My dad looked at him and asked again after a while: "Don't you have a better wine?"

"Isn't this good?" Duan Feifan said, "the wine that I'm used to drinking."

My father smiled and said nothing. He patted his shoulder twice and grabbed it very hard.

The labor reform in the past ten years of prison has not been in vain. My father's hand is as strong as before, and this hand almost made him stand up.

"What," Dad looked at him, "I can't stand it if I pinch it so gently?"

"It's okay," Duan Feifan moved his arm, "It's just that."

When my father saw him like this, he immediately grabbed his shoulder and pinched it hard.

"Hey!" Duan Feifan had a lucky break and tightened the muscles on his shoulders.

My father added some strength as if he was competing with him, and finally patted him with a smile: "You guy, you have muscles."

"How is it?" Duan Feifan raised his eyebrows with some smugness.

"Yes," the father laughed a few times, "Yes, I deserve to be my son."

Very childish.

While listening to Dong Kun and the others chatting, Jiang Kuo watched Duan Feifan and his son interact like kindergarten children.

Duan Feifan's unconscious childish expression in front of his own father made Jiang Kuo feel very moved.

They are already over the age of age, but he still feels this way.

What a cute boy, what a charming boy, what a sexy boy...

It's mine.

Hahahahahahaha.

When Uncle Duan's eyes swept over, Jiang Kuo held his cheek and was cheering, his mouth was still open and he had no time to close it.

This glance made him almost choke.

"This kid has loved to be stubborn with me since he was a child." Uncle Duan said with a smile.

"It hasn't changed at all." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan turned his head and looked at him, smiling and saying nothing.

"What do you see?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Look at you being stupid," Duan Feifan curled his lips, "Silly boy."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo said.

The waiter brought the wine in. Dong Kun and the others had ordered the dishes, and they were all served soon.

After the wine was poured, the old uncle stood up with the glass of wine: "Sit down and don't move, I'll just say a word."

When recording the video, the uncle was so nervous that he jumped up all the words, but now he seemed very comfortable. It seemed that he was in an uproar.

"Our old Duan family has always been the pillar of the body," said the old uncle. "No matter how many years have passed, no matter how many things have happened, it is in me..."

The uncle pounded his chest: "Duan Laosan's heart!"

"Be gentle," said Uncle Duan, "I coughed after a while."

"Stop interrupting!" The old uncle glared at him.

"You continue." Uncle Duan said.

"The second child is always the second child, and it will not change!" The old uncle raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

"It won't change!" Ding Zhe immediately roared.

"It won't change!" The group of people shouted in groups.

"Cheer to the third brother's nonsense." Uncle Duan raised his glass.

While Jiang Kuo looked up at Duan Feifan next to him while drinking, he found that he had just raised his head and fucked.

"Are you planning to faint now?" Jiang Kuo asked in a low voice.

"Today I will open your eyes," Duan Feifan said, "I can hold on."

It was indeed an eye-opener. Jiang Kuo felt that Duan Feifan's alcohol tolerance had always been Schrödinger. You didn't know if he was pouring one or two cups before he poured it.

Today, it refreshed Jiang Kuo's perception of his alcohol tolerance.

Duan Feifan actually drank two small pot heads.

Not only did I finish drinking, but my eyes were still very bright.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Kuo stared at him. "Yes." Duan Feifan raised his eyebrows.

"Did you pretend before?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Who knows," Duan Feifan said with a smile, "Maybe it's just to let you serve me."

Jiang Kuo stared at him up and down: "I really feel this way now."

Duan Feifan laughed, then opened his arms.

As soon as this action came out, Jiang Kuo knew that he was still drunk.

Before he could hide, Duan Feifan had already hugged him and hugged him affectionately.

Fortunately, everyone drank a lot, Uncle Duan's tongue became bigger and his eyes were distracted. Everyone was happy to see.

"Can it work?" Jiang Kuo patted Duan Feifan's back.

"It can be done," Duan Feifan said, "Today is the highlight of my drinking for more than ten years."

When the meal was over, everyone was still able to call him except Duan Feifan and his son. Dong Kun originally wanted to call two drivers, but he couldn't find a truck for a while, so he had to drive a few cars separately.

Duan Feifan meant that although he was leaving some time alone for his father today, he still had to send him back to the rented house. For a long time from now on, he and his father will be home there.

But my dad refused to send him home and squeezed into the same car as my uncle.

"Dad?" Duan Feifan supported the car door and looked at him.

My father didn't say anything, turned around and looked out the window, pretending not to hear him speak.

"You and Jiang Kuo go back to school or his place first," the old uncle waved his hand and whispered, "Give me the key, I'll send it back to the house later."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything and stared at his dad.

"Don't be stubborn with him," the old aunt whispered in the passenger seat, "key."

Duan Feifan was a little unhappy. From the time his father came out to now, the feeling of being far and near slowly came from joy. At the moment, he knew very well that his father was hiding from him, out of guilt, embarrassment, or the sense of alienation that he had not been together for many years.

He was a little anxious, but there was no better way.

Jiang Kuo leaned over from behind, took out the key from his pocket, put it in his uncle's hand, and then pulled him away from the car door.

"Uncle Duan, have a good rest later." Jiang Kuo said.

"Oh, okay," my dad didn't act deaf and immediately responded, "You should have a good rest too. You are tired after running this trip today."

After the car drove away, Duan Feifan was still staring at the butt of the car, and then sighed until he couldn't see it.

The car of the Module Group has also arrived. Dong Kun has not gotten in the car yet, so he looked at them: "I'll say something now."

"Say it," Duan Feifan said, "Duan Laoer will never change in your Dong Laosi's heart."

"Are you crazy?" Dong Kun laughed for a long time after listening to it. "We took a taxi back to school. I'll go home with my car tonight. You two take a taxi away by yourself."

"Don't worry," Duan Feifan pointed at Jiang Kuo, "There is someone who is not drunk here."

"Let's go." Dong Kun said.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Don't drive drunk." Dong Kun explained again.

"I only speeded more than a few times and had never driven drunk." Jiang Kuo said.

"Is speeding a good thing to say?" Dong Kun said.

"Ah——" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Can you leave?"

"Let's go." Dong Kun got into the car.

Several people in the car reached out and waved to them.

Jiang Kuo waved his hand, then took out his cell phone to call a taxi. Duan Feifan hugged him from behind, lowered his head and put his chin on his shoulder: "I'm a little dizzy."

"Hold for a while," said Jiang Kuo, "the car is still seven hundred meters away from us."

Duan Feifan stood up to the car with great competing strength, and then leaned on him again after getting in the car.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Kuo asked with his head turned around.

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded with his eyes closed, "I just felt a little dizzy."

"Then you'll be dizzy," said Jiang Kuo, "I'll call you when I get to the place."

"Do you go back to the tenth floor?" Duan Feifan asked.
To be continued...