Chapter 34

I cried again.

Yan Hang patted lightly on the back of the first day.

The first time cried in memory was standing in front of his house, crying very unrestrainedly.

Today's two times are obviously more restrained than the first time, and don't cry like a child anymore.

But for Yan Hang, it was still the same.

No matter how much the appearance of the first day of the first day has changed from a year ago, when he sees the first day of the first year crying, he will still feel like a wronged puppy.

And he would still be a little helpless.

He has been to so many places, seen so many people, and can judge a lot of things with one sentence and one expression, but he is always just passing by in other people's world, watching from a distance.

No one has ever cried in front of him.

Tears were warm, and the low voice of crying was right in my ears, and there was no distance.

He would even tremble in his heart with the emotions of the first day, but he didn't know what to do.

Growing up so big, the only "payment" he can feel is his father.

His father's dedication to him can make him bear countless unease.

And the first day is the second one.

Clumsy and persistent, but true.

He didn't know how to respond, he didn't even know how to say goodbye.

He thought too much, his fears, his worries, his bewilderment, he couldn't express.

On the first day, didn't think about anything.

Like the first time said.

Even if he keeps the old number, even if he keeps the gift from the first day of the new year, even the broken red rope, even if he sees a beautiful little stone, he will pick it up.

What can do, if came here on the first day of the first year without thinking about anything, would never know in this life.

But right now, he was still a little caught off guard.

On the first day of the new year, he probably needed to vent. Although he didn't say anything, Yan Hang could still imagine how he had spent this year.

So he is crying very seriously now.

After all, was outside before, so stopped crying after a while.

Now it's just the two of them, and it's like turning on the faucet on the first day of the new year.

Relevant, irrelevant, all the grievances and unhappiness poured out.

Yan Hang could feel that the clothes on his shoulders were soaked with tears a little bit.

The voice of crying on the first day of the first day was a little hoarse, which made people feel distressed.

"I've seen the photos," Yan Hang said softly, patting his back, "Would you like to take a look together? Tell me about your new hairstyle?"

"Are you mentally retarded," sobbed on the first day of the first year, not wanting his image of "not easy to mess with" at all, "Look at the hair, and you have to talk about the shape, explain it!"

"Okay, I'll see for myself." Yan Hang smiled and opened WeChat.

In addition to the first day of the first year, his WeChat has no other friends, all of them are all kinds of businesses, which have not been opened for a year, and the eyes are full of red dots.

This thing is almost like a diary he uses to occasionally record his mood.

And his mood has not been paid attention to by himself for more than a year.

He was still in the old habit, some emotions and memories that he couldn't deal with, he just put them in the box, and when he accidentally opened it, he would think about what to do at any time.

When he saw the "1" in the address book, he imagined that there would be a lot of news, left a lot of words, and asked him why he left without saying goodbye, and why he suddenly disappeared.

But think about it and think it's impossible.

Yes, it took a lot of courage for him to send that photo with his inferiority complex and the things that lie between them on the first day of the new year.

But after clicking on the name, he was stunned, and then smiled.

I don't even have chat records, how could still see the photos from a year ago.

He was suddenly a little fortunate. He almost never knew that there was a child who was so serious and persistent in looking for him.

"The first day of the first year," Yan Hang put the phone next to the face of the first day, "your handsome photo should be out of date."

"Really?" On the first day of the first day, he turned his head, revealing one eye, glanced at the screen quickly, and pressed his eye back on his shoulder.

Then he unlocked his cell phone and handed it to him: "Look at it for yourself, I still have it here, there is a record."

Yan Hang took his mobile phone and looked at it.

The photo of the first day of the first year a year ago was still the little airbag in his memory. He laughed a little silly, but he could still call his conscience a little handsome guy.

The hairstyle is quite good, much stronger than the dog-gnawing style he cut himself.

He suddenly didn't dare to think about it, so he went to get a haircut on the first day of the first year, took a photo, and sent it to him with courage.

But there was no response for a year.

He scratched his head on the first day of the first year: "Can I see other photos of you?"

"Look," the first day of the first year of the first year was not as unrestrained as before, but his voice was still hoarse, "there is a picture, in the album, all of it."

"Well." When Yan Hang exited WeChat, he found that the chat with him on the first day of the first year was on the top.

He slapped twice on the back of the first year of junior high school.

For him, the ability to comfort people is simply zero.

He was a careful child on the first day of the first year, probably because he didn't have his own room or his own safe space, so this site on his mobile phone was his real private space, and he took care of it very carefully.

Photos are placed in separate albums.

A "small stone", a "landscape", a "casual shot"...

The last one is "Beautiful Boy".

Yan Hang couldn't help laughing: "Is it the beautiful boy?"

"Yeah." The first day responded, but couldn't hear a trace of embarrassment.

"I'll take a look at this beautiful boy." Yan Hang smiled and opened the photo album.

There are all the selfies of the first year of junior high school, and there are still a lot of them, and they are all sorted by time.

Yan Hang opened the earliest one, and looked at each one slowly.

At that time, it should have been the first day of the new year when changed mobile phone, got a new hairstyle, and started the journey of taking selfies.

At first glance, it is a person who never takes selfies, and the angle is not good. A very handsome person often looks like a fool, but the further back the photo is, the more skilled he becomes.

At first, the background of the photos was at home, or by the river in the tree hole, and gradually some photos were taken on the street, but it still continued his style of running against the wall, one by one. Like a thief, many of them were shot without even sorting out their expressions, and some of them became a gust of wind.

"You haven't deleted it since it's stuck like this?" Yan Hang said.

"It's blurry, it's me." Chu Yi replied.

"Yes." Yan Hang smiled and glanced at him. He could see that the corners of his eyes were still wet, but he finally stopped crying, probably because his eyes were red, and he was too embarrassed to leave his shoulders at this moment.

When looking at the photos all the way, Yan Hang had a very strange feeling.

He hadn't seen each other for a year in the first year of the first year of junior high school. On the first day of junior high school, he suddenly turned into a handsome boy from a short air bag. He has been a little bit lost.

Until now, seeing the photos, day by day, month by month, half year by year, it seems to be filling the growth in between.

In the photo, he just watched the first day of the first year from a handsome but timid child to the... beautiful boy in front of him.

"Is this after boxing?" Yan Hang shook his phone.

In the photo, there is sweat on the face of the first day, and there are also drops of water on the hair on the forehead, looking handsome with a little coolness.

"Well," on the first day of the first year, he leaned on his shoulder and tilted his head. "After washing my face, I felt that I was handsome, so I took a picture when I was dead."

"It's very handsome." Yan Hang said with a smile.

Yan Hang looked at the photos in this album for a long time. After reading it, he quit to look at other albums. The small stones in the first year of junior high school, those familiar and unfamiliar landscapes, still contained a lot of his previous photos. In the building where I lived with my father, there were still a lot of messes, probably photos used as notepads, school information, and receipts for clothes...

After reading these, he returned to the beautiful boy again, and slowly grew up again with the first day of the new year.

I don't know when fell asleep leaning on his shoulder on the first day of the first year. He supported the head of the first year of junior high school with his hands and wanted to find another place for him to lean on, but there was only a bed next to him, and he could not reach the first day of the first year, so he had to put it again. The first year's head was put back on his shoulders.

People live year after year, thinking that they are familiar with everything, but they will still inadvertently carve a memory.

Yan Hang leaned back and closed his eyes on the edge of the bed.

When the alarm clock on the mobile phone rang in the morning, Yan Hang opened his eyes.

When wanted to stretch out habitually, felt sore all over body, waist was twisting hard, and head was sore and numb as if it was about to break.

He stared at the wood grain beside his head, and it took him about ten seconds to react.

He was actually lying on the ground.

He moved and found that he was not only lying on the ground, but also twisted. He should have slipped and fell after falling asleep while sitting on the bed.

I just slept like this, don't know how long.

He sat up with grinning teeth and saw the first day of the first day lying beside his legs, and he slept very hard, as if he had been beaten.

"The first day of the first year," he knocked on the back of the first day with his knees, "get up."

On the first day of the first day, as if the switch had been turned on, he bounced up and sat on the ground with a confused look on his face.

After seeing him, Chu Yi laughed, with a red mark pressed out from the floor on his face.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Hang stood up, moving his arms and legs, "I have to go to work, there is a morning meeting today, so I can't be late."

"Well," Chu Yixiao also got up and moved a bit, "I'm going back to school, there are people who want the dormitory today, come here."

"Do you want to meet me?" Yan Hang asked.

"No, just look, look." Chu Yi said.

"How are your classmates?" Yan Hang yawned, reaching out and pulling down the hair standing on Chu Yi's head, even if he pulled Chu Chu's hair up and raised his arms, he still couldn't help it, probably forced disease.

"It's hard to say," frowned on the first day of the first year, "Five, Renli Liangshe, Social Brother."

"Including you?" Yan Hang smiled.

"How can it be possible," rubbed his eyes on the first day of the first year, "When I get excited, I cry, ten golds, chains are also social, society can't be."

"How about eating noodles early?" Yan Hang walked to the living room, "Crying bag."

"Okay," said the first day, "Uncle Cui, no, don't you want to invite me, a guest?"

"It's fine in normal times, but I forgot to tell him that I was leaving early today. He got up too late. I'll tell him later," Yan Hang said.

"I ask." Chu Yi said.

"It's okay if your dream comes true later," Yan Hang said, "you're still young, beautiful boy."

Yan Hang was cooking pasta, and at the first bite, he found that Yan Hang's craftsmanship had improved a lot compared to a year ago.

"Better than before, eat it!" He gave a thumbs up, "You're still direct and cooking, right?"

"No, it has never been broadcast live." Yan Hang said.

"Why, what?" The first day asked, "Have you ever been angry?"

"Go away." Yan Hang laughed.

"Never before, never red." Chu Yi sighed.

"Yeah." Yan Hang twisted the bottle and sprinkled some pepper on his plate.

"Why? Not straight, broadcast?" The first day of the first year asked again.

Yan Hang didn't say a word. After a while, he put down the bottle and took a mouthful of noodles before saying, "I'm afraid the young lady will ask me where that handsome guy is."

In the first day of the first year, his hand shook slightly, and he lowered his head and took two big bites.

"Slow down," Yan Hang said, "Are you afraid I'll grab it?"

"It's okay now, it's live, it's broadcast." The first day of the first year was a little embarrassed, but he still said it, and he didn't know why he had such a big face. "The handsome guy is here, where he is."

Yan Hang looked at him.

After a while, he started laughing and turned his head towards the TV and kept laughing.

"Don't laugh," even more embarrassed at the first meal, "I want to help you find a chance to create and earn money."

After saying this, Yan Hang laughed even harder.

"Hey," Chu Yi sighed and waited for a long time without stopping Yan Hang, he had to put down his chopsticks and looked at Yan Hang, "Laugh, don't be polite, just laugh."

Yan Hang turned his head and smiled at him again, then suddenly picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of him.

"Let's shoot," Chu nodded slightly, "No charge, fee."

Yan Hang looked down at the phone, and after a while he finally stopped laughing, poked the screen a few times, and then turned to face him.

On the first day, went over to take a look.

Yan Hang posted his photo on Weibo, but wrote a code on his eyes, and the code should be carefully selected - "super rich".

"Why do you call, code?" The first day asked.

"Keep a sense of mystery and see if the ladies and sisters can still recognize you." Yan Hang said.

"Let me see, see the comments." On the first day of the first year, I wanted to click on the screen.

Yan Hang put the phone back, looked at him and smiled: "Look at your own phone, aren't you following me?"

"I..." Chu Yi rubbed his nose and smiled.

"What's your nickname?" Yan Hang asked.

"Keep the sense of mystery." On the first day of the first year, he bowed his head and continued to eat noodles.

Yan Hang had to go to work. Although he was very reluctant on the first day of the first year, he went out with him.

When passing the flowerbed, Yan Hang pulled him over. He finally saw the little hedgehog huddled in the grass last night, with a small pile of diced apples in front of him.

"Who, hello?" Chu Chu asked in a low voice.

"Security," Yan Hang said, "the security guard in front of Uncle Cui's building is very caring and even chatted with him."

"Ah?" Chu Yi smiled, "Can we talk, talk clearly, white?"

"Yes," Yan Hang looked at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Small stutter can understand, but it doesn't stutter, it definitely can."

"You... don't... want to... bully, bully... bully... people..." The first day of the first day stretched his voice.

"Let's go," Yan Hang smiled and patted his shoulder, "I can take a bus with you, get off and transfer, and I'll continue to the place for two more stops."

"Yeah." Nodding at the beginning, the news made him very happy, but immediately grabbed Yan Hang's arm again, "Electric! Phone! Yours!"

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"New number!" said the first day, "almost forgot!"

"I'll call you," Yan Hang smiled, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the first day of the first year, "I forgot if you didn't say it. I always felt that you were here, so I didn't think about the phone."

Yan Hang had a bus card and took him on the bus together.

"No, don't take a taxi anymore?" Standing side by side with him on the first day of the first day, looking at the street outside the car window, there was a wonderfully pleasant feeling.

"Stop taking taxis, this is more... an ordinary life," Yan Hang said softly, "I'll walk over when there is no morning meeting."

The first day smiled and looked at his side face.

Yan Hang has changed in some places. Although it is not obvious, he can still feel it.

"Do you have military training tomorrow?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, today's collar, clothes," said the first day of the first year, "I'll take a photo for you, look, beautiful boy."

"Where's the face?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Here." Chu Yi pointed to his face.

"Handsome." Yan Hang nodded.

I laughed for a long time on the first day.

It's like haven't laughed like this in a long time, happy.

When he got off the bus, he stood at the station and looked back at the car until it disappeared.

The car to the school drove over, and he squeezed into the car with the people around him. The bus route was long and there were slightly more people, but the feeling of being close to people did not affect the mood of the first year of junior high school.

I just feel that this strange city and these strange people around me have become kinder.

Back to school, there are still freshmen arriving on campus one after another, as well as senior grades who have started classes. There will still be some tension and discomfort in the middle of the first year of junior high school, but the pace is still brisk.

However, the atmosphere changed when went upstairs to go back to the dormitory. There were many people standing in the corridor, some of them were shirtless, and some people were carrying chairs in the dormitory.

The first day of the first year stopped, not knowing what was going on.

"403, can't get out." Someone over there slammed a chair on the dormitory door, "You can't come out and smash the door!"

The first day was stunned.

His dormitory number is 403.

"Have the ability to cause trouble! Don't have the ability to carry it!" Someone shouted again.

I took a closer look on the first day of the new year, except for the three people with chairs near the door of their dormitory, the others should have come out of the dormitory next to them to watch the excitement.

Who is causing trouble in their dormitory?

Li Ziqiang?

Zhang Qiang?

Apart from these two, neither Hu Biao nor Su Bin seem to be troublemakers, or are they among the three newcomers?

Now in this situation, don't know whether to go or avoid it.

In his former school, although some people would bully him, the school itself was strictly managed, so blatantly fighting in the dormitory would not have occurred.

He never thought that such a thing could happen before even the military training started.

While he was hesitating, there was movement over there. The dormitory door seemed to be opened, and it seemed to be closed again. It should be someone who wanted to open it and someone was blocking it.

"Fuck!" The people outside took advantage of the opening of the door and slammed into it, followed by a few people into the dormitory.

People in the corridor immediately rushed over to watch the fun.

"None of my business!" someone shouted. "I opened the door! Let me out!"

On the first day of the first day, heard Su Bin's voice.

Then, Li Ziqiang's voice roared: "Fuck your motherfucker!"

Going further down, heard a screeching sound that seemed to be fighting.

After hesitating for about a second on the first day of the new year, he rushed towards the dormitory.

When he rushed to the door, he happened to see Su Bin squeezed out of the crowd impatiently.

"Hold it for me." On the first day, he took out the phone in his pocket and handed it to Su Bin.

Su Bin took over the phone, glanced at him, opened his mouth probably to speak, but ignored him on the first day of the new year, and squeezed people into the dormitory.

In the dormitory, three pairs of three were fighting together. don't know if it was just for the sake of fairness.

Several people threw their fists in close combat.

On the ground next to him was Hu Biao holding his head.

Hu Biao didn't go to hand-to-hand combat. Who else was fighting?

Seeing that the first day of the first day came in, Hu Biao suppressed his voice and shouted: "Why did you come in, go out!"

On the first day of the first day of the first year, he ignored him and rushed up.

He is afraid of fighting. Although he has fought Liang Bing twice, he has also practiced boxing for a year, and the number of times he has been fooled by Coach He to take on the stage to fight people is countless, but when he sees such a scene, he is will be afraid.

Maybe it was the shadow of being surrounded by people again and again since he was a child, and he was particularly afraid.

So he jumped up.

Li Ziqiang's fighting power was okay, he could carry it a few times with others, but Zhang Qiang had obviously fallen behind and was pressed to the ground with his knees.

On the first day of the first day, he grabbed the arm of the man on Zhang Qiang's body and swiped the man fiercely, and he knocked the man to the ground.

The man just remembered, the first day of the first day of the first year, he bent his head and kicked his knee, the man was knocked to the ground again, and when he remembered it again, the first day of the first day was followed by another kick.

Three times in a row, he couldn't stand up.

Zhang Qiang took the opportunity to get up from the ground and lift his foot to kick the man, but Chu Chuan pushed him in the chest.

He wanted to shout twice to get these people to stop, but he really didn't have the courage to speak out in front of a bunch of people, which was also a nightmare in his deep memory.

So he could only point at Zhang Qiang and said in a low voice, "Stay here!"

The one who fell three times in a row still wanted to move, and pointed at him again on the first day of the new year. He really didn't know what else to say, and he was afraid that stuttering would affect the effect, so he just pointed.

Seeing that they didn't move for a while, they hurriedly went to pull Li Ziqiang's pair on the first day of the first year.

That person should have raised his head just now, and he was punching Li Ziqiang's face right now. On the first day of the first day, he punched forward at the same time as he punched, smashed his fist on his wrist, and then took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand, and his elbow He slammed into the chest.

It's so long!

Otherwise, your elbows can't reach people's chests!

The man was suddenly hit, and he was stunned and immediately punched the first day of the first year.

This kind of punching was like a mess for the first year of junior high school. He avoided it with a cat, and then made a hook. It was not too hard, but when it hit the man's chin, he still made him tilt his head and step back. two steps.

"Stand!" Staring at him on the first day of the first year, he pulled Li Ziqiang to the side again, and Li Ziqiang sat down on the bed.

The scene was very embarrassing.

There was a group of stunned onlookers at the door, and the four in the room stopped, all staring at him.

He couldn't say a word more, he just felt that his whole body was stiff, and he wanted to jump out of the window and escape.

But the third person behind him didn't intend to give him this chance, and suddenly picked up a wooden stick that was removed from somewhere, and was about to smash it at him.

"Fuck!" Li Ziqiang roared and jumped up from the bed.

On the first day of the new year, it was almost a conditioned reflex. He raised his hand to hold the man's arm that was swinging down, and then followed it and grabbed his wrist.

Then press and twist.

What Uncle Yan taught him, it is said that Yan Hang has never been able to do it well.

that trick.

For the first time, he used all his moves.

but.

But it was not as shocking as he imagined.

He probably liked Yan Hang too much and was infected.

The wooden stick in this man's hand didn't fall in response, and he didn't even move.

It was quite embarrassing, even more embarrassing than before.

They stared at each other as if the TV series had ended, as if they were waiting for the preview of the next episode.

The man was stunned for a while, then gritted his teeth and began to forcibly press his arms down.

On the first day of the first year, thought that he was probably stupid, and it was pointless to press down like this.

After he had used up his strength, he suddenly loosened his strength on the first day of the first day, and pressed down along the inertia of his arm, and then twisted his arm behind his back and lifted it up.

The man turned 180 degrees back and slammed face down on the table.

Pressing him on the first day of the new year, he turned around and looked at a few people in the room.

It's time to say something.

Hello, classmates, my name is the first grade, I hope you have something to say.

Isn't it inappropriate to fight like this when everyone just met?

...

"Is it over?" he said.