The pineapple crisps that Mr. Jiang brought with him were very fresh and the portion was enough. He divided them with 119 and several dormitories next to him, and he could also ask contemporary male college students to eat at 107.

"This is the previous volume, it's not easy to do, don't give it to others," Sun Ji forgot to say to Jiang Kuo, "If you have a high school foundation, it's almost done. You have to memorize plants a lot. You need to listen to those last few sections and get the focus. The focus of my circle last year is here..."

Jiang Kuo took Sun Ji's scroll and notebook and felt extremely stressed.

Why don’t Duan Feifan give it to him? He has been off school and not resigned. Shouldn’t he tell him about these difficulties?

Oh, this is probably the task he arranged for you.

"You don't want Duan Feifan," Sun Ji didn't talk much, but suddenly he looked like a senior, "We gave him these things last year."

Jiang Kuo sighed, lowered his head and flipped through Sun Ji's book, densely packed characters and small pictures sandwiched in it.

"One and a half months, this semester, you probably have a similar attack. After all, your brain is still easy to use," Sun Ji continued to educate him, "I will be more motivated next semester. I need to memorize a little bit, and the professional courses have also increased. At that time, the experimental report group homework will be exhausted... Oh, you should write the experimental report you will submit this month, it is easy to say anything you have done in the experiment, and you must write the report well, and there are also things that are made in the drawing. You don't need to buy what you lack. How many of us are there..."

"Ah." Jiang Kuo didn't know whether he was agreeing or sighing.

"Come on," Liu Pang handed over a box of pineapple paste, "and said while eating, this was specially delivered by President Jiang, would you still eat it in one bite?"

Jiang Kuo was holding a pineapple pastry, and he was holding a roll and a notebook in his hand. He was not particularly clean from his hands. He really couldn't get down to hold a pineapple pastry. He stared at the box, thinking about whether to just put a piece in his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Liu fattened him, "Do you eat it?"

Duan Feifan, who was standing behind the table, smiled: "His hands are dirty."

"I will get sick if I eat it without any tidy!" Ding Zhe said.

Duan Feifan's hand reached out from his shoulder, took a piece from the box, and handed it to his mouth: "I just washed my hands."

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment and bite the pineapple pastry.

"Damn," said Dong Kun, "we can't compare to this style, we can't even get it!"

"Don't make me laugh," said Jiang Kuo, "it's easy to choke if you laugh."

"What are you afraid of? I'm choking Duan Feifan for you to be Heimlik," said Ding Zhe.

Jiang Kuo quickly swallowed the pineapple crisp in his mouth and followed it with joy.

Perhaps Sun Ji's words still played some role, and after all, it would be very troublesome if he failed the subject, so Jiang Kuo obviously recognized a lot in class.

Duan Feifan went to his father early that morning, he actually went to Jiangkuo and shook out of the dormitory.

"Are you Jiang Kuo? Or did Tang Li have plastic surgery?" Duan Feifan was surprised, "Are you going to study in the morning?"

"Yeah!" Jiang Kuoqi was much earlier than usual, but he was in a good mood when he got up. "Are you going there now? Isn't it a little early?"

"I will take a little earlier. I will check the photos for the discipline before I can give them to my father. After that, I will ask the discipline to bring them to him." Duan Feifan said.

"Thank you, Dragon Beard Candy," said Jiang Kuo.

"Remember it." Duan Feifan smiled.

Luo Jianshe was quite pleased with the photos he brought, as if he was persuaded to treat his father with unfilial piety.

"Your dad must be happy," Luo Jianshe patted his shoulder, "After you came last time, he has been in a stable condition this month."

"I'll do it next month." Duan Feifan said.

"Okay, that's right." Luo Jian said with a smile.

My dad's splint has been removed, but there are still traces of "medicine" under his sleeves.

This time when he walked into the meeting room, his pace was faster than before.

"I heard you brought me a photo?" My dad took the phone and asked.

"Yes," Duan Feifan nodded, took out the photos, flipped through them one by one, hoping to find the best one for him first, "We'll go..."

"Take it up," Dad bounced his fingers on the glass, "Who are you giving it to?"

Duan Feifan picked out the "best ones", which were all very good, so he picked up the ones of him and Jiang Kuo and pressed them on the glass.

"Yo," my dad was stunned, "Which one is you?"

"...Why do you compare it?" Duan Feifan put his face next to the photo, "I can't even recognize it myself?"

"Is this the rich second generation?" Dad pointed at Jiang Kuo, "I'm very rich after growing up."

"He is in the group of Ding Zhe and others, and his name is Jiang Youqian." Duan Feifan said with a smile.

"You're taking this picture," Dad gently tapped the photo through the glass, "This picture has taken the handsome one."

"And there," Duan Feifan changed another one and pressed it on the glass, "This is me, and the last few pictures are all my own."

"This is good, this is very professional, it's like a magazine," Dad got closer first, and then stayed away. "Your car is pretty good."

Duan Feifan took him and changed into another one: "This one is quite different from a truck, and it's completely different. I ran two laps and adapted before I dared to increase my speed."

"It's pretty good, not like driving someone else's car," Dad said with a smile, and he leaned closer and far away again. "It's pretty good. Who took this photo?"

"Ding Zhe took his father's phone to take it. Jiang Youqian's sister helped to make the photos...move it," Duan Feifan found a simple word, changed it to another one, staring at his father carefully, "We went together..."

"Is this the puppy you mentioned before?" Dad squinted his eyes.

"Well, Benben, now he lives with his rich friend in Jiang for the time being, and it's a good time." Duan Feifan showed all the photos in turn, "Luo will teach you the photos later."

"Okay." Dad nodded.

"Dad," Duan Feifan leaned closer to the glass and whispered, "Do you have a little premature eye?"

"Fart." Dad was very straightforward.

"My grandfather has been old and I have worn reading glasses last year," Duan Feifan said, "You may be inherited."

"The third brother is wearing reading glasses?" The father raised his eyebrows with interest, "Is this little girl wearing reading glasses?"

"Ah, I'm good at it, I'm wearing it when I'm good at it," Duan Feifan said to him, "I'm good at it."

"Don't talk nonsense to me." My dad glared.

He was a little unhappy when Duan Feifan came out, so he continued to talk.

After a few seconds, my dad sighed: "Don't worry about me."

Duan Feifan couldn't hold on for a while and was silent.

"What do you say?" said my dad again.

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan understood.

"Don't worry about what I said," said my dad.

"Guide." Duan Feifan smiled.

"That Jiang has money," said my dad, "It's pretty good to have someone."

"It's pretty good," Duan Feifan said. "I thought he was very annoying at first. After knowing each other for a long time, I found out that he is a good person, good-minded and smart."

"I thought that I could meet such a friend when I went to Mongolia University." My father chewed him in a while, feeling that he had something to say, but in the end he only said a very simple sentence, "It's good to have a friend like this, and I can help you in the future."

Duan Feifan was stunned.

"Others can rely on their parents, in your situation..." said my dad, "only rely on friends."

"I can do it by myself," Duan Feifan smiled, "I used to be a friend, but now I've grown up."

"I graduated from work in the future, and it's different," my dad thought about it and waved his hand again, "You'd better do it yourself. I won't say much. I actually don't know how you have lived over the years. What I'm using..."

"Dad," Duan Feifan interrupted him, "I have been waiting for you to come out all these years, just know this."

My dad said, just talking to him.

After a while, Duan Feifan arrived at a tiny flash in his eyes.

After he spoke again, my dad suddenly stood up: "Let's go!"

Then he turned around and left with great strides.

With his back disappeared from the other side of the door, Duan Feifan slowly came to his senses after a long time.

Congestion.

Feeling uncomfortable.

My father felt uncomfortable because he thought he had suffered, and he felt uncomfortable because my father thought he had suffered.

Grandpa, grandma, "grandma" and uncle's family are both very nice to him. Dad knows it, but these do not prove how they have lived these years. Everything comes from the pain that has missed the child's ten years of growth and has not made up for.

This interlaced and undisassembled thread ball made him panic and confused.

He has never been afraid of communicating with others, and he cannot get close to any relationship.

Only face my dad.

When the bus left the first stop, Duan Feifan got off.

Slowly walk towards the old Longwu Candy Shop.

It was very cold today, and the wind could sweep through the jacket with a slap in the face, so why not?

But when he walked to the store in the wind, he felt that the depression in his heart could not even be blown away.

Apart from constantly struggling with "how have you lived these years", I have always been disdainful of making friends and thinking that making friends cannot be made with purpose, but my father is in love, and he has difficulty saying this with a rich friend in the future.
To be continued...