"This is the room I live in now, and it's no more than eight square meters visually." Yan Hang sat on the swivel chair with his mobile phone, tapped his toes on the ground, and the chair turned around in place.

-It's better than the original, but it's a bit messy, and it's been so many days that haven't cleaned it up.

Someone on the screen said.

"I haven't woken up from the hibernation yet," Yan Hang yawned, "too lazy to move."

- Will you still see that child today?

Someone else asked.

"That child... I don't know," Yan Hang tilted his head to look at the living room, "Go to the window and wait."

- hope won't be bullied again today, it hurts

Yan Hang didn't speak, got up and walked slowly to the living room window to stand.

This is the first time in his 17 years of life, how many times he has moved with his father, and how many houses he has lived in.

This time, it was on the first floor, facing a small street. It was very clean. It was better than the house at the back of the vegetable market. At least it didn't have a strange smell.

Except the school hours are a bit noisy.

The residential area is very large, and there are many children, big and small, who pass by this road to and from school.

Yan Hang pushed open the window and sat on the windowsill.

It's still a little cold, and the wind blowing in is cool, and it's like taking a breath of mint.

He likes this window sill very much. There is no anti-theft net. The cabinet with radiator is attached to the window sill. It can be regarded as a pseudo bay window.

The child everyone wants to see has not passed by yet.

But it should be almost the same. He passes by later than other students every day. don't know if it is to stagger the time to go home with his classmates, or to be stopped by someone at school.

Yan Hang put his phone on the windowsill and looked outside, without looking at the screen or making a sound.

Two or three minutes later, several students in school uniforms came over, throwing a schoolbag back and forth in their hands.

Yan Hang picked up his mobile phone and faced it there: "Come on, let's see what kind of performance these dead branches of the motherland will do today."

Behind these students who threw their schoolbags, there was a shorter one who swiped on the screen a few times - it seems safe today?

"It's not safe," Yan Hang said, "that schoolbag belongs to him."

The schoolbag is quite old. When it is thrown around, it changes shape, square, long, and oblique. Whenever the schoolbag draws a parabola in the air, a book or pen will fall out.

However, today's dead branches and leaves are milder than usual, and didn't do anything.

The protagonist of this live broadcast followed silently, bending over from time to time to pick up the things that fell out.

He didn't even look at the people who were throwing his schoolbags and yelling at him, as well as his own schoolbags, as if those people and things didn't exist at all, he just walked slowly with all the things in his hands, The few people stopped, and he stood silently beside him.

There were not many things in the bag, and it was empty within two minutes. The students threw the bag, and one of them slapped the things in his hand and swept them to the ground, and then a group of people Happily stepped on the ground and continued to move forward.

When the child squatted down to pick up something, Yan Hang jumped off the windowsill and returned to the house.

-Aren't you filming?

Someone on the screen asked.

"No," Yan Hang said, "mourning."

After he finished speaking, he didn't look at the screen again, just exited, threw the phone aside, and leaned back on the chair.

Looking at the school uniforms, these students should be from the junior high school of 82 Middle School. Yan Hang wanted to stroll for a while when he went out to eat at noon. Because he got lost, he walked past the gate of 82 Middle School three times and was very impressed.

This school is very strict, because when he walked through the school gate for the third time, the school police came out, stared at him, and kept watching him for more than 100 meters. Yan Hang wanted to blow him a kiss back. .

From the day he moved in, for four consecutive days, no matter whether it was after school at noon or in the afternoon, we could almost see the child who was thrown with his schoolbag being bullied in various ways. Same.

Yan Hang poured a glass of water. About half a month before and after moving, he felt a little sleepy for the first time, probably because he was too mourned.

He glanced at the time, plugged in his earphones and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.

do you love me?

Do you need me?

do you want me?

do you love me?

He hummed softly to the music in his earphones, adding a line after each lyric.

"No."

Half asleep and half awake, Yan Hang heard a knock on the door, followed by the voice of his father who had disappeared for a day and a half: "I'm back."

Yan Hang didn't make a sound, he was very sleepy.

"Baby?" Dad called again while putting things away, "Dear Your Royal Highness?"

Yan Hang sighed in his heart, just as he was struggling to wake up, his father walked into his room, and his voice suddenly changed: "Yan Hang!"

Before he could open his eyes, he felt that his arm was grabbed by his father, and he suddenly pulled up: "Yan Hang, what's wrong with you!"

"Fuck," Yan Hang frowned and opened his eyes, his arm was numb for a while, and his neck cracked, "I'm going to commit suicide, and I'll let you take a breath away now. "

"Why are you in bed at this time?" Dad asked.

"Sleepy," Yan Hang looked at him, "You are in a good mood today, Your Majesty."

"I got some money," Dad smiled, turned around and walked out, "Get up, let's go to the restaurant... By the way, I found a set of college English for you, and people said it was an English book. What else is there for intensive reading...I can't understand it, can you take a look?"

"Anything will do." Yan Hang took off his earplugs and got out of bed.

"My son is so good, he never went to school," Dad said in the living room, "he can read college English."

"I have a primary school diploma." Yan Hang leaned to the door.

"Yes," Dad nodded, "I've always kept it, our family heirloom."

"...Let's eat." Yan Hang sighed.

It was only two days after moving in, and I didn't know where there were good restaurants. Yan Hang wanted to check with his mobile phone, but his father wanted to see his luck.

"Just follow this road and go out and turn left to see the second restaurant, how about it?" Dad said.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

From childhood to adulthood, my father liked this, taking him to create all kinds of unknowns, which is a game that he has played for more than ten years.

The ending is sometimes a surprise, sometimes a fright.

Sometimes...the flesh hurts.

Like today.

When they rented this house, the intermediary blew loudly, as if they wanted to rent the center of the universe. Fortunately, they have many years of rental experience, and they can basically judge the situation of the house by asking the price.

It's really an old neighborhood.

But unexpectedly, the intermediary didn't blow it too far, because following the road pointed by Dad, it turned out to be a bustling street full of modern flavors.

So after turning left, the second restaurant they saw was a high-end Japanese food store.

"What should I do?" Dad turned to look at him.

"The shop you choose, eat it while covering your heart." Yan Hang said.

"Go." Dad waved and walked into the store.

When walked in, was very dashing. In fact, there are many cases like today. Every time dad is very dashing, but when come out, it's not necessarily so.

"Crown Prince," Dad stood on the side of the road, rubbing his stomach, "Do you think we ate or didn't eat this meal?"

"Eat." Yan Hang answered truthfully.

"Do you remember how much it was when you checked out?" Dad asked again.

"940 yuan, I got a card and saved 1,000 yuan for a 10% discount," said Yan Hang, "a total of 846 yuan."

"It doesn't seem to be my illusion." Dad took out the card from the inner pocket of his shirt and handed it to him. "There are 154 yuan left. Eat it when you want."

"It's a big deal." Yan Hang glanced at him and tucked the card into his trouser pocket.

"Go back?" Dad asked.

"Please eat noodles." Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" Dad looked at him, "We just ate Xiaoqian's Japanese food, don't you think it's an insult to 846 to go out and eat noodles?"

"Eat or not?" Yan Hang asked.

"Walk around," Dad pushed him back to the side street, "I saw a beef noodle shop when I came here..."

This beef noodles is not bad, the bowl is big and there are many noodles. The key is that the large pieces of beef are covered with a layer, which looks very enjoyable.

"This bowl is only 15 yuan." Dad said.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded while eating, "Eat first, then go back and give you the thousand yuan in silence after eating."

"Okay." Dad lowered his head and ate.

When he was about to finish eating, he raised his head again: "Hang."

"Ah." Yan Hang responded.

"Do you want to go to school?" Dad asked. "I think this place is pretty good, maybe a little longer."

"No." Yan Hang replied quickly.

"Then don't go," Dad said simply, "I see that you are always reading at home, and I wonder if you suddenly want to go to school, so that you can have more contact with people."

"It's two different things. I can get in touch with people even if I work part-time," Yan Hang said. "Besides, I never thought about going to school, nor did I want to go to primary school."

"Yeah, I have to ask if I can drop out of the school," my father laughed, "I got scolded by your teacher Lu."

Yan Hang smiled.

Teacher Lu was the only teacher he could remember, a very kind and amiable old lady. The last time he saw her was at the graduation ceremony of the elementary school.

The old lady bluntly expressed her dissatisfaction with her father.

"Such a good child," she said, "I'm really worried that your father will teach you bad things in the future."

Not long after returning home, Dad went out again without saying where to go.

Yan Hang didn't ask. He never asked for so many years. Dad appeared and disappeared completely irregularly. What did he do?

Always come back anyway.

got used to.

While his father gave him a strong sense of security, it also always gave him a deep sense of unease.

He tidied up the things in his house. Since he might stay here for a long time, he still has to take them out and put them away.

He doesn't have many things, a suitcase for clothes and a bag for his various gadgets.

Dad has fewer things, a few clothes in the duffel bag are all, sometimes he feels that Dad's life is like a trip, and it's all short trips.

How many places he went with his father and how many places he changed, he couldn't count in a while. Sometimes he didn't even rent a room, he just stayed in a hotel, and sometimes he went back to his old place several times.

"I want to go back to the old place," Yan Hang fell on the bed, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "I want to walk on the old road..."

There were a bunch of private messages on Weibo, Yan Hang glanced at it casually, there was nothing of interest, he casually sent a message asking him if he would be live streaming today, and replied "no", then threw his phone aside and put on his earphones. .

Recently, have had a bit of insomnia. felt sleepy in the afternoon and was dragged by father's arm.

Yan Hang stared at the ceiling with his earphones on. In order to lull himself to sleep, all he heard was the sound of rain, the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves, the gentle guitar... His back was numb when he lay down, and it was useless.

So he got up and changed into a sports suit and went out the door.

It was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night, there were no pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a car drove by with a swoosh under the lonely street lights.

The end of the road is bustling, and the neon lights will turn the night sky red at the busiest time.

And where he is located, many cities will have it. The dilapidation that is closely behind the prosperity is like two worlds, more like the shadow of that world.

Yan Hang plugged in his headphones, changed the running song, took a breath, and started running forward.

He loves running, and it's the best way to kill his boredom.

He ran from the old residential area where they lived to No. 82 Middle School, ran around the school for a few laps, and then turned to the street. When he passed the Japanese food store where he ate today, he ran back two more to commemorate .

After running all the nearby roads, wrapped in the north wind and sweating profusely, he returned home.

After taking a shower, he rummaged through his bag, took two pills and threw himself on the bed. The exhaustion finally made him feel sleepy when he closed his eyes.

With the effect of the medicine, he slept until noon before getting up.

Sitting on the edge of the bed for almost five minutes, figured out that it was noon.

Sleeping with a foggy head and no appetite, Yan Hang gave up his lunch, touched the English book his father brought him, and sat on the windowsill.

Until the afternoon, he just sat on the windowsill, switching between books and mobile phones, reading a dozen pages of books, and an extremely boring variety show.

The time is almost up again, Yan Hang turned his phone, if there was no child, he would only broadcast live broadcasts when he was extremely bored, and now, apart from his few fans who are as boring as him, he also Curious about that kid.

Will you fight back?

To what extent will it fight back?

Yan Hang adjusted his sitting posture, leaned against the window frame, and turned on his mobile phone.

Sure enough, many people were anxiously waiting to see it. He silently pointed the camera towards the street, and it didn't take long for someone to discuss it.

Why is this happening, why no one cares, Yan Hang sighed.

How can there be so many whys, he has long since asked why.

A few minutes later, the protagonist of the live broadcast took the lead into the camera, which was the first time in a few days.

He was pushed over.

From the window sill, you can see the street outside for about 100 meters. It is not clear what the road to the school was like before that, but this 100 meters is the last time for these little bastards to go home. One section, generally coming here is like a ** before the end of a good show.

The protagonist staggered two steps and looked back.

Maybe it was just an unconscious action, but it was indeed the first action he could call "resistance" in the past few days.

Then a few boys walked into the camera and kicked him on the lower back.

Yan Hang snorted.

Quite heavy.

Then another boy kicked him in the leg.

According to this trend, it is estimated that one person will be kicked away.

Several bosses who set up stalls selling snacks nearby couldn't see it, and two people shouted a few times.

But it didn't work, a few boys pushed back viciously.

After watching it for a few days, Yan Hang almost understood that this child would not resist. I don't know if it was an illusion. He even behaved very calmly, as if he had isolated himself in another world, unable to hear or see. Arrived, didn't feel it.

But for the little bastards, this kind of reaction is the most annoying. Based on Yan Hang's experience, they won't stop until he has a reaction.

Just walking and kicking to the opposite side, a boy took out a glass from his bag and slammed it on the shoulder of the protagonist.

A very thick cup actually shattered.

"It's been a bit late today." Yan Hang said, kicked his feet lightly, and jumped off the window sill.

- Is brother Xiaotian going to make a move?

- Be careful, or call the police?

After swiping several swipes on the screen, Yan Hang put his hand in his pocket and touched it. There was only one mask, and he didn't even have a key.

"I don't know," he said, "I can't stand it anymore, it's too sad."

After crossing the street, Yan Hang saw the protagonist's face clearly for the first time in a few days.

It's not an illusion, the expression on his face is calm.

Very calm.

It's so calm that it makes people feel extremely uncomfortable. It's hard to tell if it's sadness or something else. After all, Yan Hang only has a primary school diploma and can't find a suitable adjective.

Half of the broken glass still hadn't landed, and the rope on the water glass was hooked on the boy's finger. When he raised his hand to throw half of the glass at the protagonist's face again, Yan Hang whistled.

It's quite loud. Apart from running in a daze, Yan Hang's best skill is probably the whistle.

Dad likes to whistle. In order to find a partner for himself, Yan Hang was trained to play a duet with him before he even went to elementary school. The two of them sat on the roadside and played to the little girls passing by every day.

The whistle attracted the attention of the little scumbags and turned to look at him.

Yan Hang walked over and didn't speak. He put his mobile phone on a pile of unused bricks under a tree by the roadside, facing the live broadcast, and then took out his mask and put it on. He has never shown his face for so long during the live broadcast. , keep the tradition.

The screen was very lively, but he didn't have time to look at it. Several small scumbags had already turned around, and two had already walked towards him.

"Sick?" a boy asked, staring at him.

"From today," Yan Hang pointed to the protagonist, "he will be covered by me."