The boiling crowd at the top of the mountain was in constant excitement for a few minutes after midnight. After the surrounding crowd loosened up a bit, Duan Feifei put Ben Bianbian on the ground and sandwiched it between his legs.
Jiang Kuo looked at him, still in the excitement of the new year, but the embarrassment and discomfort caused by Duan Feifei's hiding has not dissipated.
Dong Kun is the most excited of the group. He just grabbed Ding Zhe and kissed him, but he wanted to grab Liu Fatty to kiss him, but Liu Fatty fled away cursing.
Jiang Kuo looked at Dong Kun, as if he had gained some kind of inspiration.
"Did you just think I was going to kiss you?" he asked without any euphemism.
Duan Feifei glanced at him, opened his mouth, and said after a while, "You're squeezing the dog."
"Stop farting." Jiang Kuo glanced down at Ben Ben, this dog is so talkative, he couldn't talk for five minutes when he was squeezed.
"Okay," Duan Feifei smiled, "Dong Kun is going crazy, I'm a little conditioned..."
Although Jiang Kuo didn't have the nerve-wracking habit of Dong Kun, and he didn't plan to kiss Duan Feifei, there was no physical contact in the way he used to get along with people.
But at this moment, he glanced at Duan Feihan's face, and felt that he really wanted to kiss him, and it wasn't a big deal.
Duan Feifei squatted down and fastened the leash for Benben. He was stunned when he raised his head, and pointed at Jiang Kuo: "What's wrong with you here?"
From Jiang Kuo's perspective, Duan Feifei was referring to his crotch.
... what's going on here
It's okay!
What a crowd, what can be here!
Before he could react, Duan Feifei reached out and touched it.
Jiang Kuo suddenly felt a sharp pain in the upper side of his thigh: "Ah!"
He took a step back and lowered his head to see what was wrong, but the viewing platform on the top of the mountain only had a circle of lights picked up with wooden sticks, and the light was not enough to fall.
He touched his trouser pocket and wanted to take out his phone and take a picture.
not touched.
At the same time, the light of Duan Feifei's mobile phone came on, shining on his lap.
The first thing Jiang Kuo saw was the blood on Duan Feihan's hand that stretched out to pull his pants again, and the second time he saw blood on his pants with the pockets down.
Fresh and moist.
"...Fuck me?" Jiang Kuo was so shocked that he didn't even know what to do next.
Duan Feifei quickly pressed his trousers pocket, then pulled it carefully, and he could see that there was a flat horizontal cut on his trousers.
"You were cut off." Duan Feifei said.
"What?" Jiang Kuo almost didn't understand this sentence, what age is it, and people still steal things like this
And because he was going up the mountain today, he specially wore thick jeans.
So this is... cut his leg too hard while cutting the pocket
"There's a thief!" Duan Feifei roared.
Jiang Kuo paused for breath following this throat.
The people around were a little confused, and they all gathered around here.
"What's the matter?" Cannon rushed over, and when he saw the blood on his pants, he shouted again, "Who!"
Ding Zhe and the others also squeezed in, scrambling to find tissues.
"I'll give it a try," Duan Feihan took out a tissue and handed it to them, poking the phone twice, "it may have been turned off."
Jiang Kuo's familiar bell rang.
"On the side!" Cannon shouted, "Mobile phone! Who the hell is it! Come here by yourself! Let me find you and you'll be damned dead!"
Everyone pricked up their ears and carefully identified the direction of the bell in the old north wind.
It's like some kind of event site that should be called to the police.
A few seconds later, Benben yelled twice at Jiang Kuo's feet, and threw himself.
A little girl standing beside pointed to Jiang Kuo's trousers: "There."
… what
Jiang Kuo lowered his head, the tip of Ben Ben's nose was already on his trousers.
When Duan Feifei reached out and touched it, Jiang Kuo felt something on his ankle at the same time.
When the phone rang and was pulled out from under his trousers, Jiang Kuo couldn't help but let out a sound of joy.
The onlookers sighed with emotion, disappointed that the thief was not caught and surprised that the mobile phone was still on them.
Cannon didn't give up, and insisted on scolding and scolding for a long time before finally stopping.
"What the hell is going on?" Jiang Kuo really couldn't understand.
"The top of the pocket is too tight, so I can't put my hand in it," Duan Feifei analyzed it, "I had to cut the pants underneath."
"But because I was so stupid, I cut off my trouser pockets and my legs, right?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Yes," Duan Feifei nodded, "then the phone fell into the trousers."
Jiang Kuo was a little speechless. He was wearing short boots today, and the trouser legs were a little piled up. If it fell out, the thief would pick it up.
An alternative way of stealing and stealing.
"Do you want to deal with the injury?" Ding Zhe asked.
"It should be... not serious." Jiang Kuo moved his leg a little, but if it wasn't for Duan Feifei's reminder, he didn't even feel the pain.
"It's cold and numb," said Cannon. "Go inside and warm up a little bit, at least to see how badly hurt it is."
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
When he followed to the farmhouse next to him, he was a little depressed and glanced at Duan Feifei: "So many people stole from me? How do you think about such a high difficulty?"
"It's a little less difficult than stealing from your hands," Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"The only one who doesn't have a mobile phone is you." Duan Feifei smiled.
"Come on." Jiang Kuo was even more depressed.
He looked at his phone and saw that there were only three unread messages, one from Mr. Jiang, and the other two were estimated to be the VIP managers of the operator and the mall.
He sighed.
Da Pao and Ding Zhe entered the farmhouse first, talked to the boss, and asked if there was alcohol or something.
When Jiang Kuo entered the house, they lined up and looked at him together.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.
"Take it off," Liu Fatty said, "the boss has gone with the medicine box."
"What?" Jiang Kuo was shocked, not to mention the five people in front of him, he looked back and saw that there were still many people outside.
"You don't want to go to the toilet, it's not very clean," said Cannon. "Shh! Take it off and take a look, shh! Put it on again."
"How about we give you a circle?" Duan Feifei said.
"Go away." Jiang Kuo clenched his teeth and unbuttoned his pants.
He thought it was fine at first, but after entering the room to warm up, the sharp pain in his leg suddenly intensified, and the injury may be deep.
It takes two hours to drive back, and it's not good to not deal with it.
He walked in a little bit, avoiding the position of the gate, and quickly, shh!
Just finished.
The boss came out head-on, holding a medicine box in his hand.
The boss is actually a woman.
"...Fuck." Jiang Kuo turned around with a jump.
"Give it to me." Duan Feifei took the cardboard box and blocked it between him and the boss.
"Looking at the wound, it's very deep, like a blade," the boss said. "If you can't do it, you have to go to the hospital. It's safer to have a tetanus."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
Several people gathered around at the same time, bending over to look at Jiang Kuo's injury on his leg.
This scene is too difficult to describe, Jiang Kuo urged Duan Feifei: "Hurry up, just pour some alcohol to disinfect it."
"Iodophor." Duan Feifei was already moving very quickly, and the sterile cotton ball poured the iodine and quickly tapped it on his wound.
After sterilization, he used tape to fold a piece of gauze over the wound under the guidance of the boss.
Jiang Kuo quickly put up his pants.
On the way back, Duan Feifei sat in the cab.
Jiang Kuo sat in the co-pilot, and Duan Feifei asked when he was wearing his seat belt, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"What do you tell me?" Jiang Kuo asked, "What about the funeral?"
"This mouth," Duan Feifei started the car, "even if it's damaged, I won't let it go."
"You are a person with a large cargo book," Jiang Kuo said. "Are you afraid that you can't drive this road? It's so flat."
Duan Feifei smiled and followed the car with the cannon in front.
Jiang Kuo turned on the music, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Fuck, blood will be seen in the first hour of the new year."
"It's pretty good," Duan Feifei said, "it's booming."
"I'm still in a trance," Jiang Kuo took out his phone and looked at it, then turned his head sharply, "What did you send me this?"
Duan Feifei laughed: "Electronic album, Duan Ling sent me one, and I made one with your photo."
"My mother doesn't play like that." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.
"New Year." Duan Feifei said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Among the three messages, in addition to President Jiang and the VIP manager, there is also the earth-flavored electronic photo album that Duan Feifei sent, and it contains all the photos Duan Feifei took for him when he was part-time job.
It was almost midnight when we returned to school, and everyone was exhausted after the excitement, and even Ben Ben slept unconsciously in the trunk.
Jiang Kuo also slept all the way, and Duan Feifei stopped the car before he sat up suddenly: "Arrived?"
"I woke up on time," Duan Feifei said. "Here, the cannons and Benben have already returned, and the others have also returned to the dormitory."
"Go back to sleep quickly," Jiang Kuo got out of the car, "What time are you going to have dinner with your dad?"
"It's past 10:30, I'll wake you up when you're leaving, and go to the school doctor's office to see your injuries." Duan Feifei locked the car and put the keys away.
"I can get up." Jiang Kuo snorted.
I did get up, and woke up very early.
I didn't sleep well that night, I had a lot of dreams, and I didn't know what I was dreaming about.
But there are a few episodes that I remember particularly well.
He kissed Duan Feifei as if in slow motion in a movie, and in his dream, he felt that the picture was beautiful.
But Duan Feifei refused him sternly, and Jing Qi also said a word.
"It's unsanitary."
Jiang Kuo lay on the bed and laughed for a long time.
Neuropathy!
When Ma Xiao passed by his bedside, he was laughing silently at the outside, and Ma Xiao was so frightened that he took a step back.
"Morning, little horse." Jiang Kuo said.
"Morning." Ma Xiao said.
"Happy New Year." Jiang Kuo said.
"Happy New Year," Ma Xiao said, "be healthy."
After Ma Xiao went out, there was silence in the dormitory, Jiang Kuo closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep again.
It's okay, he's going to dream for a while.
See if I can dream of Duan Feifei again, and then discuss with him what is unsanitary about kissing.
But Jing didn't succeed, and it felt like he didn't fall asleep. Duan Feifei woke him as soon as he closed his eyes.
"Remember to take a look at your injury later." Duan Feifei stood beside his bed.
"What happened to him?" Li Zirui stuck his head out of the bed, "Jiang Kuo, are you injured?"
"Last night, when the thief cut his trouser pocket, he cut off his leg together." Duan Feifei said.
Li Zirui and Tang Li, who was brushing his teeth next to him, were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. Tang Li swallowed a mouthful of toothpaste while laughing, and ran to the sink to rinse.
Jiang Kuo looked at his phone: "You have passed by now, haven't you?"
"Well," Duan Feifei said, "Dong Kun's appointment was at 1:30, and I happened to be back at that time."
"Then I'll sleep a little longer." Jiang Kuo closed his eyes, pulled the quilt to cover half of his head.
"Go to the school doctor's office first." Duan Feifei tore off the quilt.
"Hey..." Jiang Kuo rolled over.
Duan Feifei picked up a piece of gauze from the edge of the bed: "Did it fall off?"
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo saw the blood on the gauze, and the wound on his leg suddenly awakened, and there was pain.
He sat up and stretched his legs out of the quilt, only to find that the wound was fine, not torn or bleeding.
"I'll be there in a minute," he said.
After Duan Feifei left, he changed his clothes and got out of bed.
The trousers that were cut yesterday were still thrown on the chair. The blood had dried and it looked miserable.
Jiang Kuo was hesitant about whether he could still have these pants, but it doesn't matter if they broke. I don't know if they can be washed.
After five seconds of fighting, he threw his pants into the washing machine, changed into loose-fitting sweatpants, and went to the school doctor's office.
The school doctor checked his injury, the wound was not deep, and he was given some medicine, but no injection.
Because the treatment process was too simple, it took less than half an hour to go back and forth. When I returned to the dormitory, I made an appointment with Cannon for lunch, and there was nothing else to do.
"There are still two subjects," Duan Feifei said, "I will have a vacation after the test."
"Years ago, I had to be busy again," Dad said while eating. "I used to be busy enough. Now that the business has grown, I have to be even more busy."
"He's waiting for you to go back and help." Duan Feifei took a piece of braised pork. Today's meal is a festive snack, and it's quite hearty.
"I can't help much, I haven't done it for many years," Dad buried his head to eat, without looking at him, "He's no better than me to ask for help."
"It's not like that..." Duan Feifei was interrupted by his father before he could finish speaking.
"What did you say you were going to play in a while? Shooting?" Dad forcibly changed the subject.
"Archery," said Duan Feifei, "Dong Kun has reserved a venue. Except for Jiang Youqian, we have never played it."
"Is there a coach?" Dad asked.
"That's definitely there," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "I don't know if the coach charges or not. If I do, I'll let Jiang Youqian teach me to get it and save some money."
Dad laughed: "I don't want to play anymore, I'll just teach you."
"I learn fast." Duan Feifei said.
"Yes," Dad looked at him, "after all, my son's brain is still useful."
When returning to school, Duan Feifei still got off the bus at the Longxutang station and bought some mung bean cakes for Jiang Kuo.
"Is it delicious?" The lady boss said with a smile.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
The proprietress glanced in the direction of the car: "Just finished eating, right?"
Duan Feifei understood what she meant and smiled: "Yes, I just finished eating, there is a snack today."
"I heard them say that the food is not bad," said the proprietress. "There are often visitors here, and they say that their faces have been rounded in a few months."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"Everything will be fine." The proprietress handed him the packed mung bean cake and dragon beard candy.
The bus is still two stops away from the school, and the model group has already swiped.
He picked up the phone and made a voice: "It's coming soon."
Jiang Kuo called directly: "Ding Zhe drove his car, at the door, you don't have to come in."
"Can't you sit down?" Duan Feifei said, "Sun Ji also brought his daughter-in-law."
"Can the little lover squeeze a car with us?" Jiang Kuo said, "People take a taxi by themselves, and we happen to have five cars each."
"I've learned to save fuel," Duan Feifei laughed, "It's so bizarre."
"Don't work hard until you go home." Jiang Kuo said.
After hanging up the phone, Duan Feifei looked at the receding street scene outside the window. There was no sun today. Because of the holiday, there were very few people on the street at this time. With the trees that had lost their leaves, there was an inexplicable loneliness in his eyes.
When he heard Jiang Kuo's words "go home", he felt a sense of disappointment he had never felt before.
He had never felt this way during any vacation in the past.
As soon as he walked to the school gate with a bag of food, he saw Ding Zhe's car.
Liu Fat was in the co-pilot, Jiang Kuo and Dong Kun were in the back seat.
"Go in." Duan Feifei opened the door, and Jiang Kuo sat beside him.
"I want to sit by the window." Jiang Kuo said.
"He got motion sickness in someone else's car," said Dong Kun.
"And this?" Duan Feifei had to squeeze in the middle, "Why didn't I know?"
"We just found out." Dong Kun said.
"What's there to eat?" Liu Fatty turned around, "That's a big bag."
After the car drove out, Duan Feifei took out two boxes of dragon beard candy and a box of mung bean cakes. Several people immediately began to eat them. Ding Zhe shouted while driving, "feed me one, feed me one!"
"I will feed you if you are rich!" Liu Fatty said.
"I'm Jiang Rich and I don't need you to feed me," Ding Zhe said, "Have you washed your hands!"
"Go away." Jiang Kuo said.
There was also a box of dragon beard candy and a box of mung bean cake in the bag. Duan Feifei tied the bag and put it in the trunk.
"Did you make an appointment for two hours?" Ding Zhe asked Dong Kun.
"Well," Dong Kun said, "I don't think there are many people, so I just pick the appointment time."
"Is two hours enough?" Liu Fatty said, "It takes two hours for optics."
"No," Jiang Kuo said. "Are you a fool? The time taught by coaches generally doesn't count."
"That's fine." Liu Fat nodded.
This archery hall is beautifully decorated, and the location is a bit out of the way, so there are not many people.
You don't have to wait for the arrow to go in.
Sun Ji and his girlfriend hadn't arrived yet. A few of them went first. The service here is also very enthusiastic. The coaches are pointing out how to use the protective gear and how to choose the bow.
"Usually we are beginners with recurve bows. You can try to pull them a bit, and if they don't fit, change another one." The feeling of pushing out…”
Jiang Kuo honestly followed the demonstration and drew the bow.
"This pose," the coach glanced at him, "Is it played before?"
"Well." Jiang Kuo closed his left eye and glanced.
"Try an arrow?" the coach said. "The target has just been changed."
Jiang Kuo walked to the arrow path, took an arrow, and stood sideways.
Take the arrow, hook the string, push the bow.
Although I haven't played for a long time, the movements of these mechanical memories are still very familiar.
When he opened the bow, his hand drew an arc in front of him. He heard Liu Pang tsk tsk tsk. After the bow was full, he tilted his head slightly towards the fingers that were pulling the string.
aim.
The arrow shot out and landed slightly to the right of the yellow inner circle in the center of the target.
Under the leadership of the coach, a few people behind Jiang Kuo gave a very cheering admiration: "Fuck me!"
After Duan Feifei saw the landing point, his eyes quickly returned from the target to Jiang Kuo.
Jiang Kuo's posture of closing his bow is skillful and elegant.
With an air of unpretentiousness.
"Come, come," Ding Zhe waved to the coach, Jiang Kuo's arrow made him suddenly interested, "Coach give me some pointers."
Jiang Kuo looked back at Duan Feifei, and turned his head toward him: "Teach you?"
"Okay." Duan Feifei walked over and stood in front of the arrow path.
I didn't realize how long the arrow path was when I stood next to it before, but now I stood in front of me and looked at the target, and I felt it was quite far.
"How many meters is this?" he asked.
"Eighteen meters," Jiang Kuo tapped on his arm holding the bow, "open the bow, push with the front and pull with the back."
"Okay." Duan Feifei stood sideways and pulled the bow away.
Jiang Kuo stood behind him, raised his left hand to line up with his left arm, and pointed his finger on his left hand: "Relax your ring finger..."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
Jiang Kuo's right arm went around behind him and put it on top of his right hand that was pulling the string: "Find the position of your index finger, and when aiming, turn your head to this side..."
Jiang Kuo's voice that was almost in his ear made Duan Feifei a little stiff.
"Turn your head to aim." Jiang Kuo gently pushed his head over there with his forehead.
Duan Feifei's right hand shook violently, and the fingers that hooked the bowstring loosened.
The string banged out with a bang.