On a cold day, Jiang Kuoguang felt that the temperature had dropped a lot when he watched the water come out of the water gun. Now that he was splashed with water again, the taste was really wonderful.
"Are you all right?" Duan Feifei quickly turned off the water gun and looked at him.
"It's alright." Jiang Kuo wiped the water from his face.
"I don't know how..." Duan Feifei came over and took out a tissue and handed it to him.
"You have to thank this good school for transforming people," Jiang Kuo wiped his face, "I had to put it on half a year ago, why can't I use a water gun to feed you for half an hour, you are so awesome, you can even aim at your back. So accurate?"
"I didn't expect it either, that's right," Duan Feihan explained to him with a water gun, "Look, I'm standing there, as soon as the water opens, the angle of incidence is so suitable, this reflection..."
"I know, you don't have to use your junior high school knowledge to prove to me that you didn't mean it!" Jiang Kuo threw the paper into the trash can behind him.
"Are your clothes wet?" Duan Feifei asked.
"The collar is a bit, it's okay, you didn't shoot at me after all." Jiang Kuo patted his jacket, the water was like fireworks, if Lao Liu hadn't stood a little further, he would have to take it with him .
"Do you want to go back and change clothes?" Duan Feifei asked with a smile.
"It's not enough toss," Jiang Kuo took the water gun in his hand, "I'll come, your angle of incidence is too perfect."
"Don't face people." Duan Feifei confessed.
"You didn't face anyone just now." Jiang Kuo glanced back at him.
Duan Feifei smiled happily.
Jiang Kuo looked at the water gun in his hand. He had only seen this thing before, and he had never really touched it.
There are such things at home, and there are only three scenarios. Jiang Liao washes her little motorcycle, her mother waters her flowers, and Aunt Liu rushes to the yard.
He never used it because the four bodies were not diligent and the five grains were indistinguishable.
Pretty fun.
Watching the ash and mud where the water column passed by was washed away, it was very decompressed, especially the gap between the wheels.
The water splashed quite far, but I don't know what angle of incidence and reflection angle can make the water splash on the face of the person diagonally behind.
Jiang Kuo moved the water column up and snorted on the car door. The water column was more concentrated than before.
Go up to the windows, the roof, and down to the mirrors.
It's probably the edge on the inside of the rearview mirror, which can reflect...
When a spray of water flew in front of him, he was sure that it was here.
But this time, the angle is obviously different from before. This time, it is not facing diagonally behind, but facing himself.
Jiang Kuo's reaction at this moment was still very fast, he released the switch of the water gun and jumped aside.
When the water column flew by, it was no longer a column, it was a scattered spray of water, some of which swept over him, but the main part...
He turned his head.
All sprinkled on Duan Feihan who was standing behind him.
"It's even." Old Liu added on the side.
Duan Feifei gave him a thumbs up: "It's pretty accurate, why don't I come?"
"What," Jiang Kuo said, "you water me once, I water you once, and then continue, take a shower?"
Duan Feifei was holding a tissue with his head down, and he was amused when he heard this.
After all, it wasn't a difficult task. After Jiang Kuo reduced the pressure of the water gun, he swept the body and quickly washed away the ash and mud, and the green body became much brighter.
"Thank you, old Liu." Duan Feifei took the pipe back into the room.
"Let's play," Lao Liu nodded and gave them another idea. "You can go for coffee, go shopping, have a meal, watch a movie, and have a late-night snack. It's New Year's Eve."
"...Okay." Duan Feifei replied, Lao Liu is indeed a long-term gathering point for students, and this process can be used for any pair of lovers who have no plans.
"Eat and come back, I'll be closed for a while," Lao Liu explained, "I'll be here tomorrow night."
"Got it." Duan Feifei said.
As usual, the car went out to add some gas.
Jiang Kuo returned to the car and tapped the fuel card in his hand several times on the steering wheel: "I will run out of money soon, who would have thought that my gas card will soon run out of money."
"Why don't you park your car," said Duan Feifei. "Bus and subways are optional. If you want to be extravagant, you can call a car."
"It's not bad this time," Jiang Kuo started the car and drove out of the gas station, "I'm going to New Year's Eve anyway..."
Halfway through speaking, he stopped again, and after two seconds, he looked at Duan Feifei: "Are you going to New Year's Eve?"
"Crossing," Duan Feifei said, "there's probably no one in the dormitory tonight."
"How did the role models live?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Sun Ji has been with his daughter-in-law," Duan Feifei said, "others follow single men to help themselves to activities."
"Single men's self-help meeting?" Jiang Kuo laughed, "And such a unique organization?"
"A serious school club." Duan Feifei said.
"...What kind of activities do the clubs do?" Jiang Kuo said, "Does the dog food barbecue?"
"People who have no company to accompany during the holidays gather together to go shopping." Duan Feifei said.
"Then we can participate." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei glanced at him and smiled.
"Oh, no," Jiang Kuo flicked his fingers on the steering wheel, "We are now friends."
"… Hmm." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Does Sun Ji have a girlfriend? Why have you never met?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"His high school classmate," Duan Feifei said, "the school is far away, and it takes three hours to drive to meet each other, and we usually don't see each other."
"Sun Ji actually has a girlfriend." Jiang Kuo sighed.
"Why are you still not convinced? Lu Haobo's girlfriend is quite good," Duan Feifei said. "It's not surprising that anyone in this group has a girlfriend. It's the strangest thing that you have a girlfriend. Which girl can stand you."
"You don't have such a good temper. Without me, you are eating dog food Mala Tang with a single man at a self-help session. Where do you get the confidence to challenge me." Jiang Kuo said.
"...You haven't been so choking in a long time." Duan Feifei was very emotional.
"You have to be willing to let me choke you until next year." Jiang Kuo said.
"No, thank you." Duan Feifei said.
During holidays, especially New Year's Day, it is natural to go to the most prosperous areas.
"I've been here before." Jiang Kuo said.
"Yes," said Duan Feifei, "the first time you had people lining up to move things into the dormitory, the mall was right in front."
"Then go and park there," Jiang Kuo said. "I can park on the VIP floor with my black card, so I don't need to find a parking space, and I don't need to pay."
"Okay." Duan Feifei laughed, "Young Master Qian Kuo is still a bit good."
"It's still a little bit," Jiang Kuo said. "If you're tired and hungry later, there's free afternoon tea there... Damn, if I knew I was here, I should have arranged for their car to pick you up."
"Is it still possible?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Yes, sometimes my mother doesn't want to drive when she goes shopping, so she asks them to come pick them up and send them back after shopping," Jiang Kuo said.
"Let them go home this time to see your outstanding achievements in Metamorphoses, so you can go back to your previous life next semester." Duan Feifei said.
"Not necessarily," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't think there's anything that can't go on like this. I really can't be like Ma Xiao, and it's okay now."
"That means you have a way out," Duan Feifei said. "You know what you want to be, and you can have whatever you want in the next second as long as you want."
Jiang Kuo looked ahead and said nothing.
"Turn right into the parking lot ahead," Duan Feifei reminded him, "While driving, pay attention."
"I've been thinking about a lot of things recently." Jiang Kuo turned on the turn signal, looked at the rearview mirror, and turned in at the intersection on the right.
"Me too." Duan Feifei said.
"What are you thinking?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"It's too much to say," Duan Feifei said, "everything I haven't thought about before."
Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue: "Sell the pass."
Today, there are a lot of people in this commercial area. It feels like everyone who has nothing to do in the city has been dispatched ahead of time. They parked their cars and walked into the mall, and they feel that every time they see there are no less than fifty heads.
"Choose a present for President Jiang and his wife first?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Also," Jiang Kuo said, "but I have no clue."
"Let's just take a look and find inspiration." Duan Feifei said.
It's not easy to buy gifts from Mr. Jiang and his wife. Although Jiang Kuo really wanted to give them something, they didn't lack anything, and they didn't seem to have any special hobbies... No, he couldn't give them any hobbies either. rise.
President Jiang's hobby is cars. I can't afford it.
Mom's hobbies are garden cats and dogs and... spoiling her son. You can consider sending Benben to her, but Duan Feifei is reluctant.
There are five and a half floors in the mall. Jiang Kuo stopped when he turned to the third floor: "I'm hungry."
"Free afternoon tea?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's so boring here," Jiang Kuo pinched his brows, "Go out and find a shop and invite me."
"Okay." Duan Feifei was very refreshing.
The afternoon tea in Jiang Kuo's imagination is coffee or tea, followed by a set of snacks.
But Duan Feifei took him to the square opposite the shopping mall, where there were small two-story western-style buildings, all of them were small shops selling everything.
Jiang Kuo followed the stairs to the second floor and sat down at a small table in the corridor outside a store.
A long corridor, neatly lined with the tables of various small shops, the sunlight can just cover this row of tables, which is quite comfortable.
There are also a lot of people here, almost every table is filled with people. When the two of them came over, the young couple in the back eagerly wanted to push them away to grab a seat first.
Unfortunately, Duan Feifei had eyes on the back of his head, so he took off his hat and threw it on the chair.
"I have to grab it like this..." Jiang Kuo said.
"There are more people in the evening. There are stalls and performers. There are also bands and dance troupes," Duan Feifei said. "They are all young people. This street was called Love Street in the past."
"Ah." Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"... That's it," Duan Feifei whispered, "It's mainly delicious and fun here."
I don't know what is fun, but delicious food and afternoon tea that Jiang Kuo understands are two different things.
"What flavor?" the waitress came over and asked.
"Banana, beef, durian," Duan Feifei said, "two teas."
Only then did Jiang Kuo notice that this was a flying cake shop, and in the shop on their right, a master was throwing his wings to pick up big cakes.
Fly cake with tea.
Very chic afternoon tea.
Duan Feifei's items were quickly brought over and placed on the small table.
Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone, adjusted the position of the plate and teacup, took a few photos, and then raised the camera slightly.
"Eat a piece." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei wiped his hands with a wet towel, then picked up a piece and put it to his mouth: "So?"
"Bite it." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei took a bite, and he pressed the shutter.
"I'll post a circle of friends." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and held the filter.
"Afternoon tea at the 107119 Union Branch of the Single Men's Self-Help Association." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo smiled and nodded: "This copy is good."
The taste of flying cakes is average, the normal range of street food, but the environment is very unique.
The waiter brought a small heater and put it under their table, the sun above and below the sun, and the whole person was a little lazy.
Their small table is next to the railing of the corridor. On the right, you can see the busy people in the small shop, and on the left is the bustling crowd downstairs. The voices and music meet in the sunlight, complex and warm.
"What kind of shop is that?" Jiang Kuo pointed to a small shop with a very retro decoration below.
"Conceptually, it's used goods bought everywhere." Duan Feifei said.
"Conceptually?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Some of them are used goods, but there must be a lot of them just looking like." Duan Feifei said.
"Why are you not romantic all of a sudden," Jiang Kuo snorted, "You just think this is a real thrift store with a lot of old things in it, a car hanger, a photo album..."
"Theoretically, I can't let that album have a chance to enter the thrift store." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Me too, let's make an analogy."
Duan Feifei smiled, took the tea cup and touched his cup: "Happy last day of this year."
"Happy." Jiang Kuo picked up the cup and took a sip.
On the other side of the corridor, someone sang and walked slowly along with a guitar.
"Can you sing?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "Why, do you want to point?"
"I don't know, it's interesting." Jiang Kuo said.
"Then why don't you sing me," Duan Feifei said, "I sing better than him."
Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Can you play the guitar?"
"No." Duan Feifei said.
"That person is playing and singing." Jiang Kuo said, "You are not very cost-effective."
"I can play the accordion," Duan Feifei said with a smile. "My old uncle is very good at it. I learned it from him."
"Really?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows, surprised, "I can't see it, so should I make an appointment?"
"Pay the deposit." Duan Feifei took out his mobile phone, clicked the payment code, and handed it to him, all in one go.
Jiang Kuo scanned the code and paid ten yuan.
"How much for a piece?" he asked.
"Two hundred." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo looked up at him and couldn't help but let out a happy voice: "Your uncle."
"You can't choose," Duan Feifei said while eating, "I know only a few songs, you can only sing within the range."
"Well." Jiang Kuo was still smiling.
Out of the corner of the light, someone came over, and the posture was a little strange.
He glanced behind Duan Feifei and found a girl with a drawing board on her back creeping over. After seeing his gaze, the girl raised her finger and made a "shush" gesture, and then pointed at Duan Feifei.
What's the meaning
What are you doing
Do you know Duan Feihan
So do you know me
Do I know you? I'm going with you
Just when Jiang Kuo refused to cooperate and prepared to remind Duan Feifei that someone was behind him, the girl jumped directly behind Duan Feifei and covered his eyes with her hands.
"Hey." Duan Feifei was startled, raised his hand and grabbed the girl's hand and wanted to pull it away.
The girl hugged his head without letting go: "Duan Feifei! Guess who I am?"
Really know.
Jiang Kuo leaned back and looked at them with his arms crossed.
"I can't guess," Duan Feifei let go of his hand after hearing that it was a girl, and flicked the back of her hand with his finger, "The eyes made you go away." Thank you.
His eyes made you gouge out.
Jiang Kuo sighed.
"Just guess one." The girl said.
"Lu Meng." Duan Feifei said.
"Amazing!" The girl let go of her hand happily, bent her head and looked at him, "Anyone can guess it's me!"
That means you are the only one who can pick your eyes like that, girl.
Jiang Kuo turned his head.
"It's almost as good as me, I can recognize you just by looking at the back of your head." Lu Meng took off the drawing board she was carrying, leaned it against the table, and took off a cross-body... folding chair.
She opened the chair and sat down at the table.
Jiang Kuo couldn't help but glance at her.
"Hello," Lu Meng stretched out her hand, "My name is Lu Meng, a classmate from Duan Feifei Junior High and High School."
Jiang Kuo felt that the university he went to was really a good school, and it could transform him into such a gentle way that he wouldn't turn his head around the non-participant who suddenly popped up at a dinner party like this before, let alone shake hands. .
He reached out and shook Lu Meng.
"My college classmate," Duan Feifei introduced Lu Meng, "Jiang Kuo."
"It's great," Lu Meng said with a smile, "I don't have any college classmates anymore."
"It's okay if you have colleagues and friends." Duan Feifei said, "Come out alone... Is this a painting?"
"Well, I'll draw you two," Lu Meng picked up the drawing board enthusiastically, "I just came out today and haven't started work yet, so I'll send you two to warm up."
… is this out for work
Jiang Kuo glanced at her. Although he was a little unhappy, he couldn't be cruel and hateful for a while. After all, he was a part-timer.
It is the former young master who has experienced the hardships of the people.
"Didn't you paint in the store?" Duan Feifei asked.
"At a time like this, I come out to draw more," Lu Meng said. "Everyone is walking around on the street."
Have a shop
That's it.
Jiang Kuo turned his head with a cold face again.
"Would you like to draw two singles or one double?" Lu Meng actively clipped the paper and took up the pen.
Duan Feifei glanced at Jiang Kuo.
Jiang Kuo looked at him, his eyes empty, and there was no opinion for reference.
"One double, save some paper." Duan Feifei said.
Lu Meng smiled happily: "Why don't you say draw a single person to save a little pen."
"Then draw him alone." Jiang Kuo said.
"Ah? No, no, no, no," Lu Meng waved her hand, "I'm joking."
"Oh." Jiang Kuo turned his head.
"Then I'll start," Lu Meng held the pen, lowered her head and quickly turned twice on the paper, making an outline, "Handsome guy, let me see your face."
"Draw his profile." Duan Feifei said.
"Okay!" Lu Meng nodded.
Duan Feifei called the waiter and brought Lu Meng a cup of tea.
"Are you guys on vacation soon?" Lu Meng looked at Jiang Kuo, lowered her head and asked Duan Feifei while drawing.
"It's almost time, we'll have a vacation after two subjects," Duan Feifei said.
"Xiao Liu and the others said they would get together a few years ago," Lu Meng said, "Have you read the news in the group?"
"Well, I don't know what day it is." Duan Feifei said, "I am less flexible at this time."
"People haven't contacted Quan yet," Lu Meng said. "I'll have to ask you first. I guess they'll be on vacation around the same time as you."
"Not necessarily, a good school like Pijang is probably late." Duan Feifei said, "How many days do you take off during the Chinese New Year?"
"It's only three days," Lu Meng said. "I'll have a business when someone goes shopping, so I can't let it go."
"Financial fan." Duan Feifei said, "I'll bring you some people over when we get together."
"Okay, it's up to you," Lu Meng laughed, "I don't have to worry about running out of business."
Jiang Kuo took a sip of tea.
A little cold, he put the teacup on the heated coaster on the table.
Continue to watch the people coming and going downstairs.
He wanted to take out his phone very much, but he didn't want to embarrass Duan Feifei. After all, it was his classmate who was still painting for himself.
Although forced.
In fact, he didn't want to put on such a cold stance, mainly because Duan Feifei and the others were talking about high school matters.
Fortunately, it is quite fast to draw this kind of big head simple strokes, and I finished it in a short while.
Jiang Kuo looked at it, it's okay, you can lean on cuteness.
Lu Meng happily began to draw extraordinary paragraphs in the space reserved beside him.
Jiang Kuo looked left and right. Since he didn't have a chance to speak, he was drinking water all the time, and now he wants to go to the toilet a little bit.
But I don't know where to look around.
Lu Meng had a girl next to him, so he wasn't very good at asking Duan Feifei.
When he got up and was about to ask the waiter, Lu Meng pointed his finger behind him: "The toilet is there, there is a passage on the left hand a little bit, just go in."
Jiang Kuo looked at her silently.
… Who told you I was going to the toilet
so positive!
Jiang Kuo turned around and walked over there.
"Table number 33, don't go wrong when you come back." Lu Meng explained again.
Let's strike 33 tables with a thunderbolt!