Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei and said nothing.
Duan Feifei glanced at the parking lot: "You..."
"Now." Jiang Kuo said.
"What?" Duan Feifei turned around.
"Now," Jiang Kuo said, "let's talk now, I don't have the patience as you, and I can hold it for a day when I get out of the car and find that something is wrong."
"Those people are still waiting for another round," Duan Feifei said, "We suddenly disappeared."
"Who cares about those, why don't we play if we can't find it," Jiang Kuo said, "you're afraid they'll ask me to help you come up with an excuse..."
"I'm not afraid of them asking." Duan Feifei frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He turned and went straight to the locker room.
"Why?" Jiang Kuo followed. "Change clothes," Duan Feifei said, "now."
"No," Jiang Kuo was a little puzzled, "You need to change your clothes after a few words? Just stand there and finish talking."
Duan Feifei had already started to take off his snow suit, and stopped after hearing what he said: "Do you just want to talk a few words?"
"I didn't say it." Jiang Kuo glared at him.
"You just finished." Duan Feifei continued to take off.
"Okay," Jiang Kuo also began to take off his snow suit, "Come to my room to chat, clean up, let the restaurant bring some food and drink to the room, and chat while eating."
Duan Feifei laughed.
Jiang Kuo's movements paused. In fact, he has been seeing Duan Feifei's smile all these days, but this time, he felt a long-lost pleasure.
It can’t be said that it’s been a long time, even since he first discovered that something was wrong with Duan Feifei, it hasn’t been a long time since then, but in this atmosphere, people are like being buried in a can of glue that gets thicker and thicker on the fire. One second is too long.
Although I don't know what Duan Feihan will talk to him.
But it doesn't matter anymore, you can talk about anything.
He had to wait until the second he chatted to find out, even if it was something he didn't want to hear, he was comfortable until the second he heard it.
When he walked out of the snow clothing hall, Bei Feng, who was wearing his head, came over, and Duan Feifei quickly pulled the zipper of his jacket to the highest level. I don't know if he had just finished exercising and now he was calm, feeling a lot colder than before.
Or just because of anxiety.
Even the shoulders are a little sore.
This may really be just skiing, and the novice is not relaxed anywhere.
It's very close to the hotel, just a short walk away.
On the way, Jiang Kuo didn't speak, he didn't know what he was thinking.
Duan Feifei glanced at him and found that he had pulled the zipper of the down jacket all the way to the hat, only showing his eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Kuo asked in his hat, "Let's go quickly."
Back at the hotel, when he passed the service desk in the corridor, the waiter Jiang Kuochong beckoned: "Roast chicken wings, popcorn, Coke, and a sparkling wine, and bring it to my room."
"Okay, Mr. Jiang." The waiter nodded.
"Popcorn and Coke?" Duan Feifei asked, "How about a movie?"
"It's not that you can't watch," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm mainly a little hungry."
"I just digested my lunch..." Duan Feifei said.
"Isn't that also digested?" Jiang Kuo said, "so I'm hungry."
We had already returned to the hotel, there was no wind, and the temperature was very suitable, even a little hot, but when Duan Feifei was walking to Jiang Kuo's room, he suddenly felt cold again.
The shoulders are still sore.
He tilted his head and squeezed his hand twice on his shoulder.
Jiang Kuo, who was following behind, suddenly reached out and touched his shoulder.
His hands are cold, but Jiang Kuo's fingertips are warm, and the touch is not so obvious because of the temperature, but there is still a series of thrills clearly wherever he goes.
He turned his head and glanced back.
Jiang Kuo had already withdrawn his hand, walked quickly from his side to the front, took out the room card and opened the door.
This room is a suite, outside the living room, with a bedroom, the same floor-to-ceiling windows outside the yard.
The sun was shining brightly at the moment, and half the room was a bright warm gold.
Jiang Kuo closed the door.
"Is there any water in the refrigerator?" Duan Feifei walked to the small refrigerator and said, "I just got tired of drinking coffee..."
"Duan Feihan." Jiang Kuo called him.
"Huh?" Duan Feihan responded and turned around.
Before he could see Jiang Kuo's face, he rushed over.
Duan Feifei subconsciously took a half step back.
What's the matter, is this a fight first
When he wanted to raise his arm to block it, Jiang Kuo had already jumped up and hugged him.
The momentum of this blow was quite large, Duan Feifei was already backing up, and following the momentum, he was directly knocked down on the sofa behind him.
Then the back of his head slammed on the armrest of the sofa, Jiang Kuo's whole person was like a... flying cake, and he threw him firmly.
This weight has to be stuffed.
I don't know which part it was, it made his stomach pump.
"Jiang..." He only had time to call out this word.
Jiang Kuo kissed him by inertia.
Duan Feifei felt what it means to change rapidly.
My stomach is broken.
Soft lips, the dizziness brought by the moment of touch.
And my lips may be cracked.
Sharp sting.
Jiang Kuo probably also felt the pain, and his arm quickly propped up.
Duan Feifei covered his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo looked at him nervously, with embarrassment in his eyes due to the improper operation.
"No." Duan Feifei wanted to get up, but he already felt his lips bleed.
"Let me see?" Jiang Kuo quickly stood up.
"It's okay." Duan Feifei covered his mouth, took two steps to the bathroom, and felt the back of his head hurt.
So I touched the back of my head again, and within a few seconds, I could already feel a swollen bag.
"Let's see!" Jiang Kuo stopped him and pulled down his hand covering his mouth.
Duan Feifei's hands were covered in blood.
They were both stunned.
"Did I bite your mouth off?" Jiang Kuo raised his voice in shock.
Duan Feifei suddenly wanted to laugh, but it hurt when he grinned: "Well, more than that, the penetrating injury will make you open the back of your head."
Because of his sore mouth, his words were slurred, and it sounded scary to himself.
"Okay, don't talk about it," Jiang Kuo pointed to the bathroom, turned and walked towards the table, ready to make a call, "Come on, I'll ask them to bring the medicine over."
"Hey," Duan Feifei grabbed his arm, "No need."
"Isn't it really necessary?" Jiang Kuo was very clueless.
"I'll take a look first." Duan Feifei turned on the tap and glanced at himself in the mirror.
It was as if someone had just punched him in the face.
He lowered his head and splashed water on his face for a while, and seeing that the blood in the dripping water was already very pale, he took out two tissues and pressed them to his mouth.
"How is it?" Jiang Kuo kept staring at the side.
Duan Feifei took off the tissue and looked at it.
The blood was gone, and a very irregular cut on the lower lip was clearly visible.
It doesn't look like someone got punched.
Like a hooligan kissing and being bitten by someone.
"I'm sorry." Jiang Kuo said softly. Duan Feifei didn't speak, he lowered his head and threw the tissue into the trash can, then turned to look at Jiang Kuo.
Jiang Kuo kept staring at his mouth, and his eyebrows were almost twisted.
Duan Feifei put his arms around him and patted him on the back: "It's alright."
Jiang Kuo immediately hugged him tightly, very hard, and Duan Feifei could hear his breathing suddenly being choked.
"It's just that we might not be able to eat chicken wings for a while," he said.
Jiang Kuo was silent for a while, then laughed: "Then drink Coke."
"It has to be equipped with a straw." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo laughed for a long time.
Then there was silence.
It took him a long time to let go of Duan Feifei, turned around and slowly returned to the living room, fell on the sofa, and sighed heavily.
Duan Feifei walked over and completed his unfinished business.
Take a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
He wanted to drink water right after his coffee, and he had to get it from the refrigerator, presumably because God already knew he needed to be chilled right away.
He took two sips of water, put the bottle to his mouth, and looked at Jiang Kuo.
"You just..." Jiang Kuo cleared his throat and turned to look at the courtyard, "What do you want to talk about?"
Duan Feifei dragged a chair and sat down to him: "I can't remember right now."
"Does it hurt?" Jiang Kuo leaned forward.
"Not at all." Duan Feifei smiled.
"That's scary." Jiang Kuo leaned on the sofa.
"No," Duan Feifei said, "it's just... a bit sudden, I didn't recover."
"I'm sorry, I too..." Jiang Kuo pinched his eyebrows, "I don't know what's going on."
Duan Feifei didn't speak, just looked at him.
"It's okay, take it easy," Jiang Kuo waved his hand. "Just say whatever you want, don't think about what I'll think, anyway, I won't think about you when I do anything."
Duan Feifei laughed.
"If I didn't find you," he looked at Jiang Kuo, "are you still going to ignore me?"
"It's you who ignored me first, and made some sense," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm doing all this toss to hang you, and see if you can't bear it and come to me."
"Then this plan is a success." Duan Feifei said.
"I don't think you can't handle it," Jiang Kuo said, "like a duck in water."
"Then why do you think I'm looking for you?" Duan Feifei sighed.
Jiang Kuo looked at him and didn't speak, and after a while, his eyes narrowed: "If you say it's not sour, that's just distressed, ah, he's working so hard."
Duan Feifei's mouth hurt and didn't want to laugh, but he couldn't hold back and grinned.
"Are you really not jealous?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No," Duan Feifei didn't hide it, "I know you two can't have anything, but when you don't look at me directly, I'm still a little… uncomfortable."
"I'm not really that bad either. Me and Lu Shi are pretty much the same as usual. Her character is familiar," Jiang Kuo said. "I'm very enthusiastic with everyone."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
"In the beginning, I told Cannon about this..." Jiang Kuo paused, took a look at his phone, and probably remembered that Cannon was still waiting to give him an idea, "I just don't know how to chase people, he He has a lot of girlfriends, and he is always the one he chases, so I wonder if he can give me some ideas."
"You..." Duan Feifei sighed softly.
"It's alright," Jiang Kuo said, "he's still not reliable, and he's not mainly symptomatic. I'll think of another way."
"No," Duan Feifei looked at him and smiled, "Do you want to inform me about this too?"
"Well," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I'm afraid if I don't tell you, you'll think I gave up."
Duan Feifei was silent for a while, put the bottle aside, dragged the chair forward a little bit, and looked at Jiang Kuo: "Have you thought about what will happen in the future?"
"What's next?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"If we were together," Duan Feifei said, "what would happen?"
"I didn't think about it," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I'll know how it will be together."
Duan Feifei subconsciously wanted to bite his lip, but the moment his teeth touched his lip, he almost jumped up in pain, he turned his head away, and tears were coming down.
"Isn't it," Jiang Kuo said, "Cannon said, you have a lot of things to do, and you think differently from me, and you don't want to be normal with me."
Duan Feifei did not speak.
"I don't really understand it," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to understand it for the time being. I just want to be with you. I can't be together in the future. I'll talk about it later. I can't grasp the happiness in front of me. Will you be happy?"
Duan Feifei looked at him.
Jiang Kuo is very different, not like anyone else, not like himself.
The deeper you go, the more different it is.
It was Jiang Kuo who attracted him, and he was also afraid of Jiang Kuo.
But there is no balance.
Never.
"I don't know what to say... I've never expressed this to anyone," Jiang Kuo frowned, "I mean, if you think one day you will..."
"You want to be together, don't you?" Duan Feifei interrupted him.
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
"You don't think about things that haven't happened yet, do you?" Duan Feifei asked again.
"Well," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "but you can think about it and have reservations."
"I can also ignore it," said Duan Feifei, "without reservation."
Jiang Kuo looked at him without making a sound, and a small light flashed in his eyes.
"I will do my best," Duan Feifei said. "I won't think about whether it will be impossible one day."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo said.
Before Duan Feifei could speak, Jiang Kuo's cell phone rang.
Jiang Kuo didn't even look at it, he brought it over and pressed mute, still staring at him: "What do you mean?"
"Stop chasing," Duan Feifei said, "I didn't need to chase."
Jiang Kuo stared at him for a long time, turned silent for a while, and took a deep breath: "Promise me, right?"
"You promised me." Duan Feifei said.
"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo turned around, "This is also a fight, is there any difference?"
"Yes." Duan Feifei said.
Although Jiang Kuo's mobile phone was muted, the screen was always on, which made him a little uneasy. "Answer the phone first," Duan Feifei said, "it's a cannon."
"Have you seen it again?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I guess." Duan Feifei said.
"You finish first." Jiang Kuo looked at him.
The doorbell was rang.
Jiang Kuo turned to the door impatiently: "Who!"
"The movie theater package you want." Duan Feifei stood up and opened the door.
The previous waiter pushed a small station to the door and was stunned when he saw his face: "Hello, this is the meal that Mr. Jiang just ordered."
"Come in." Duan Feifei stepped aside.
The waiter pushed the cart in and put everything on the table. In addition to what Jiang Kuo asked for before, there was also a plate of fruit. The waiter put the things and asked, "Do you need to pour the wine?"
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "Thank you."
"Call me again if you have something to do." The waiter pushed the car out.
Jiang Kuo pointed to the chair in front of him.
Duan Feifei sat back.
"Go ahead," Jiang Kuo said, "what you were going to talk to me about today."
"My mind has always been in a mess," Duan Feifei said. "I never thought about letting you know, let alone if you would respond. For me, this matter was originally just my own business."
"Yeah." Jiang Kuo responded, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"I don't know when it started," Duan Feifei got up and took a can of orange juice from the refrigerator and put it on his mouth to ice it for a while, "I don't know when you felt it out of control."
"It's not too early," Jiang Kuo's mouth curled more clearly, "some things can't be hidden."
"But it's true... I didn't find you..." Duan Feifei thought for a while, "So you asked me suddenly, and I could give a positive answer, but when you suddenly said it together, I was really caught off guard."
"Have you figured it out now?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No," Duan Feifei said, "but I can put it aside, I want to see the original you."
"Actually, you are what I just said, what you can't do and what you can't do, you can say it first," Jiang Kuo said, "I know, I can accept it, and those are no longer yours. Stressed."
"I don't." Duan Feifei looked at him.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo also looked at him.
"Tell you a story." Duan Feifei said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"In the past, Duan Ling liked a man who was handsome and quite romantic. The man told her that I had a bad temper and had many problems. I once had a woman I loved very much," Duan Feifei said slowly, "Anyway, BLABLA said a lot, and then said, but I also like you, if you can accept it, we will be together."
"This..." Jiang Kuo frowned.
"This kind of person should be let go." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"If there is a problem, solve it, and if there is a problem, correct it," Duan Feifei said. "If one day... at least give the other party a chance to scold you and hate you, instead of one sentence, I told you already."
Jiang Kuo still looked at him.
The phone rang again, and Jiang Kuo reached out and hung up.
"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo said, "you really..."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned the jar and continued to stick it to his lips.
"I'll kiss you now," Jiang Kuo leaned forward, "don't hide."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
Jiang Kuo pulled his hand away, looked at his mouth, and frowned: "It's too miserable."
"Why don't you change your location?" Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo kissed the tip of his nose.
After leaning back on the sofa, he couldn't help laughing.
"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Are you happy? Handsome." Jiang Kuo asked, "From now on, you will belong to Uncle Kuo."
Duan Feifei laughed, accidentally tugging at the wound, then quickly squeezed his mouth and sighed.
The phone rang a third time.
"Come on," said Duan Feifei, "the cannon will call the police in a while."
Jiang Kuo picked up the phone and answered the phone: "Pao'er."
"Fuck you uncle," Cannon scolded, "What about people! You! And Duan Feifei!"
"In... my room." Jiang Kuo said.
"Why don't you answer the phone!" Cannon roared, "I'll go back in the parking lot for a long time and see that you two are gone!"
"What about them?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Go skiing! What do you think you two are important people!" Cannon said, "Isn't it going to be fun without you guys! It's just me! I have to go around the fucking mountains! I'm walking around in a snow suit! Fucking transferred to the hotel."
"Then you..." Before Jiang Kuo finished speaking, he heard the door slamming.
"Open the door!" The roar of the cannon rang out from the phone and the outside at the same time.
Jiang Kuo hung up the phone and looked at Duan Feifei: "Are you on? The cannon is outside."
"Come on," Duan Feifei said, "what's the matter?"
"I'm afraid you... embarrassed." Jiang Kuo said.
"When have I ever been embarrassed." Duan Feifei said.
"Come on, forget it." Jiang Kuo stood up with a smile and went over to open the door.
Cannon didn't say a word, and really rushed in wearing a snow suit. When he saw Duan Feifei, he was stunned, and then bent down and stared at him.
"Why did you wear the snow suit?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I'm in my own snow suit, I can wear it when I want to go back to Hermes." Cannon said.
"We chatted for a while." Jiang Kuo said.
"We chatted for a while?" Cannon glanced at him, then turned to look at the bed in the back room.
"Brother Pao," Duan Feifei said, "I think too much."
"What do you two mean?" Cannon asked. "Okay, okay? It's okay, right?"
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
"Is it still eaten?" said Cannon.
"Eat some," Jiang Kuo said, "you haven't touched it yet."
"I'm really convinced," said Cannon. "I'm so convinced."
"Let's go," Duan Feifei stood up, "Let's go over together."
"Your mouth, take care of it," Cannon looked at him. "Aren't you going to get some medicine? It's a fucking bite..."
Cannon couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Kuo again.
"Knock." Jiang Kuo said, "Really."
"Get a Band-Aid? I think it hurts a lot," Cannon said.
"They won't ask," Duan Feifei said, "only laugh at me, so Lu Shi might ask?"
"She won't," Cannon waved his hand, "I feel like she also knows that when I'm looking for you two, she's going to take me to the Blue Road skating."
Because Cannon's "feeling" of Duan Feifei was very accurate before, Jiang Kuo was stunned when he heard what he said: "How could she know?"
"You ask me?" Cannon pointed to himself.
"What should Jiang Liao tell her?" Duan Feifei said.
"...It's possible," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "Shouldn't the rumored boyfriend be Dong Kun?"
"Hey." Cannon was helpless and leaned against the wall, "It's a mess, don't worry about it, she won't ask anyway."
"So she watched the jokes of the three of us in one day?" Jiang Kuo asked the point.
"Probably, fuck." Cannon said and walked out the door. "You two go over by yourself, I don't want to stay with you two anymore."
Watching the cannon go out, Jiang Kuo quickly turned around and hugged Duan Feifei: "Let Uncle Kuo hug again..."
After a second, the cannon turned back: "How about that chicken wing..."
Duan Feifei looked at him.
Jiang Kuo quickly let go.
"I'm so fucking..." Cannon turned to leave again, leaving a string of curses in the hallway.
"Let Uncle Kuo hug him again." Jiang Kuo continued to hug him tightly.
Duan Feifei hugged his waist, lowered his head and buried his face on his shoulder.