not easy.
From childhood to adulthood, I have heard a lot of these three fields. Many aunts, aunts, uncles and grandfathers in the market have said these three words to him.
not easy.
At the beginning, Duan Feifei didn't have much experience, and stubbornly thought that it was like saying "this child really looks like a father" when praising other people's children that they have nothing to praise or even perfunctory cuteness.
Perfunctory and vague sympathy, after all, the parents are divorced and the father is in prison, and the child will not be easy.
No one really wants to know why it's not easy and what's not easy.
And Duan Feifei also stubbornly thinks that it is not easy for him. He still has a grandmother who loves him and treats him as his own son. What's not easy? It's easy.
After many years, he slowly recovered.
All those "advantages" in the eyes of others may come from that "not easy".
He looked at President Jiang, did not speak, just lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
When President Jiang said this, he was different from many people. He didn't have too much emotion in his tone, but with a subtle affirmation, as if telling him, I know it's not easy for you.
Although for him, it has been more than ten years since his mother left home, and his father is about to be released from prison. It seems that the summary and confirmation of all of this are meaningless.
He would still feel a little warm in his heart because of President Jiang's attitude.
At this point, Jiang Kuo and President Jiang made him feel very similar, worthy of the feeling of father and son.
Of course, other aspects are not the same.
Jiang Kuo is much softer than President Jiang, perhaps because he has experienced far less things than President Jiang, and President Jiang does not have a father who is so committed to placing insiders by his side and pampering him at all times.
"Do you often come here to eat?" President Jiang asked, "I think the boss knows you well."
"Yeah," Duan Feifei smiled, "I'm familiar with this place, and basically I'm an acquaintance in any store I go to."
"Your father... Was it here before?" President Jiang asked while eating, "Yeah! This braised pork is good."
"Before Niu San Dao was made by my dad and my uncle." Duan Feifei took the spoon and put a bowl of soup in front of him. "Then it was my uncle's family."
"Then your online store," President Jiang said, "is thinking that your dad can have something to do when he comes out?"
Duan Feifei paused for his hand scooping the soup, "Yes."
"Aren't we going to do it together in the current store?" President Jiang asked again.
"My dad's character..." Duan Feifei sighed softly, "I shouldn't be willing, after all, my old uncle has taken care of this shop for years, and he also provided me with food, drinks, and school."
"Also, if he comes out, you can't let your uncle go out of your expenses anymore," President Jiang glanced at him. "Whether it's for him or yourself, you have to have income."
"Yes." Duan Feifei nodded.
President Jiang's thinking is very clear and sharp, making him a little embarrassed, who has always been fearless about chatting with people.
"Then I know why Jiang Kuo is so active in this shop." President Jiang said, "Is this braised pork their signature dish? It's very fragrant. I've been controlling my diet for a while now, and I haven't eaten such fragrant meat for a long time. "
Duan Feifei was still stuck in his first sentence, the latter sentence almost didn't respond, and he was stunned before answering: "These are their signature dishes that I ordered. His family has been open for more than ten years. Several dishes have not changed, and the old customers who come here eat this flavor."
Mr. Jiang nodded and didn't talk about this topic again, just casually chatted with him while eating, about his childhood, how the school was, interesting things in the market, and occasionally he would talk about his previous projects. Strange things happen at times.
"Jiang Kuo doesn't like to hear me say this, they both look like a bird," President Jiang sighed, "Sometimes I say a few words at the dinner table about the company and the project, and they suddenly eat very differently. serious."
Duan Feifei laughed.
"There may be pressure," he thought for a while. "Well, if you can't get along, you have to go home and inherit the pressure of a big group."
President Jiang also laughed, took a sip of soup and sighed again.
"I can't count on them," President Jiang said. "You have seen his sister. She is more ambitious than anyone at a young age, and no one can take her."
"It's cool," said Duan Feifei, "and quite independent."
"That's true, he is stronger than Jiang Kuo," President Jiang mentioned Jiang, with a satisfied smile on his face, "Jiang Kuo, you don't need him to control the company, let him go, it's a pity, I really let him do it. Well, he can't do it either, any of the assistants I bring are better than him."
Not so.
Isn't the Shang family's project just something that your assistant didn't handle neatly
Duan Feifei did not speak.
"The family has the conditions to let him mess around, and I don't want to stop him too much. I'm also angry. When I'm angry, it's just like that," President Jiang said, "So..."
President Jiang stopped.
Duan Feifei immediately became a little nervous following this pause.
President Jiang didn't come to chat with him. He seemed to be talking about things, but he would suddenly return to the topic.
"If he wants to build a store by himself, I won't care at all. He can play whenever he wants, and he has enough money for him to play. If he loses everything, he loses everything." President Jiang looked at him, "but Your situation is different, you don’t come out with money to experience the entrepreneurial life, you just want to live.”
Duan Feifei listened silently. President Jiang had already said this once, and now he mentions it again. It can be seen that President Jiang is indeed worried that Jiang Kuo will trap him with the mentality of playing tickets.
Unexpectedly, President Jiang would have the same worries as the old uncle.
Although he should thank President Jiang for actually worrying about him.
But he still couldn't hold back his snort.
It is understandable that the old uncle has no confidence in Jiang Kuo. As a biological father, President Jiang is also like this.
In fact, he himself didn't think of opening a store with Jiang Kuo at first. After Jiang Kuo took care of himself, it even made him a little embarrassed, but he never thought about it, he just didn't want Jiang Kuo to suffer extra hardships.
This tsk made President Jiang a little surprised and stopped to look at him.
"Mr. Jiang," Duan Feifei was also a little embarrassed, "then what... this roast chicken from his family is delicious, you can try it."
"Speak." Jiang said.
"What?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"Dare to say it?" President Jiang smiled.
Duan Feifei put down his chopsticks and smiled: "Thank you, President Jiang for thinking about me, but I don't think Jiang Kuo is the kind of person who doesn't take things seriously. It's right to be interested, but he still thinks about everything he wants to do. well done."
"The evaluation is so high," President Jiang also clicked his tongue, took a piece of roast chicken, and slowly finished eating before raising his eyes to look at him, "It's okay to say that, but many things, mixed with emotions, will have variables. "
Duan Feifei felt that all the hairs on his body stood up at this moment, the thick winter clothes couldn't hold them down, and the pores opened wide at the same time.
They shouted in unison: Finished—still come—
After Mr. Jiang finished saying this, he didn't bring another sentence that the roast chicken is delicious as a buffer, but just put the words in front of Duan Feifei so neatly.
Duan Feifei must answer.
And he didn't know how to answer. President Jiang's words were very clear but vague, forcing people to bump up on their own.
He had to give himself a buffer.
He calmed down and said calmly, "How can something be done without emotion?"
President Jiang leaned back and laughed.
It was quite loud, and everyone at the table next to him glanced at it.
"Good boy," President Jiang smiled and looked out the window, then turned back, "I can't take it anymore."
Duan Feifei ate two pieces of braised pork in a row to calm down.
"You don't need to be so prepared." President Jiang said.
"...No." Duan Feifei said vaguely.
"Actually, I don't plan to care so much. I'm not here to inquire about anything, let alone to make trouble." President Jiang looked at him and smiled, but his tone was very gentle and not too fast, "I'm just a little curious. , Jiang Kuo is so old, he has no two friends, and he doesn't interact with his classmates. He lives very freely and freely, but in our opinion, he is a bit lonely..."
Duan Feifei swallowed the braised pork and raised his head to look at President Jiang.
"Half a year," President Jiang raised his hand and wanted to make a gesture to indicate the second half of the year, but he couldn't find a suitable gesture for a long time with his fingers, so he gave up, "In half a year, my classmates brought people home, and the bedroom was let in, and even Allowing others to sit in the back seat of his car and still…”
This time, President Jiang found a suitable gesture and made a hug.
Duan Feifei almost didn't hold back the eyebrows he wanted to raise.
You can still see it in the rearview mirror.
"Tell me," President Jiang stopped leaning back, leaning his elbows against the table, "Am I curious? Not only is I curious, but I'm also worried."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded, looking at him leaning on the edge of the table.
"You are indeed different," President Jiang said. "It's not the same as the children I have seen with such a growth background, a very good child."
"Thank you, President Jiang." Duan Feifei said.
"It's a little too good." President Jiang said again.
Duan Feifei wanted to take back the previous sentence, but unfortunately there was no undo button.
"I don't care about Jiang Kuo's affairs," said President Jiang, "and I won't make any statement. I just hope that this store, which is mixed with emotional factors, will not become a burden on you in the future, and I hope you can grasp the direction well. Don't let Jiang Kuo screw up this store."
"I understand," Duan Feifei said, "I see."
"Why do you want to learn gardening?" President Jiang suddenly changed the subject.
"Huh?" Duan Feifei was stunned for a long time, "My aunt has a friend who can introduce her to work."
"It's that simple?" President Jiang asked, "Isn't there any other reason, hobbies and the like, just because I can have a job?"
"Yes, I don't have any... hobbies. I didn't want to go to university," Duan Feifei said, "My uncle won't let me."
"Your uncle is right," President Jiang said, "you still have to go to school."
Duan Feifei admires President Jiang's double-standard behavior.
"You need to learn some other management or something. In my company..." President Jiang looked regretful, "Then..."
"It's still... No way." Duan Feifei said.
"Huh?" President Jiang was stunned, "So direct?"
"No, President Jiang," Duan Feifei smiled, "I still know how much I weigh."
"Just say it casually," President Jiang waved his hand, "but you are not good at this. If you want to change it, people must first affirm themselves and accept themselves."
"Well." Duan Feifei nodded, hesitated for a while, then looked at President Jiang's elbow, and finally pointed, "President Jiang, the table is not very clean."
President Jiang quickly raised his arm and looked at his sleeve: "It's stained with oil, why didn't you remind me earlier."
"I didn't find an opportunity." Duan Feifei said.
President Jiang laughed: "Are you a little afraid of me?"
"Yes." Duan Feifei replied sincerely.
President Jiang sighed: "Don't be afraid, I didn't come to give you two million."
Duan Feifei paused for two seconds, then lowered his head and laughed, unable to stop.
"Don't tell Jiang Kuo about this," President Jiang said, "I didn't plan to do anything at first, just talk about me being more practical. If he finds out, it will easily lead to family conflicts."
"I know," said Duan Feifei, "I won't tell him."
This meal was not much at all, because President Jiang was controlling his diet, so he didn't eat much. When he finally left, President Jiang asked the waiter to pack it.
"Don't waste it," he said. "Take it back with you."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei responded.
Jiang Kuo never eats leftovers. If he accidentally has leftovers, he will pack them even though he doesn't eat them.
Returning to the parking lot with the leftovers, President Jiang looked at Jiang Kuo's car inside: "Is his car parked here now?"
"The school has been closed for the last semester," said Duan Feifei. "Now it's less open. There is still a roof for parking here. The school's parking lot is open-air."
"Oh," President Jiang nodded and opened the car door, "Go back, I'm leaving."
"Are you going home or..." Duan Feifei asked, in case President Jiang had to look for Jiang Kuo, he would be embarrassed to pick up Jiang Kuo right away.
"I still have something to do. The driver is still waiting for me at the hotel. I have to drive at night," President Jiang said. "I didn't come here specifically to find you."
"Mr. Jiang has worked hard." Duan Feifei said.
"I see that you've worked hard," Mr. Jiang waved his hand. "Go back quickly, don't look away, go back and eat some more, you're hungry."
Duan Feifei still insisted on watching it, but he didn't watch it for too long, and after Mr. Jiang drove out of the parking lot, he couldn't even turn around.
He didn't take the leftovers back to the store. He was completely blinded at the moment, and he really didn't want to bother to make up a story about leftovers for the old uncle and the others.
He gave the leftovers to Uncle Huang, and sat on the small stool by the door of the duty room for a while.
It was only now that he slowly regained his strength. The scene of the meal and the emotions of every minute and second began to slowly return.
He began to repeatedly recall every word of President Jiang, every word of himself.
It took at least 20 minutes to relive it again as if I was on a roller coaster... No, the complicated emotions of rushing up, down, left, right and right like flying squirrels in the forest.
Then he rubbed his face and slowly stood up.
On the mobile phone, there was the location that Jiang Kuo sent him half an hour ago. The restaurant where Tang Li treated guests was not too far away, but it was still a little distance to walk there.
He hesitated for a moment and drove over to Jiang Kuo's car.
In fact, it's okay to take a taxi or sweep a car, but now he just wants to sit in Jiang Kuo's car.
As if looking for some kind of peace of mind.
He closed the door and let out a long, soft sigh of relief.
The small compass he gave Jiang Kuo was still hanging on the air outlet. He reached out and touched it, then leaned in and smelled it. Jiang Kuo sprayed the perfume on it when he bought clothes, but now he can't smell it anymore. .
Nonsense, last semester's thing.
He smiled.
[Instructions are as follows] I am in the underground parking lot next to the hotel
Jiang Kuo looked at the news on his mobile phone and quickly clicked a few times.
[JK921]We will be there soon, waiting for the checkout
There was no other reason for Tang Li to invite guests today, but he felt that other dormitories often went out to play together, and the relationship between their dormitories should not be too loose, so he decided to take them out for a meal.
This reason made Jiang Kuo a little embarrassed. After all, he did a lot with 107 and the sophomore seniors when they went out to eat, drink and have fun.
"Thank you Tang Li today," Li Zirui rubbed his stomach. "After the Chinese New Year, I felt hungry for at least two months, especially the cafeteria was not full of oil and water. Today is cool."
"We can play more in the future," Tang Li was also very happy, "Jiang Kuo, you can also participate in more activities in our dormitory."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.
As soon as he agreed to this, when everyone wanted to walk back to school together after leaving the hotel, Jiang Kuo immediately found an excuse to leave the dormitory activities.
I'm very sorry for Tang Li's painstaking efforts, but he has already seen his boyfriend standing under a telephone pole ten meters away. The motivation for this kind of escape from the dormitory is too great.
A few people in the dormitory crossed the street, Jiang Kuo turned around, and Duan Feifei walked over slowly with a smile on his face.
"Long time no see, Xiao Duan." Jiang Kuo opened his arms.
Duan Feifei glanced in the direction where the few people left, and came over and hugged him.
"Did you come by car?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Well," Duan Feifei said, "have you been drinking?"
"I didn't drink," Jiang Kuo let go of him, and reached out to touch his face again, "Why, don't you open it?"
"I don't want to drive," Duan Feifei said, "I just want to watch you drive."
"Fuck," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "you've been numb all day today."
Duan Feifei laughed: "Is it so nauseous to be honest?"
"It's okay, I can bear it," Jiang Kuo said, "Are you a little tired?"
"Not tired," Duan Feifei touched his face, "Do you look at me like you're tired?"
"Like," Jiang Kuo pinched his chin and turned his face in the direction of the street light to look again, "looks a little tired."
It seems that President Jiang's power is still great.
"Maybe a little?" Duan Feifei said, "I've been walking for the past two days."
"Then go back." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei immediately heard something else in his words: "Do you have any plans?"
"No." Jiang Kuo said.
"I don't want to go back yet," Duan Feifei said, "Do you have any plans?"
Jiang Kuo looked at him for a while, then smiled: "Did you hear something?"
"Yes." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Did you know there's an open-air cinema here?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"I don't know," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Where is it?"
"I accidentally swiped it today. Many couples check in there. It's a romantic place to fall in love. When I look at the address, it seems to be here, just the bar street." Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone and opened it, "You don't do you know?"
"You actually want to play romance... The bar street is not far from here," Duan Feifei looked at it, "but I really don't know what kind of open-air cinema this is. There is something I don't know about this movie? Let's go!"
According to the address punched in, Jiang Kuo drove over, but soon arrived at the bar street, but after a circle, he couldn't find an open-air theater, and the point that was located was always close to inaccessible.
As a local operator, Duan Feifei kept staring at him from the co-pilot without saying a word.
Jiang Kuo parked the car on the side of the road and turned to look at him.
"Arrived?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Just stare at me for a while, we won't be there tomorrow morning." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei turned his head to look out and smiled: "Okay, let's see where this is... There's really no place for a movie theater in this movie... Wait."
Duan Feifei thought for a while: "Let's drive, I thought of a place that might be there."
Bar Street is a semi-circular street with demolished buildings and some vacant land in the middle. There will be a street market on weekends. Although Duan Feifei can't believe it, it's only there.
He circled the car halfway and pulled into the clearing from a side road.
A screen in front of them appeared in front of them.
"...Fuck," Jiang Kuo was stunned, he lowered the car window and stretched his head out to have a look, "This is really... a very standard open-air theater."
A screen, several stalls selling barbecue, and one selling fruit drinks.
In addition to the car he drove over, there were several renovated scrap cars parked beside him. Duan Feifei drove forward. When passing these cars, Jiang Kuo found that there were many people sitting on the roof of the scrap car.
It looks like it's all a pair.
The engine movement of Jiang Kuo's car is really a bit loud, Duan Feifei is already very soft, but the sound still makes many young couples turn their heads.
Then Duan Feifei saw at least four couples from their school.
"Is there our school?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Yes, half of them are." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and quickly closed the car window.
"Your car," Duan Feifei said, "it doesn't make sense to close the windows or not."
"Yes," Jiang Kuo laughed, "it's usually just the two of us in this car."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.