The two went downstairs, and when they exited the corridor, Jiang Kuo suddenly trotted a few steps, swept a pile of cannonball scum by the side of the road outside, and stepped in.
"Is it sick?" Duan Feifei cursed.
"I've always wanted to do this," Jiang Kuo said. "There are still piles of leaves, so I want to jump up and step in."
"Are you cool?" Duan Feifei asked, "If you want to leave me in my house, my uncle will throw it on the ground for you, and bury you on the spot with these things."
Jiang Kuo jumped out of the cannonball slag again, with red confetti sticking to his shoes and trousers, he stomped his feet: "This pile is not big enough."
"Get in the car." Duan Feifei threw the key to him.
"Where to buy wine?" Jiang Kuo stomped his feet all the way to the side of the car, not stomping off the scum on his shoes, and finally kicked two feet on the wheel to shake it off.
"There is a tobacco and alcohol store on the road," said Duan Feifei, "just go there and buy it."
Jiang Kuo started the car, feeling as if he hadn't driven his car for a long time. The car was full of gas, probably before Duan Feifei went to pick him up.
He stepped on the accelerator and listened to the roar of the car, and he had a long-lost pleasant feeling.
There was no fork in the road ahead, it was the road leading to the community garden, and he stepped on the accelerator with both feet.
"This road is only more than 100 meters," Duan Feifei knew him quite well, "Is it enough for you?"
"Enough," Jiang Kuo said, "Fifty meters is enough."
Duan Feifei smiled and sighed.
The car rushed forward, but it was not as fast as he imagined. After the car rushed out for a few dozen meters, the direction of Jiang Kuo was full, and the car turned 180 degrees and turned around.
Duan Feifei's head knocked on the car window.
He covered his forehead and glanced at Jiang Kuo.
Jiang Kuo looked at him, his face was originally apologetic and worried, but in the end he couldn't help laughing wildly, but his mouth still kept the original emotion: "I'm sorry... Does it hurt... Hahahahahahaha I forgot Just to remind you... did you knock too hard..."
"Thank you for your concern." Duan Feifei couldn't help but want to laugh.
"I originally," Jiang Kuo leaned on the steering wheel and laughed for a long time before turning his head to look at him, "I didn't want to laugh, but in the middle of it, I heard the sound."
"Bang!" Duan Feifei said, "Right."
Jiang Kuo had already stopped laughing, but after learning this, he couldn't help but laugh again.
"Laugh, laugh," Duan Feifei nodded, "After laughing, take your wine away for a while."
"Hey!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Is it so fickle?"
"Well." Duan Feifei smiled.
"Let's see," Jiang Kuo rubbed his face, finally stopped laughing, reached out and hooked the extraordinary chin, "Is it hard?"
Duan Feifei tilted his head, and there was a small patch of red on his right eyebrow.
"Damn it," Jiang Kuo felt his eyes widen, "It's red? Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt," Duan Feifei said. "It will turn red when you rub your hands twice. It's much heavier when you hold the door on my neck, so it's fine."
"...You remember this kind of thing quite clearly." Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't do it on purpose."
"Of course you didn't do it on purpose," Duan Feifei said. "If you did it on purpose, how many fights would we have had by now."
Jiang Kuo leaned back on the chair with a smile, and let out a sigh of relief: "These are all fates, handsome."
"Isn't it?" Duan Feihan stretched out his hand and flicked his face lightly, "Driving, Duan Ling will have to call and curse when he arrives first."
"Go." Jiang Kuo patted the steering wheel.
There is no wine in the tobacco shop that Jiang Kuo can like, so Duan Feifan picked two bottles a little higher according to his uncle's preference.
"Less than five hundred yuan," Jiang Kuo looked at the wine, "Is it alright?"
"Aren't you not very good at giving people things?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "I will give it to whoever I give it to, and occasionally a few friends will give something to me."
"This wine is pretty good. We usually drink dozens of wines." Duan Feifei said.
"Well," Jiang Kuo looked at the wine, "does the old aunt drink too?"
"Both of them can drink well, and Duan Ling is also very good," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "Just me."
Jiang Kuo laughed again. For some reason, he also picked up the point where he didn't laugh when he kowtowed his head before, and he finally finished laughing when he got back into the car.
"I'm tired of laughing." He sighed and turned to look at Duan Feifei, "Little Duan."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei also turned his head.
"Quick kiss," Jiang Kuo said, "there will be no two-person world in five minutes."
Duan Feifei approached with a smile, put it on his lips, and quickly touched Duan Feihan with his hand.
"Be honest," Duan Feifei grabbed his hand, "On the street, eight out of ten people walking back and forth are from our market."
"You can't do it!" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.
"That's what I said," Duan Feifei looked at him, suddenly opened the car door with his hand, then stepped out with his legs, and shouted at the outside, "Let's judge—"
"Fuck!" Jiang Kuo rushed over and dragged him back, "I was wrong, I was wrong... I forgot that you are late in the society... "
"I'm reasonable." Duan Feifei said.
"Retract my legs!" Jiang Kuo shouted.
"Okay." Duan Feifei retracted his legs and closed the door.
"Go!" Jiang Kuo shouted with a smile, rubbing his hands hard on his legs.
The market is quite deserted. Today, on the second day of the new year, more than half of the stores are still closed. Only the bosses like Niu Sandao are local people who do not need to go back to their hometown and live in the market. .
"If the market is demolished," Jiang Kuo asked, "Uncle, do they still have a place to live?"
"They have a small house," Duan Feifei said. "It's rented to people in the market, and it's just fine to take it back."
"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I live on campus." Duan Feifei smiled.
"Have you stayed?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"They will definitely leave me a room," Duan Feifei sighed softly, "but I still plan to find a way by myself, that house will only have two bedrooms, one for them, one for Duan Ling, and Duan Ling is now moving it by himself. Going out, then she should keep her own room, doesn't she go home?"
"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"The cottage I live in Niu Sandao used to belong to Duan Ling," Duan Feifei said. "I can't keep robbing her room. Besides, my dad is going to come out in the second half of the year, so I have to find a place to live."
"If he doesn't rent Cannon's house by then," Jiang Kuo said, "let him transfer it to you."
"The neighborhood is new, and the rent is not cheap," said Duan Feifei.
"It shouldn't be expensive. Cannons can be rented casually by one person," Jiang Kuo said. "Yang Ke rents it there when he lives on the streets."
"We have different definitions of cheapness." Duan Feifei put his arms around his shoulders and retracted his arms.
"I'll ask him later to see how much it is," Jiang Kuo said.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei smiled.
As soon as he walked to the door of Niu Sandao, he saw Duan Ling walking out, holding his mobile phone and just about to dial.
"Have you seen it," said Duan Feifei, "one minute later, I'll get a swearing call from her."
"You two are climbing really fast." Duan Ling turned to see them and shouted.
"Sister Ling, Happy New Year." Jiang Kuo said.
"Happy New Year," Duan Ling smiled, "Why are you still thin after a new year?"
"Are you thin?" Jiang Kuo turned to look at Duan Feifei, "Am I thin?"
"...I didn't see it." Duan Feifei said.
"I haven't seen him for a long time," Duan Ling looked at Jiang Kuo, "It's really thin, but he's still handsome."
"Are you there yet?" the old aunt shouted inside.
"It's here!" Duan Feifei also shouted.
"Come in here!" The old man came out.
"Happy New Year, Uncle," Jiang Kuo walked in, "Happy New Year, Auntie!"
"Happy New Year, Happy New Year," the old aunt turned to see the wine he was holding, and immediately glared at Duan Feifei, "Let someone buy it!"
"I didn't." Duan Feifei said.
"This is what my dad likes to drink," Duan Ling shouted after coming in, "It must be Duan Feifei who gave the young master a blind idea!"
"He really didn't..." Jiang Kuo said half of his words.
The old uncle and aunt plus Duan Ling, and Duan Feifei, several people spoke at the same time, Jiang Kuo instantly felt that he was back in Duan Feifei's jacket pocket and was watching his family's New Year's live broadcast.
"Don't be so polite in the future, you know," the old uncle came over and patted him on the shoulder, "You are all extraordinary classmates and friends, you are all children, come when you come, just come, you don't need to pay attention to other things to know!"
"Understood." Jiang Kuo nodded, "It's mainly for the New Year, I usually..."
"Just bring some delicious food from your home for the new year," the old aunt said. "You see that kid Ding Zhe is coming to play tomorrow. He said that he will bring a roast chicken. Fuck it. Jiang Kuo, you will do it tomorrow too. Come on, a person who celebrates the new year is here, and there is no food to eat, so come and eat."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo smiled.
"Ding Zhe's roast chicken made by his mother or bought it?" Duan Ling said, "He was cheated by his mother last year."
Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing: "That's really possible."
"Can this be deceived too?" Jiang Kuo was very interested.
"Damn I think he doesn't seriously eat the roast chicken he made," Duan Feifei said. "As a result, he didn't eat what he bought, and he brought it out for others to taste."
Jiang Kuo laughed: "Then I can eat beef in sauce that is worth three knives."
"Have you ever eaten from another place?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I've eaten it," Jiang Kuo said, "Aunt Liu bought some and ate it as soon as I ate it. My dad said it tasted almost the same, but the beef three-knife was more chewy and had a few more flavors. Is there a secret recipe?"
"No," Duan Feifei said, "I don't think the one bought by Aunt Liu can't do it..."
"There's no secret recipe?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Really not," said Duan Feifei, "I know all the ingredients I put in the pot. I put them in the pot after the old aunt has divided them, but the proportions are different."
Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue, thought about it, and then whispered: "I will say that there is a secret recipe in the future, and the ratio is the secret recipe, beef with three knives in secret sauce."
Duan Feifei also whispered, "What are you thinking about?"
"Let's talk after dinner." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.
There were five people in this meal, which was one less than when Jiang Kuo had the New Year's Eve dinner at home, but the level of noise was more than his family's New Year's Eve dinner.
Duan Ling is a small speaker, he talks a lot, and his voice is still bright, and the old uncle and aunt can talk especially after drinking a little wine.
In this case, in order to let the guests quickly integrate into the chat, the short-cut chat is used.
"Duan Feifei was muddled when he was a child. He would be beaten up for a fight with his father, and ran out of the market with his bare bottom." Duan Ling said.
"I didn't! No!" Duan Feifei shouted.
"If I don't sleep at night, I have to say that I want to eliminate violence and safety, and sneak out with a stick to follow the market security guards to patrol the night, so that people are too scared to look back and think there are thieves following!" said the old aunt.
"Using the facts to prove that our security guards are really not good, he really can't catch a thief..." Duan Feifei said.
"Later, he stole the chicken butt that others cut off to feed the dog." Duan Ling said.
"The kids in the market made him beat him all over the place, forcing everyone to call him Fan Ye, no matter how big or small," the uncle said, "I was worried about him causing trouble all the time, but when I grew up, it suddenly became more reliable. ."
"Rebellious period." Duan Feifei said.
"Whoever is in elementary school is rebellious!" Duan Ling said, "It's a little too early to be rebellious, and you still collect money to send the female classmates home. Is this also rebellious?"
Jiang Kuo almost sprayed the ground with a sip of wine.
Duan Feihe laughed happily.
The old aunt introduced his business to Jiang Kuo: "Five cents for one delivery, two yuan for a week's package, and three deliveries on the way. You can say that he is not bad."
Jiang Kuo laughed even harder. Now it's worse than when he was a child. Now he dares to charge 900 yuan for a washing machine hose.
After the meal, Jiang Kuo felt that his face was sore.
After packing up the dishes, Duan Feifei was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Jiang Kuo stood beside him watching.
"You were quite tossed as a child," he said.
"There are rumors," Duan Feifei quickly washed the dishes, "Just listen to it, you can't believe it all."
"It's mainly because it sounds like it's something you can do," Jiang Kuo said. "It's not rigid at all."
"Almost all the children here grow up this way," Duan Feifei said. "Just pick one out and shake it. There are a lot of things like this."
"Very cute." Jiang Kuo said.
"You suddenly soared emotional intelligence." Duan Feifei glanced at him.
"Really," Jiang Kuo smiled, "it's really cute, I wasn't like this when I was a kid."
"It's not too wild, Cannon said that you do a lot of work as if you were climbing trees and fishing for fish." Duan Feifei said.
"It's different," Jiang Kuo tilted his head and looked at his face, "I just skip class and go out to vent, you are... how do you say... "
"The master of the vegetable market." Duan Feifei said.
"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "that's how it feels."
"What's right, that's what it feels like," Duan Feifei smiled, "You really haven't seen this in the world at all."
"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded again.
Duan Feifei turned off the faucet, dried the dishcloth, and turned to look at him: "How much did you drink, Uncle Kuo?"
"Just two cups." Jiang Kuo said, "Let's go around the market and sober up."
"Okay." Duan Feifei said.
When going out, Duan Ling shouted in the room: "You two are crazy, what are you doing shopping with the door closed! It's not cold!"
"I'll be back after a while." Jiang Kuo also shouted.
"Is it cold?" Duan Feifei asked.
"It's not cold," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, and Duan Feifei wore the dark green scarf around his neck, "You can give me a scarf too."
"...You're embarrassing me," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'll go to the mall tomorrow."
"Is there no market?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Isn't the row facing the street outside clothing stores? There are always a few open, right?"
Duan Feifei looked at him: "Do you know how much the clothes there cost?"
"What," Jiang Kuo also looked at him, "Are you afraid you can't afford it?"
"You're drinking too much," Duan Feifei put his arm around him, "Okay, let's go and see which one is open."
After walking a few steps forward, they started to bump into the middle.
Jiang Kuo snorted: "It's all about it, there's still no tacit understanding at all."
Duan Feifei jumped with a smile and adjusted his pace.
In the row of small shops facing the street, there are several open doors. After all, facing the street, it is still possible for businesses to come to the door.
Three were clothing stores, and one or two had scarves hanging from the shelves.
But Jiang Kuo didn't find the color he liked.
"Isn't there a store that sells wool?" Jiang Kuo said, "Like the one I bought you a scarf that day."
"It still has to be like that," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Then let's move on. There is a wool seller, but he doesn't know if the door is open or not. His old lady can still knit sweaters for people."
"Go." Jiang Kuo waved his arm.
The store is open, halfway through, the old lady is not there, only the eldest sister is there, the old lady's daughter-in-law.
Because this store is not facing the street, when she saw the two of them squeeze in through the half-open store door, the eldest sister's expression was a moment of surprise with a hint of panic.
"Grandma isn't here?" Duan Feifei asked.
"At home," the eldest sister stared at him, "you are inside... that..."
"Three swords." Duan Feifei smiled.
"Yes, I bought beef at your house," the eldest sister smiled, "Why did you come here to shop?"
"Look at the scarf." Duan Feifei said.
"Come on, these are all," the eldest sister pointed to the scarves hanging on the wall, "the right is woven, the left is handmade, and the handmade is a bit more expensive."
"You choose." Duan Feifei touched Jiang Kuo.
There are quite a few styles of these scarves. Jiang Kuo took a look at the handmade side. He didn't have any special requirements. When he saw the dark green one, he took it down. Well, it's actually not very similar, even the color is not the same dark green.
But it doesn't matter, it's OK to be in one color system.
He looked at the scarf, it was very thick, with twisted flowers woven on it.
"That's it." Jiang Kuo said.
"Sister, how much is this?" Duan Feifei asked the eldest sister.
"This," the eldest sister came over and touched the scarf, "usually it sells for 200..."
"What about the acquaintance price?" Duan Feifei said.
The eldest sister smiled: "One hundred and eighty, it's handmade."
"One hundred and five." Duan Feifei said, "I only want handmade ones."
"Take one hundred and sixty!" said the elder sister, "this is real cashmere thread, very warm, thick and light..."
"Okay," Duan Feifei nodded, "Sister, please pack it for me, I'll give it to someone."
"Okay!" The eldest sister took a piece of kraft paper printed with small flowers, rolled up the scarf, and tied a bow around the waist with a pink woolen thread.
Duan Feifei took the scarf, and after the two left the store, he took Jiang Kuo back to the market from the side door, then found a sheltered place in the fruit and vegetable area, and handed the wrapped scarf to Jiang Kuo: " Here, it's for you."
Jiang Kuo took it very happily: "This packaging is quite stylish."
"Then many of our stores here have a style," Duan Feifei said. "The meat sellers are also wrapped in kraft paper, and then tied with a straw rope, but not a bow."
"Fuck off." Jiang Kuo smiled.
"Are you wearing it?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded, removed the package, and wrapped the scarf around his neck. He couldn't help but sigh, "It's only 160 yuan... The one I gave you is more than 500 yuan."
"No," Duan Feifei smiled, "what do you mean, should I go back and buy you three hundred yuan of wool?"
Jiang Kuo was amused for a long time: "I just sigh that it is very cheap and it is still handmade."
"After all, this is a market, not a tourist area." Duan Feifei said, "Do you like it?"
"I like it," Jiang Kuo rubbed the scarf on his face, "comfortable."
"Where to go?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Just near the market," Jiang Kuo said, "to feel the atmosphere."
"There's nothing to feel about it, there's not many people right now," Duan Feifei said, "I usually feel it strongly."
"It's your row that sells beef, right?" Jiang Kuo said, "How many stores are there?"
"If you don't count the stalls, let's have four or five stores," Duan Feifei said. "There are more pork, but not so many people sell beef. What's wrong?"
Jiang Kuo didn't speak.
"Is it related to Niu San Dao's secret sauce beef?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "Would you like to try an online store first?"
Duan Feifei was stunned and looked at him: "Now?"
"Not now," Jiang Kuo said, "I mean you can start with this one first, it's easier than telling the uncle to open a branch directly, and you don't need a venue for the time being..."
"Did you tell Yang Ke this before?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo stopped, "Did he tell you?"
"When I met him in the morning, he said something," Duan Feifei said. "I don't know what's going on, and I don't know if he was talking to himself, so I didn't ask more."
Jiang Kuo watched him silently for a while: "Are you... unhappy?"
"No, how could it be," Duan Feifei said, "I'm just..."
"Ah..." Jiang Kuo frowned, "I should discuss it with you first, mainly because Yang Ke is looking for me, so I will..."
Duan Feifei put his arms around him and patted him on the back: "No no no no no, I'm not unhappy, I just didn't expect it, I'm not unhappy."