Duan Feifei ran very fast.
Jiang Kuo basically ran behind him to the parking lot at the same time. When he got to the car, Duan Feifei had already taken out the car key from the exhaust pipe and threw it over several meters away.
I'm not afraid that he won't be able to catch it and will have to spend time picking it up.
Jiang Kuo caught the key and jumped into the car, Duan Feifei closed the door at the same time as him.
"Why didn't your dad notify you if something happened?" Jiang Kuo started the car, honked the horn first, then stepped on the accelerator with two feet, and made a noise.
"I was underage when he went in, and he always informed my uncle." Duan Feifei said.
After everyone in front gave way, the car rushed out and honked a few more horns on the road.
The car opened the door in the eyes of everyone.
"Jiang Kuo, you are fucking crazy!" Someone shouted.
"Who called me?" Jiang Kuo didn't see clearly, the car had already left the school gate and opened onto the path outside the gate.
"108." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo's car drove much faster than usual. Although the road outside was not monitored, there were still many cars on the road just after the evening rush hour.
Jiang Kuo's technology is indeed good, and he shuttles back and forth in the traffic.
"Slow down, not in such a hurry," Duan Feifei said, "It only takes a few minutes to drive slowly."
The speed of the car dropped immediately, and Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "I see that you are so anxious that you are playing around."
"...I didn't." Duan Feifei said.
"Your hands are shaking." Jiang Kuo said.
"I'm a little worried," Duan Feifei sighed softly. "After my mother told me that day, I should have gone to see him immediately."
"What did your mother say?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"She thinks that my dad is in a bad mood and doesn't really want to come out." Duan Feifei looked out the car window, "He will come out in August or September next year."
"Then what can happen to him now?" Jiang Kuo frowned, "Suicide?"
Duan Feifei glanced at him: "You are straightforward."
"When you want to deal with problems, you are euphemistic." Jiang Kuo said.
"He will not commit suicide." Duan Feifei said.
"It's fine if you don't commit suicide." Jiang Kuo said, "As long as you don't die, you can say anything."
"I'm afraid that he will beat others up," Duan Feifei said.
There is a parking lot in the market. When they parked and got off, the old man guarding the parking lot came over with a QR code hanging around his neck.
Jiang Kuo locked the car and took out his mobile phone to scan the code.
"Let's go, you don't need to give money." Duan Feifei waved to the old man, "Uncle Huang."
"Hey? Extraordinary?" Uncle Huang stopped.
"My friend's car parked for a few minutes and left." Duan Feifei pointed to the car.
Uncle Huang didn't speak, he waved at them both with a "it's easy to say" expression, motioning them to leave.
When Niu Sandao ran into Niu San Dao through the back door, the old uncle and his wife were in the back room, and Duan Ling was packing beef for a guest in front.
"What happened to my dad?" Duan Feifei asked as he entered the room.
"He's fine, don't worry," the old uncle patted him on the back, "I'm fine! He hit someone else!"
Jiang Kuo breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Duan Feifei has not lived with his father for so many years, he is worthy of his own, and his guess is quite accurate.
"The beating happened last week," Duan Ling wiped his hands and entered the back room. "I was locked up for a few days, and now I have been able to meet the correctional officer before contacting us. I hope you can do some work..."
"Who did he beat? What happened to people?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Bumped the head of an elder brother in the same room against the wall, and the head bleeds. He also hit the other uncle," Duan Ling said, "I don't know where he got such a great ability to fight two!"
"I still have some skills," said the old man. "The two of us..."
"Shut up!" Duan Ling glared at him, "When is this, is this the time when you two blew blood on the streets? What are you thinking!"
"Is that a sentence..." Duan Feifei said.
"I just want to talk about this," the old uncle said, "discipline means that he still can't get through this mentally and is afraid of the outside world, so you should enlighten him... It's not enlightenment, just meet your son, it will always be better. Son."
"What about the person who was beaten? Was he seriously injured?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Will it have any effect on him?"
"What about this person!" The old man slapped his thigh, "The second child's character is to be able to make friends. Extraordinary is just like him. He was beaten like that, and he even pleaded for the second child."
Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei.
"When can we meet?" Duan Feifei asked.
"You can do it tomorrow," Duan Ling said. "You can go there early in the morning. First, listen to the advice of the supervisor, and then see how to chat with your father."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
Duan Ling pulled Duan Feifei aside and patted him on the shoulder: "It's alright, he didn't beat anyone too badly, he even pleaded for mercy, and he's always been doing well..."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"You have to let him know that you have grown up now, and you are a big boy. After he comes out, he doesn't need to care about anything. He doesn't need to take care of you, and he doesn't need to think about the economy. As long as he wants, he can go back to the store and do it alone. It's no problem," Duan Ling said, "the family is here, and they are the same as before."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
Duan Ling hugged him, raised his hand and patted his head twice: "Let's chat tomorrow, I know you father and son haven't been together for so many years, and I feel a little uncomfortable, so let go of the chat."
Duan Feifei also hugged Duan Ling: "Did you give out a bonus today?"
Duan Ling laughed: "It's true, I posted a thousand and two, how do you know?"
"So gentle," said Duan Feifei, "the power of money."
"Fuck off!" Duan Ling let go of his hand, pushed him, then turned to look at Jiang Kuo, "Have you two eaten?"
"Eat." Jiang Kuo said.
"There is beef in sauce," Duan Ling directly ignored his answer, "Cut some for you?"
"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded immediately.
Duan Ling cut a small plate of beef with sauce for him, and served with dipping sauce.
Jiang Kuo sat on the small stool in the back room happily eating beef, listening to the old uncle's family and Duan Feifei discussing how to talk to his father tomorrow.
It stands to reason that Duan Feifei can get along with anyone at most. He has the character of a mature person, and he should not know how to talk.
Especially this person is his own father.
But think about it, maybe it is because this is his biological father that he will have such pressure.
The closer a person is, the easier it is to get close to the hometown, and the closer the relationship is, the easier it is to be relatively silent.
"Are you full?" Duan Feifei sat beside him and was sending a message with his phone.
"It's a bit of a stretch," Jiang Kuo asked, "Ask for leave?"
"Well," Duan Feifei tilted the screen to his side, "Tell Lü Ning."
[Instructions are as follows] Sister Ning, I will ask for leave tomorrow morning to visit the prison
[Your beautiful counselor Lv Ning] Right
Jiang Kuo smiled. Lü Ning's account number was probably a dedicated work trumpet. Every time he saw this nickname, he wanted to laugh.
But at the same time, he also saw the chat record above.
[Your beautiful counselor Lv Ning] You should pay more attention to him, I always ask him that he might be annoying
[Instructions are as follows]Good
"Who do you care about?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No one." Duan Feifei probably noticed that there were two more sentences above, so he quickly adjusted the screen.
"Isn't that fucking referring to me?" Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei.
Duan Feifei also looked at him, hesitated for a while, and stretched out his phone again: "It's not just you."
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at the chat box.
Duan Feifei looked up and found that Lü Ning would ask Duan Feifei every two or three days about his classmates, including Ma Xiao, and the one from 104 who was going to change dormitories, and some whose names did not match his people. , all boys.
"Lü Ning thinks that boys may not be willing to tell female counselors about things," Duan Feifei said, "so sometimes he asks me."
"Why ask you? You are not Yang Blu-ray." Jiang Kuo said.
"Then she asks you," Duan Feifei said, "do you know?"
Jiang Kuo paused: "I will let her ask Duan Feifei."
Duan Feifei laughed.
"I'll see what she said about me." Jiang Kuo leaned over.
"I didn't say anything, I just thought that you were always in a low mood, and you didn't go home on 11th," Duan Feifei drew him to show him, "I said you worked part-time to hone your will."
Jiang Kuo laughed: "It's not that I'm always depressed, just... let's divide the time."
"At 107, I didn't feel down." Duan Feifei said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded with a smile, "Are you going tomorrow... will you go back to the dormitory later?"
"Go back, my thick coat is still in the dormitory," Duan Feifei said, "I will go from the dormitory tomorrow."
After staying in Niu Sandao for a while, they went out and took the car back to school.
When they walked to the parking lot, they found that the door they had come out from had been closed, and the big iron door was locked.
It is estimated that there is no one in the market at this time, and only one door is left for the convenient management of the caboose.
"Fuck." Duan Feifei kicked the door and shouted, "Uncle Huang!"
There were not many cars left in the parking lot, and no Uncle Huang was seen.
"Old man Huang!" Duan Feifei shouted again.
"Go through the other door." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei didn't move, and insisted on shouting twice: "Uncle Huang! The surname is Huang!"
Jiang Kuo sighed, somewhat incomprehensible. The other door should not be too far away. It would only take two minutes to walk around the market. Duan Feifan would rather shout here and wait for Uncle Huang to walk slowly from somewhere. Come and open the door for him.
"Is another door opened in my house?" Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei glanced at him with a smile, sighed, took out his phone and glanced at the time: "Okay, let's go, from that door."
Going around the door over there is to pass through the middle of the wholesale shop next to it.
The road is quite wide, the kind that can pass a truck, the lights are on, and it is easy to walk. Duan Feifei will definitely not be reluctant to walk this way. It is probably because of his father that he is emotionally unstable.
It was quite fast at the moment, as if in a hurry.
When he was about to reach the end of the road, he even reached out and pulled Jiang Kuo.
Jiang Kuo was a little speechless: "Why are you in a hurry..."
"Yo!" Someone suddenly shouted from a store in the front left, followed by a whistle, "Who is this?"
Jiang Kuo glanced over there.
A man in his twenties stood at the door of a dry goods store that was about to close, staring at him.
Duan Feifei didn't stop, just dragged his arm and continued to walk forward.
"I'm guilty of being a thief?" The man took two steps here and raised his voice, "I'm still rushing to send your father a prison meal!"
As soon as Jiang Kuo heard this, he immediately understood everything.
Why Duan Feifan would rather spend a few minutes there calling Mr. Huang than go around the 300-meter road here, and understand why he needs to look at the time and why he has to go so fast.
Duan Feifei still didn't stop, and continued to walk forward. Jiang Kuo didn't speak any more, and quickly followed him.
"Who is it?" Another person came out of the store.
Jiang Kuo saw from the corner of his eye that this man was in a wheelchair. His voice sounded like he was in his fifties, with a hoarseness in his voice.
"Second Duan is forcing his son." The young man said.
"You still dare to walk from here?" The wheelchair's voice rose, "You're courting death!"
Jiang Kuo was suddenly a little nervous, this person Bacheng is the person Duan Feifei's father "intentionally hurt" and caused serious injuries.
"Ask you if you're courting death!" the young man roared, "Is this road your surname Duan can take!"
Before Jiang Kuo could react, or even the frightened jump, Duan Feifei had already turned around abruptly and passed Jiang Kuo's shoulders.
The gust of wind made Jiang Kuo feel that his hair was rising along with him.
When he turned his head, Duan Feifei was already running.
After a few steps of sudden acceleration, he rushed to the position of the young man less than two meters, and then jumped up by inertia.
He punched the young man in the face from top to bottom.
Jiang Kuo was still standing in the same place, the man didn't have time to hide, and was directly knocked to the ground by this punch.
"Hit me! Kill this kid!" The wheelchair suddenly roared.
Two more men rushed out of the store.
I- fuck!
Jiang Kuo never expected such a scene to occur. Although he has always only been willing to use his mouth and money to solve various disputes, there is no such possibility in the current scene.
Duan Feifei had already rushed into the store and punched him in front of him wearing a black leather jacket.
Jiang Kuo ran after him.
The man who fell to the ground got up and took a longboard of unknown material, ready to throw it on Duan Feifei's head.
"Fuck you." Jiang Kuo went over and kicked him on the back, and the man fell to the ground again.
"Call me!" The wheelchair picked up an enamel cup at hand and threw it on Jiang Kuo's head.
Jiang Kuo tilted his head to avoid.
He found that when the family started fighting, it was not an ordinary fight, and every movement was headed to the head, what the hell is this outlaw!
Duan Feifei had already grabbed the wrist in the black leather jacket, and was raising his leg to kick.
The other was wearing a sweater, waving his arms like a windmill next to him. Although he knew at first glance that this man couldn't fight, this move, which seemed to originate from square dancing, made Duan Feifei a little bit unable to dodge, and was chained on his back. Tossed two windmills.
Jiang Kuo grabbed the sweater's arm, pushed him aside, then grabbed the leather arm, grabbed him from Duan Feifei's hand, and pushed him towards the sweater.
Sweaters and black leather jackets were piled up on several large pockets of spices.
There was two seconds of struggling silence in the store.
"Get up and call me!" The wheelchair pointed at Duan Feifei and Jiang Kuo.
"Shut up!" Duan Feifei shouted.
you sir! Don't yell!
Jiang Kuo jumped and took two steps towards the wheelchair, staring at him.
The man who had collapsed twice outside the door came over, waved his hand to the side, and picked up an iron rod.
Jiang Kuo sighed.
"What are you doing!" A female voice suddenly came from outside the door.
very familiar.
Jiang Kuo took half a second and realized that it was Duan Ling's voice.
The man with the iron rod suddenly stopped following the sound.
"What are you doing! What do you want to do!" Duan Ling pointed at the iron rod and walked in, "You still want to move this guy! Ah? You are awesome!"
"It's not your turn to talk here!" said the wheelchair. "Get out!"
"Go away!" Duan Ling glared at him, then turned to look at Duan Feifei and Jiang Kuo, "You two, go."
Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, wondering what was going on now.
Duan Feifei put his hand on his shoulder and pushed forward gently, motioning him to go out.
Jiang Kuo walked out and stood outside the door.
The people in the shops that have not closed all around have already gathered around, and the old uncle and old aunt also ran over.
"Don't be too unreasonable," an uncle pointed at the wheelchair, "I will listen to your family beating this and that all day long!"
"What's the matter with you?" The wheelchair glared at him, "His father beat Lao Tzu into a disability, but it's not bad if I didn't beat him!"
"You deserve it!" Someone yelled from behind.
"Who said that!" The wheelchair roared.
"What I said!" the old uncle shouted, "what's the matter!"
"Second Duan," the wheelchair pointed at him, "don't let me be swayed here."
"I've been sidelined all my life," the uncle said, "I'm going to be sidetracked to death, so please bear with me!"
"Okay!" Duan Ling interrupted the battle of mouth cannons, "Go back! It's all back."
The iron rod turned around and was about to speak, when Duan Ling pointed at him, he turned his head.
Jiang Kuo felt that he understood.
It's... amazing.
"It's gone, it's gone!" The old aunt said quickly, "I've all gone home, I've closed the stalls and went home quickly, I'm disturbing everyone!"
"You two go back to school," the uncle came over and pushed the two of them forward a few steps, "Go back, it's alright."
Duan Feifei stood still.
"We're back in the store too," the uncle said. "You two go, he'll be looking for something else if you don't go for a while."
Jiang Kuo grabbed Duan Feifei's arm and walked forward.
As I walked into the parking lot, I heard the scolding voice gradually dissipating.
Jiang Kuo supported the roof of the car, let out a sigh of relief, and looked up at Duan Feifei: "The one in the wheelchair."
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "That gang fight was the worst."
"Did your dad do it?" Jiang Kuo asked, "gang fights."
"When he picked his head, my dad stared at him and beat him," Duan Feifei glanced at him, "So it was my dad who did it."
Jiang Kuo said nothing and sighed.
"Usually I don't go this way," Duan Feifei said. "Today I thought they were closed."
"Just tell me," Jiang Kuo said. "If I knew about this, I wouldn't urge you to go this way."
"It's none of your business." Duan Feifei said.
"...It sounds like you're scolding me." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei smiled: "It's alright, I really ran into him when I put it off. I actually don't care about him. I just scolded him a few times. I didn't hear it anymore. Today is mainly... I'm not in a good mood."
"Go," Jiang Kuo opened the car door, "get in the car, Uncle Kuo will take you to Yuche River to change your mood."
Duan Feifei got into the car with a smile.
"Is that person and Duan Ling..." Jiang Kuo started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot.
"I've been chasing Duan Ling for many years." Duan Feifei said.
"Brilliant, what do you think?" Jiang Kuo said.
The car drove out of the parking lot, not in the direction of the school, Jiang Kuo randomly turned to a road.
"Where?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I don't know," Jiang Kuo clicked on the navigation and looked at the map, "I'll just do it."
"Okay." Duan Feifei leaned against the back of the chair and exhaled softly.
"Aren't you hurt?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No," Duan Feifei looked at the back of his hand, "just scratched the skin."
"You can fight this fight," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "it's awesome."
"Let's vent." Duan Feifei said, "I haven't touched anyone for a long time."
"It's not your father's fault this time," Jiang Kuo said. "Let's have a good chat tomorrow."
"I didn't see him a few times a year, and I felt speechless and embarrassed," Duan Feifei said. "He always said that he wouldn't let me go. I… really don't go there much."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak.
"My mother can feel that he is different from the past several times," Duan Feifei frowned, "I actually didn't feel it at all. To be honest, I can find something wrong with anyone in the dormitory opposite. I myself Dad, I don't know anything about it..."
"He may not show it in front of you. He usually doesn't let you see him. He definitely doesn't want your life to be affected," Jiang Kuo said. "It's normal that you can't see anything."
"I think I'm going tomorrow, and he won't tell me anything," Duan Feifei rubbed the scraped skin on his hands, "He didn't want me to know what he was thinking at all."
"That's because he thinks you might think he doesn't want you to know what he's thinking." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei was stunned for two seconds before laughing.
"Laughing fart." Jiang Kuo said.
"You're quite cute." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo snorted: "This is the first time someone praised me like that."
"Really, cute." Duan Feifei said.
"Go away." Jiang Kuo glanced at him.