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The two went downstairs. When they left the corridor, Jiang Kuo suddenly jogged a few steps, jumped onto the roadside outside, swept into a pile of firecrackers, and stepped in.

"I'm sick, right?" Duan Feifan cursed.

"I always wanted to do this," said Jiang Kuo. "There are still piles of leaves, and I just want to jump up and step in."

"Is it good?" Duan Feifan asked, "You want to put it in my house. My uncle threw it to the ground and buried you in the spot with these things."

Jiang Kuo jumped out of the firecracker again, with red paper scraps stuck to his shoes and pants. He stamped his feet: "This pile is not big enough."

"Get into the car." Duan Feifan threw the key to him.

"Where to buy wine?" Jiang Kuo stomped his feet all the way to the car. He didn't even stomp off the scum on his shoes. Finally, he kicked the wheels twice before he was shocked.

"There is a tobacco and alcohol store open on the road," Duan Feifan said. "Just go there and buy it."

Jiang Kuo started the car. He felt that he hadn't driven his car for a long time. The car's fuel was full. It was probably Duan Feifan who had just picked him up before he picked him up.

He stepped on the accelerator and listened to the roar of the car, he felt a long-lost pleasure.

There was no fork in front of him. It was the road leading to the community garden. He stepped on the accelerator twice.

"This road is only more than 100 meters," Duan Feifan knew him quite well. "Is it enough for you?"

"Enough," Jiang Kuo curled his lips, "Fifty meters are enough."

Duan Feifan sighed with a smile.

The car rushed forward, but it was not as high as he imagined. After the car rushed out for dozens of meters, Jiang Kuo drove in the direction, and the car turned 180 degrees on the spot and turned around.

Duan Feifan's head knocked on the car window.

He covered his forehead and glanced at Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, with an apology and worry expression on his face, but in the end he couldn't help laughing wildly, but he still kept his original emotion: "I'm sorry... does it hurt... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... I forgot to remind you... Is it so hard..."

"Thank you for your concern." Duan Feifan couldn't help but want to laugh.

"I was," Jiang Kuo slapped on the steering wheel for a long time before turning his head to look at him, "I don't want to laugh, but I heard a sound in the middle of the way."

"Bang!" Duan Feifan said, "Yes."

Jiang Kuo had already stopped laughing, but when he learned, he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Laugh, laugh," Duan Feifan nodded, "I'll take away your wine after laughing for a while."

"Hey!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Is it so fickle?"

"Yeah." Duan Feifan smiled.

"Let me see," Jiang Kuo rubbed his face, finally stopped smiling, reached out to hook Duan Feifan's chin, "Is it a heavy blow?"

Duan Feifan turned his head and a small piece of red on his right eyebrows.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo felt his eyes magnify, "It's red? Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Duan Feifan said, "it will turn red if you rub your hands twice. When you clamp your neck with the door, it's much heavier than this, and it's okay."

"...You remember this kind of thing very clearly." Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't do it on purpose."

"Of course you didn't mean it," Duan Feifan said. "If you mean it, how many fights we have to fight so far."

Jiang Kuo smiled and leaned on the back of the chair, breathing a sigh of relief: "These are all fate, handsome."

"No," Duan Feifan reached out and flicked his face slightly. "Drive, Duan Ling will have to call and scold him later if he arrives first."

"Go." Jiang Kuo slapped the steering wheel.

There was nothing that Jiang Kuo could see in the tobacco hotel. Duan Feifan picked two bottles of wine slightly according to his uncle's preference.

"Not less than five hundred yuan," Jiang Kuo looked at the wine, "Is it OK?"

"Do you don't give people something?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "If I send it to anyone, those friends will give me some of them occasionally."

"This wine is pretty good, and we only drink dozens of wine." Duan Feifan said.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo looked at the wine, "Does the old aunt drink too?"

"They are both good at drinking, and Duan Ling is also great," Duan Feifan cleared his throat, "just me."

Jiang Kuo laughed again, for some reason, even hooked up the little that he hadn't finished laughing when he kowtowed his head before, and finally finished laughing after he sat back into the car.

"I'm tired of laughing." He sighed and turned to look at Duan Feifan, "Xiao Duan."

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan also turned his head.

"Have a kiss," Jiang Kuo said, "There will be no world of two people in five minutes." Duan Feifan came over with a smile and put it on his lips. His hand quickly touched Duan Feifan.

"Be honest," Duan Feifan grabbed his hand, "On the street, eight out of ten people walking back and forth here are from our market."

"You can't do it anymore!" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"That's what it said," Duan Feifan looked at him, suddenly opened the car door with his hand, then stepped out his legs, and shouted at the outside, "Everyone can judge the comments--"

"Hey fuck!" Jiang Kuo rushed over and pulled him back, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong... I forgot that you are in the late stage of the social cow..."

"I'm reasonable." Duan Feifan said.

"Retract your legs!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

"Okay." Duan Feifan took back his legs and closed the car door.

"Let's go!" Jiang Kuo shouted with a smile, rubbing his hands hard on his legs.

The market is quite deserted. Today, the second day of the New Year, most of the stores are still closed. Only those who are locals like Niu Sandao are open only if they don’t have to go back to their hometown and live in the market, but there are very few goods.

"If the market is demolished," Jiang Kuo asked, "Does the old uncle and the others still have a place to live?"

"They have a small house," Duan Feifan said, "and rent it to people in the market, and you can take it back then."

"What about you?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I live on campus." Duan Feifan smiled.

"Have you been living there?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"They will definitely leave a house for me," Duan Feifan sighed softly, "but I still plan to find a way myself. That house is only two bedrooms, one room for them, one room for Duan Ling, and Duan Ling has moved out by herself, so she should keep her own room. Wouldn't she go home?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"The hut I live in Niu Sandao used to belong to Duan Ling," Duan Feifan said. "I can't always rob her room. Besides, my dad is going to come out in the second half of the year, so I have to find a place to live."

"If he doesn't rent the house Dahuan then," said Jiang Kuo, "let him transfer it to you."

"That community is new and the rent is not cheap," Duan Feifan said.

"It should not be expensive, cannon rents it at will," said Jiang Kuo. "When Yang Ke stayed on the street, he rented it there."

"We have different definitions of inexpensiveness." Duan Feifan hugged his shoulders and closed his arms.

"I'll ask him how much he saw later." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes." Duan Feifan smiled.

As soon as I walked to the door of Niu Sandao, I saw Duan Ling coming out, holding his cell phone and about to dial.

"Did you see it?" Duan Feifan said, "I will receive a swearing call from her one minute later."

"You two are crawling so fast." Duan Ling turned around and saw them and shouted.

"Happy New Year Sister Ling," said Jiang Kuo.

"Happy New Year," Duan Ling smiled, "Why are you losing weight a lot during the New Year?"

"Have you lost weight?" Jiang Kuo turned his head to look at Duan Feifan, "I'm losing weight?"

"...I didn't see it." Duan Feifan said.

"I haven't seen him for a long time," Duan Ling looked at Jiang Kuo, "I've lost weight, but I still haven't changed my handsomeness."

"Have you arrived?" the old aunt shouted inside.

"It's here!" Duan Feifan also shouted.

"Come in!" The old uncle walked out.

"Happy New Year," Jiang Kuo walked in, "Happy New Year, my aunt!"

"Good New Year," the old aunt turned her face and saw the wine in his hand, and immediately glared at Duan Feifan, "You have someone buy it!"

"I didn't." Duan Feifan said.

"This is what my father loves to drink," Duan Ling followed in and shouted, "It must be Duan Feifan's idea for the young master!"

"He really didn't..." Jiang Kuo said halfway.

Uncle and aunt, Duan Ling, and Duan Feifan. Several people spoke at the same time. Jiang Kuo instantly felt that he had returned to Duan Feifan's pocket and was watching his home live broadcast for the New Year.

"Don't be so polite in the future, do you know?" The old uncle came over and patted his shoulder. "You are all extraordinary classmates and friends, you are all children. You will come when you come. Just come. Don't you need to pay attention to anything else!"

"I understand." Jiang Kuo nodded, "It's mainly for the New Year, I usually..."
To be continued...