I went there once last year because I was in college, and I went there again this year because my uncle said that your son was in college again...

At eight o'clock, Duan Feifan arrived on time.

Submit the certificate, go through the procedures, security check, take it to the meeting to testify, etc.

He was the first group in the meeting room, and there was another elder sister waiting.

Duan Feifan was a little nervous for no reason.

My father was taken into the meeting room, sat down opposite him, took off the phone next to him and looked at him.

He was stunned for five seconds. His father pointed at the phone and then he quickly took it down.

"It's like I'm here to visit you," my father's voice came out, "Your uncle said you were beaten up, are you stupid?"

"It's not over yet," Duan Feifan said.

"Where did you hit?" my dad asked.

"On the body." Duan Feifan said, "Not serious."

"Don't pretend to be "pse"," said my dad, "Isn't it serious and stay in the yard for a few months? Your uncle told me."

"Why did he tell you this?" Duan Feifan frowned, "Are you two saying nothing?"

"He came here just to say this," said my dad, "it's so exciting."

Duan Feifan sighed and said nothing.

"Don't show off in the future," my dad looked at him. "You have to see the situation clearly when doing good things. Think you are so awesome... Are you taking the opportunity to fight?"

"Am I sick?" Duan Feifan also looked at him.

Suddenly I realized that maybe I met too few times, and he could find every extra wrinkle on my dad's face. Although I was not yet fifty, I always felt vicissitudes of life when I looked at it.

"I've been freshman again this year, right?" my dad asked.

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "It's been military training these days."

"Teach it well," said my dad.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

My father was silent for a while, as if he was looking for a topic, and Duan Feifan quickly thought about finding a topic.

"Don't come next time," said my dad, "I have nothing to say, how uncomfortable."

Duan Feifan couldn't find any topic when he said this.

"How are the classmates?" asked my dad.

"...I didn't know much about these new things," Duan Feifan thought for a while, but he really didn't know what to say, so he grabbed Jiang Kuo and made up the numbers. "There is a sports car in the dormitory next door."

My dad looked at him and didn't say anything.

Duan Feifan was also silent.

"Say it." Dad waited for a while and spoke.

"What did you say?" Duan Feifan asked.

"There is a sports car in the dormitory next door." said my dad.

"Yes," Duan Feifan said, "there is a sports car coming from the dormitory next door."

"...Damn!" Dad waved his hand, "You are really... We are so unfamiliar with each other... We are not as good as Duan Ling when we talked about this day."

Duan Feifan felt a little uncomfortable when he said this, and put down the receiver in his hand.

Dad pointed to the receiver and signaled him to pick it up.

Duan Feifan reluctantly picked up the earpiece again.

"It's my fault," said my dad.

Duan Feifan immediately turned his head and hung the receiver back, for fear that he would still hear his voice if he hung it slowed down.

In the morning, he could see his dad waving at him.

After a while, he turned his head and took the receiver again: "Don't say such things, I feel uncomfortable."

"It's fine if I can't chat," said my dad. "You have been teasing and damaging since you were a child. Why can't you speak when you get to me?"

"I don't know." Duan Feifan said.

"So I don't want you to come either. Your uncle insists on letting me meet," his father sighed, "I'm just afraid of this scene, you go back."

"How are you in good health?" Duan Feifan asked.

"This is a smack," my dad laughed, "It's great, don't worry, you're stronger than you."

"This is a bragging thing," Duan Feifan said, "I brought you a book and I usually spend some money to buy food or something. The old aunt said that I don't need to save the money for you."

"I understand." said my dad.

"Then I..." Duan Feifan hesitated.

"Let's go back!" Dad waved his hand, "It's okay, let's go back to you."

By taking leave, Duan Feifan returned to the school the next afternoon.

Before we even reached the dormitory, we saw Ding Zhe and Dong Kun rushing over on bicycles.

"Go up and up and up." Ding Zhe waved.

He didn't ask much, and jumped into the back seat first.

"Jiang Kuo's car is back," said Ding Zhe, "just arrived at the parking lot..."

"I'll go down." Duan Feifan immediately prepared to jump off the car.

"Don't!" Ding Zhe grabbed his collar with his backhand, "If you want to be familiar with him, you will be familiar with him. With you here, everyone will not be so embarrassed."

"What's wrong with embarrassing?" Duan Feifan was puzzled, "You have the face to drive, will you still be embarrassed?"

"It's different, it's different," Ding Zhe said in a series of ways, "I'm still a little embarrassed, but I really want to touch the steering wheel."

Next to the parking lot is a green space with many stone tables and chairs. Many students are willing to sit here to eat, read books and play with their mobile phones.

Jiang Kuo's car drove into the parking lot, and everyone turned to look.

Duan Feifan felt as if he was driving from home to see the car. Before the car could be parked into the parking space, their group of people had even put their bicycles in the station.

"This is not Jiang Kuokai?" Dong Kun saw the person in the cab.

It's true that he is not Jiang Kuo, he is a man wearing 4S shop work clothes and white gloves.

The man got out of the car and stood face to face with them.

ill.

Duan Feifan turned around and walked to the stone pier beside him and sat down.

Dong Kun also came over and sat down.

Ding Zhe still insisted on standing next to the car and began to circle around the car.

"Call that stupid man over here." Duan Feifan said.

"I can't call you, I'm about to get in the car," Dong Kun raised his chin to the side, "The owner is here."

Jiang Kuo walked into the parking lot from the direction of the school gate, greeted Ding Zhe, then took the key from the gloves, and gave it to Ding Zhe.

"This person is going to be crazy soon." Dong Kun stood up.

"I'm straight?" Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo.

"It's okay," said Jiang Kuo, "You have a book, right?"

"Yes," said Ding Zhe, "it's just that."

"It's almost the same." Jiang Kuo opened the car door, "Just open it if it starts."

"Then I'll feel it first." Ding Zhe got into the car, "Why are you taking the passenger seat?"

"No." Jiang Kuo took two steps back, Ding Zhe should be a little embarrassed. It would be even more embarrassing if he kept stomping on the side.

Dong Kun sat in the passenger seat and took out his cell phone and looked at Ding Zhe: "Let's take a photo for you."

"Photo a video," said Ding Zhe.

Jiang Kuo looked around. Although he was reluctant, the only stone pier with shade around the parking lot was the one under Duan Feifan's butt. He still walked over.

"Don't you look at it?" Duan Feifan said.

"What do you think," Jiang Kuo sat down, "Don't he have a book?"

"I'm very big." Duan Feifan nodded.

I originally wanted to talk a few times, but when he saw the car suddenly move and drove out of the parking space, he immediately didn't care about talking and stared at the car. If he had to bump into it, Ding Zhe had to go out and sell himself. With Ding Zhe's appearance, it would take a long time to sell it.

"Is there a road with fewer people nearby?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Back to the school..." Duan Feifan stopped halfway and turned to look at him, "Isn't it necessary?"
To be continued...