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After eating the dumplings, he returned to the new store. Jiang Kuo took a USB flash drive from his backpack's small pocket and inserted it on his phone.

"Popularize the screen." Duan Feifan said suddenly.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo was stunned. "We are now a high-end beef restaurant with TV sets." Duan Feifan reminded him.

"Okay, try high-end equipment." Jiang Kuo nodded.

There is a TV set on the wall. In order to broadcast some promotional videos, the screen is facing the street. In order not to reveal the childhood privacy of Master Hirao, they pulled the store halfway down.

"Just have another sofa." Jiang Kuo said while sitting on the folding chair.

"Make a circle of sofas and put a bar on it," Duan Feifan took a chair and sat next to him. "Sauce Beef Salon, membership system."

Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time and pointed out his own photo.

When he was picking photos at home, he didn't look at them carefully. He copied them in order anyway. Jiang always kept them carefully in the order of age.

When Jiang Kuo first clicked, he was stunned for a moment when he opened it.

"This..." Duan Feifan looked at the child wearing only a small wool hat on the big screen, "Fortunately I thought about closing the door."

"Is this me? Isn't it Jiang Le'er?" Jiang Kuo looked down at his phone, then left and took a look, "It's written as Kuo."

"Young Master," Duan Feifan glanced at him and pointed at the child on the screen. "You can't see such a big little chicken? How could it be Jiang Le..."

Jiang Kuo looked at himself naked on the screen and was silent for a while: "Is it big?"

Duan Feifan choked for a moment, turned his head and coughed a few times.

Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time: "Mr. Jiang has kept all the photos without deleting them. I have never seen them."

"I can't bear to bear it, it's hidden," Duan Feifan said, "How cute."

Jiang Kuo flipped back and lies on the carpet neatly dressed, looking at the camera expressionlessly.

Duan Feifan couldn't help but glance at Jiang Kuo's face next to him. Many people can see a little bit of their current shadow when they were several months or one or two years old. Jiang Kuo was very cute when he was a child, like a doll, but compared with him now, you can tell that he is the same person.

By the way, there are expressions.

Jiang Kuo flipped back all the way. Whether the children in the photo were sitting, lying down, or standing in a chair, they were mostly serious in their expressions, not smiling, and looking at the camera very seriously.

"You..." Duan Feifan looked at Jiang Kuo again, "I was very cool when I was a child." "My mother said she was stupid." Jiang Kuo said, "Other children laughed when they looked at the camera, and I felt like I didn't understand what this was doing."

"Do you really don't understand? Or is it a little bit stubborn?" Duan Feifan asked.

"...I don't know! I wasn't one year old at that time!" Jiang Kuo shouted, and turned his head to look at him, "This kind of age that I don't remember is very miserable. It's up to others to arrange it, to discredit others, or to do it by my own mother."

Duan Feifan smiled for a long time.

"Look at the bigger one!" Jiang Kuo quickly pulled back.

Duan Feifan looked at the small Jiang Kuo that kept sliding across the screen, and slowly turned into a larger small Jiang Kuo bit by bit.

When Jiang Kuo was one or two years old, the scenes of the photos began to become very rich, and the number of characters gradually increased.

"These children don't know who they are," said Jiang Kuo. "The one with the blue hat is Jiang Lelai, the one with the overalls is me. The other children of Mr. Jiang's friends may be from neighbors or kindergartens."

"So beautiful." Duan Feifan said.

"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You and Jiang are all right," Duan Feifan said, "At first glance, they are the children of rich people... Mr. Jiang did not start from scratch. When you were so old, the family was already in good condition."

"He just made up stories. When he was born, his family had money. When he started his business, my grandfather gave him the money," said Jiang Kuo. "Later, of course, it was up to him... It was similar to me, not as good as you."

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan looked at him.

"You are taking your own money," said Jiang Kuo. "You can't give anything from your parents, and it's limited to helping you."

"But I have a strong ability to find partners." Duan Feifan said with a smile.

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded, "Then so do I."

Jiang Kuo's photos look like they were taken by Mr. Jiang with a camera. They don't look like posing in the studio, and they won't be like Duan Feifan's classmates when he was a child who went to the photo studio to stand in front of the page-turning background.

Jiang Kuo’s photos can be seen. The young master of Xingchui and Hirao has been a real young master since he was born. Needless to mention the scenes of life, the photos after he got older were all kinds of horse riding, archery, fencing, and skiing. They all looked very handsome and handsome.

Jiang Kuo's life is presented to Duan Feifan through photos. It is simple in form but rich in content, filling Duan Feifan's image about Jiang Kuo in his mind.

This is completely different from the feeling that Duan Feifan had scanned it before and had not seen it much.

Now, with curious and exploratory eyes, he watched Jiang Kuo grow up calmly, from a round-faced doll to a slender and handsome boy.

I even saw the cannons of young and young people, and several Yang Ke who flashed by.

The older the photos, the fewer the photos. It is estimated that after Jiang Kuo grew up, Mr. Jiang no longer has so many opportunities to follow him to take photos.

However, it can be seen that Jiang Kuo has never had many friends. Apart from group photos at school, his photos rarely appear in Jiang Lelia and Da Cannon.

"The cannon has been so round since he was a child." Duan Feifan said.

"Like an old-fashioned shell," Jiang Kuo gestured, "The round one, when he was a child, he hit someone with his head when he fought with someone, and he was called a cannon."

"...He wants to be in our market like this," Duan Feifan said, "it must be called a sledgehammer."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked with interest.

"Siege Hammer," Duan Feifan said, "Do you still remember when I asked for money for Ma Xiao, there was someone named Bang'er among the people I called?"

"Don't make things difficult for me." Jiang Kuo said, "What I can remember is 'a group of people', only the whole, no individual."

"Okay," Duan Feifan said with a smile, "Ban'er has a younger brother who likes to hit people with his head when fighting, so he is called Chuan'er. The two brothers are Bangmao."

Jiang Kuo smiled for a long time: "It's really hurt."

After reading the photos, an hour passed without feeling at all.

Duan Feifan began to install the light strip on the display rack. Jiang Kuo hung a cork photo wall, turned around and leaned against the wall, watching Duan Feifan work.

Duan Feifan took off his coat and was wearing the doll inside. Jiang Kuo looked at it with some emotion.

Seeing Duan Feifan's waist exposed from under the brother's dog when he raised his hand, he felt a little thirsty again.

"Is there water?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"There is in the water dispenser," Duan Feifan looked back at him, "I changed the water in the morning."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo walked to the water dispenser and looked at it. There was no paper cup.

Of course not. This water dispenser was used by their store, with two mugs next to it, one of which was Duan Feifan. He knew that Duan Feifan used this in the cottage on the third floor, which was very black, and easy to recognize.

I don't know whose other white one belongs to.

Who else is here?

Uncle and aunt? They use thermos.

...Which is used by Fan Jiabao?

When this name popped up in his mind, Jiang Kuo himself was shocked.

Theoretically, his feelings about Fan Jiabao should be jealous, but it is quite shocking to be jealous and so omnipresent.

"Don't tell me that you don't know how to use a water dispenser." Duan Feifan looked at him with a light strip.

"This cup is yours, right?" Jiang Kuo pointed at the black cup.

"Well," Duan Feifan said, "It's yours."

"Is that right?" Jiang Kuo was a little confused, "Is it mine? Why do you look very unfamiliar?"

"Damn," Duan Feifan was a little helpless, "It's not enough to recognize people, but it's bad to remember things. You used that cup once, and the one I used to drink brown sugar water when I went with Ding Zhe. I specially brought it to me today."

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo thought, "It's it..."

"I washed it. If you think you don't know it, use my one," Duan Feifan said, "My one has also washed it and it's not useful."

"You are quite familiar with Ding Zhe," said Jiang Kuo.

Duan Feifan tsk: "Kill Ding Zhe."

"I think it's OK." Jiang Kuo picked up the unfamiliar white cup. He didn't pay attention to it when he used it last time. Now he found a line of words on the cup, "The 5th Sun Cup Market Song God Competition... Second place?"

"Yes." Duan Feifan finished the last snap buckle of the light strip, turned on the switch and tried it.

The light strips on the entire display rack were lit up at the same time, and the shelf became more advanced instantly. The value of several beef packaging bags and bottles of meat sauce placed on the rack also increased sharply.

"Please invite me below!" Duan Feifan suddenly turned around, grabbed the switch of the light strip in his hand, pressed it twice, and the light flashed twice. He held a change of vertebrae, "Duan Xiaohao from Niu Sandao Duan Feifan combination!"

Jiang Kuo was stunned for a moment before hilarious.

"Is the uncle called Duan Xiaohao?" He clapped while cheering.

"Well," Duan Feifan said, "My father is Duan Yingjie. Doesn't he sound like Xiaohao's father?"

"Yes, how did this name be given?" Jiang Kuo asked with a smile.

"My master got it, and he was very serious at the beginning. When my uncle was, he suddenly didn't want to use his brain," Duan Feifan said, "When you wave your hand, call Xiaohao, please."

"It's okay, your dad doesn't call you Duan Xiaofan, at least," said Jiang Kuo.

"You are quite good at guessing. My dad said he wanted to have another daughter when he had the chance, so he was named Duan Xiaofan," Duan Feifan said, "and then... he had no chance."
To be continued...