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The barbecue tastes great, just like what I ate on Jiang Kuo’s birthday last time. Of course, because they were all made by my aunt, I used the secret sauce made with Niu Sandao.

Jiang Kuo can't remember the process of barbecue on his birthday. But when he ate the same taste of meat, he could remember many details.

He remembered that he added friends with Duan Feifan that night. He still remembered that Duan Feifan showed him the QR code twice. The first time he showed was the collection code.

Later, Duan Feifan drank a few cans of beer and returned to the dormitory, but he didn't forget the fact that Duan Feifan had poured out. He remembered the gifts he prepared for him in the room, but he had forgotten a lot of the mood at that time, as if he had liked Duan Feifan for a long time, and he couldn't remember the feelings he felt when he didn't like.

I originally thought it would be a little bored before school starts, but now it is not boring.

He and Duan Feifan have a lot of photos and videos, and they can be sorted out bit by bit to the computer, which can kill a lot of time.

Duan Feifan has always been very busy, repairing the bed, working in the store, and sometimes helping other stores in the market. It is not common to transport goods. Knocking a nail and pulling a wire is the norm. It is messy and follows the rules of the market to get along with each other, and it is fine and exuding the unique liveliness of the market.

Jiang Kuo felt that everyone was more busy than himself. In addition to Duan Feifan, the group of people in the role model group were also very busy. Sun Ji, who was with his girlfriend, Liu Pang, who was chased by gooses every day in the countryside. He had nothing to do when he was on a relative's group and sent a selfie video to the group to complain about bored Dong Kun, and Ding Zhe, who came to Niu Sandao to work and eat when he had nothing to do. Not to mention cannon.

While Jiang Kuo and Duan Feifan were riding horses on the horse farm, the cannon sent a video, and there was a forest where no one was present.

"Wait for the start of work after the New Year, the village chief still has to talk. Mr. Jiang has almost done it before, but these people and ghosts will definitely cause trouble. I still have to stay in this ghost place for at least a year," said Dapao. "If you have time, come and bring me some food. I'm tired of eating dirt stoves every day."

Someone next to him called "Mr. Hu". After Dapao finished speaking to the man, he turned the camera to himself: "Kuo'er, look at my vicissitudes of life, I can call me Mr. Hu without any burden. I'm in my early twenties..."

"Just just scratch his beard," Duan Feifan leaned over and looked, "Isn't the work started yet? Why did he have to waste it there?"

"Preparation in the early stage, and the village is very variable. Anyone dares to pat their chests when they speak. After the filming, they turn around and want to admit their chests, and they don't want to admit their chests. They probably don't have any value," said Jiang Kuo. "He has to soak in the village every day now, staring at those who can talk."

"That temper of Cannon..." Duan Feifan said.

"Now I'm a little more restrained. He didn't get that rush when he wasn't with me," said Jiang Kuo. "But this kind of work is not easy to do. In the past, Mr. Jiang and others used to drive excavators to do a racking, but there was a dispute in the village."

"We have people over there in our market, and their town itself is very tough," said Duan Feifan.

"Mr. Hu should invite you over," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "You are the expert in dealing with this kind of relationship."

"Did you sell beef sauce in the past?" Duan Feifan said, "Uncle, don't beat it first. Try my beef sauce. I still have some good wine here."

Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time.

Duan Feifan has returned to his usual appearance for most of his time, especially today, when he wears horse boots, his legs are legs and his butt is butt. There is no trace of his temperament when he beats the thief that day.

Of course, before Jiang Kuo saw it with his own eyes, he could not imagine Duan Feifan like that, and had a new understanding of the market storm.

At that time, Mr. Fan was probably about the same age as those thieves. He was less than 14 years old at the age of twelve or thirteen, and he would change his life if he had a wrong step.

Although Duan Feifan grew up like this, he only lived in a small beef restaurant in the market, the evil spirits he had on his body, whether he was a cannon that he had "much more" than him since childhood, would never have.

But this is also part of Duan Feifan's efforts to avoid and get rid of it.

Jiang Kuo has been sorting out photos these days. Compared with Duan Feifan he saw, the world he saw in Duan Feifan’s photos is very different.

There is a "memories" when taking photos from Jiang Kuo. Duan Feifan's photos are more like "I saw them", carefully recording every bit of life.

A piece of beef with beautiful texture, a stack of packed boxes, a blue paint that was rubbed from the butt of my uncle's car. A kitten at the entrance of the hardware store, a street sign called "Mofan Hutong", a small acne that was inflamed at the corner of his mouth, a bowl of soy milk with fried dough sticks, a mini Chinese knot hanging on the window of the school guard room - Jiang Kuo admired himself very much that he actually recognized this as a broken three-wheeler at the school guard room, Lao Liu's Malatang...

There is also a bus stop sign. Jiang Kuo felt that if he guessed correctly, this was the bus that Duan Feifan would take when he visited the prison. However, the terminal on the stop sign did not say prison, but the south of the road xx.

The photo behind confirms Jiang Kuo’s guess, which is a parrot with a dragon-bearded candy background.

Jiang Kuo found that apart from the photos of going out to play, there were very few people in the photos taken by Duan Feifan, and passers-by could not see them. Even if the time was at the peak of get off work, there were no people in the picture. He could only avoid the small details one by one after another after avoiding the crowd.

Another point is that Duan Feifan’s mobile phone is really not good, and the color and clarity of the photos are not very good.

Jiang Kuo looked at the time and it was Valentine's Day soon. This was the last "festival" before school started.

Sun Ji has been collecting Valentine's Day gifts from the role model group for two days, and it is now flooding the screen.

From roses to rings to light gift boxes, there are some puzzles. After being denied by too uncreative and too straight man, everyone's discussion began to deviate. Snail noodles and stinky tofu began to appear. After that, Liu Pang suggested that he could send him some bacon made by his grandmother, and even said that there were very "excellent" gifts.

[Liu Xiuchang] I'll send you some goose feathers. I have a lot of them at home. You can make a pillow for her.

Jiang Kuo looked at it and laughed.

【Dong Xiaosha】This is definitely a creative type, it can

【Ding Weiwu】This is definitely a creative type, it can

【Jiang Youqian】This is definitely a creative type, it can

【Duan Yingjun】Send it quickly

【Sun Qiang Man】I fucking felt the malice from you bachelors

My phone was shocked and there was a private chat message.

【Instructions are as follows】I am not, he misjudged

【jk921】I'm not, he misjudged it

Jiang Kuo smiled with his cell phone for a long time.

There will be no useful tips for Valentine's Day gifts in the group.

Jiang Kuo finally decided to buy a mobile phone for Duan Feifan, each of them had the same model.

He was not a very romantic person at first, and it was too difficult to talk about romantic things. Last time he made an album and just posted photos, he almost broke down.

In contrast, he would rather make something practical. Duan Feifan used his mobile phone for five years, and now this mobile phone is an old mobile phone given to him by Duan Ling. In terms of the phone that Duan Feifan had bought in his five years when he was in high school. According to his style, before high school, he had to have no mobile phone, but he had to use his old uncle's old mobile phone. Maybe the phone he bought five years ago was his first new mobile phone.

After thinking about it, Jiang Kuo felt that his decision to buy a mobile phone was very wise. In addition to its practicality, mobile phones are more inseparable from Duan Feifan than underwear. It took several days to take the last time underwear. The mobile phones were basically on their bodies except for sleeping, especially those like Duan Feifan, who have 80,000 friends who are busy with business.

It is easy to find the time to buy a mobile phone. The warehouse of Boss Song, a long-term supplier, moved, and Duan Feifan had to go to a temporary warehouse in a distant suburb to pull the meat back.

"Are you going?" Duan Feifan asked.

"No," said Jiang Kuo, "I'll go out for a walk today."

"I really won't go?" Duan Feifan said, "The co-pilot has a fart pad today."

"...I really won't go." Jiang Kuo said with a smile, "I want to make an exclusive butt pad. I don't want to use one with someone."

"Okay," Duan Feifan said, "Then you can find a place to eat at noon, and you can go to Niu Sandao for a meal. If you don't want to go, go out and eat. I have to have a meal with Boss Song before coming back."

"Contact relationships?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifan smiled, "The beef stores in the market all go to get the goods themselves, and only Boss Song keeps delivering them, giving them as much as you want."

"I ate outside at noon," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "I'll go to Tantan Shop. If Da Cannon is not here, no one will help you find something delicious. You need time on Valentine's Day to find a place to have some food."

"Okay." Duan Feifan came over and kissed him, "Let's go."

"Yeah, let's go." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Duan Feifan got over and kissed him again: "If you have something to do, call me."

"I'm so reluctant to leave, don't go?" Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan went out with a smile.

Jiang Kuomo walked around the house for almost an hour before leaving the door. He got in the car and drove directly to the navigation, bought a mobile phone first, and then looked for food...

When the car turned a corner and drove to the building where Yang Ke rented a house, he glanced into the corridor on the left. He had lived there for so many days and had never met Yang Ke once. Is this man kicked out if he couldn't pay the rent?

A person suddenly popped out from the right and stopped him at the front of the car.

Jiang Kuo stepped on the brakes. Although the speed was not high, someone suddenly appeared on the front of the car and still scared him.

When he saw clearly that this person was Yang Ke, he was so angry that he got up from the soles of his feet. He lowered the window and scolded: "If you want to die, just go forward and stand 50 meters. I will smash you with a throttle and send it to the morgue without leaving any chance of rescue!"

"Happy New Year." Yang Ke walked to the window and bent down to look at him.

"Happy New Year is over and you are a man," said Jiang Kuo.

"After-genius Lantern Festival," said Yang Ke, "It's still the Chinese New Year, and tomorrow is Valentine's Day."

"What," Jiang Kuo couldn't understand his last abrupt sentence, "Do you want to celebrate Valentine's Day with me?"

"I'm going to buy Valentine's Day gifts," said Yang Ke. "Are you going to the middle area? Or is it okay to go to the middle area, take me a while?"

Jiang Kuo looked at him without saying anything.

"I know you didn't bring people with you in the car before," said Yang Ke. "Now you should also bring classmates or something, right?"

In view of the possibility of Yang Ke's help in the future, Jiang Kuo turned his head slightly: "Go up."

"Thank you." Yang Ke got into the car, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Kuo did not answer.

After the car drove out of the community, he turned onto the main road. Yang Ke kept pressing the screen with his head down.

"Mut your broken phone," Jiang Kuo was a little annoyed by the voice. "You have to match the voice when you type, but you have to look bad. Can't you confirm that you didn't poke the screen?"

"It feels more touching and feedback," Yang Ke put down his phone, "Have you ever given a Valentine's Day gift to girls?"

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "Who are you scolding?"

"I want to give Xiao He a gift, but I really can't think of what I can give." Yang Ke sighed.

"She is not a girl, right?" Jiang Kuo said, "He is a woman who has taken the blame. Don't think about the girl's thoughts. She might not look down on the gifts given to her."

"What if she is a girl in her heart?" said Yang Ke. "I met the wrong person back then, now I will relive the girl's heart..."

"No, you two have been talking for so long, and you don't even know whether she is a girl in her heart. What if it is," Jiang Kuo said, "What if it is not?"

"It makes sense." Yang Ke nodded.

"Don't mess around, you might as well buy some vegetables and go back and make her a candlelight dinner," said Jiang Kuo. "If you write eight pages of love letters by hand, she is not short of money. It's better if you give me a sincere gift."

"... Have you written it?" Yang Ke asked.

"Who are you scolding!" Jiang Kuo said.

Yang Ke decided to adopt Jiang Kuo's suggestion, but Jiang Kuo asked him to get off the car and leave on the spot but he did not agree.

"I want to buy some high-end ingredients," said Yang Ke, "go to the supermarket in the middle district."
To be continued...