The 95-small hot pot is quite delicious. It’s just a bit in a hurry. It only takes half an hour from serving the food to finishing. Sometimes it takes more than twenty minutes for them to go to the cafeteria to have a meal and chat.

But at least I got tired of it for half an hour.

"I'll take you back to school with you." Duan Feifan said.

"I said the opposite," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm accompanying you to the hospital."

Duan Feifan did not refuse, they swept the bike and rode to the hospital together.

"The class will be a second class in a while," said Jiang Kuo.

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "By the door, I guess I'll get the stop."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo said.

After watching Duan Feifan enter the hospital gate, Jiang Kuo stood on the street for a while.

Then I looked at the shop next to me. After all, it was a hospital and there was no shop around that looked comfortable and could accommodate people.

Finally he entered a dessert shop and ordered a bowl of small dumplings.

Lunch is much longer than Duan Feifan’s normal fast food. He will only stay in the hospital for another twenty minutes before he has to go to school. Jiang Kuo plans to wait for him here and go back to school together in a while.

He originally wanted to say something to Duan Feifan, telling him that he was waiting for him at the door, but because both of them knew very well, he didn't say it.

Although he felt distressed about Duan Feifan's state of being afraid of him and never wanting him to be a little "wronged", he noticed that he didn't know when he started, and he would think a lot.

The little dumplings are quite hot and smell very fragrant. This meal is a bit miserable.

A very thin and soft disposable plastic bowl, and a small spoon that is bigger than a thumb, are not as good as takeaway delivery. The first time he went to barbecue with Duan Feifan, I felt similar when I saw the plastic bags on the plate containing the meat.

He scooped up a small dumpling and put it in his mouth. Before he could bite it, the stinging pain from the inner side of his lips and tongue immediately spit out the dumplings again.

In order to prevent the small dumplings that had already entered the mouth from "polluting" a whole bowl of small dumplings, Jiang Kuo tried his best to pick them up with a spoon and spit them on the spoon.

Then he covered his mouth, frowned and solidified for a while, waiting for the stinging sensation in his mouth to slowly fade.

"It's hot?" The boss lady walked over and looked at him.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

"Slow down," said the boss lady while tidying up, "It won't be so hot after two minutes."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo said.

In fact, it is not hot for the dumplings. The dumplings are not hot enough to be so hot. The hot pot in your mouth should be too urgent to eat before. Once the meat is rinsed and dipped, it will be put in your mouth, bite after bite.

He couldn't eat the little dumplings in the spoon anymore. While the boss's wife was not paying attention, she wrapped a napkin and put them in her pocket. When the dumplings in the bowl were no longer steaming, he ate the remaining few dumplings.

I was anxious before when I came over, and I didn't think about it when I came over. Only then did he notice that there should be several places in his mouth that were burned. The most serious thing was the inner side of his lips. I could see two blisters after taking a photo with my phone.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

Duan Feifan really rolled out the hospital gate like the wind after more than twenty minutes. There was no shared car nearby to sweep. He even started running directly after leaving the gate.

If Jiang Kuo hadn't had a sprint, the ending would have been that they would have gone to school one after another...

"Duan Feifan!" Jiang Kuo roared when he was still ten meters away, and the blisters in his mouth also roared in pain.

Duan Feifan suddenly stopped suddenly, and when he turned around and ran back in shock when he saw it was him: "I thought I heard it wrong? Why are you still here?"

"I thought you would not have to go to school in a long time, so I wanted to wait together," said Jiang Kuo, "What are you running for?"

"I don't know, I want to get to school soon." Duan Feifan smiled.

"Are you really planning to run back to school?" Jiang Kuo was speechless.

"No," Duan Feifan smiled and hugged his shoulder, "I want to run to the parking point in front and grab a car."

"Go over," said Jiang Kuo, "I don't want to run."

"It's okay to climb over," Duan Feifan said.

"...that won't be done." Jiang Kuo said.

When they returned to school, they were a little earlier than the estimated time. They were sitting in the classroom and waiting for several minutes before classmates came in one after another.

The injury on the old uncle's head was not too serious, but the sprain on his waist was not very moving at present. Duan Feifan sat next to him and lowered his head and wrote quickly. Before the old uncle could move, he wanted someone to help him.

Jiang Kuo took advantage of his attention to his phone and quickly turned his head to turn on the camera on his phone.

He hasn't eaten hot pot in such a hurry since he was a child, so it was the first time he was burned by the mouth like this. Now he feels that his tongue is so painful when he moves. He pulls his lips and uses a camera to look at the situation in his mouth.

"What's wrong with your mouth?" Duan Feifan turned his head.

"No," Jiang Kuo smacked his lips twice, "I bite it."

"No." Duan Feifan suddenly reached out and pinched his chin.

I don’t know if it’s because he grew up in the market since he was a child, Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifan was so skillful that he didn’t even have time to react, and his mouth was pinched open by Duan Feifan.

Then Duan Feifan grabbed his lower lip and pulled it. After a glance, he raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It's hot, this is it."

From pinching your chin to letting go after watching it, the set of movements that flowed in the clouds only took two seconds.

Jiang Kuo spoke after a while: "Damn."

"Why is it hot?" Duan Feifan asked, "Is it hot pot?"

"...Hmm." Jiang Kuo sighed.

"It's too urgent to eat." Duan Feifan also sighed.

"When I was a child, I was burned when I drank hot water." Jiang Kuo said.

"Come on, you usually eat and drink water slowly," Duan Feifan said.

"Yes, it's just that it's too fast to eat," Jiang Kuo smiled, "Who made you want to eat this meal at noon and don't want to change the time."

"My fault." Duan Feifan frowned.

"This is not a good question. If there is any right or wrong in this kind of thing, it is impossible to be wrong," Jiang Kuo turned his head and looked at him, "but he could not have done so."

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded.

"You just did that," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, "I always feel like what kind of work you do... do you kill a chicken?"

"...Check the ox bones," Duan Feifan reached out and pinched his chin again, then gestured on his neck and face, "Pick it up, cut it down, and then slash it down, and take everything..."

Jiang Kuo looked at him.

Duan Feifan let go of his hand and made a move to hang the meat: "One hang, it's OK."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo couldn't help laughing for a long time, "Heartless."

The joy and unpleasantness brought by this meal cannot be offset by each other. Eat together and go to the hospital and go back to school together. The pleasant process, even if it is only one or ten minutes, is enjoyable.

But the invisible and intangible pressure that Duan Feifan bears for this enjoyment cannot be described as light but real, and cannot be described. It cannot be integrated with this pleasure, but follows like a shadow.

Jiang Kuo wanted to untie this entanglement. Duan Feifan said at the beginning that he would be unreserved and do his best. Now, thinking about it again, the sentence that shocked and moved him at the beginning seemed to have become a burden to Duan Feifan.

But after all, he doesn't see clearly as he imagined, and he doesn't know how to untie it. Even from some perspectives, he will be afraid of really untie it.

But reality doesn't give them much time to think about these things. There are several exams in April, so you have to study hard, and there are reports on experimental classes...

After Niu Sandao reopened, the business scope of the new uncle who invited him to help was very clear. In the past, some other work that the uncle did was not within the scope, so Duan Feifan had to go back to Niu Sandao every day to do the miscellaneous work.

One advantage of such busy and repetitive days is that they can quickly enter a state of stiffness.

I ate and did my homework in class, and I was quite stable.

And they have other things to be busy with in the gap here, so they are even more stable.

Yang Ke has been waiting for the call for a long time. After Jiang Kuo arranged preliminary preparations for him, he sorted out the online store registration process, the materials needed to be prepared, as well as the specific handling in less than two days.

"Is there any other job?" Yang Ke asked Jiang Kuo on the phone, "You haven't returned to the community for two days. Do you want me to go to your school for an interview?"

"No," Jiang Kuo said quickly, "You stay here first."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Duan Feifan, who was holding Ding Zhe's homework next to him and following the painting: "Have you ever been busy with something Niu Sandao has been unable to get busy recently?"

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan raised his head, "What?"

"Isn't Duan Ling still running to the store? What are some of the miscellaneous work in the store?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Duan Feifan was stunned for two seconds, and after breaking out of the idea of ​​copying homework, he couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you?"

"That's what I am." Jiang Kuo said.

"Meet again," Yang Ke walked out of the building and extended his hand to Duan Feifan from afar. "Dong Kun, we will have to meet again when we cooperate in the future."

"Duan Feifan." Duan Feifan shook hands with him after he came over.

"My name is Yang Ke, and my surname is not Duan." Yang Ke smiled.

"My surname is Duan." Duan Feifan said, "Duan Feifan."

Yang Ke held his hand and looked at him.

"Duan Feifan." Duan Feifan pulled out his hand, "I, Duan Feifan."

Jiang Kuo suspected that Duan Feifan did it on purpose. He was a social king and could not have anything else to say except to report his name when facing Yang Ke.

Jiang Kuo had very reason to suspect that he was using this communication method like teaching elementary school students to memorize words to express protest against Dong Kun occupying Jiang Kuo's boyfriend for a long time.
To be continued...