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Jiang Kuo's learning ability is not reflected at all in the matter of peeling oranges. Peeling one into pieces and breaking the ground.

"It's just like this if you peel an orange," Duan Feifan was speechless, "Have you ever peeled an orange?"

"Peeling less," said Jiang Kuo, "I don't like to eat fruits very much. Unless Aunt Liu peels it and puts it on my hand, I'll make do with a few bites."

"Then you are suffering now." Duan Feifan opened his mouth.

Jiang Kuo stuffed half an orange into his mouth: "It's okay, just don't let me peel an apple for you."

Duan Feifan sighed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo glanced at him.

"I remember when I was a child, I peeled oranges for Duan Ling. They were all peeled and put into a bowl," Duan Feifan said while eating, "Then sprinkle some sugar and she will eat it again."

"Are you a little too wonderful to think about it?" Jiang Kuo tskated, "You are Duan Ling, and I are you, and you will find you a bowl of sugar?"

Duan Feifan laughed: "I just recall it."

"Duan Ling can enjoy it very much." Jiang Kuo said, "Aunt Liu has never done it for me like this."

"Baby daughter," Duan Feifan said, "I have been spoiled since I was a child, so I have a big temper."

"Is this anger?" Jiang Kuo asked, "I am only one cousin, my uncle's child. My father is the only son. I have no other brothers and sisters. If my cousin dares to impose me like this, I will beat him."

"No, I don't regard me as an outsider, but my brother is so useless," Duan Feifan said, "My uncle and aunt are both, and I can't be beaten or scolded, just like my own child."

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "I understand this, but I feel that you still care. While knowing that this is really good to you, you still feel like you are living under someone else's roof."

"Can you not care?" Duan Feifan said, "It was fine when I lived in my tits house. After all, she only took me a child, and she didn't have the guilt of robbing anyone's love."

"I thought you were always in Niu Sandao?" Jiang Kuo peeled another orange and prepared to stuff it into his mouth half. He thought about it and split it again, peeled out two petals and put it in his mouth.

"My parents had just divorced for two years, and my dad and uncle wanted to separate, so they were very busy and didn't care about me," Duan Feifan said. "I just lived in my grandma's house. Later, he didn't make any trouble and took me home. After living there for less than two years, he went to jail."

Jiang Kuo sighed: "You didn't tell me so much last time."

"What's the relationship between us last time?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Isn't that a friend too?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Then won't you ask?" Duan Feifan said, "Ding Zhe and his group just chased and asked, just like the tabloid reporter interviewed."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "That's bad, what if you don't want to say it."

"If you don't want to say it, I won't say it," Duan Feifan looked ahead and found that the people's cars were no longer driving. "We usually communicate, but we are not particularly qualified. Just have a rough number."

"It's pretty good," said Jiang Kuo, "no guess."

The car drove forward for a while, and Duan Feifan glanced at the dashboard: "Hiss..."

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo turned his head, "Is he kowtow again?"

"There is a problem with tire pressure," Duan Feifan looked at the right rearview mirror, "Right rear wheel, look at it."

Jiang Kuo poked his head and looked at the rear wheel. Sure enough, he found that the right rear wheel was flattering than the front, and collapsed out when he was under pressure: "This is the tire that was pierced."

"Is there a spare tire?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Yes," said Jiang Kuo, "Can you change it? Can you still hold on for a while?"

"Try it." Duan Feifan continued to drive a piece forward. When he looked over, he found that the wheels were obviously collapsed. "Switch it, it's very tying. If you don't change it, the tire will be scrapped."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo sighed.

Duan Feifan found a very small fork on the left in front and turned the car in.

As soon as Jiang Kuo got off the car, he opened the door and got on the car, put on his jacket that he had thrown in the back seat. He looked at the sun outside and the people were quite warm, and he suddenly wanted to tremble as soon as he got off the car.

Duan Feifan got off the car after putting on his coat, and went around to the right rear wheel and kicked: "Change me?"

"Usually, I will let the cannon be replaced in this situation." Jiang Kuo said.

"...I'll change." Duan Feifan went over and opened the trunk, "Don't you always play with a car? Don't you change your tires?"

"Switch it too, if you don't change it, I will do it." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan took out the toolbox and glanced at him: "You go back to the car and sit."

"That's not possible," Jiang Kuo hugged his arms, "I have to visit it."

"It's a fee," Duan Feifan said, "Scan the code in a while, one thousand."

"You are robbing money!" Jiang Kuo shouted.

"I can connect a pipe to the washing machine for nine hundred yuan," Duan Feifan said.

"Damn." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan was quite skilled in changing tires. He stretched out the jack, then took off his coat and threw it on the roof.

With the cross wrench, a screw was removed soon.

Jiang Kuo really likes to watch Duan Feifan work, pick up the tubes of the washing machine, make beef sauce, and change the tires. Duan Feifan's movements are very skillful and handsome.

When removing the third screw, Jiang Kuo squatted behind him, picked up his clothes with his hand, and touched his back.

Duan Feifan stopped his movements and looked back at him: "Don't take the opportunity to be a hooligan during working hours."

"My hands are not cold, right?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"That's right," Duan Feifan continued to unload the screws, "You haven't taken out your hand yet."

Jiang Kuo touched his back again, and this time he touched his waist from his back to the side.

Duan Feifan sighed, and the cross wrench supported the ground and turned around: "Well?"

Jiang Kuoxiao stood up and said nothing.

Duan Feifan threw down the wrench and stood up, looking at him.

"Continue," Jiang Kuo turned his head, "I won't argue with you anymore."

Duan Feifan still looked at him, stared at him for a long time before saying, "The injury on my mouth is almost healed."

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo didn't react at once.

Duan Feifan reached out and grabbed the chest of his coat.

"Damn!" Jiang Kuo shouted, "Wait for your hand!" Then Duan Feifan pulled him in front of him.

Jiang Kuo tripped by the gravel at his feet, and supported the car door with his hand before he could not hit Duan Feifan.

Duan Feifan leaned against the car and looked at him, his voice low: "I said I'm healed."

"I heard it." Jiang Kuo looked at him, feeling his voice becoming hoarse because of the sudden acceleration of his heart.

It sounds like I've been thirsty for three days.

Duan Feifan leaned forward.

In the cold wind, you can still feel Duan Feifan's breathing on his face with body temperature, with a dizzy warmth.

The moment Duan Feifan's lips touched him, Jiang Kuo carefully met him.

The injury must have not healed. It was still swollen when you could see it, but the touch was soft. The softness and temperature were not felt at all when you knocked it with your teeth that day.

There is also a faint orange fragrance.

The wind was blowing very fast, passing through the middle of their noses, the middle of their foreheads, and the middle of their necks.

But there is no feeling at this moment, no feeling of cold or hot.

I can't even hear the sound of the wind, it's the sound of my heartbeat.

It was not until a car hit the horn when it passed by the outside road that they suddenly separated.

Duan Feifan cleared his throat, turned around and squatted down to continue removing the last screw.

"What do you feel?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Don't say you don't feel anything," Duan Feifan said, "It hurts your self-esteem."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Does the injury on his mouth hurt?"

Duan Feifan rubbed his back on his mouth with his hands: "It's really a matter of inconspicuous, it's broken again."

"Did you get bleeding?" Jiang Kuo leaned over and saw a faint blood mark on the back of his hand. He was surprised, "I didn't feel the smell of blood just now."

"The blood comes one step later, we didn't catch up when we were holding each other." Duan Feifan took off the tire and put it under the bottom of the car.

Jiang Kuo went over and helped roll the spare tire over and installed it.

Someone was shouting at the walkie-talkie in the car, but I didn't know what was shouting.

Jiang Kuo turned on the walkie-talkie and took it out: "We have tied the tires and just replaced it with spare tires."

"Where is it?" Dong Kun's voice was on the intercom, "Have you done it done? Do we need to go back and help? Do you need help?"

Jiang Kuo sighed, Dong Kun insisted on repeating each sentence twice, and he had to wait for a long time to have the chance to speak: "No, it's been changed, so let's go."

"Let's go." Duan Feifan had already put down the old fetus he had replaced.
To be continued...