San Fu

Chapter 81

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"What? Where to go?" Ding Zhe asked, no matter what was going on, he first touched under the desk, but he didn't touch anything else, and found a broken chain of the lock knife, less than a foot. long.

He wrapped the chain around his hand and walked out after Duan Feifei.

"Where can I find it?" Jiang Kuo looked at the frame, too late to think about it, and hurriedly looked under the desk.

But this is not the arsenal below. After Duan Feifei and Ding Zhe touched it once, there were only a few folded rags, two knives tied to iron chains, and a box of change.

He had to follow with his bare hands.

"Where was it stolen?" Duan Feifei glanced at him, "Have you seen anyone?"

"The shop that bought the soy sauce," Jiang Kuo said, "the boss said it was blue clothes, so I didn't chase after him. He said they had a group of people. He wanted to remind me, but I didn't understand."

"That's it," Duan Feifei tilted his head and walked over to the live poultry section of the market, "It's those people."

Jiang Kuo had never been stolen. The last time he was slashed on his leg by someone stealing a mobile phone on the top of the mountain on New Year's Eve was the first time. This kind of mobile phone being stolen in a lively market was something he had not considered at all.

"Aren't you going to call the police?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"They're all children," Ding Zhe said. "It's useless if you call the police and let them go after you educate them. The police can't do anything about it. Otherwise, why wouldn't the boss dare to remind you directly and come to harass you every day, I can't stand it. "

"Call the police and wait for the police to come," Duan Feifei said. "The mobile phone doesn't know where it has been transferred. The first thing they get is to turn off the card, remove the card, and then sell the stolen goods."

"You know those thieves? How do you get your phone back?" Jiang Kuo looked at the things in his and Ding Zhe's hands.

"Hit them until they hand it over!" Ding Zhe gritted his teeth.

Duan Feifei glanced at Ding Zhe: "Don't make it sound like you are capable."

Ding Zhe snorted.

In fact, if it weren't for the photos and videos in the phone, the phone would have been lost if it was lost. Anyway, the broken part has always been annoying, and it's normal to change the phone.

But those photos and videos are all of him and Duan Feihan, and there are many interesting scenes he recorded after he came to school here, eating barbecue together at big food stalls, eating malatang in Xiaopo restaurant, and even He has videos of queuing up to buy meals in the school cafeteria.

These are the records of his new life, and in some senses even the whole process of his relationship.

Although he never thought he'd deal with thieves, he still wanted to get his phone back in this... door-to-door way.

The market is very big. Duan Feifei took him around before, but they were basically in the two or three areas of Niu Sandao. He only now knew that after passing through the live poultry area, there was still a large area of aquatic products, as well as some shops selling Around the market, there are various baskets, bags, ropes, knives and chains for vegetables...

On the market side, the structure is completely different from that on the side of the street. There is no pavement along the street, and there is no gate, but directly sees a wasteland.

It can't be called a wasteland, it's more like a construction site that has stopped work. There are many cars, large and small trucks, tricycles, and many small sheds. There are several sheds for collecting waste.

"I always came here to play when I was young," Duan Feifei said. "It was more chaotic back then, like an adventure."

Jiang Kuo didn't know what to say. He saw a few children playing wildly on the brick pile next to him. Their clothes were covered in dirt and ashes, and their faces and hands were red with cold.

"Is that so?" Ding Zhe asked for Jiang Kuo.

"It's not that bad," Duan Feifei said. "These children are from the junkyard, and usually no one cares."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and suddenly understood why Duan Feifei was so reluctant to let himself touch his life. Apart from the complicated and trivial daily life of Niu Sandao, probably because it was so deep, he might touch it. side.

Duan Feifei turned into the back of a few sheds, a half-stacked brick wall and an alleyway between an old house, and at the end was still a small house that had been purchased for scraps.

"Fuck," Ding Zhe stepped on a brick and slipped, "I've never been to this place before."

"The site in the village before." Duan Feifei walked over to the small house in front.

Suddenly someone came in from outside the low wall next to it.

He is a skinny and half-old boy. Judging by his height, he is estimated to be in elementary school, but by looking at his face, he can see that he can be a little bigger.

After the skinny boy turned in, he saw the three of them when he turned around. He didn't know if he had rich work experience. He climbed back onto the brick wall almost as soon as he turned his head, ready to turn out again.

Duan Feifei rushed over and grabbed his shoulder and lifted him back to the ground.

The skinny boy struggled to run, but the sharpening stick in Duan Feifei's hand swiped directly on his leg.

"Ah—" the skinny boy shouted.

Immediately, several children of the same age came out of the waste station. They were as thin as skinny children, and their heights were a little uneven, ranging from Jiang Kuo's chest to his level.

Jiang Kuo saw at a glance the blue coat one of the children was wearing.

But at the same time, some don't know what to do. These children look like refugees.

However, the child obviously did not have the same hesitation as him. Maybe it was because of the large number of people and because he was on his own territory. When he saw the three of them, he didn't have the slightest fear of being approached as thieves. Going forward to meet him, it seemed that he wanted to rescue the skinny boy who was being held by Duan Feifei.

"Take out the phone just now." Duan Feifei looked at them, his voice was obviously different from usual, with a bit of arrogance and indifference.

"What cell phone!" said a middle-aged boy in the middle who was not too thin. "I don't know! Let him go! Otherwise, you won't want to leave!"

"I won't leave even if you beg me to leave," Duan Feifei said. "Don't give me the phone. Today the shed is torn down for you. If you stay here for a day, I will beat you up for a day."

"Where are you from?" Middle boy asked Duan Feifei after staring at him for a long time.

"Mobile phone!" Duan Feifei suddenly shouted.

A few children were startled and suddenly took a defensive posture. Only the middle child was more calm and just stared.

"I see!" The second skinny boy next to the middle boy pointed at Duan Feifan, "He's from Niu San Dao, the nephew of Duan Lao San."

"Oh, that bastard," said the middle boy.

Jiang Kuo was shocked. A small thief leader said that Duan Feifei, a hero of the university nursing school, was a gangster.

"I don't care who you are!" The middle boy suddenly roared.

Before the last word could be shouted, he had already rushed out, followed by a few skinny kids.

Duan Feifei moved almost at the same time as the middle boy. The thin boy in his hand was thrown forward by the collar, and staggered into the person next to the middle boy.

When the middle boy was dodging sideways, Duan Feifei had already rushed in front of him, raised his hand and smashed it down.

Hearing a bang, the pointed iron block in the middle boy's hand was smashed to the ground by the sharpening stick.

"Mobile phone!" Duan Feifei grabbed the middle boy and swiped his stick at his thigh again.

Ding Zhe had already rushed over without saying a word, and his hand wrapped in iron chain slammed twice on the shoulder of the skinny boy who was already in front of him.

Jiang Kuo originally wanted to pick up a brick, but someone was already behind Duan Feifei, he gave up his weapon, and he kicked the person in the past, and he kicked the person to the side and fell to the ground.

"Bring the phone," Duan Feifei grabbed the middle boy and threw it to the ground, hitting the middle boy with another kick at the leg, "You still!"

"Not worthy!" Duan Feifei slapped his hand with another stick, and then slapped another stick on his other leg, "Follow me!"

"Criminal!" Duan Feifei moved quickly, and the force of the sharpening stick was not too strong, but it was enough to make a person with little flesh on his body shrank and hide in pain.

Jiang Kuo chopped off a brick that was in the hand of a child who rushed to his side, grabbed his arm and threw it aside, and then saw another child raised his hand and threw half a brick at Ding Zhe's head. When he passed by, he couldn't stop it at all.

He really didn't expect such a half-year-old child to be so cruel.

Fortunately, the head was not accurate, and the brick fell to the ground half an arm away from Ding Zhe, but Jiang Kuo was still startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Fuck you uncle!" Ding Zhe was also taken aback and jumped at him with a kick.

Duan Feifei bent over and grabbed the clothes on the middle boy's chest, dragged him to the waste shed in front, the middle boy struggled to stand up, but Duan Feifei walked very fast, took a few steps and swung the middle boy. The child was thrown into the shed.

"People!" Duan Feifei shouted at the shed, "Bring out the cell phone to Lao Tzu."

Jiang Kuo didn't know who he was yelling at, but he immediately guarded him with Ding Zhe. A few children surrounded them. At this time, the disparity in combat power had already been revealed. They no longer rushed forward, but only from time to time. Pounced for a kick or a punch.

Jiang Kuo had already swung out three of them, and felt that his hands were a little sticky, all of which were stains on their clothes.

"Bring it here!" Duan Feifei kicked the doorpost of the shed next to him, and the entire shed swayed with his kick.

"Give it to him." Someone said inside.

The voice was not high, but Jiang Kuo could hear the voice of a middle-aged man.

The middle boy walked out slowly, clutching his arms, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and anger, staring at Duan Feifei, and slowly handed over a mobile phone in his hand.

Duan Feifei took a look at his phone and stared at him: "Ka."

The middle boy slowly turned around, and when he came out again, he raised his hand and threw the small card at Duan Feifei.

Duan Feifei took the card and handed back the phone and card to Jiang Kuo: "Look at it."

Jiang Kuo took the phone, and it was his own: "Yes."

"Don't let me fucking let me see you guys running around with Niu Sandao again," Duan Feifei said calmly, "If you see it once and say it once, it's your fucking you."

"What the hell are you!" The middle boy said fiercely.

"It's your father." Duan Feifei looked at him, "You give me another ruthless try."

The sound of someone kicking something in the house.

The middle child did not speak any more, and his eyelids drooped.

"Go." Duan Feifei turned around and lightly touched Jiang Kuo's shoulder.

Jiang Kuo and Ding Zhe also turned around and left in the direction they were going in.

"Will there be a sneak attack?" Ding Zhe asked, "Fuck, these kids are too dark!"

"I'm afraid of attacking you and look back." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo was about to look back, but Ding Zhe bumped into him and suppressed his voice: "This time, look back and lose your momentum!"

"Being smashed with a brick on the back of the head is very imposing, right!" Jiang Kuo looked back after saying that.

Several children are still in place, looking over here.

"I won't come with you," Duan Feifei said. "It's not worth it for a cell phone, children don't understand, their boss won't cause this trouble."

"Who's inside?" Ding Zhe asked.

"A waste collector," Duan Feifei said, "a very simple and honest uncle, you may have seen him before, often collecting cardboard boxes in the parking lot."

"Fuck." Ding Zhe was shocked.

Jiang Kuo was also shocked, which made his mind buzz.

He had never experienced such a fight before, nor even imagined that a group of half-old children dared to greet people with iron pieces and bricks they picked up after stealing.

Their fighting power is not strong, basically they can kick one with one foot, and one can swing out with one arm.

But this fight is... disgusting.

I feel very uncomfortable.

When he returned to Niu Sandao, the first thing Jiang Kuo did was to wash his hands.

Rub with detergent for half a day.

"Where did you go?" The old aunt came in and asked.

"Take the phone." Duan Feifei replied very briefly.

"Whose cell phone?" The old uncle also came over, "Where did you get it?"

"Jiang Kuo's cell phone was touched when he bought soy sauce," Ding Zhe said, "We went to the waste station in the back to come back."

The old man was silent for a while without speaking.

"Have you done it yet?" The old aunt frowned, "Those people are not easy to mess with."

"I just yelled twice," Duan Feifei said, "Old Pumpkin was in the house, so I asked him to return the phone."

"Just take it back," the old uncle said, "that person should still have less contact."

"Well." Duan Feifei said.

The old uncle looked at his face: "You hurt your aunt and said it was a bicycle fall?"

Jiang Kuo suddenly became nervous when he heard this.

"Well," Duan Feifei sighed, "I was on the sidewalk, and the ice slipped and I fell and bit the shit."

Ding Zhe laughed loudly on the side.

"You..." The old man stopped halfway through and sighed, "It's just the winter break, you said you've been hurt twice, and went to the old pumpkin again..."

The old uncle turned his head to look at Ding Zhe, and then looked at Jiang Kuo: "I have something to tell my family..."

"What could be wrong?" Ding Zhe waved his hand indifferently.

Jiang Kuo was a little embarrassed: "This is my phone today..."

"Hey, I don't blame you for this, that's not what the old man meant," the old man patted his arm, "No one of those kids can do anything, just catch them, let them go, secretly catch them again, don't put your phone outside. In your pocket, put it in your inner pocket, you know?"

"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Okay, okay," the old aunt drove them out. "Don't stick around here. Do you want to barbecue? I'll get you an oven."

"Soy sauce..." Jiang Kuo remembered that he had not bought soy sauce yet.

"I just asked the next door for some, don't worry, I'll talk about it later." The old aunt said.

"I'll go buy it now," Jiang Kuo whispered to Duan Feifei, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Well," Duan Feifei responded, "Ding Zhe, look at the front, I'll buy wine!"

"Get some yellow bars," Ding Zhe shouted in front, "Uncle, how about the yellow wine?"

"Okay!" said the uncle, "I haven't had a drink for a long time. I'll look for my wine warmer."

"Go." Duan Feifei patted Jiang Kuo's back lightly.

After walking out of Niu San Dao, Duan Feifei did not go directly to buy soy sauce and wine, but took Jiang Kuo out of the market and stood on the side of the street.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"It's alright," Jiang Kuo let out a sigh of relief, "it's just a little scary, that kid smashed bricks at Ding Zhe's head, and if he hit it, he'd be dizzy."

"Look at the photos and videos?" Duan Feifei said.

"It's all there, I just watched it," Jiang Kuo said, "It should be turned off directly, and I haven't touched the inside."

"What photos and videos are so important?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I just remembered to ask now?" Jiang Kuo smiled.

"I didn't even bother to ask. Later, when Old Pumpkin turned to Digital Street, I couldn't find my phone." Duan Feifei said.

"That's it..." Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album, slowly swiping up, "It's mostly about the past six months. I didn't take many photos before, so I'm not used to backup."

"Is it just for these photos?" Duan Feifei took a closer look and laughed, "Isn't it just a random shot every day?"

"Well, it's just a daily routine," Jiang Kuo said, "I sometimes look through the records of my life for the past six months, which is almost like reading a diary."

Duan Feifei did not speak and looked at him.

"Do you keep a diary?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Don't write," Duan Feifei said, "Who is a serious person who writes a diary?"

Jiang Kuo was amused for a while, and nodded for a long time: "I don't write it, mainly because there seems to be nothing to write down."

"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.

"But in fact, we will forget a lot of things. Sometimes when we see something, we will remember one thing. If there is no such thing, some things will never be remembered again," Jiang Kuo looked at him , "I used to think that I couldn't remember it, and it wasn't particularly important."

"I don't want to forget it now." Duan Feifei said.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo said, "I am especially afraid that some things will be forgotten, and there is nothing that reminds me of them, these photos and videos are."

Duan Feifei stretched out his arms and hugged him: "Understood."

"Have you always liked taking pictures?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I feel like you took a lot of pictures when you went out to play."

"It used to be average," Duan Feifei said, "The sauced beef is ready, the top beef is here, take a pat."

Jiang Kuo smiled and said nothing.

"I really took a lot of pictures when I went out to play," Duan Feifei said. "It's the first time I played like this."

"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.

"You're still here." Duan Feifei said.

"I have to back up all these photos at night, one for the computer and one for the cloud." Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, and back up all mine." Duan Feifei said.

"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I'm going to buy a wooden square repair bed." Duan Feifei said.

"Damn." Jiang Kuo laughed.

I bought rice wine at the smoking hotel next door, and they went back to the market. Jiang Kuo now looks at the people coming and going, and has a different feeling.

The soy sauce was still bought at the previous store. When Duan Feifei walked into the store, the boss greeted him and was stunned when he saw Jiang Kuo: "Feifei, is this your friend?"

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "Thank you just now."

"Hey, thank you, I don't dare to remind it too clearly, I'm afraid that kid will find out," the boss looked at them, "the phone..."

"Take it back." Duan Feifei said.

"That's it," the boss knocked on the counter and tutted Jiang Kuo twice, "If anyone in this market is stolen and can get it back, it's Duan Lao San and Duan Feifei. By the way, the second child is here. If you can get it back, the second child is even more powerful, and Duan Feifei will follow his father.”

Jiang Kuo smiled: "Is it so awesome?"

"This kid has suddenly changed his temper over the years," the boss pointed at Duan Feifei and said with a smile, "It wasn't like this before, he has a knife all over his body since he was a child."

"How much!" Duan Feifei put the soy sauce in front of the boss.

"Send it to you," the boss waved his hand, "today it's your breath."

"Then I'm welcome." Duan Feifei said.

"You're welcome," said the boss, his expression suddenly turned sad, "I don't know how long it will take to demolish and relocate, and these old neighbors may not be able to see it in the future. What is soy sauce, what else is missing, take it away together ."

When walking back, Duan Feifei put his arm on Jiang Kuo's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Not all markets are like this. This market is too old and the location is relatively remote, so it's a bit messy."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"Don't be afraid." Duan Feifei said again.

"Fuck," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Is this comforting me?"

"I'm afraid you may misunderstand the market," Duan Feifei said. "After all, I still want to open a store. What if I'm scared away?"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, he stretched out his hand and hugged Duan Feifei's waist.