Duan Feifei didn't hide, and the punch hit him firmly in the face.
The moment he said this, he regretted it. He didn't know how he would say the most impossible thing to say at such a time.
In that instant he became the last "I told you BLABLA" guy he wanted to be.
It was no surprise that Jiang Kuo beat him.
Your life is extraordinary.
"It was me who was wrong, that's right, I forced you to agree!" Jiang Kuo came over and gave him another shove, "Fight back! Are you blaming me!"
Duan Feifei slammed into the back cabinet, touched the pot with half a pot of rice and a bowl next to it, and almost brought the pot to the ground.
He subconsciously picked up the pot and put it into the table, Jiang Kuo also subconsciously gave way to the side.
After he put the pot away, Jiang Kuo came back to his senses, dragged his arm and pushed it into the living room: "Fuck me out!"
"Jiang Kuo..." Duan Feifei was pushed into the living room by him and turned around to explain.
"Fight back!" Jiang Kuo was obviously very angry, and punched him in the chest again.
The punch wasn't actually too hard, but the position was very precise, and Duan Feifei felt a strong urge to cough.
He turned his head away and coughed a few times.
"Isn't it! Do you blame me!" Jiang Kuo confronted him, "If I didn't force you to ask if you like me, or if I didn't force you to agree, then there would be no trouble in the back, right!"
"No." Duan Feifei said.
"Don't coax me!" Jiang Kuo threw a punch at his arm again, "Isn't it bothering you to coax me to make sacrifices all this time? Haven't you had enough!"
Duan Feifei suspects that Jiang Kuo is not only good at swimming, skiing, horse riding, racing, archery and skydiving, but he should also have practiced fighting.
Jiang Kuo was really angry. For a young master who has been spoiled since he was a child, this is actually the first time Duan Feifei saw him really angry.
Even if it was a provocation against Lu Haobo before, Jiang Kuo would never get angry even if he did it.
This time, Jiang Kuo was really angry.
And he didn't have any means to calm him down.
Change someone, change anyone, he knows what to do.
But it was Jiang Kuo.
The one with whom he was intimate and uneasy.
He didn't know what to do at all.
Just like he didn't know how to break the silence with his father, he was obviously the closest person to him.
Now facing Jiang Kuo, he is equally at a loss.
"Yes, that's it," Jiang Kuo pointed at him. "It's fine not to speak! Just don't say anything, just keep it in your heart, and everyone can't get close to you!"
"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifei looked at him, "I was wrong."
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong? Where's wrong?" Jiang Kuo said, "You're never right, you're habitually wrong, and you don't think you're right! I don't want you to admit your mistake! I don't want you to apologize!"
"Let's talk." Duan Feifei walked over.
"I'm not talking!" Jiang Kuo roared, "I don't want you to understand me, I understand you! What I want is for you to stop doing this!"
Duan Feifei didn't speak, and wanted to reach out and pull Jiang Kuo.
Jiang Kuo raised his arm to block his hand.
Duan Feifei quickly grabbed his wrist again, and then pulled Jiang Kuo to his side, no matter what, he wanted Jiang Kuo to calm down first.
But when Jiang Kuo grabbed his wrist, he also clasped his wrist, then pulled his arm and turned around.
It was too late when Duan Feifei realized something was wrong.
Jiang Kuo threw him over his shoulder and threw him onto the sofa.
Duan Feifei bounced twice on the sofa, sighed, and didn't move any more, just raised his arm and put it on his eyes.
Jiang Kuo stood beside the sofa and was silent for a long time without speaking.
Duan Feifei could only hear the sound of his breathing that had not yet calmed down.
"I didn't throw you on the ground, don't pretend to be dead." Jiang Kuo finally spoke.
"No," Duan Feifei said, calling him softly again, "Jiang Kuo."
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
Duan Feifei sat up, lowered his head and rubbed his face, where he was hit by Jiang Kuo's punch, and quickly stopped.
Then he stood up and hugged Jiang Kuo.
"I'm sorry," Duan Feifei said, "I'm sorry for what I just said."
Jiang Kuo said nothing.
"I don't know how to express it," Duan Feifei tightened his arms, "This is not what I want to say, I want to…"
The doorbell was suddenly rang, followed by another knock.
"Fuck you uncle." Duan Feifei gritted his teeth.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo was stunned for a while, then laughed.
"Maybe it's the police," Duan Feifei let go of his arm, "I'll go take a look."
"Police?" Jiang Kuo was shocked, "How do you know?"
"According to my experience in dealing with the old ladies downstairs for many years, they generally follow their words," Duan Feifei looked out from the cat's eye. "It's two policemen."
"Come on." Jiang Kuo said.
"I opened the door." Duan Feifei said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo looked at the spot on his face that had become visibly red and swollen, with a little scratch.
Duan Feifei opened the door.
"Hello, we are the police in the area," said the policeman outside the door, "I just received a call from the residents of your building, saying that you have..."
The police saw the injury on Duan Feifei's face: "fight and brawl."
"Yes... the two of us," Duan Feifei pointed at Jiang Kuo, "we fought."
The police looked at Jiang Kuo and then at him: "Is it convenient for us to go in and have a look?"
"Convenient," Duan Feifei stepped aside, "please come in."
"Are you tenants?" The policeman looked in from the kitchen and the door of the room.
"Yes." Duan Feifei replied.
"If you have something to say, don't do it," the policeman pointed at Duan Feihan's face, "You see this has been injured. What problem can a fight solve?"
"Are you injured?" another policeman asked Jiang Kuo.
"No." Jiang Kuo shook his head.
"You see, it's not evenly matched," the policeman said. "What problem does this solve?"
Duan Feifei smiled: "Yes."
"If you get injured in a fight, you need to be treated. If it's serious, you'll have to take legal responsibility," the police said. "Even if it's not serious, it still disturbs the people, right?"
"Understood," said Duan Feifei, "we will pay attention in the future."
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the police went out. Before leaving, they pointed to the two of them: "Don't do it again, it makes sense."
"Hey, good." Duan Feifei nodded.
After closing the door, Duan Feifei watched the two policemen enter the elevator again, and then turned around.
Jiang Kuo ignored him and went into the kitchen.
Duan Feifei followed and saw that Jiang Kuo was pouring out the rice that was thrown back into the pot again.
He stood aside and watched silently.
"You don't need to talk to me now," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to listen to the words you coaxed me into. I probably shouldn't have done it, but..."
"Good fight." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo paused for a moment, looked back at him, and resumed his work: "Yes, good fight."
After pouring out the rice, Jiang Kuo guessed that he forgot the "how to cook rice to be delicious" that he checked earlier. He took out his mobile phone and read it again, then washed the rice, and poured the rice when he poured out the water. Go out and have one.
Jiang Kuo looked back at him.
"You can still eat it," Duan Feifei said, "just pick it up and take it back."
"It's all in that sink and that little bucket," Jiang Kuo said with shock in his disgust, "Pick it back?"
"I washed and disinfected the house when I cleaned up," Duan Feifei said. "Just take out that little bucket and put it back into the pot."
Jiang Kuo hesitated for a while, then reached out and took out the stainless steel filter, then poured the rice into the bowl: "Wash these again."
He stretched the bowl with rice under the faucet, and Duan Feihan wanted to stop it when the water was boiling, but he didn't have time.
The water column rushed out of the faucet and washed half of the rice in the bowl on the spot, because the filter had not been put back in, and the rice went directly into the sewer.
"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.
"That's all," Duan Feifei said, "Uncle can't do anything about it."
Jiang Kuo stirred the remaining half of the rice in the bowl with his fingers, which was considered to be cleaned, and then carefully drained the water and poured it back into the pot.
Next, add water to the pot, and Duan Feifei checked it visually, and it should be alright.
The next thing is simple, put the pot into the rice cooker, cover it, plug it in, and press the cooking button.
Duan Feifei used to take out the packaged stew, and when he brought it back, it was still a little warm.
He found the pot and bowl, the stove and the microwave together, and the dishes were heated up in no time.
When he went to the living room with the pot in his hand, Jiang Kuo asked, "Use the pot to drink soup?"
Duan Feifei went back to the kitchen, poured the soup into a glass soup bowl, and took it out again.
After the dishes were all on the table, the rice just started to steam.
"Eat the food first?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well." Jiang Kuo washed his hands and went over to sit down.
Duan Feifei sat in front of him: "Drink something?"
"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I want to drink that soup."
"Well," Duan Feifei took his bowl and filled him with a bowl of soup, "This is a signboard, and it smells good."
Jiang Kuo lowered his head and took a sip.
"How is it?" Duan Feifei asked.
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and after a while he looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts." Duan Feifei answered truthfully.
"Have you ever regretted it?" Jiang Kuo looked at the soup in the bowl, "It's fine if you didn't promise me that day."
"There's no way to regret this," Duan Feifei said. "If you want to regret it, you have to regret it from the second you liked it."
Jiang Kuo looked up at him.
"I have never regretted it," Duan Feifei said, "I will do it all over again... it will still be the same."
"But you said it just now, that's why you didn't want me to know at the beginning," Jiang Kuo said, "Is this regret?"
Duan Feifei sighed softly, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Jiang Kuo: "That's what I thought before I opened my mouth, I don't want you to know, and I don't know you either... But I opened my mouth to let you know that I want you to know. , can you understand what I mean? I don't want you to know, but when you ask me, I want you to know."
"Understood." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"You didn't force me," Duan Feifei said. "I made all the decisions myself. I think I will do it. It's not your fault. I promise you because I think."
"Are you habitually looking for reasons in yourself?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No." Duan Feifei said.
"Why did you push me?" Jiang Kuo asked.
Duan Feifei looked at him for a long time before realizing what he meant, and after a while of silence, he said, "I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Kuo frowned.
"I'm afraid that you have to choose this kind of life because you like it," Duan Feifei said. "It's not a day or two, not a few months, but a year or two, maybe several years. You may feel that it's nothing, you want to..."
Jiang Kuo raised his chin and looked at him.
"But I'm afraid," Duan Feifei also looked at him, "If it wasn't for me, how could you have such a choice? Even if you wanted to."
"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo leaned forward, "You don't like me enough."
Duan Feifei couldn't control his eyebrows, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You don't like me to the extent that you are reluctant to tell me even if you feel bad about my choice," Jiang Kuo said, "You don't like me to the point of being selfish, you should think, don't let go, he is willing to accompany him I can live my life together, I don't want to break it, I don't want to push him away, as long as he's by my side."
"That's why I don't like it enough." Duan Feifei said.
"Maybe, maybe it's just not selfish enough," Jiang Kuo said, "you can't accept me because you've become like you."
"I'm selfish enough," Duan Feifei looked at him, "I'm just afraid that you can't stand it and will leave, so I stop you."
Jiang Kuo was silent for a while: "I like to hear you say that."
Duan Feifei sighed and rubbed his forehead. He felt that he could understand Jiang Kuo's words, but not very well.
"As for me," Jiang Kuo said, "I will do whatever I want, and I don't think too much. From your point of view, I have never considered anything from your point of view. I like you. I'll do whatever I feel should be done."
Don't introspect.
Jiang Kuo, don't reflect.
Duan Feifei looked at him.
"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo reached out and tapped the back of his hand, "If I really walk away, what will happen to you? Will you be happy?"
Won't.
Duan Feifei did not speak.
"You don't have the kind of life you want," Jiang Kuo said, "so you keep me out of your life, just let me go."
"I just don't want you to go through everything." Duan Feifei said.
"Want to try?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Try what?" Duan Feifei asked.
"If I've had enough, I'll tell you," Jiang Kuo said. "Anyway, if you keep stopping me like this, I can't stand it."
Duan Feifei frowned.
"Don't be so careful, I'm your boyfriend, not your responsibility," Jiang Kuo said. "We fought today because of this."
"You beat me unilaterally." Duan Feifei said.
"How is it?" Jiang Kuo smiled.
Duan Feifei took a deep breath, holding it for a while before letting it out slowly.
"Okay," Duan Feifei looked at him, "if you don't want to, tell me you don't want to."
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
In fact, they may not be able to do it. Neither of them may be able to do it, but at least there must be a conclusion. Fighting can't be in vain, and words can't be talked in vain. In any case, at least there is a direction.
In theory, this meal should be delicious, and they were indeed hungry, and they ate all the dishes, but Duan Feifei didn't have any impression after eating it.
"The rice is ready," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll have another bowl of rice."
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "Let's try the food you made."
"This is the first pot of rice I cooked in my life," Jiang Kuo entered the kitchen and took out the rice cooker, "Can this be opened directly?"
"Yes," said Duan Feifei, "this is without pressure."
"Open!" Jiang Kuo shouted.
Duan Feifei raised his hand and applauded him.
Jiang Kuo opened the lid of the pot and glanced inside: "Damn!"
Duan Feifei hurried over and looked at it. The rice can still be cooked. As long as the ratio of rice and water is correct, it will be difficult for the rice cooker to overcook it.
"Isn't it good!" Jiang Kuo was a little proud.
"Brilliant." Duan Feifei said.
"Is it a little perfunctory?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Damn it!" Duan Feifei stood up abruptly, staring at the rice in the pot.
Jiang Kuo was startled: "Why?"
"Who cooked this?" Duan Feifei looked at him, "You?"
"Ah." Jiang Kuo didn't respond.
"It's so damn good," Duan Feifei took the rice spoon, scooped a large spoonful of rice from the bowl, and slammed it into the bowl, "I can eat this rice..."
Only after turning the spoonful of rice into the bowl did he see that the rice underneath was thin.
"Three bowls." Duan Feifei insisted on finishing his words.
"What's the matter?" Jiang Kuo looked at the rice in his bowl and scooped it twice in the pot with a rice spoon. He found that the rice in the pot only looked dry on the top, but in fact it was all watery when he scooped it. "I can cook this rice and it will be smashed? I put the water according to the method written on it."
"That might be a recipe for porridge." Duan Feifei said.
"Fart." Jiang Kuo said.
"Just put a little less water," Duan Feifei said. "Different rice requires different water. The pot is probably owned by the landlord, or it may be a problem with the pot."
"What should I do?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"It's edible, it's cooked," Duan Feifei took a sip. "It can be hard when it cools down a bit. I'll cook it next time. I'll bring a pot over."
"I don't eat." Jiang Kuo put down the bowl.
"This is the first pot of rice you have cooked in your life," Duan Feifei said, "Don't you want to try it?"
"There are a lot of first things in my life," Jiang Kuo said, "You're still the first boyfriend in my life, don't you just beat him up, so let's just eat it."
Duan Feifei clicked his tongue and took a few mouthfuls of rice.
After dinner, Jiang Kuo is going to set off fireworks.
The two of them squatted in front of the bag of fireworks, picked a part, took a small bag, and went to the small square of the community together.
Although the market has already opened and many people have already started to go to work, the year is not over yet, and there are still many people setting off fireworks in the small square.
"Come to the town first." Duan Feifei took out the biggest firework and put it on the ground.
"I order." Jiang Kuo said.
"Well." Duan Feifei took out the lighter and handed it to him.
Jiang Kuo went over to light it, and when the fuse hissed and sparked and shortened, he quickly stepped back to Duan Feihan and covered his ears.
Duan Feifei glanced at him and pulled his hand away: "This is a firework, not a cannon."
"... a subconscious action." Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue and put down his hand.
This firework was recommended to Jiang Kuo by the big brother, and it was silver.
Really silvery.
Several beams of silver rays of light sprang up one after another, forming a continuous piece, like a small silver waterfall that kept flashing, followed by the second layer, which was higher than the previous ones, and the silver light was even bigger.
After the two-story silver waterfall spewed out, many children in the square gathered around and shouted excitedly.
"Fuck," Jiang Kuo said, "it's so beautiful."
After a while, several beams of silver light erupted, rushing straight to the heights, blasting a silver spark that lit up the black night sky, and the children around were cheering.
"Duan Feifei," Jiang Kuo leaned into Duan Feifei's ear, "I really, really like you."
Duan Feifei turned his head to look at him: "I really like you too."
Jiang Kuo hugged him and whispered in his ear, "I know what you're thinking, don't think too far, okay? I'm right here."
Duan Feifei's body froze slightly, but he quickly hugged him tightly.
"Okay," Duan Feifei also whispered, "I'm here too."
"Any plans for tomorrow?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Pack up a bunch of beef in sauce," Duan Feifei laughed halfway through, "you can come and help if you're bored."
"Let's talk when you get up," Jiang Kuo said, "and then what?"
"Go horseback riding," said Duan Feifei, "I'll make an appointment the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo smiled.