worked for seven days, I can praise you for persevering..."
"Then if I work for seven days!" Jiang Kuo shouted.
"That's what it should be," Mom said.
"Damn it!" Jiang Kuo hung up the video, raised his hand and threw his phone on the bed.
sleep!
Maybe I was a little tired today, and my arms were out of strength. The mobile phone he threw on the bed did not land in the position he planned, but flicked on the edge of the bed.
Before he could stand up, the phone had popped out and hit the ground.
"I'm leaning..." He jumped up and picked up the phone.
The screen cracked as he expected, and the cracks burst out like fireworks from the lower left corner.
"Fuck." Jiang Kuo summed up his feelings.
"Be civilized," said Duan Feifei, "it's all money, ah, it's all money."
"Don't be mad at me here!" Duan Ling turned to point at him, "Hurry up!"
Niu Sandao received an urgent order half an hour ago, and a few boxes of beef sauce will be shipped early tomorrow.
The sauce is enough, but it hasn't been canned yet. It was supposed to be finished tomorrow and the day after, but now he has to work overtime to pack it all night. Duan Ling was brought over to pack the sauce after work, and he didn't have time to change his uniform. minute.
Everyone quickly washed their hands, put on gloves and masks, and got to work.
Sometimes it's so appropriate. When you're okay, the phone is so silent that you don't know what to do except for a little video. Once you start working, it becomes very lively.
Duan Feifei's hands were flying up and down with sauce, and the phone rang in his pocket for three seconds, one message at a time. After five or six consecutive message reminders, someone started to call in again.
"Go and fix your phone," the old uncle said, "It makes me sad to hear that."
"Okay." Duan Feifei took off his gloves and took out his phone.
The top message prompt is JK921, but the content is a mess of letters and numbers.
The call was from my mother.
"My mother." Duan Feifei said.
"Go ahead," the old aunt pointed at him immediately, "Did she come to see you, let her come over when you have time, and pretend to be sauce."
"You!" Duan Ling couldn't help laughing, "Crazy!"
Duan Feifei picked up the phone: "Mom?"
"Didn't sleep!" Mom sounded very happy, "I just entered the market, come out, I bought you some clothes or something, come and get it."
"I'm busy," Duan Feifei said, "Why don't you come to the store."
"What am I doing in the store," said the mother, "if you can't say a few words to your old aunt, I'm going to have a fight."
"Come and pack the sauce," said Duan Feifei, "it will be shipped early tomorrow morning, it's too late."
"Nervous!" Mom shouted and hung up the phone.
Duan Feifei didn't even bother to ask Jiang Kuofa what it was. The whole family was busy, so he sat down and continued to make sauce.
Two minutes later, my mother pushed open the back door of Niu Sandao and entered the house, holding several shopping bags in her hand.
"I really have you." She said, "I am a woman who has been divorced for 20 years, and I have to help my ex-brother-in-law's family pack beef sauce."
"Where did you come from for twenty years," the old aunt said, "Duan Feifei, who did you have children with?"
"I gave birth to a dog!" Mom washed her hands and sat down, putting on gloves.
"...Don't." Duan Feifei said.
He hasn't seen his mother for a few months, nothing has changed much, just a little thinner.
When she was putting on the sauce, she moved very neatly. After all, this sauce has been a signature since the day Niu Sandao opened, and my mother used to do this work a lot.
With an extra skilled worker, these boxes of sauce were packed much earlier than expected.
"Let's go," Mom beckoned to him, "I'll go out and tell you a few words."
Duan Feifei packed up and followed her out the door.
"I transferred some money to your card," Mom said to him as he walked outside the market. "Check it out later."
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "I'm not short of money now, don't transfer money if you're short on money, and don't buy so many things."
"It's not a tight two months," Mom said. "Clothes are cheap and don't cost much."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"I went to see your dad last week," Mom said. "Isn't he coming out soon? I don't think he's right. You can go and see him again when you have time."
"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked immediately.
"It looks like you don't want to come out," Mom said. "You can talk to him when you have time."
"Understood," said Duan Feifei, "After so many years, I might be a little bit scared. The outside world has changed a lot."
He took his mother to the side of the road, and her mother sat on the electric car and chatted with him a few more words: "Go back and rest early."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei replied, "Be careful while driving..."
There was the roar of the engine in the distance, and then I saw two beams of headlights shining over.
Everyone is going to the city for the festival, and the market is very quiet at this point, and this car is particularly eye-catching.
"Ouch this movement." Mom said.
Duan Feifei sighed, he didn't know what Jiang Kuo meant when he drove out in a car so late, eat Mala Tang? Still going to have a BBQ.
When the car stopped beside them, my mother gave way to the side: "Why is this?"
"My classmate." Duan Feifei said.
"Your classmate?" Mom was surprised, "Did you go to Alliston?"
Duan Feifei listened happily: "Don't watch dramas all day."
The passenger's window was lowered.
Duan Feifei walked over, propped up the roof of the car and looked in, and Jiang Kuo was also looking out.
"What do you mean?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Is it inconvenient?" Jiang Kuo whispered.
"No," Duan Feifei turned to look at his mother, "I'll see my mother, she'll leave right away."
"Your mother?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
Jiang Kuo opened the door and got out of the car, and asked his mother, "Hello, auntie, I'm classmate Duan Feifei."
"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei said, "we are in the same class."
"Oh," Mom nodded, "then you can play, I'll go back first."
"Pay attention to safety." Duan Feifei confessed.
"Don't worry." Mom waved.
"Auntie walk slowly." Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay." Mom turned around and smiled, drove forward, and turned into the small road next to her.
"What are you doing?" Duan Feifei turned around and looked at Jiang Kuo, "It's okay if you sweep a car and ride over here. Now that there's no one in the school, you can sweep cars all over the street."
"If I can scan, I won't!" Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone, "My mobile phone is crazy!"
crazy
Duan Feifei remembered the letter and number message he sent earlier, took out his mobile phone, opened it and glanced at it.
I found that the messages that Jiang Kuo sent in a row were all messed up, and there was a JK921 in the middle and patted me on the shoulder saying that you are so handsome.
"The keyboard is broken?" Duan Feifei stretched out his hand, "Let me see?"
"It's not the keyboard," Jiang Kuo walked up to him and took out his mobile phone, "You can't turn on the screen, you know, now you can only make it black, it's not broken, it's crazy."
After Jiang Kuo finished speaking, he put the phone in his hand.
"How did it fall like this?" Duan Feifei looked at the crack on the phone.
"I wanted to throw it on the bed, but I wasn't sure." Jiang Kuo said.
"Can't turn on the screen?" Duan Feifei asked.
"If it's bright, your hands are fast, you have to turn it off immediately after you see it, be fast." Jiang Kuo said.
"I'm afraid my hands aren't that fast," Duan Feifei felt that he didn't understand what Jiang Kuo was saying, "Show me."
Jiang Kuo picked up the phone and turned on the screen.
As soon as it is unlocked, before the desktop can be clearly seen, the mobile phone starts to operate by itself, click on the APP, exit, click again, then exit, click another one, and then start to click all the way down...
"Did you see it?" Jiang Kuo clicked again, "I just sent you a message, and it went crazy all the time. It was clicked into your circle of friends, and I liked it twice."
"The screen is broken, this is it," Duan Feifei looked at his phone, "I just bought this, right?"
"I bought it after the college entrance examination," Jiang Kuo sighed, "I'm really convinced. Do you know where there is a mobile phone store nearby?"
"It's also closed. What time is it?" Duan Feifei glanced at the time, it was already past 12 o'clock.
"Then what to do." Jiang Kuo said, "Do you have an old mobile phone?"
"Yes." Duan Feifei said.
"Lend me to use it." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei handed over his mobile phone.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"It's been five years, is it old enough?" Duan Feifei said.
"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.
"Just stick with it for one night, just go and fix it tomorrow." Duan Feifei said.
"I'll buy a new one." Jiang Kuo was firm.
"Have you thought about how much it would cost to buy a new one?" Duan Feifei asked, thinking about it and then adding, "But the phone needs to be replaced if it's broken. It should be out of 3,500. It is estimated that I can apply for it..."
"I'll use the three thousand and five," Jiang Kuo said with a displeased expression, "I'll make up for it by working part-time!"
"Huh?" Duan Feifei raised his eyebrows.