Jiang Kuo didn't say a word, and quickly put the phone back in his pocket.
But when he picked up the phone, he found that the phone had just been photographed on the compass.
Done.
"I'm still hanging around now..." The teacher was still talking.
But Jiang Kuo didn't pay much attention to it, his hand in his pocket quickly touched the screen of the mobile phone, and it felt flat.
"Whoever lets me see someone playing with a mobile phone, I will record your absence in this class," the teacher said. "Don't regret it if you fail the class!"
Jiang Kuo sighed softly and lowered his head honestly.
The teacher was very angry, but somehow made him feel at ease.
It was like returning to the familiar high school life.
Duan Feifei didn't dare to talk to him again. After the teacher finished the lecture, everyone was extraordinarily honest. A few dozed off and looked as if they had slept for two days now, and they were full of energy.
After class, Duan Feifei got up and pulled him: "Go and apologize."
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.
"Go and apologize to the teacher, hurry up," Duan Feifei said, "the old lady deducted 20 points for those who missed class before..."
"Is it so ruthless?" Jiang Kuo was surprised, "She didn't say that she was going to count me out of class this time, did she?"
"I didn't say it," Duan Feifei said. "Go and express your regret. In case you are upset, next time you doze off, she will also miss class for you."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo got up and went to the door of the classroom.
"Do you know what to say?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Would you like to lend me your mouth?" Jiang Kuo glanced back at him.
Duan Feifei packed up their things, walked out of the classroom, and waited for Jiang Kuo downstairs.
It's about time to see my father, Jiang Kuo said in the morning that Jiang Liao had prepared a batch of photos and sent them to him later.
It should have been Jiang Leo who was sending him photos just now, and had a few words by the way.
It seems to be a normal class desertion. In a class, Jiang Kuo has to make seven or eight departures, so he will come over and ask a question casually.
I didn't expect Jiang Kuo to make such a big move. I'm afraid that the screen of the mobile phone will have to be replaced again.
Duan Feifei sighed, not knowing what he was talking about, Jiang Kuo's reaction made him a little embarrassed.
Usually their role models for male college students, in this case, they would just go over to see it instead of asking. If they are familiar with it to a certain extent, it is just so invisible. Even if they are not allowed to see it, the other party may steal it.
But Jiang Kuo can't.
No matter how familiar he is with Jiang Kuo, Duan Feifei is sure that not only him, but also the role models, no matter how casually he usually talks to Jiang Kuo, he will not have such "indiscriminate" behavior towards Jiang Kuo.
In Jiang Kuo's breath from his bones, there is no space to tolerate such rude behavior.
This kind of thing doesn't need to be said, or even specifically expressed, everyone can feel it.
This is the innate sense of distance of the eldest young master.
Jiang Kuo was talking about some personal issues, or not, but he just didn't want him to see it.
This feeling is indescribable, natural and somewhat lost.
But a few minutes later, when I watched Jiang Kuo run down the stairs, this feeling quickly disappeared. Jiang Kuo was still the one who had opened the shell of the young master of Xingzhuo Pingye Kuo, and he was a little tugged. Smart, handsome guy with often surprising insights.
"It's done." Jiang Kuo ran over and snapped his fingers, "Let's go, go back to the dormitory and invite you to eat pineapple cake."
"Did you scold you?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Scolding is definitely going to be scolding. The old lady said that I was not in the state of every class, and she had not liked me long ago," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I said that I was in the most state of her class because she taught well."
"Does she use it?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's not useful," Jiang Kuo thought happily. "She said you shouldn't just flatter yourself. If you're not in a proper state of study, it's useless to flatter you well."
Duan Feifei laughed: "You said that you have recognized your mistakes, you must reflect on it, and there will be no such situation of disrespecting teachers and classrooms in the future."
"That's what I said later," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't have that kind of experience, and the focus is on your words."
"Your reaction is really..." Duan Feifei sighed, "I surprised you."
"Damn, I don't know about my mobile phone..." Jiang Kuo quickly took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, "It seems... Damn it, is this a crack?"
"Have you put on the film?" Duan Feifei looked at it and saw a small crack about one centimeter in the upper right corner of the screen.
"No, it doesn't feel good after sticking it." Jiang Kuo said.
"That means the screen is cracked," Duan Feifei rubbed, "It shouldn't affect the use."
"Let's do it," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't have the money to change the screen anymore."
"We don't usually replace such small cracks." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Why is your phone broken?"
"It's been five years," Duan Feifei said. "It's not unreasonable if it's not bad, so it's broken and the machine can't be turned on."
"By the way, go and print out the photos first," Jiang Kuo said, "Just now it was Jiang Lai and sent me the photos."
"Is it ugly?" Duan Feifei said, "I looked at you and scared you like that."
"No," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, without covering it up, "we said about you, you suddenly came over, and I felt guilty."
"... This reaction isn't about me, it's about scolding me." Duan Feifei smiled.
"That's impossible," Jiang Kuo said, "I praise you for being handsome."
"Go to Ma Xiao's part-time job shop to print, he's probably already there," Duan Feifei said, "Just half a block away from Malatang."
"Okay," Jiang Kuo nodded, "does he mind now?"
"We still have 119 and the others, we won't mind," Duan Feifei said, "Besides, the print shop is okay, it's easy."
There were no customers at the Wen Yin Store at the moment, and there was only Ma Xiao in the store. When they arrived, Ma Xiao had just arrived and was lying on the table ready to endorse.
Jiang Kuo suddenly felt a burst of guilt in his heart.
I'm afraid that if I don't deduct points normally, he will also have to fail the class.
"It's cheaper for you." Ma Xiao said.
"Do you have permission?" Duan Feifei asked.
"One thing," Ma Xiao said, "Students from this school could have discounts."
Jiang Kuo wants to say that Ma Xiao, your mouth is very sharp now. Did you practice talking to people here every day...
The photo was imported into the computer, and Duan Feifei went over to take a look.
I have to say that Jiang Liao's photos are well handled and the tones are very comfortable. In the original film, there were a few good compositions but a few places were overexposed. She repaired them all.
"Good shot." Ma Xiao started to print the photo.
"The later stage is also awesome." Duan Feifei said.
"Do you want to make a photo frame?" Ma Xiao asked.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.
Before the word "No" was uttered, Duan Feifei pointed to the photo of the two of them on the computer: "Let's make this one small."
Ma Xiao nodded.
"Do you get a commission for the photo frame?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Yes." Ma Xiao said.
Jiang Kuo reacted and looked at Duan Feifei: "Then do two, I don't want it?"
"Two." Duan Feifei said.
There are not many photo frames to choose from in the printing shop, and they all look a little cheap. Jiang Kuo chose the simplest straight frames, one white and one blue, in the most expensive one.
If Duan Feifei chose it, Ma Xiao might think he was taking care of him, but Jiang Kuo ignored the cheap ones with disgust and chose the expensive ones, which seemed reasonable.
The photo was printed quickly and the frame was installed.
Duan Feifei looked at the photo frame and didn't know why, even if it was a photo frame that didn't seem to have any aesthetic feeling, after the photo was put in, it would inexplicably bring a certain feeling of time.
"It doesn't seem to be ugly." Jiang Kuo looked at the photo frame as he walked, "Jiang Liao likes this kind of thing very much, what kind of small photo frame, the kind of pendant that can open the photo, and also make his own photo book."
"It has a special sense of time. When you hold a photo in your hand, you can feel the time even more," said Duan Feifei. "It will change with time."
Jiang Kuo turned to look at him: "Duan Feifei."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei glanced at him.
"You are so romantic." Jiang Kuo said.
"Really?" Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Aren't you too unromantic?"
Jiang Kuo snorted.
The pineapple cakes that Mr. Jiang had brought over were very fresh, and the portion was quite sufficient. They were divided among 119 and several dormitories next to them, and he could even invite contemporary male college students to eat together at 107.
"This is the previous paper, it's not easy to do, don't give it to others," Sun Ji hadn't forgotten to tell Jiang Kuo a serious business, "You have the basics of high school, such as high school English, you can just read a book, and it's not enough. It's not difficult, you have to memorize a lot of plants, and you have to listen carefully to the last few verses, and you will be able to focus on the key points. The key points I covered last year are all here..."
Jiang Kuo took Sun Ji's papers and notebooks and felt a lot of pressure.
Why don't you tell Duan Feifei, he is suspended from school, not a repeat, shouldn't you tell him about this
Oh, this is probably the task he arranged for you.
"Don't look at Duan Feifei," Sun Ji usually doesn't talk much, but now he suddenly looks like a senior, "We gave him these things last year."
Jiang Kuo sighed, lowered his head and turned over Sun Ji's book, densely packed with words and various small pictures in it.
"One and a half months, it's almost the same for you to make a surprise this semester. After all, your brain is still easy to use," Sun Ji continued to teach him, "Next semester, you have to improve a little bit, and you have to memorize a little bit, and the number of professional courses will increase. Now, you will be exhausted by the experimental report teamwork and so on... Oh, you should write the experimental report that you are going to hand in this month. It is easy to say what the experiment is done. The report needs to be written well, as well as drawing and those things. buy, we have plenty of them..."
"Ah." Jiang Kuo didn't know whether he was agreeing or sighing.
"Come here," Liu Pang handed over a box of pineapple cakes, "While eating, he said, this was specially sent by President Jiang. You still haven't eaten it, have you?"
Jiang Kuo looked at the pineapple cake and didn't move. He was still holding a paper and a notebook in his hand, which was not particularly clean in his hand. At this moment, he really couldn't get down to hold the pineapple cake in his hand. He stared at the box, considering whether to directly Take a piece under your mouth.
"What's wrong?" Liu Fatty looked at him, "Eat or not!"
Duan Feifei, who was leaning against the table behind him, smiled: "His hands are dirty."
"If you don't eat it cleanly, you won't get sick!" Ding Zhe said.
Duan Feifei's hand stretched out from his shoulder, took a piece from the box, and put it to his mouth: "The hands I just washed."
Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment and bit the pineapple cake.
"Damn," Dong Kun said, "we can't compare this style, we have to feed it!"
"Don't make me laugh," Jiang Kuo said, "it's easy to choke when you eat this and laugh."
"What are you afraid of, I choked Duan Feifei to make you a Heimlich." Ding Zhe said.
Jiang Kuo hurriedly swallowed the pineapple cake in his mouth and followed with a music.
Probably Sun Ji's words still played some role, and after all, it would be very troublesome if he really failed the class, Jiang Kuo was obviously a lot more serious in class.
Duan Feifei went to see his father early this morning, and he actually saw Jiang Kuo walking out of the dormitory with a book in between.
"Are you Jiang Kuo? Or did Tang Li have plastic surgery?" Duan Feifei was surprised, "Are you going to study early?"
"Well!" Jiang Kuo got up a lot earlier than usual, but he seemed to be in a good mood. "Are you going over now? Is it a little early?"
"Specially earlier, the photos must be checked by the correctional officer before they can be shown to my father. After reading it, I will ask the correctional officer to bring it to him." Duan Feifei said.
"Thank you, Dragon Beard Candy," Jiang Kuo said.
"Remember." Duan Feifei smiled.
Luo Guanjiao was very pleased with the photos he brought, as if to persuade the unfilial son to take good care of his father.
"Your dad must be happy," Luo Guanjiao patted him on the shoulder, "Since you came last time, his condition has been quite stable this month."
"I will come next month." Duan Feifei said.
"Okay, that's right." Luo Guanjiao said with a smile.
Dad's splint has been removed, but some traces of medicine can still be seen under the sleeve.
When he walked into the meeting room this time, his footsteps were faster than ever.
"I heard you brought me photos?" Dad took off the phone and asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, took out the photos, flipped through them one by one, trying to find the best one to show him first, "Let's go to..."
"Bring it up," Dad flicked his fingers on the glass, "Who are you showing this to?"
Duan Feifei didn't pick out the "best", they were all pretty good, so he first picked up the one from him and Jiang Kuo and pressed it against the glass.
"Yo," Dad was stunned, "Which one is you?"
"...Would you check it?" Duan Feifei put his face next to the photo, "Can't even recognize my son?"
"Is this the rich second generation?" Dad pointed at Jiang Kuo, "It looks very rich."
"He is in the group of Ding Zhe and I, and his flower name is Jiang Youqian." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
"You took a good picture," Dad tapped the photo with his finger through the glass, "This picture is handsome."
"Also," Duan Feifei pressed another one on the glass, "This is me, and the next few are my own."
"This one is also good. It's very professional, just like a magazine." Dad first looked closer, then moved further away, "You drive this car very well."
Duan Feifei looked at him and put on another one: "This one is still very different from a truck, it's completely different. I ran two laps to get used to it before I dared to increase the speed."
"It's pretty good, it's not like driving someone else's car," Dad said with a smile, getting closer and farther away, "It's a good match. Who took this photo?"
"Ding Zhe took his dad's camera and took it. Jiang's rich sister helped to make the photos... beautified," Duan Feifei found a simple word and put it on another one, staring at his dad carefully. , "We went there together..."
"Is this the puppy you mentioned before?" Dad narrowed his eyes.
"Well, Benben, I'm staying with Jiang's rich friend for the time being, and I'm doing well." Duan Feifei showed all the photos in turn, "I'll let Luo Guan teach you the photos later."
"Okay." Dad nodded.
"Dad," Duan Feifei approached the glass and whispered, "Are your eyes a little old?"
"Fart." Dad was very succinct.
"My grandfather got presbyopia very early, and my uncle also wore reading glasses last year," Duan Feifei said, "you may inherit this."
"Is the third child wearing reading glasses?" Dad raised his eyebrows with interest, "Is this kid wearing reading glasses?"
"Ah, it's worthy, wear it when reading the words," Duan Feifei looked at him, "I think you have to match it too."
"Don't give me nonsense." Dad stared.
Duan Feifei could see that he was a little unhappy, so he didn't say any more.
After a few seconds, Dad sighed: "You leave me alone."
Duan Feifei couldn't speak for a while and was silent.
"What?" Dad said again.
"Huh?" Duan Feifei didn't understand.
"You don't care what I say," Dad said.
"It doesn't matter." Duan Feifei smiled.
"That Jiang is rich," Dad said, "it's good to look at people."
"It's pretty good," Duan Feifei said. "I thought he was quite annoying at first, but after a long time, I realized that he is a good person, good-natured, and smart."
"I didn't expect that I could meet such a friend in the last Mengshi University." Dad looked at him and choked for a while, feeling that he had something to say, but in the end he only said a very simple sentence, "It's good to have such a friend, who can help you in the future."
Duan Feifei was stunned.
"Others can rely on their parents to some extent. In your situation..." Dad said, "you can only rely on friends."
"I can do it on my own," Duan Feifei smiled, "I didn't have such a friend before, so I'm fine. I've grown up now."
"After graduation, it will be different." Dad thought about it and waved his hand again. "You can do it yourself. I won't say much. I actually don't know how you have lived these years. I can say anything. no use…”
"Dad," Duan Feifei interrupted him, "I've been waiting for you to come out all these years, you just need to know this."
Dad lost his voice and just looked at him like that.
After a while, Duan Feifei saw tiny flashes in his eye sockets.
Before he could speak again, Dad stood up abruptly: "Let's go!"
Then he turned and walked away.
Seeing his back disappear behind the door, Duan Feifei took a long time to slowly regain his senses.
Stuck in panic.
uncomfortable.
Dad was miserable because he thought he was suffering, and he was miserable because Dad thought he was suffering.
His grandparents and uncle's family are very good to him, and his father also knows it, but these can't prove "how the years have passed". Everything stems from the pain of missing the child's growth for ten years and can't make up for it.
The tangled, inextricable clumps of thread made him panic and bewildered.
He has never been afraid to communicate with people, there is no relationship that he can't get close to.
Only face the father.
When the bus left the fourth stop, Duan Feifei got off the bus.
Walk slowly to the old store of Longxu Candy.
It is cold today, the wind can sweep through the coat with a slap, and there is not much sun.
But when he walked into the store against the wind, he felt that the suffocation in his heart could not even be blown away by the wind.
Apart from constantly entangled in "how did these years go?", always disdainful of relationships, thinking that making friends can't be done with a purpose, and a father who is really affectionate, actually said with difficulty that having a rich friend can help in the future Busy like this.
Very sad.
"What flavor do you want?" The lady boss's voice interrupted Duan Feihan's thoughts.
"A little bit of everything," he took out his mobile phone and saw the message of JK921 in the message bar, the previous sadness suddenly came from his heart to the tip of his nose, he quickly wiped it on his eyes, "with Those little cardboard boxes…”
The paper bag that I used last time, JK921, that particular man, put it directly in his mouth, and his face was full of powder.
But because his heart was sour from his nose to the tip of his nose, he almost didn't say the last half of the sentence. When he mentioned "small paper box", he could hear the cry himself.
"...Okay, just wait a while." The lady boss gave him a look.
The concern in his eyes made him a little embarrassed. He turned around quickly and sat on the small stool next to him, facing the door.
[JK921]How about the photo effect, is the father kind and the son filial
[JK921]Jiang Liaogang posted a few more pictures, a big group photo is especially good
[JK921]Take it to the tour next time
When Duan Feifei saw these words, he couldn't hold back his tears. He couldn't even wipe his eyes with his hands, and the tears had already dripped on the screen.
He didn't even know what was going on.
From the divorce of his parents to the imprisonment of his father to the present, in the past few years, he could count the number of times he cried for these things in a box of Dragon Beard Candy.
It wasn't a big deal today. On the contrary, Dad was actually quite excited when he saw the photos.
But he suddenly couldn't hold back.
When he was crying a little bit, the proprietress packed up a few boxes of dragon beard candy, and stopped when she brought it to him, as if she didn't know whether to interrupt his crying.
"Alright?" Duan Feifei couldn't help being embarrassed, he raised his head and asked.
"Ouch," the proprietress looked at his face and quickly took two tissues from the table and handed them over, "what's the matter, wipe it."
"Thank you." Duan Feifei pressed the tissue to his face.
"Are you having trouble with money?" said the proprietress, "I won't charge you any more, so don't cry."
… not so much.
Duan Feifei suddenly couldn't continue the tears.