Jiang Kuo ran over at night, nothing strange to the old uncle and aunt, Duan Feifei has been running to the store every day when he has classmates since high school.
But after all, when I was having dinner today, I just discussed that Duan Feifei was going to do business with the young master Jiang Kuo, who didn't take money as money, and the old uncle couldn't help but look at him more.
However, Jiang Kuo has an extraordinary immunity in "being seen", and he didn't notice it. He only expressed interest in a pot of beef that was just cooked.
"Cut a piece for him," the old aunt said to Duan Feifei, "I think he might be going to fish for it later."
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "not really."
"Is that all right?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"Cut." Jiang Kuo said, "Thank you."
Duan Feifei washed his hands, took a piece of beef, cut a small piece, and handed it to his mouth: "It's hot."
"Bring it back to me," Jiang Kuo leaned over and blew at the meat, "How can I eat it."
"It's burnt to death," Duan Feifei raised his orchid fingers and pinched the meat with only two fingers, "Quick, put it on, bite the front teeth to dry."
Jiang Kuo clenched his teeth and brought the meat over, and then continued to dry with his teeth.
"You will get cold after standing outside for a few seconds." Duan Feifei sighed.
Jiang Kuo walked out, walked back after a few seconds, and the meat had already been eaten: "It really works."
"Do you still need to learn?" Xiao Li laughed.
"I've never eaten like this before..." Jiang Kuo said.
The unloaded meat had to be neat, and the size should be hung. Duan Feifei pointed to the small chair next to him: "You sit there."
"I'll help." Jiang Kuo said.
"No," Duan Feifei said, "soon, sit down."
Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, then dragged his chair aside and sat down.
The old aunt was still cooking the meat in the back kitchen, and Duan Feifei brought the unloaded beef neatly to the front room to prepare for the market opening tomorrow.
After chatting with Boss Song, the old uncle entered the room and worked with Duan Feifei.
When Jiang Kuo entered the market just now, all the shops were closed, some were lit, some were dark.
He thought that he might have rested, but when he saw the busy shops in the back passage, he realized that none of them were resting.
Duan Feifei is very skilled, Jiang Kuo is holding his cheeks. He has never been to the market before, and he doesn't even know how to go to the supermarket. He never thought about putting the meat on the table and hanging it on the hook. It's simple and full. With the taste of the market, it will be so sexy.
Because it was a little hot when he was busy, the stove was still burning in the back, and the temperature in the house was very high. Duan Feifei was only wearing a T-shirt. Jiang Kuo felt that he had not seen Duan Feifei's bare skin for a long time.
There are also slender muscle lines that show when the arm is exerted.
"In two days, you can drive that car to help Lao Lola with the goods. He didn't come back after repairing the car." The old uncle said.
Jiang Kuo was staring at Duan Feifei's waist, when the old uncle spoke suddenly, he suddenly had the illusion of being caught playing a hooligan in the street, and his embarrassment rose spontaneously.
I didn't pay attention to what the old uncle said, and I don't know why I felt that the old uncle was talking to me. In short, I just replied without thinking: "Okay."
The old uncle and Duan Feifei turned to look at him together.
"Okay," Duan Feifei nodded, "then drive your car to help him pull back those dozen bags of dried spices or something."
Jiang Kuo also looked at them, the old uncle's words went through his mind again, and he laughed.
"Drink a lot?" the old man asked.
"I didn't drink much," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I found out that the driver took a wrong turn when I got back from the taxi."
"Pour yourself some water," the old uncle said, "drink more water."
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
When it was almost finished, the old uncle waved to Duan Feifei: "You clean up, I'll do it at this point, do you two want to go out?"
"No hurry." Duan Feifei said, "It's done."
"He's going to fall asleep in a while," the uncle said. "You two can't drink when you go out."
Duan Feifei turned his head and glanced at Jiang Kuo, and found that he was really leaning on the chair, his eyes narrowed.
"Go," said the uncle, "it's been a busy day today."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
After washing his hands and changing his clothes, Jiang Kuo was still leaning there. He put on his coat, took Jiang Kuo's coat, and went over and kicked lightly on the leg of the chair.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo opened his eyes.
"Let's go." Duan Feifei tilted his head and handed him his coat.
Jiang Kuo stood up and looked around the room: "Isn't it finished yet?"
"These old uncles got it," Duan Feifei said, "Let's go."
It was too warm in the room, and they both had their jackets open when they walked out the door. As soon as they turned out of the passage, the North Wind slapped them.
"Hey..." Jiang Kuo hurriedly lowered his head and pulled the zipper, "Blow me to death..."
Duan Feifei stood in front of him and tugged his jacket to the sides.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Wind block," Duan Feifei said, "are you moved?"
"You're sick!" Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and lowered his head to continue pulling the zipper, "Hurry up! Pull it up."
"Not as squeamish as you are," Duan Feifei watched him zip up the zipper before lowering his head and zipping up his jacket, "If I run in the morning..."
Before he could speak, Jiang Kuo rushed over and hugged him, kissing him on his face and nose.
Half of them are kisses, and half of them are close to each other.
"What?" Duan Feifei grabbed his arm, "Aren't you able to aim correctly? You can chase arrows when shooting arrows. Can't you tell which is the nose and which is the mouth on your face?"
"I want to kiss everywhere." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei quickly looked around, and then slammed and kissed him on the face, without letting go of his eyes, and then put an arm around his shoulder: "Let's go."
"Come over," Jiang Kuo said, "I just got a little confused in the room."
"Okay." Duan Feifei buttoned the hood of his coat on his head, and pulled the scarf up again.
"Cannon asked me about this scarf today," Jiang Kuo said. "This person deserves to be someone who has been in love more than 10,000 times."
"What?" Duan Feifei asked.
"He said it was a couple." Jiang Kuo said.
"I can see that too," Duan Feifei said.
"What do you think?" Jiang Kuo turned his head and looked at him with one eye from his hat.
"This scarf looks like an exclusive handmade style for old ladies in the market," Duan Feifei said. "Why did Jiang have the money to buy such a scarf? It must be because Duan Yingjun also has it."
"What is the exclusive style?" Jiang Kuo looked at the scarf, "Is this twisted flower?"
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "the sweater that my aunt knitted for Duan Ling when I was a child, this twisted flower is standard."
"It's still a female model?" Jiang Kuo was a little surprised.
"It doesn't count," Duan Feifei laughed, "but originally a little girl's clothes have many patterns, and mine are all flat color matching."
Jiang Kuo snorted: "Anyway, I think it looks pretty."
It's not too late, but there are very few cars and people on the street, which is very lonely during the New Year.
The street lights were on, and the shadows of the two of them were constantly being stretched and shortened.
"Today, I told my uncle about the online store." Duan Feifei said.
"How is it?" Jiang Kuo asked immediately.
"I'm not very supportive, but I'm not against it," Duan Feifei said. "As soon as I said this, they immediately wondered if it was because of my dad, if they wanted to split up... I thought they would ignore my dad."
"Hey." Jiang Kuo sighed, "How did you chat later?"
"I didn't talk much," Duan Feifei said. "The old aunt felt that she might not be able to persuade her, so she stopped her."
"Then what do you think now?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Slow down first and let them digest it," Duan Feifei said. "If they start taking action right away, it is estimated that they will not say it in the open, but they will still have some ideas."
"I'll take a look at it for a while," Jiang Kuo said, "to see what it takes to operate..."
"I'm coming," Duan Feifei tickled his finger lightly on his face, "You don't have to worry about that."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Do you think I can't do it?"
"I'm asking this question, it's impossible for anyone who can't do it, you can't do it," Duan Feifei said, "I can't throw everything to you about this matter."
"Is it a partnership or not," Jiang Kuo said. "If you are a partnership, you must do your best."
"Then I have to do my best." Duan Feifei said.
"Don't worry, your work is indispensable." Jiang Kuo sniffed.
Duan Feifei didn't say anything else and turned to look at him.
The hat blocked Jiang Kuo's face, and he could only see the tip of his nose, which was slightly red. Duan Feifei reached out and tapped on the tip of his nose.
"Why?" Jiang Kuo also touched his nose, "Is there something?"
"Well," said Duan Feifei, "there's going to be a kiss from me soon."
"...Fuck," Jiang Kuo looked at him in shock, "Duan Feifei, do you still have the skills of earthy love words?"
"Too many skills don't overwhelm you." Duan Feifei hooked the corner of his mouth, leaned in and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Duan Feifei, I found that you might be able to fight with the cannon," Jiang Kuo said, "you just didn't have the opportunity to practice before."
"Then he's not on the same level as me," Duan Feifei said. "His success rate is too low to have so many opportunities to practice."
Jiang Kuo laughed: "Okay, I'll convey this to you."
"Challenging, right?" Duan Feifei said.
"What?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.
"It's a shame I didn't take advantage of the fight with you when school started," Duan Feifei said, "I can't even fight now."
"It's alright," Jiang Kuo waved his hand, "In case we quarrel in the future, you can do it when you can't quarrel with me."
Duan Feifei smiled and said nothing.
Back in the community, it was obviously more lively than the street. Some people set off fireworks in the open space next to the small garden. From time to time, I could hear people setting off firecrackers in other buildings, overlapping and constantly sounding.
"I just forgot to buy some fireworks!" Jiang Kuo was a little depressed. "I haven't let go of fireworks yet. When I first came back, I was thinking of buying some to play with."
"I'll buy it in a while, go ahead and warm up the house, I'm about to freeze to death," Duan Feifei said, "It's not ten o'clock, so we bought it and put it away in the middle of the night."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo rubbed his hands.
He warmed up after entering the elevator. He took off his hat and looked at Duan Feifei.
"There is monitoring." Duan Feifei reminded him.
Jiang Kuo smiled: "Will I care about that?"
"Come." Duan Feifei opened his arms.
"Not enough time." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei snorted.
When the elevator door opened, they heard the screams of children. The neighbor who was facing them opened the door, and a house of children was jumping up and down frantically.
"When you were young, wasn't your family like this for the New Year?" Jiang Kuo took out his keys as he walked.
"It's more lively than this," Duan Feifei said. "We not only dance, but we also fight."
Jiang Kuo smiled and opened the door and entered the house.
When Duan Feifei was about to enter the door, he suddenly turned back and grabbed Duan Feifei's clothes, dragged him in, and kicked the door.
"Why?" Duan Feifei staggered, "You are making me think I don't want to come in..."
Jiang Kuo took off his coat with a flick of his arm and threw it on the cabinet next to him.
Duan Feifei realized what he was going to do, and immediately shouted with a smile, "Aim for it!"
Jiang Kuo jumped forward suddenly and knocked him onto the sofa behind him.
This sofa is more tightly wrapped than the one in the hotel, without wooden armrests, it is all thick sponge.
They even bounced as they fell.
Jiang Kuo aimed very well this time, and the lights in the room didn't even have time to turn on, but when he kissed heavily in the dark, he didn't knock his teeth.
The curtains were drawn in the room, and only the faint moonlight penetrated through the gaps in the curtains.
The light wasn't enough to see, but it evoked a certain emotion in a chaotic shadow intertwined with rapid breathing.
Duan Feifei was still wearing a coat, Jiang Kuo tugged it a few times, not even touching the zipper, so he had to stretch out his hand to prop himself up, and bowed his head and scolded, "Are your clothes a fucking safe?"
Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing, grabbed his hand and put it on the zipper: "Come on, it's locked here."
Jiang Kuo grabbed the zipper of his jacket and pulled it down, the clothes were wrinkled, and the zipper got stuck as soon as he pulled it.
"Ah..." he whispered, grabbing at his clothes again.
The zipper was torn open with a slap in the face, but the sound of it...
"Uncle Kuo," Duan Feifei said, "three pieces."
"I pay you, I can pay you another sweater!" Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and grabbed the sweater inside him and tugged it again.
Not torn.
When he was about to tear it up for the second time, Duan Feifei grabbed his hand: "I myself... This sweater is so beautiful that I can't buy the same style..."
"Quick!" Jiang Kuo raised his hand and took off his clothes.
Duan Feifei wanted to sit up, but Jiang Kuo didn't let him go. He could only lean back on the sofa and took off his coat and sweater against all odds.
As soon as he threw the clothes away, Jiang Kuo rushed over again. This time there was no obstacle, and his hand went directly into the clothes.
piping hot.
Duan Feifei also touched his back and stroked lightly along the zipper tattoo.
"Duan Feihan," Jiang Kuo pulled off his collar and kissed his neck, "I'll show you something."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei responded.
Jiang Kuo touched the small table next to the sofa.
Duan Feifei saw what he was holding in his hand through the moonlight that came in.
"Damn." Duan Feifei felt his voice hoarse instantly.
Jiang Kuo lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "This is..."
"Is this a gift from you?" Duan Feifei asked.
"What..." Before Jiang Kuo finished speaking, Duan Feifei quickly took the small bag from his hand.
"Hey?" He immediately reached out to grab it.
Duan Feifei put his arms around him and stretched his arms: "Jiang rich money, have you learned badly?"
"You're not bad," Jiang Kuo struggled to grab his arm and drag it back, "you're not bad, give it to me."
"I have to lead you to the right path..." Duan Feifei said with a smile, his arms stretched out.
Jiang Kuo's hand gently pinched his waist.
"...Hey." Duan Feifei suddenly softened his arms.
Jiang Kuo pulled his arm back, snatched the small bag from his hand, and jumped off the sofa, ready to run to the bedroom.
Duan Feifei reacted quickly, almost jumping up from the sofa and scooping his arms in front of him.
The two fell on the sofa and slid from the sofa to the ground again.
A small rug was placed in front of the sofa, and Duan Feifei touched the rug.
"Is it clean?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Why don't you make a phone call and ask Cannon." Duan Feifei said.
"Never mind." Jiang Kuo turned around and rushed over again.
…
"Duan Feihan." Jiang Kuo leaned on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
"Huh?" Duan Feifei tilted his head.
"I want to drink water." Jiang Kuo said.
"I think so too." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo laughed: "What do you mean, whoever is outside will get it."
"What kind of water to drink?" Duan Feifei looked at him with his head propped up, "I see a lot of drinks in the refrigerator."
"I bought it before the cannon left," Jiang Kuo said. "It's fine if it's not sweet."
"Okay." Duan Feifei got up and got out of bed, and casually pulled his sweater and tied it around his waist to block the front.
"I don't care about my head." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei pulled his sweater back again and tied it up: "How is it? This little skirt."
"It's still tall," Jiang Kuo said, "sexy."
Duan Feifei went to the refrigerator in the living room to have a look, took a bottle of tea without sugar, unscrewed it, and took it back to the bedroom.
Jiang Kuo had already sat up, holding the pillow in a daze.
"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei leaned over and looked at him.
"I'm so hungry." Jiang Kuo said.
"...Drink some water pads first." Duan Feifei handed him the water.
Jiang Kuo took the bottle and couldn't help but want to laugh: "It's been a miserable day."
"Order a takeaway," Duan Feifei took the phone, "What would you like to eat?"
"Ice cream." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei's finger on the screen stopped in the air, and after a while he turned his head with a smile: "Jiang Kuo, did you do it on purpose?"
"Hmm~ Na!" Jiang Kuo said.
"Okay," Duan Feifei glanced at the time, "Is there a designated flavor?"
"As long as it's not blueberry flavored," Jiang Kuo said.
"Wait." Duan Feifei started to get dressed.
"Aren't you taking a bath?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Come back and wash again," Duan Feifei said, "I'm afraid the house will close after washing."
"Come here." Jiang Kuo hooked his fingers.
Duan Feifei leaned over while raising his trousers, and Jiang Kuo kissed him on the face: "Xiao Duan is really good."
"Come back and clean you up." Duan Feifei put on his clothes and ran out, kicked off the cushions and blankets that had been rolled down by them on the living room floor, took his coat and went out the door.
There is a small supermarket in the community. Opposite Yang Ke's building, Duan Feifei trotted to the small supermarket.
When I went out, I found that the sweat on my body had not receded much, and the wind was blowing from my head to my legs, and it was all cold.
Trembling, he jumped into the door of the canteen.
"Yo," one of the older sisters glanced at him, "are you not wearing enough clothes?"
"It's okay," Duan Feifei smiled, walked to the freezer to have a look, took out a large box of ice cream and put it on the cashier, "This."
"Tackling poison with poison?" The eldest sister looked at him.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
After buying the ice cream, Duan Feifei thought about whether to go out and buy the fireworks, but just as he was about to leave, he suddenly found a shadow in the corner of the building.
He picked up the corner of his mouth, and in a flash, he had already recognized Jiang Kuo from the fur collar of his coat.
So he walked over quickly, and in view of Jiang Kuo's stunned nature, he did not jump out suddenly, but shouted: "Jiang has money!"
"Fuck," Jiang Kuo stuck his head out from the corner, "what the hell are you looking at?"
"Just looking at your eyes." Duan Feifei said.
"There's no end to the earthy flavor, right!" Jiang Kuo shouted.
"Here," Duan Feihan handed him the ice cream, "this is the largest box."
"Here, this is the most real one." Jiang Kuo also stretched out his left hand behind his back, holding a flower... to be exact, a refrigerator magnet.
A flower shaped fridge magnet.
Duan Feifei took over the "flower": "I'm so moved."