Ding Zhe's parents did not recognize the guests. On the commercial street at the other end of the market, it was not close to the school, and it took 20 minutes to walk.
Ding Zhe and Duan Feifei did not intend to take a taxi, they walked through the market very freely, from the north gate to the south gate.
Before this, it was absolutely impossible for Jiang Kuo to agree. Except when he was exercising, he was willing to walk or run, and he couldn't bear it at all other times.
But today, I don't know if it is because of the two-day working life, the legs have accepted his new way of life, and Jiang Kuo feels that he has gradually become accustomed to walking upright.
After leaving the north gate of the market, he walked for another half a street, and when he arrived at the parents who didn't recognize him, he didn't feel any discomfort.
This is a newly opened duck foot pot. Because it is still in the discount period, there are many people. Ding Zhe called and reserved a table at noon when people were still outside.
"I can't stand it as soon as I go out," Ding Zhe said, "Didn't my parents join the group of car friends, they usually drive out together, but this time they said they would take me with me, and I felt very happy, but the result... "
"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei said, "Not happy?"
"The group of car friends that my parents added can always go out to play together," Jiang Kuo laughed. "Most of them are other people's parents."
"Jiang is rich, he's amazing," Ding Zhe pointed at him, and then patted his leg again, "After driving for a long time, I met a few cars. I saw it, ho!"
Duan Feifei smiled: "Are those cars without children?"
"Maybe only a stupid son like me followed," Ding Zhe said. "It's all old couples, and there's a car with a grandmother in her 60s and an 89-year-old grandma... Grandma's body is really tough."
Jiang Kuo laughed out loud.
"I lasted for a day, but I really couldn't hold it. When I got to the place and said to rest and have a meal, the work was all mine," Ding Zhe said, "Young man! Go, find out if there is any firewood! Young man! Go, fight. Bucket Mountain Spring is here! Young man! Young man! The young man ran off on the bus today."
"Come on," Duan Feifei smiled and picked up the teacup, "Respect young man."
"Respect, boy." Jiang Kuo also picked up the cup.
"If I had known this earlier, we should have gone to your house," Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo, "drive your father's Babs wave."
"You can go on vacation." Jiang Kuo said.
"Winter vacation?" Ding Zhe turned to look at Duan Feifei again, "Do you have time for winter vacation?"
"There should be." Duan Feifei thought for a while. "Do you want to help in the store?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "But there is still time to go out and play for a few days."
"It's almost in a week," Ding Zhe said. "You're just too self-conscious. Your uncle didn't tell you to work in the store. He always told you to go out, but you didn't go."
"When I go out to play, they have to call Duan Ling back to help." Duan Feifei said, "Duan Ling has just been promoted to a junior official and is very busy."
"Then why don't you live in the store, if your dad doesn't go..." Ding Zhe stopped.
"He knows." Duan Feifei said.
"If your dad didn't go in," Ding Zhe said, "you wouldn't be in the store either. They either invited someone or called Duan Ling, isn't it the same."
"Your logic," Duan Feifei sighed, "If I wasn't in the store, my uncle wouldn't have to feed me and go to school for so many years."
Ding Zhe thought for a while: "Is that so?"
"It's almost a week," Jiang Kuo said. "Set up the time, two days back and forth, five days in between, enough to play."
"Then let's make a reservation first." Ding Zhe said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded, inexplicably looking forward to it, but thinking that there are still several months, he was a little disappointed.
It was raining outside when my parents didn't recognize me when I came out of the meal.
The biggest one has passed, this time it is light rain.
But it feels that the temperature drop is not one or two degrees, at least five degrees or more.
"Fuck," Ding Zhe shrank his neck, "It's a little cold!"
Although it's not hot these days, it's about the same temperature as wearing a long sleeve. Today's rain makes Jiang Kuo feel like he's wearing a down jacket.
At this moment, he realized that he had no winter clothes.
Not to mention winter clothes, he didn't even have two autumn clothes. He didn't bring anything from home. After coming to school, he went to the mall to buy shorts and short-sleeved T-shirts.
At that time, he was so hot that he just wanted to buy an air conditioner to hang on his body, and he didn't think about it at all. Anyway, according to past experience, he just bought it when it was cold.
No one thought that after a month, he would become a person with only 3,500 yuan per month.
"What should I do?" Jiang Kuo said, "I don't have winter clothes."
"Let it be sent at home." Duan Feifei and Ding Zhe said at the same time.
"...Oh." Jiang Kuo came back to his senses, yes, there is such a fucking operation, let's send it at home, "What about now? I don't have thick clothes in my dormitory."
"Borrow it." Ding Zhe said, "You don't want to buy it, do you?"
"...Oh." Jiang Kuo nodded, and he could borrow it.
He turned to look at Duan Feifei.
"By the way," Ding Zhe patted him on the shoulder, "just look for him, and when you pass Niu Sandao in a while, go in and get two pieces, and go home and send you clothes."
"Did you bring your clothes?" Duan Feifei asked.
"No." Ding Zhe smiled, "This was originally my plan. I'll go back to get my clothes in two days. I can't find where my clothes are when my mother isn't at home."
Jiang Kuo lowered his head and sent a message to Jiang asking when they would go home.
Jiang Liao called directly: "What's wrong? There are still two days to go back."
"It's suddenly getting cold here," Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't bring any clothes."
"You go to M..." Jiang Liao stopped halfway through, "I want to send it to you, right? If you don't let Aunt Liu into your house, just wait for me to go back and send it for you for a fee."
"I only have 1,500 a month now," Jiang Kuo said. "You still charge me? Do you still enjoy driving my motorcycle?"
"I'm not happy. I haven't touched it for so long. I got it and repaired it for three days." Jiang Liao said, "Give me the balance car and your pile of game consoles."
"I'll send you a list of clothes in a moment." Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay." Jiang Liao agreed happily, paused for a while and lowered his voice, "The two of them feel distressed, but after discussing it, they still said no more money."
"No need to add," Jiang Kuo's tone suddenly became imposing, "Enough is enough."
"You can ask me to borrow it if you can't afford it," Jiang Liao said, "I'll give you a small amount of interest."
"You're thinking about farting." Jiang Kuo said.
Jiang smiled and hung up the phone.
"Does your sister want to lend you money?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I don't need her to borrow it." Jiang Kuo said.
"Your family didn't cut off her finances?" Ding Zhe asked.
Although Jiang Kuo didn't want to admit it, but Jiang Leo was really amazing, he sighed: "She hasn't asked her family for money for a long time, so she earns her own money."
"Damn," Ding Zhe said, "Aren't you two twins? Why are you so different?"
"What's the matter," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "We are fraternal twins."
Duan Feifei couldn't hold back his joy: "Righteous."
Niu Sandao has closed the door to rest, and the old uncle and his wife are watching TV on the second floor.
Seeing that the three of them came in soaked in the rain, the old aunt jumped up immediately and took out a towel to wipe their heads.
When they arrived at the Feifei Hut on the third floor, the old aunt brought another pot of ginger and brown sugar water.
"I just cooked it for your old uncle. I was afraid of catching a cold. You all drink it right away," the old aunt said. "Don't wait until it's cold before drinking it, drink it right away."
"Okay." Duan Feifei took the cup and poured a cup each.
Ding Zhe used Duan Feifei's cup, Duan Feifei directly took the pot to drink, and Jiang Kuo's cup was a new mug that Duan Feifei took out of a box.
He sighed inwardly.
In fact, it doesn't need to be that particular.
Duan Feifei didn't have many clothes, the wardrobe was open, and the autumn and winter coats were in a row, half each.
Ding Zhe took one casually and put it on.
Jiang Kuo looked at them one by one, thinking about which one would fit all his pants before his clothes were sent...
"How about three or five clothes?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's hard to pick three or five pieces." Jiang Kuo said.
I ended up getting a black jacket, which was pretty cool.
"Just this one," he said. "Is it what you wear often?"
"That's for sure, it's too bad to catch your eye," Duan Feifei said, "It's just a good one, wear it every day without changing it."
"Then I'll take something else..." Jiang Kuo said.
"Just kidding you." Duan Feifei stopped him with a smile and closed the wardrobe door.
I drank a cup of hot brown sugar water, and my body, which was frozen when I came over, slowly slowed down.
After staying in the cabin for a while, several people went back to school.
Still walking, walking back to the dormitory, Jiang Kuohan came down.
There was no one in Ding Zhe's dormitory. He ran to 107 for the night. When Jiang Kuo returned to the dormitory, he followed behind: "Jiang has money, come over to play cards later."
Jiang Kuo glanced back at him: "Isn't it fun to lose?"
"It's called courage," Ding Zhe said.
Ma Xiao came back from the hospital, and the wound has been treated with medicine and bandaged.
When Jiang Kuo entered the door, he was holding his mobile phone to go out.
"Why are you going?" Jiang Kuo stopped, "Do you need to rest your legs?"
"I'm going..." Ma Xiao's voice was very low, and he couldn't tell where he was going. "Look."
But Jiang Kuo could almost guess that the stalls in the various night markets were bustling at this time. He had lost this part-time job, and he had to find another one immediately.
"Let's go out to find work when the injury is healed," Jiang Kuo said. "Didn't you go to the car early in the morning these few days?"
"It will take a month or two to recover." Ma Xiao said.
"Then at least raise it for a few days," Jiang Kuo said. "I still have money here. I can borrow it from you. You can just pay it back to me in installments."
Ma Xiao stood at the door and hesitated for a long time, and finally returned to the dormitory and sat down: "Thank you."
"How much to borrow?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Ah?" Ma Xiao was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand, "Not yet."
"Oh." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Ma Xiao still got up early in the morning to sell breakfast, but it's alright to get a car early, busy when there are people, and can sit when no one is there.
Jiang Kuo actually woke up quite early, but he didn't wake up. He was afraid that Ma Xiao would be stimulated when he found out that even people like Jiang Kuo had gone to part-time jobs when he couldn't work double jobs.
Fortunately, Ma Xiao really left early, and he fell asleep again, only to be called by Duan Feifei after knocking on the door.
"Where's Ding Zhe?" When he went out, Jiang Kuo found that the temperature was lower than last night. He was wearing Duan Feifei's coat and shrugged his neck. When he passed 107, he glanced at the door. The door was closed.
"I'm still sleeping," said Duan Feifei, "Yesterday was a great loss."
"People are addicted to vegetables," Jiang Kuo said, "He really thought I was bragging when I told him to let him."
"He went to look for us at noon," Duan Feifei said, "You treat me."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Jiang Kuo put on the security guard's vest and protective gear, and when he stood on the shelf of the small playground in the square, he suddenly understood why Duan Feifei wanted him to take over the work of the security guard in the department store yesterday.
In addition to a lot of money, in Jiang Kuo's view, there should be another reason.
That one is indoors.
No wind blows, no rain.
Now he stops here. Although it is not raining, the wind is not small, and it is pouring in from the collar and cuffs.
Duan Feifei's high school classmate was a young man with bamboo poles. He was more experienced. He even wore a sweater and a sports scarf around his neck.
"You can't do it," said the bamboo pole, "you must be cold."
with you say
I want enough clothes, can I wear them
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
"Go to the lower floor," said the bamboo pole. "I'm here, and the wind is not so strong down there."
The Bamboo Pole Man was fine, Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, then went down the stairs: "Thank you."
"You're welcome," said Bamboo Pole, "The Feifei friend is my friend."
Yo, is it so hard
Extraordinary friends are not necessarily my friends.
Although the temperature has dropped quite a lot, there are not many people in the square. As long as it doesn't rain, people who want to go out can't be stopped.
Especially children.
The playground is a thing built on a big iron shelf. Below is the ocean ball, above it are various low-difficulty version of the expansion sports, and there are several slides.
Jiang Kuo's job is to stare at these little screaming chickens and prevent them from making dangerous moves and crawling around.
"Let Uncle carry you over there!" an old lady shouted from outside the fence, "Uncle! Uncle!"
A child beside his leg was looking up at him.
Jiang Kuo was stunned.
… are you calling me
Jiang Kuo turned around and found that the old lady was indeed pointing at him.
"Hello, uncle," the old lady said, "bring us over."
you
The child has opened his arms.
Jiang Kuo really didn't understand. The "past" of "holding the past" is actually a large round tube half a person's height. The boy ran over just to jump twice.
Should this be hugged
"Go over by yourself." Jiang Kuo looked at the child.
"Uncle!" the old lady continued to shout, "Uncle hug..."
"Just tell your grandma to stop shouting." Jiang Kuo picked up the child with one arm, bent over and walked into the round pipe, passed through a group of thumping children, and put his great grandson on the platform over there.
The child turned and ran.
"Don't you even have a thank you?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Thank you uncle." A little girl who had just climbed out next to her shouted crisply.
"Hey," Jiang Kuo said, "you're welcome."
Instead of exiting from the round tube, he went directly to the middle position and found a place where he could see all around.
This place is far from all the parents, and he can pretend not to hear any grandma who calls him uncle again.
And little wind.
He glanced in the direction of the beverage promotion area and found that Duan Feifei could not be seen from this location.
He sighed and pulled his clothes.
The clothes smelled of clean laundry detergent, the same as the one on Feifei during peacetime. I don't know what brand of laundry detergent is, but it smells better than the ones I use at home.
He sniffed.
Originally, I thought that the job of the security guard should not be tiring, but I didn't expect it to be easy.
various situations.
For a while, because he didn't dare to cross the single-plank bridge, he hugged the pillars and blocked a row of children, and then he grabbed a rope and fought, and then the parents got in and he had to go over and chase them away.
At the noon break, he was almost walking to the promotion, his ears were still full of the cries of children, and his brain was buzzing.
Duan Feifei was sitting on a chair to rest, his legs stretched out, and he didn't look cold at all.
"Ding Zhe will be here soon," Duan Feifei saw him, reached out and waved, "Take a break and eat."
"Aren't you cold?" Jiang Kuo approached him and looked, Duan Feifei had a long-sleeved T-shirt under his coat, and he didn't wear more than him.
"Are you cold?" Duan Feifei said.
"My hand is going to freeze." Jiang Kuo grabbed his hand and shook it, then froze, Duan Feifei's hand was as warm as a stove, "Damn it? Your body is an electric blanket, right?"
Duan Feifei laughed and took off his T-shirt.
Jiang Kuo was shocked to see a little duck's hand warmer tucked into his trousers.
"Do you want it?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo was furious, "Don't tell me if you have this!"
"There's one more," Duan Feifei picked up the bag under the chair, took out a little pig hand warmer, unplugged the charging cable, and handed it to him, "This is..."
"You didn't bring me two?" Jiang Kuo was angry again and took a step back, "I don't want it!"
"Hey!" Duan Feifei felt helpless, "Can I finish my words!"
"Who told you not to say it?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"I just bought it." Duan Feifei said, "There was a promotion in the mall, so I bought two."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak.
"This is for you," Duan Feifei took his hand and put the Little Pig Hand Warmer in his hand, "Okay, you can continue scolding."
"It's over." Jiang Kuo looked at the hand warmer, hesitating whether to tuck it into his pants like Duan Feifei did.
"How is it over there?" Duan Feifei asked.
"The child is so noisy," Jiang Kuo sat next to him, and after thinking about it, he reached out and took off Duan Feifei's clothes and glanced at it, "Your one is yellow?"
"Ducks are not yellow." Duan Feifei said.
"Change it," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to get a pink one..."
"Take it." Duan Feifei pulled out the hand warmer from the waistband of his trousers and gave it to him, then lifted his trousers.
Jiang Kuo looked at him, and this action made him feel that the hand warmer was taken out of the crotch instead of the waist of the trousers.
"Change or not!" Duan Feifei said.
"Change." Jiang Kuo gave him the one in his hand, and took the yellow duck and held it in his hand, probably because Duan Feifei had been holding it, and the duck felt warmer than the pig.
"Tomorrow you can wear my sweater again," Duan Feifei said, "I see the weather forecast will be colder tomorrow."
"I'm going to buy clothes at noon," Jiang Kuo said, "I can't take it anymore."
"Are you buying cheap ones?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Cheap." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"At that time, ask Duan Ling if there are any coupons, and find a store that can use coupons." Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo and found that his nose was frozen red, "Go now, why do I feel like you have a fever again? ."
"No." Jiang Kuo was very disdainful.
"It's so bad, I fainted..." Duan Feifei stood up, "Let's go."
The slap came quickly.
Contemporary male college students do not know why they are so delicate.
Ding Zhe didn't seem to be here for dinner, but made a special trip to slap his face.
"You have a fever." He looked at Duan Feifei.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"Did he have a fever?" Ding Zhe asked Jiang Kuo.
"How do I know?" Jiang Kuo was surprised, "I didn't even know I had a fever myself."
"His hands are very hot." Ding Zhe grabbed Duan Feifei's hand and rubbed it.
"He has a hand warmer, you must feel his hands are hot when you come over with the wind," Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand, "my hands are hot too."
Ding Zhe grabbed his hand again, and then put Duan Feihan's hand in his: "You are warm, feel his temperature, this is fucking lava."
Jiang Kuo shook Duan Feifei's hand. In fact, it felt almost the same as before, but at that time his own hand was completely frozen. Now that his hand is hot, it is still hot when he touches Duan Feifei's hand. This is indeed true. Not right.
"Would you like to touch your forehead?" Duan Feifei said, "It's not possible to touch your hands."
Jiang Kuo immediately raised his hand and pressed it on Duan Feifei's forehead.
"Your forehead is a hand warmer." He sighed.
"Fuck, do you really have a fever? I actually have a fever?" Duan Feifei frowned, "I mean my head is swollen when I wake up in the morning."
"Then why don't you tell me in the morning?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"What?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "Say my head is swollen? Then what can I say? It's not that my head hurts."
That's the difference between people.
Jiang Kuo usually doesn't get sick, but he can't bear the slightest bit of discomfort, let alone a headache, it's just a swollen head.
Duan Feifei not only didn't care, he even continued to stick to the promotion booth in the north wind for an entire afternoon.
When he returned to the dormitory, he finally felt uncomfortable.
"I have a headache." He stood beside 107's table with a very sad expression.
"Why don't you find a night market promotion station for a few hours," Jiang Kuo said. "The promotion industry wouldn't be able to function without you."
Duan Feifei laughed.
"I'm going to sleep," he pressed on his temples, "you can eat by yourself, or order a takeaway to eat with Ma Xiao, he has no place to take care of meals now."
"Aren't you going to eat?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I can't eat it," Duan Feifei took off his jacket, then the T-shirt inside, and went to wash his face shirtless, "I'm afraid I'll vomit if I eat."
"Then go to sleep." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei took off his pants again and climbed into the bed.
"Aren't you wearing a pajamas?" Jiang Kuo looked at the scars on his body, "I will stretch out my arms for a while and continue to catch cold."
"It's uncomfortable," Duan Feifei said, "if it wasn't for your pestle here, I would have taken it all off."
"Then take it off," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I don't mind."
Duan Feifei didn't say a word, lied down with a smile, and pulled the quilt to cover it: "Let's go, don't visit."
Jiang Kuo hesitated for a while, Duan Feifei has been taking care of him, but now he has a fever, it doesn't seem appropriate for him to leave like this.
He leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at Duan Feifei: "Generally speaking, how do you take care of people who have a fever?"
"How did I take care of you when you had a fever last time?" Duan Feifei asked.
Jiang Kuo recalled: "You threw me in the infirmary."
"Hey, by the way," Duan Feifei nodded, "That's it."
Jiang Kuo didn't say anything else, turned off the lights in the room, walked out of the dormitory, and closed the door of 107.
Duan Feifei's words were very euphemistic, but the meaning conveyed was very clear, that is, he didn't need to be taken care of, or he didn't want to be taken care of.
Gee.
Is it so strong
Duan Feifei closed his eyes in the darkness and sighed.
I'm thirsty, young master. I have a fever and want to drink water. I left so suddenly, can't I pour a glass of water first...
The author has something to say:
Jiang Kuo: Really squeamish.