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Jiang Kuo's holiday was full of fun, music, and wealth, and the world, singing and dancing were all the time. He didn't have a meal with Fan Jiabao.

No matter how many people there are in those gatherings, he can be distracted as soon as he lets go. If someone who doesn't understand him comes and says a few words, he will be driven away by his "stigmatizing" attitude.

Fan Jiabao is different from these gatherings. Jiang Kuo feels that he can easily challenge a twenty-person party with one person. Not only do he talk a lot, but he also has the kind of aura of "I like you and you are my relatives."

In this state, only the little social prince Duan Feifan can handle it easily.

Jiang Kuo sat aside and just kept eating and drinking.

This feeling is inexplicably comfortable and relaxed.

When Duan Feifan relaxes and doesn’t need to pay attention to whether he is unhappy, uncomfortable, tired, or annoyed, he will have the feeling.

During a meal, they were forced to sign a reluctant treaty with Fan Jiabao. Fan Jiabao helped them contact the people from the TV program. When they were filming promotional video materials, they invited Fan Jiabao to appear. They worked with their uncle and aunt as the chef for making beef and meat sauce. Niu Sandaofang, who used to play guest roles in the background.

"Are you sure the TV station can be contacted, right?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You ask like scolding me," said Fan Jiabao. "Don't think that nouveau riche will brag..."

"It's really not." Jiang Kuo said. "I'll tell you the truth that the producer of that column is my neighbor's residence. I don't have any treacherous curves," said Fan Jiabao, "The kind I met every day before the demolition."

"That's fine." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Damn," Fan Jiabao looked at Duan Feifan, "It's just like an interview if you're fucking good."

"If you don't say it, you will know what kind of person he is if you listen to me for a few words?" Duan Feifan said with a smile. "If you brag, just say it."

"I'm not bragging either. I can almost know the general direction," Fan Jiabao glanced at Jiang Kuo. "Mainly, I didn't expect his symptoms to be so serious..."

"Talk the serious business." Jiang Kuo pulled him back from the way he was off the road.

"It's definitely okay to go to this column. If the materials are prepared, they will be broadcasted today next week," said Fan Jiabao.

"Okay," said Jiang Kuo, "After the matter is done, Duan Feifan will ask you to have a good meal."

"He can't do it. He drinks a can of beer all night and steals cans under someone else's feet as his own." Fan Jiabao said.

Jiang Kuo smiled and glanced at Duan Feifan.

"More than one can." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo wanted to laugh even more, and finally he sighed: "I'll take you some time next time if I'm not that busy, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Hey, right!" Fan Jiabao nodded, "You didn't show your strength today."

After dinner, the flower armed guys called by Fan Jiabao were already waiting at the entrance of the farmhouse and drove a business car to take them back.

"Your car key." Fan Jiabao gave his motorcycle key to a flower arm and turned his head to Jiang Kuo and reached out, "Don't worry, they often drive my car, don't worry about your car."

"Don't worry about this." Jiang Kuo smiled.

Duan Feifan gave the car key to Fan Jiabao, and Fan Jiabao handed the key to another elder brother.

After the handover ceremony of passing the car keys with a fancy drum beater, everyone got on the car together.

After getting on the bus, Fan Jiabao didn't talk so much. He probably said he was tired, so he lay on the chair and fell asleep shortly after a while.

Jiang Kuo was so sleepy that he was so thrusting by his even breathing. He was a little sleepy and bumped his head forward several times.

He rubbed his face, turned his head to look at Duan Feifan, and found that Duan Feifan was happy at him.

"Is it contagious?" Duan Feifan asked with a smile.

"It's so helpful for him to sleep," Jiang Kuo sighed.

"It's just 9:30 now." Duan Feifan said.

"By the way, are you still in the store?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Uncle is still here today," Duan Feifan said, "The old aunt has already gone home to live, and the things here are almost finished moving."

"Where is the one in your room?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice.

"It's not finished," Duan Feifan also whispered, "I took all the clothes and other things over, and there are some small things, and I'll ask someone to move the furniture to help me downstairs tomorrow, and then... I can't live here."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything anymore and sighed softly.

Fan Jiabao's car took them to the market entrance, then put Jiang Kuo's car in the parking lot, and then continued to find a place to have fun with a few brothers.

Jiang Kuo stood outside the market gate and looked up: "I found... guess what I found?"

"You found out that you only knew that this market had a name today." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo raised his head and smiled: "Yes, it's so smart... Dongbianqiao Market, I have never looked up at the sign above."

"Do you know what the new market is called?" Duan Feifan asked.

"I don't know, I haven't even entered through the main entrance. I've been through the back of the store and it's right in the market," Jiang Kuo turned to look at him, "What's the name?"

"Xingfuli Market," Duan Feifan said with a smile as he walked in, "The house that rented Lao Fan is called Xingfuli Community."

"It's really easy," said Jiang Kuo, "but although this name is a bit rustic, the meaning is quite good."

"Well, that street is called Xingfuli," Duan Feifan said, "that piece is a set of Xingfuli."

There is no one in the market at this time, but because the relocation has begun, it is quieter and darker than before. Many shops that usually have the door closed at night but have lights on are now dark.

Jiang Kuo suddenly felt a little emotional. He could feel such a change. Duan Feifan grew up here, and I don’t know what it felt.

Niu Sandao's back door was open, and his uncle was wiping the table on the first floor.

"Uncle." Jiang Kuo greeted him.

"Come?" The old uncle waved at him with a smile.

Jiang Kuo saw that his movements were still a little unsuccessful, so he walked over and looked: "How is your waist recovering?"

"Not very good," the old uncle said, "The doctor said it for another half a year, and he is not a young man..."

"You go and fight again," Duan Feifan poured a glass of water on one side and handed it to Jiang Kuo, "The waist can still move."

"This kid," the old uncle pointed at him and smiled at Jiang Kuo, "This matter almost made him irritated."

"It's quite annoying." Jiang Kuo said.

"Hey!" Uncle said with a smile, "I forgot you are with him."

"If you have anything to move, don't do it," Duan Feifan said. "I'll just ask someone to help you. I'll go there in two days... Has that paper been pasted?"

"No," the old uncle sighed, "I will post it when I leave. I have been in the store these two days. When someone comes, I tell them that some old customers should be told by me in person."

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded, "Are those old things still there before?"

"What old thing?" asked the old uncle, "There is nothing new in this room."

Duan Feifan smiled: "It's the second-place disc in our God of Songs Competition."

The old uncle was stunned at first, then laughed loudly: "Yeah! Yes! Is Jiang Kuo want to see it? I'll find it for you, it's in the big box on the second floor!"

The second floor was basically empty, and the last big box had not been moved away. The CD was in the small box on the top of the box. When the old uncle opened it, Jiang Kuo could see many ancient things, letters, small notebooks, and small mirrors inside.

"This is all his childhood things. The old aunt likes to keep these little rags," the old uncle smiled and took out a CD from below, which was filled with a plastic shell, with the words "The big God of Songs" written on it with a marker. "That's it, this word is written by Feifan."

"How do you think?" Jiang Kuo looked at the CD. This thing was really old and the playback tool was a problem.

"He can let it go!" Uncle pointed at Duan Feifan.

"Go up, go up and take you to see the world." Duan Feifan waved.

There was no change on the third floor. There were not many things at all. Duan Feifan just packed up his clothes and quilts, and the furniture was still there. On the surface, it seemed that there was not much change from before.

After Duan Feifan entered the house, he flipped through a cabinet. Jiang Kuo walked to the window and found the three small characters.

Go to tomorrow.

He stretched out his finger and touched the words, and found that these words had deep depressions, which should have been filled in repeatedly with a pen.

"Are there any saw?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"...what?" Duan Feifan turned his head and looked at him.

"Saw," Jiang Kuo gestured for a moment, "Can this piece be sawed off?"

Duan Feifan was stunned for a while and laughed: "What are you doing? Take it away?"

"Don't you think it's very memorable?" Jiang Kuo said, "When I was a child, I kept a lot of rags."

"Where did you get the rag?" Duan Feifan got up and walked over, and reached out to touch the words. "Actually, I have forgotten these words. I have finished packing up that day and wanted to take a photo, but I remembered it when I saw it."

"So it makes more sense," said Jiang Kuo. "I'll take a saw. This house is going to be demolished anyway. It should be okay to saw off this part, right?" "Well," Duan Feifan glanced at him, "Then I'll leave it to you. I really have a hand saw."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.

"Oh yes, I'll use a few more," Duan Feifan said, "with your hands-on ability, you may not be able to snap your fingers again after the sawing."

Jiang Kuo was stunned for several seconds before he realized it, and couldn't help but be happy: "Fuck, it's so fucking bad."

But I like it very much.

Such a Duan Feifan is heart-warming.

...Jiang Kuo, are you a little shaking?
To be continued...