"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "That's right, but it depends on whether your father is willing to cooperate with you in this way. When he comes out, he changes his clothes and then changes his clothes after taking a shower."

"He must cooperate. Counselor Luo said that he could send a new set of clothes in first. He didn't let him go. Just say that the old ones were fine. It would be fine if he came out and then changed into new ones," Duan Feifan said. "Besides, he just came out, everyone was confused..."

He paused halfway through his speech and sighed.

"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said immediately, "Take out your social skills and stop talking about it."

"Oh," Duan Feifan laughed, "Actually, it would be great if the uncle came together. He should be better when he saw his younger brother, after all, they have known each other for a long time."

"Uncle, don't you want to leave time for you father and son to cry when they meet," said Jiang Kuo. "I feel that maybe he is nervous and dare not come."

The two of them leaned in the car, chatting together, looking at the opposite door.

Jiang Kuo's hand was held by Duan Feifan, and his palms were sweating all over, but no one had any intention of letting go. Jiang Kuo had no chance to loosen it, and he felt that Duan Feifan's knuckles had been locked.

Just as I was talking, the door over there opened.

They sat upright at the same time, leaned forward at the same time, staring at the person coming out.

"It's him." Duan Feifan's voice trembled a little. He turned around and opened the door and jumped out, holding Jiang Kuo's hand without letting go.

Jiang Kuo was dragged by him and rushed into the middle: "Xiao Duan!"

Duan Feifan then realized, let go of his hand and looked at him.

"Go quickly!" Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan swallowed his saliva, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifan was very nervous, but he could also feel that he was very nervous. He even lay in the cab to maintain Duan Feifan's posture after he let go of his hand.

It was not until he found out that Duan Feifan had been quitting and wanted to laugh that he noticed that he was still lying in his seat.

He quickly sat upright, opened the car door and got out.

Duan Feifan had already jumped a little and adjusted Shunguai, step by step facing the man who walked out of the prison gate.

There are some eagerness, some restraints, no matter how free you are, no matter how you look, it is, it is like going back ten years ago.

He turned back to that handsome and somewhat immature boy.

The parking location was not too far from the prison gate, but Duan Feifan walked very hard, just like in a dream, he had to work hard every step.

The dad who walked over was almost the same.

Duan Feifan didn't know if he hadn't seen Duan Yingjie walk much in many years. Every time he met the door in the room and walked to the glass and walked five steps in front of the glass. He took five steps and five steps.

After ten years, Duan Feifan finally saw Duan Yingjie walking more than five steps away again.

And this gait is no longer the same as in my memory, or Duan Feifan is almost unable to remember how his father walked back then.

Now my dad is less than 30 meters away from him, step by step in a strange and familiar posture, trying a little hard, and it looks like he wants to be faster, but he is reluctant to do something when he comes over.

A gust of wind blew over, rolling up some fine sand, probably rolled into my father's mouth. He frowned and turned his head and spat hard.

The expression of disgust and dissatisfaction on his face was the familiar look in Duan Feifan's memory, and he couldn't help laughing.

My dad stared at him, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled.

Duan Feifan suddenly felt like he suddenly realized that from now on, he no longer had to calculate or dare to calculate the time when his father came out, no longer had to think about whether he could see his father next month, no longer had to think about what to say next time he met, no longer had to chat while watching the movies and watching the news because of any related content, and thought that he had a father in jail...

He couldn't help but raise his hand and wipe it on his eyes.

From now on, he has stepped into a new life. As long as he wants, he can see his dad every day, chat, quarrel, and maybe fight... or be beaten...

Dad suddenly stopped.

Duan Feifan looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking, but he was still walking forward.

My dad looked at him and opened his arms a few seconds later.

Duan Feifan has seen this action countless times in his dream. His father opened his arms and Duan Feifan started running, then jumped up and rushed over. His father caught him and shouted, "I'm fucking, I've weighed again"...

This is the scene before he was ten years old.

Perhaps my father's memory was still ten years ago, and he still opened his arms to his son, who was more than 1.8 meters tall, and put on the distant and intimate position between father and son.

Duan Feifan paused for a second to his father with his arms wide open, but then he ran away.

He is no longer the little one he used to be. At this distance, he feels like he can clearly see his father's face after only twenty steps.

He chose the latter between jumping up and rushing to his father, and opening his arms to hug him. He was afraid that he would knock his father to the prison gate to cause misunderstandings, so he finally came out.

He hugged his father and shouted, "Dad."

"Oh," my father responded, hugged him tightly, patted him on his back, patted him from the back of his head to the shoulder and then to the back of his waist, "My son has really grown up, this guy! Follow me!"

"Yes." Duan Feifan also patted his back.

"I just didn't have the time to hug me when I was a kid," said my dad, "It's boring."

"Then you let go." Duan Feifan said.

My father smiled, didn't say anything, and didn't let go, and he patted his back, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything anymore. The tears that had just been held back were back now, and they were quite surging. Before he could even close his eyes, his face was flowing.

After a while of silence, my father said again: "Let's go, if you don't leave, people should think I'm going back and say goodbye to you."

"Don't talk nonsense." Duan Feifan let go of his arm and wiped his face quickly.

Dad looked at him.

Duan Feifan didn't hide it anymore, waiting for him to laugh at him.

But my dad just sighed and said, "My son is wronged."

"No, either." Duan Feifan pulled up his T-shirt and rubbed his face.

"No matter how particular you are!" said my dad.

Duan Feifan smiled: "Are you still paying attention to this now?"

"That kid came with you, right?" Dad raised his chin in the direction behind him.

"Well," Duan Feifan looked back and Jiang Kuo leaned against the car door and waved at him. He immediately waved his hand, "He is Jiang Kuo, Jiang Youqian, the one who drives a sports car."

"I can see it," the father nodded. "This kind of child from a rich family can be seen at a glance from such a distance... Go over and don't let others wait there."

"Yes," Duan Feifan turned around and took two steps, and then told his father, "Go forward and look forward, don't look back."

"Are you still making these things?" Dad tsk, "I'm looking back now. Can anyone catch me?"

"You dare!" Duan Feifan shouted in a low voice.

"What do I dare not," said my dad, "I just don't want to dare, just say, what else is there."

"We'll go get a haircut later, take a shower, and change into new clothes," Duan Feifan said. "Then go around in the downtown area and go back to Niu Sandao's new store. Duan Laosan is waiting for you in the store."

When he was talking about it, my father looked disdainful. When he was waiting for him, the expression on his face suddenly changed. He nodded obediently: "Okay, okay."

I guess I was afraid of seeing my relatives immediately. This messy period was at least time to take some time and delayed it.

When they were about to get to the side of the car, Jiang Kuo came over and greeted his father: "Good morning uncle."

There is nothing to welcome back, welcome to get out of prison, you are very polite but vaguely uncomfortable greetings like you suffer, and only a simple good morning, naturally like a neighbor you meet every morning.

At this moment, Duan Feifan wanted to go up and hug Jiang Kuo. This young master was always gentle and decent and comfortable when he was willing.

Although he is not very willing most of the time.

"Good morning," my dad smiled, "Thank you, come and pick me up."

"It should be." Jiang Kuo said.

"Let's go," said my dad, "Uncle invites you to dinner."

"From your hair first." Jiang Kuo said it very simply.

Dad was stunned: "Ah?"

"The order cannot be changed," said Jiang Kuo, "Duan Feifan memorized the process for one night."

"Ah." Dad glanced at Duan Feifan.

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