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"I'm here," Duan Feifan said with a smile, "I don't know where the headphones are stuffed."

"Are you in the passage behind Niu Sandao?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "It's the first time you've earned 100 yuan."

"It also includes ten yuan in compensation for work injury." Jiang Kuo sighed.

"Yes." Duan Feifan smiled and looked at him on the screen.

Jiang Kuo was also looking at the screen. He should be watching it, but this vision is not up to par.

"Are you looking at me?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifan said.

"Do you miss me?" Jiang Kuo suddenly approached the screen and asked in a low voice.

"I didn't think too much about it. I just came back and was busy with chaos." Duan Feifan also lowered his voice, "But now when I see you, I suddenly miss you."

"Uncle Kuo kissed me," said Jiang Kuo.

"Where do you kiss?" Duan Feifan asked.

"My mouth." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan pouted.

Jiang Kuo suddenly laughed and disappeared outside the screen. The whole picture was shaking. Duan Feifan twitched: "Where are you playing with me? I don't want my image anymore and you smile."

"Come on, kiss me." Jiang Kuo returned to the picture.

Duan Feifan pouted again. "mua!" Jiang Kuo kissed him.

"Hiss--" Duan Feifan covered his mouth.

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment before he realized: "You can really act." "If it weren't for the cost of learning performance," Duan Feifan said, "I might be re-entering my freshman year in some performance department now, but the gardens are not very cheap..."

"Why are you rehabilitating everywhere?" Jiang Kuo coughed with a smile.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to touch you if I don't re-repair." Duan Feifan said.

"…Damn." Jiang Kuo immediately stopped smiling.

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan looked at him.

"A little moved," said Jiang Kuo.

Duan Feifan smiled and said nothing.

"Take this..." Duan Ling walked out of the back door, holding a ointment in his hand. When he handed it to him, he saw his cell phone and was stunned. "Where is the video?"

"Well," Duan Feifan responded, "Follow Jiang Kuo."

"Who?" Jiang Kuo was leaning against the wall, and stood up straight, with a serious expression on his face.

"Duan Ling." Duan Feifan said.

"Hello Sister Ling." Jiang Kuo immediately said hello.

"Oh, okay, have you eaten?" Duan Ling came over and waved his hand. He left the screen without waiting for Jiang Kuo to answer and threw the ointment on Duan Feifan's legs. "Why did you two get videos as soon as you got home..."

"If you want to dial the voice, you clicked the wrong one," said Jiang Kuo, "and just have a video."

"Then you two talk," Duan Ling pointed to the ointment, "Wipe this later. Is your mouth getting angry?"

"Ah," Duan Feifan touched his mouth, "Is it still obvious?"

"Your aunt said it was anger, and I said it was a fight," Duan Ling said, "I guessed it was wrong?"

"What are you betting on?" Duan Feifan turned to look at her.

"I have a meal at the door tonight," Duan Ling said.

"I'm getting angry." Duan Feifan said.

"Duan Feifan, do you just want to cheat me!" Duan Ling shouted.

"Do I dare to cheat my aunt?" Duan Feifan said.

Duan Ling stared at him and turned around and left.

"I didn't scold you." Jiang Kuo said with a smile.

"Little Master, listen," Duan Feifan said, "Why don't she pretend to be a lady?"

Someone from Jiang Kuo called him, and he responded and looked at the screen: "The meal is ready, I'll go to have a meal."

Duan Feifan glanced at the back door and leaned closer to the screen: "Come on, kiss me, pout your mouth."

"Where is revenge?" Jiang Kuo smiled.

"Yeah," Duan Feifan said, "I want to take screenshots."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo stared at the camera.

"Look soon, I've had a meal, and it's hard to kiss after a mouthful of oil." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth and pouted to the screen.

Duan Feifan quickly took the screenshot, and then leaned over: "mua! Let's go to have a meal." "I'll find me after I finish my work in the afternoon." Jiang Kuo said.

"Yes." Duan Feifan nodded.

When Duan Feifan returned to the house, the old aunt leaned on the chair and took a nap, while the old uncle sat on the chair at the door smoking.

"I'll go out for a walk," he said while taking a snack.

"Go," said the old uncle, "bring a bottle of vinegar when you come back."

"Okay." Duan Feifan stretched.

The market was relatively idle at noon, with few people, and the noisy sounds were much lower, exuding a lazy atmosphere, as if everyone was sleepy.

He walked slowly through the market, and he knew many of these people. As long as he stayed here for three or five years, even if he had a permanent population, he would have some contacts. Those who were farther away from Niu Sandao would at least be familiar with each other.

There are not many people like Niu Sandao who have worked for twenty or thirty years in the market. Lao Zhang is one of them. There are several dry goods areas there and two seasoning stores... More people work here for a few years, but they can't continue to work. If they do well, they can change to better deals.

Duan Feifan's perception of many things comes from this market, socializing, treating people and things, observing words and expressions, good and bad, what can be done and what cannot be done...

Some are correct, some are wrong, and you need to identify them bit by bit in the days to come. If you accept them in full, you will stay here forever.

He is still here, although he is not willing, when the market may be demolished and life may undergo huge changes, he will still be as nervous as many people.

There was no one in Lao Zhang's store, and Lao Zhang sat at the door of the store and cursed.

He was obviously not angry enough, probably because he had been scolding for a long time. He cursed at the market when he expressed his emotions that he didn't want to stay here for a second, and would use the same curses to express his willingness to stay here until death.

"Have Lang back?" Old Zhang's boss saw Duan Feifan and took the time to ask.

"Yes," Duan Feifan replied, "Uncle Zhang, haven't you taken a short break?"

"Squint," Old Zhang shook at him and snorted, "Your family is about to beg for food, can you still squint?"

"We want to eat together," Duan Feifan said, "Do you still have time to worry about us?"

"Fuck," Old Zhang threw the cigarette butt that had already been wiped out in his hand and stood up, "Don't fucking curse me!"

Duan Feifan smiled, quickly passed through several meat stalls next to him, and turned a corner.

The old man Zhang seemed to have re-injected his vitality behind him, and his cursing voices rose a lot.

There are several lounges in the Market Management Office, where the administrator will rest. Sometimes after patrolling around the market, they will come here to hide from the laziness first and then go back to the office.

What Duan Feifan is looking for is Brother Wen, a guest in the lounge. He is in his forties and his first job is a market administrator. Because he loves the lounge too much, he is still an administrator when he is about to demolish the market. He has not even been promoted to a sesame official.

But he is the person who knows the market best. He has watched Duan Feifan grow up and takes good care of Duan Feifan. He smoked his butt and was chased by Duan Lao Er.

"Hurry up," Brother Wen grabbed a handful of cards, "Get out quickly, I'll go out for a walk after playing this game."

Another administrator, Xiao Cao, threw out several cards.

Brother Wen immediately threw a few pictures.

Duan Feifan stood behind him: "Hiss..."

"Fuck," Brother Wen immediately wavered at the cards he threw out. He wanted to reach out and took them back, but he was not moved. When he turned around, he saw that it was Duan Feifan. He frowned, "Where was wrong? What was wrong! If I don't play like this, how can I play!"

"Tooth pain." Duan Feifan touched his face.

Xiao Cao immediately laughed loudly.

"Just," Brother Wen turned his hand and slapped him, "Just fuck me!"

"Beat you," Duan Feifan avoided, "and he'll be in a circle in a while."

"How did you get up?" Brother Wen looked at the card, "You can't enter here casually."

"The rear window was turned in." Duan Feifan said.

Brother Wen tsk: "You open your mouth and come... There are fruits on the table, so eat them there."

Duan Feifan leaned against the chair next to him, stretched his legs and slowly shook his toes. When Brother Wen finished playing cards, he turned his head to him, he stood up and walked out of the back door with Brother Wen.
To be continued...