Tonight, their fireworks are the most arrogant in the community. They have many patterns and a long time. Compared with those played by other children, they are not on the same order of magnitude.
Not only are the fireworks arrogant, Duan Feifei is also very arrogant. This community is relatively large, so there are three venues where firecrackers and fireworks are set off.
He also recruited the children watching the fireworks, and all the children knew that his name was Duan Yingjun.
A little boy even followed them around three fields.
When Duan Feifei set off the last big fireworks, he threw it with a lighter, and then pinched and pointed at the little boy.
The little boy took a step back.
"Let's go?" Duan Feifei shouted.
The little boy nodded, but then shook his head again.
"Come here," Duan Feifei shouted again, "this is the last one today, go and let it go."
The little boy hesitated for a moment, then walked over slowly, staring at the fireworks on the ground over there.
"Will it be used?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Yes," said the little boy.
Duan Feifei put the lighter in his hand: "Go ahead."
The little boy squatted down, pressed the lighter, and lit the fuse.
Then sit there and wait.
"You have no heart." Duan Feifei stepped over in two steps, lifted him by the collar and lifted him back to his leg.
The last firework of the day was not silver, but a colorful, popular model. It shot twenty or thirty large flower balls into the sky in a row, like a small firework show.
The little boy was excited, his head swaying back and forth from bottom to top with each spark.
"Where is your home?" Duan Feifei asked him after he put off the fireworks.
The little boy bowed his head a little embarrassedly: "I don't live here."
"Where do you live?" Duan Feifei asked, "Where are your family members?"
"My grandpa wants to see the store," said the little boy, "I came here by myself, and my grandfather and I live on the back street."
"Your dad..." Jiang Kuo just said two words, when Duan Feifei flicked on his calf, so he shut up.
"Tomorrow I will set off fireworks next to the small garden," Duan Feifei said. "If you come, I will leave you three."
"Come on," said the little boy.
"Remember my name?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Duan Yingjun." The little boy replied.
"Yes." Duan Feifei nodded, "Go back, it's too late."
After the little boy ran away, Jiang Kuo looked at Duan Feifei: "Does he have no parents?"
"At least it's not normal," Duan Feifei said. "He said he lived on the back street with grandpa, not on the back street with grandpa's house. He should live with grandpa."
"Maybe the way of expressing it is different." Jiang Kuo reacted to Duan Feifei, probably thinking of his childhood.
"Not only the words, but also the eyes and the movements, I'm timid," Duan Feifei picked up the fireworks that had been set on the ground into the bag, and put his arms around Jiang Kuo, "Let's go."
"That's not necessarily true," Jiang Kuo said, "then look at you."
Duan Feifei laughed: "I have different personalities. My shell is the same, and my flesh is the same. Looking at the market situation, I am actually afraid of this and that."
"Then are you a shell or a flesh now?" Jiang Kuo asked again.
Duan Feifei glanced at him: "What do you think?"
"I think it's already mixed together," Jiang Kuo sighed, "What I saw should have flesh, but the part without the shell doesn't seem to be you."
"No one has only a shell and no flesh, only a flesh without a shell," Duan Feifei said with a smile, "You also have a shell and a flesh."
It's just transparent.
"Go buy an ice cream." Jiang Kuo said when he was halfway back, "I want to eat ice cream."
"Isn't there one left over in the refrigerator?" Duan Feifei remembered after saying, "Oh, you don't eat the leftovers."
"I didn't eat it, I scooped it with a spoon," Jiang Kuo said, "but it is indeed the rest."
"Never mind the problem of eating, but also the problem of eating ice cream," Duan Feifei tutted, "Let's go, buy another one, and buy a small one."
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "if you want to pass the pharmacy, buy some kind of rubbing sticker, the one on your face is so hurt."
"No," Duan Feifei touched, "stay for a few days."
"What about picking things up?" Jiang Kuo squinted at him, "Let the old man see it and say it was me."
Duan Feifei laughed: "He can't believe it."
"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Who! Can punch Duan Feifei in the face!" Duan Feifei said.
"How did the school nursing hero come from," Jiang Kuo said, "people can not only punch you in the face, but also chop you around in circles."
"Don't mention this shit," Duan Feifei said, "It's hard for me to deal with Lu Hao again."
"There's me." Jiang Kuo patted him on the back, "When does he irritate me again, punch him in the face too."
"Farewell," Duan Feifei said, "This face-smashing treatment is my exclusive."
Jiang Kuo sighed.
When passing the pharmacy, Jiang Kuo seemed to remember something and stopped.
"What's wrong?" Duan Feifei asked.
"My..." Jiang Kuo looked into the pharmacy.
"Which one are you?" Duan Feifei already understood what he wanted to say, but he was still a little embarrassed to talk about such issues at the door of the pharmacy.
"I bought it that day, have you packed it up?" Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't see it, didn't you throw it away?"
"What did you buy?" Duan Feifei took his shoulder and walked forward.
"Labor tools." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing: "Is it a broom? Or a rag?"
"Okay, I'll use the broom tonight." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"Hey, hey," Duan Feifei shook his shoulder, "I can't hold it."
"You may not be able to carry it without a broom." Jiang Kuo said.
"Huh." Duan Feifei said.
Then they both fell silent at the same time.
After a while, Jiang Kuo said, "Why are you silent?"
"I think too much." Duan Feifei bent over and tugged at his pants in his jacket pocket.
Jiang Kuo let out a happy voice: "A person who is about to be cleaned up, can still be so excited."
"Isn't that the one that hasn't been cleaned up," Duan Feifei said, "I am full of scenes of me cleaning you up."
Jiang Kuo glanced at him.
"Aren't you pulling your pants?" Duan Feifei asked.
"The sweatpants I'm wearing." Jiang Kuo said, "Loose fit."
The shops on the street are already open, and there are many choices of ice cream, but Jiang Kuo is indeed very picky. There are no ice creams that he likes in the three supermarkets, and finally he just picked up a three-color cup.
"That's it?" Duan Feifei said, "You don't need to leave for this community, okay?"
"I took it after turning around and couldn't pick it out." Jiang Kuo said.
"Take this," Duan Feifei took out a Haagen-Dazs, "the small supermarket in this community doesn't have it."
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "do you eat?"
"Don't eat," Duan Feifei said, "I respect winter."
"...Okay." Jiang Kuo said.
After leaving the supermarket, Jiang Kuo started to eat ice cream. When he returned to the community, the ice cream had already been eaten. He touched his stomach: "My belly is all ice."
"I'll touch it." Duan Feifei reached into Jiang Kuo's clothes and tapped it quickly, "Are your hands cold?"
"It's hot." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei touched his stomach: "Fuck, it's really cold, you'll have a stomachache in a while."
"Not so squeamish." Jiang Kuo rubbed his stomach, "I could finish a bucket of ice cream by myself when I was a kid, no shit."
"When I was a child, I could eat two catties of soy sauce beef." Duan Feifei said.
"...I'm hungry." Jiang Kuo said.
"Eat me later." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo turned his head sharply.
Duan Feifei was puzzled. He didn't know how to say such a sentence. It was too late to blush. He looked at Jiang Kuo and said, "I may have had a blast."
Jiang Kuo couldn't stop laughing, and he was happy for a while while waiting for the elevator.
When the aunt downstairs came in from the outside and stood behind them and was waiting for the elevator, Jiang Kuo was still laughing. He glanced back and was amused for a while.
"Crazy," said the aunt, "if you two go crazy today, the police will come!"
"We will dismantle the bed in a while." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.
When he entered the room, Duan Feifei hadn't even changed his shoes. Jiang Kuo had already thrown off his shoes and took off his jacket, and turned around in the room, "Where's the stuff?"
"In the drawer under the coffee table." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo opened the drawer, took something, rushed over and hugged him: "Xiao Duan."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei kissed him on the lips, threw the coat in his hand onto the sofa, and touched his waist.
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, kissed him, and the two slowly walked towards the bedroom.
The bed should still be quite sturdy, Jiang Kuo shoved him onto the bed and jumped up and over him, then raised his hand and tore off his clothes, the bed only made a creaking sound, and there was no more nonsense.
"Duan Feihan." Jiang Kuo pressed against his ear, his voice was low and his skin was hot.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei tilted his head and kissed his earlobe.
Jiang Kuo didn't say a word, but only took two seconds to breathe before continuing.
"Are your ears itchy again?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo's hair brushed lightly across his face in the interlaced breaths, "almost hemiplegia."
Duan Feifei smiled, and when Jiang Kuo's hand touched him, the laughter stopped.
The moonlight tonight is very good, like the fireworks they put on the small square, the silver glittering coolness is wrapped in warmth by the indoor temperature, the breathing overlaps with the sound of the wind blowing from time to time outside the window, bringing out a majestic momentum. .
It was indeed a fierce battle. bed thought.
Can't hear what they are saying.
They were supposed to be talking, grunting, but couldn't hear them because of the pillows and the quilt.
Painful and happy.
The weight of two people can be supported by a bed, but it cannot be shaken all the time, and the old bed will be a little hard.
For a while, there was some time to rest, although it was very brief.
At least it can survive until the end of the battle.
"Go down." Duan Feifei leaned on the pillow, tilted his head, and whispered.
"I don't want to move." Jiang Kuo rested his chin on his shoulder and closed his eyes.
"It's been a long time since I've moved, isn't it bad?" Duan Feifei said, "You're not light, Uncle Kuo."
"Ah..." Jiang Kuo slowly turned over reluctantly, pulled a pillow from the side and put it on it, turned to look at Duan Feihan, "How is it?"
"... No, do I still have to express my opinion on this matter?" Duan Feifei said.
"Well," Jiang Kuo rubbed against him, the bed made a series of creaking noises, and he sighed, "This bed is not good, it just feels bad for a while?"
"You are too fierce." Duan Feifei smiled.
"Continue." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's too violent," Duan Feifei said, "it hurts."
Jiang Kuo looked at him and waited for a while before shouting, "Is it gone?"
"Fantastic." Duan Feifei squeezed his chin, "Master Xingchuiping Ye Kuo is awesome."
"How much does it hurt..." Jiang Kuo was a little embarrassed when he said that, and cleared his throat, "It's a little bit, but..."
"But very happy." Duan Feifei said.
"Well." Jiang Kuo sniffed and looked at him, "You have a nice voice."
"What?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Just when..." Jiang Kuo said, "it sounds great."
"Fuck," Duan Feifei pressed his face into the pillow, his voice muffled, "You really don't know what it means to be embarrassed."
Jiang Kuo smiled happily: "That's not good, it's still worse than you, at least I'm embarrassed to knock on the door in the corridor and let people come to eat sauce beef."
"Can these two be compared?" Duan Feifei touched his waist and pinched it.
"Yes, it's just the two of us now," Jiang Kuo said, "beef in sauce is the one in the dormitory on the first floor."
Duan Feifei laughed for a long time, then turned his head and sighed, "I'm going to take a shower."
"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.
"You clean up." Duan Feifei said.
"What to pack?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Place the pillows and fold the quilt, the sheets are torn, and if they become dirty, replace them..." Duan Feifei got up and got out of bed, grabbing a piece of clothing and tying it around his waist.
"Is it necessary to be so... reserved?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"The curtains in the living room are open, brother." Duan Feifei said.
"Oh." Jiang Kuo yawned while lying on the bed, "I don't want to clean up."
"At that moment, I dragged my broken body to clean up." Duan Feifei walked out of the bedroom.
Before halfway to the living room, I heard Jiang Kuo speak in the bedroom: "Get me a cup first..."
Then there was a bang.
Jiang Kuo's voice disappeared instantly.
When Duan Feifei rushed back to the bedroom, he could not take care of the clothes tied around his waist. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw that the bed was crooked. Half of the mattress on the side of the bed was sunk in the bed, and Jiang Kuo propped up the bed with his hands He looked at him with a shocked look on his face.
"How did you do this?" Duan Feifei hurried over and pulled him out of bed.
"I turned over!" Jiang Kuo stared at the half-collapsed bed in front of him, "I really turned over!"
"This bed... It should be a little old, but..." Duan Feifei patted Jiang Kuo on the shoulder, "Amazing, Jiang Xiaokuo."
"Fuck," Jiang Kuo walked back and forth by the bed twice, "what should I do?"
"It should be that the beam in the middle is loose or broken," Duan Feifei said. "It can be repaired if there is nothing wrong. You put on your clothes first."
"Why?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Count down to a few dozen," Duan Feifei also casually took a piece of Jiang Kuo's nightgown and put it on, "The downstairs is going to knock on the door and scold people. If she doesn't come, the police will come."
"Did the police force her to waste so much!" Jiang Kuo walked to the toilet, "I'm too lazy to wear it, I'll go hide for a while."
"So she might also come by herself." Duan Feifei watched him as he walked naked through the living room with no curtains drawn and the lights on.
As soon as I went over to draw the curtains, the door was banged with a bang.
Duan Feifei opened the door, and Jiang Kuo closed the door in the bathroom and turned on the nozzle, and he could still hear Aunt's voice. He was very angry, and felt that they were deliberately angry with her.
It is indeed very similar, after all, he also said that the bed would be dismantled.
Gee.
Only Duan Feifei can handle this kind of situation. If it were him, he wouldn't even be able to open the door. Duan Feifei would not only open the door, but also chatted with her aunt in a hurry despite her scolding.
When Jiang Kuo came out of the shower, the aunt had already left.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "Auntie said that the wooden square below was broken. There is a small furniture store at the back door of the community. You can go there to find a wooden square to replace."
"...How is this done?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Let's chat," Duan Feifei entered the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower, you don't have to tidy up the bed, take out the mattress later and sleep on the mattress tonight."
"Did you let her into the bedroom?" Jiang Kuo stuck his head into the bathroom.
"No, how can it be," Duan Feifei said, "the condoms are still on the ground."
"...I'll clean up." Jiang Kuo closed the door.
After sleeping in a quadruple room without air conditioning at school, Jiang Kuo experienced the first time in his life that he slept on a mattress directly on the ground. After the lights were turned off, it was no different from when the bed had legs.
And I don't know if it feels very solid and there is no sound, and he also feels that he is sleeping very soundly.
Of course, it may also be that the work is too hard.
When Duan Feifei woke up in the morning, he didn't wake up, and when Duan Feifei woke him up and told him that he was going to get back to Niu San Dao first, he almost got angry, and then he remembered that this was his request.
"Can you still work?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"...Yes," Duan Feifei felt helpless, "Why don't you ask me if I can still ride a horse?"
"Can you still ride a horse?" Jiang Kuo asked again.
"Go to sleep." Duan Feifei patted his face.
Jiang Kuo slept until after noon before getting up. There was some extraordinary news on his mobile phone, asking him what he had for lunch, asking him if he was up, and finally calling him if he was hungry.
Jiang Kuo didn't make a phone call and drove directly to the market.
When he was about to get to Niu Sandao, someone called him from behind: "Jiang Kuo!"
He turned around and saw Ding Zhe behind him: "Why are you here?"
"Shouldn't I ask you?" Ding Zhe said, "I thought I read it wrong. As soon as I crossed the street, I saw a green swish and entered the gate."
"I'm coming..." Jiang Kuo couldn't think of a suitable reason for a while.
"I'm here to eat too," Ding Zhe said, shaking the bag he was holding in front of him, "Barbecue, have you ever eaten barbecue at his house?"
"No." Jiang Kuo said.
"Yijue," Ding Zhe patted his arm, "go."
The delivery car was parked in the back aisle, and Duan Feifei was putting the packaged beef in sauce on the car with his little brother.
Seeing the door where Jiang Kuo and Ding Zhe entered together, he was stunned: "Come on."
"Auntie—" Ding Zhe went to the kitchen, "I brought meat here—barbecue—"
"What should I do," Jiang Kuo quickly approached Duan Feifei, "Should I go buy a bottle of wine?"
"It's not that particular," Duan Feifei smiled. "What he buys is what he likes, so don't worry about it."
"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded, standing beside him, watching Duan Feifei work.
After a while, Ding Zhe came out, picked up a box and started helping to put it in the car.
Gee.
It's not that Jiang Kuo didn't want to help, but Duan Feifei and the courier brother cooperated closely, and he couldn't get in.
But after seeing Ding Zhe join in so smoothly and naturally, he was a little unhappy.
The old aunt came out, looked left and right, and beckoned to Jiang Kuo: "Jiang Kuo, go and buy a bottle of soy sauce for me, it's at the small shop in front of me, I'll be waiting for it."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo immediately turned around and left.
"Give you the money!" the old aunt shouted.
"Yes!" Jiang Kuo said.
"I'll give it to him." Duan Feifei said.
There are many kinds of soy sauce. When Jiang Kuo stood at the door and asked the boss if he had soy sauce, the boss pointed back. There was a shelf behind, and soy sauce was placed on both floors.
"Get me a bottle." Jiang Kuo said.
"Go in and pick." The boss said.
"I don't understand either," Jiang Kuo said. "Just help me get a bottle."
"You go in and pick the expensive one," the boss said. "Bring it over and pay the bill."
Jiang Kuo felt that the boss was a little inexplicable, but he still pressed the fire into the store, took a bottle from the shelf that looked more beautiful, returned to the door and put the bottle in front of the boss: "Checkout."
"Is your phone still there?" the boss asked in a low voice.
Jiang Kuo looked at him, put his hand in his pocket, and was stunned: "My phone..."
"It was stolen," the boss frowned and suppressed his voice, "Just let you in and let you in, but you won't!"
"Which way are you going?" Jiang Kuo asked, "What clothes are you wearing!"
The boss glanced to the left: "Blue, stop chasing, they have a group of people."
Jiang Kuo didn't care about anything else, turned around and chased to the left. Losing the phone is no big deal, but there are still photos and videos in the phone that have not been automatically backed up.
But after chasing to the left, I didn't see anyone wearing blue clothes at the door of Niu Sandao.
"Where's the soy sauce?" Duan Feifei estimated that he had finished moving the goods and was standing at the door.
"My phone was stolen," Jiang Kuo felt his throat tighten. "The photos and videos are not backed up..."
"What's the matter?" Ding Zhe came out chewing the sauce beef.
Duan Feifei took a sharpening stick from under the desk: "I'll get it, I know who it is."