The boy closest to him was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke of the year.

The boys behind him also laughed wildly.

Yan Hang didn't mind, his words were quite funny.

But his main purpose here was not to be amused.

He raised his hand and slashed the boy's face.

No preheating and no hesitation.

"Baby, don't give each other a chance when you want to do it, or you will be disadvantaged." The emperor's father said.

So when the boy was knocked down at his feet, the smile on his face was still blooming.

Everyone was young and young, and although one person fell to the ground with a smile on his face, causing the group to be stunned, they quickly reacted.

Yan Hang grabbed the wrist that swung half of the bottle towards him.

Grasp, press joints, twist.

When Dad taught him these movements, he was short of money and didn't have a mold. He taught directly from a real person. He was pushed back after his hand was twisted behind him. The pain when his arm was twisted and pulled away from his body made him like a kung fu prodigy. Got the gist.

When he twisted the arm of No. 2 of the little bastard behind him and pushed him towards No. 3 of the little bastard, the No. 2 of the little bastard let out a howl at No. 3.

The cry was so sad that it shook No. 3's eyes.

Yan Hang let go and kicked No. 2 on the lower back, and No. 2 fell to the ground with his arms around No. 3.

The other two rushed up together. According to Dad, this kind of open arms towards you is the same as hugging, so don't refuse.

So Yan Hang didn't refuse. He punched the person on the right first, then blocked the floating fist of the person on the left, and hit the left shoulder, and the two left the field.

To be honest, Yan Hang felt like a martial arts master every time he fought with someone who said that his combat power was 0 to save face.

It takes less than three minutes to deal with this small waste. If it weren't for the fact that the previous boys kept kicking the protagonist with their feet, he wouldn't even want to lift his legs.

Splitting two palms and smashing two punches is almost the same. At this moment, he also used his legs. After several boys got up from the ground, they all stood there, hoping that someone would pounce on them first, but unfortunately everyone thought so. of.

The scene was like a reception, and the strangers looked at each other awkwardly.

"Forget it," someone finally said the first sentence, "Let's go."

Originally, they relied on the protagonist not to resist. They beat people just like playing. Now that they have opponents, several people suddenly have no intention of fighting.

But when he left, the one who took the lead still had a bad face, and said, "There is something waiting, I will find you."

"Where are you going to find it?" Yan Hang smiled.

The one glared at him a little embarrassedly.

"Why don't I leave you an address," Yan Hang said while rummaging in his pocket, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

This provocation made a few boys who had already wanted to back down immediately rekindled their fighting spirit, and they were about to pounce again as soon as they rolled their sleeves.

"What are you doing! What are you doing!" A loud female voice came from the side, "A bunch of uneducated dogs! They are free-range breeds after coming out of your mother's gang..."

Several boys stopped, and the expressions on their faces quickly changed from anger to contempt and disgust, and the content behind shocked people like Yan Hang who grew up in the low-level shrew. .

When he turned his head, he saw an old lady with a blanched face.

It should be a thick powder and eyebrows. Compared with the content of her swearing, this makeup makes Yan Hang more urge to turn his head and run away.

The old lady's makeup is probably done blindly. The left eyebrow starts from the right eyebrow and crosses the Yintang, and a shaking black line is drawn to the end of the eyebrow. Because the right eyebrow is occupied by the left eyebrow, have to start from the right eyebrow peak and briefly. It was over after a shudder.

This kind of weird surreal makeup made Yan Hang unable to slow down for a long time, and she couldn't move her eyebrows no matter what.

"What are you looking at! You only have eyes and others have holes, right?" The old lady glared at him with two eyebrows of different lengths raised.

Only then did Yan Hang notice that the little bastards had run away, and only he and the protagonist were left at the scene.

Before he could recover from the shock and decide whether to walk away or continue to stick here, the old lady's goal shifted again.

She pointed to the protagonist, who was standing aside: "Look at your potential!"

The protagonist didn't look at her and didn't say a word. He threw his schoolbag on his back, turned around and left.

"Where are you going!" The old lady roared and grabbed his arm, "You didn't hear me talking to you!"

The protagonist remained silent, but stepped back trying to free her hand.

"Have you been troubled again!" The old lady's voice has always been loud, and there are a lot of people coming and going at this time, and the people next to them are looking at the lively here with great interest, but compared to before, the old lady The wife was completely indifferent to so many people watching.

Yan Hang wanted to walk away, but when he thought that he had just claimed that this person was covered, he ran away when an old lady came out, and it seemed a little unreasonable.

Hesitantly, he could only continue to stand.

"Trash! I'm going to look for your teacher this afternoon! I'm looking for your principal! What the hell!" The old lady continued to shout loudly, "I won't scold them so that they kneel to me!"

Yan Hang changed his mind and decided to walk away and cover it tomorrow. It was too painful to be here. He turned around and took the phone, and saw that several rows of ellipses were swiped on the screen.

He quit the live broadcast and tucked the phone back into his pocket.

When he was about to cross the street to go home, he glanced at the protagonist, and suddenly found that the calm expression on the child's face had disappeared, and his brows twitched.

Yan Hang quickly walked across the street and went home.

But after entering the house, he still stood at the window and looked across.

The old lady should be the protagonist's grandmother or grandma, but the expression that the protagonist can keep when he is bullied is finally broken by the old lady. This old lady with long and short earthworm eyebrows should not be able to compare with ordinary people.

Five minutes later, the sound of the old lady's passing through the street and into the house finally died down.

The protagonist is still standing there, looking a little dejected, but he has been facing this side, staring silently.

Yan Hang stepped over the windowsill and jumped out for the second time.

After landing, remembered that could walk through the door.

Shocked by the old lady.

Yan Hang slowly crossed the street, stopped in front of the protagonist, and took off his mask.

It was only now that he had the opportunity to take a closer look at the child.

Being short must be one of the reasons why he was bullied, but he looks quite decent, especially compared to the old lady just now.

"Looking for me?" Yan Hang asked.

The protagonist glanced at him and said nothing.

"What I just said counts," Yan Hang pointed back to the building behind him, "I live on the first floor over there, you can come to me if you have anything."

The protagonist glanced at him again, smiled but remained silent.

This smile made Yan Hang a little confused, and there was a smile in his dark eyes, as if nothing had happened before, or nothing before seemed to affect him.

Like his life was meant to be.

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

The protagonist Jun looked at him still silent, as if he had lost his memory. When he was thinking, "Fuck you, cover your ass" and was about to turn around and leave, he said with difficulty: "The first, the first... the first day of the first year."

"What?" Yan Hang was stunned for a while. Stuttering was probably the second reason for being bullied, and maybe a mental retardation was added. "I asked what your name was. Who asked what grade you were in?"

"Junior, second grade." The protagonist said.

Yan Hang looked at him.

He also looked at Yan Hang.

After looking at each other for a long time, Yan Hang finally found his channel and sighed: "Understood, your name is the first year of junior high school, the second year of junior high school, right?"

"Yeah." The protagonist nodded, as if relieved.

"Are those idiots your classmates?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well." The first day continued to nod.

"What about that old lady?" Yan Hang asked again, without asking why he was bullied, feeling that he could almost judge, and sometimes he didn't need any reason.

"I..." The eyes of the first year of the first year darkened, and after a while, he said softly, "Grandma."

"Oh," Yan Hang replied. After he answered, he felt that he had nothing to say, so he waved his hand, "Okay, you can go home, I'm going to eat."

"You call... call," he was already ten meters away, and he was still in a hurry behind him on the first day of the first year, "call, call, call..."

"Yan Hang." Yan Hang turned around and interrupted him.

"Yan, Yan..." Chu nodded.

"Hang, Yan Hang." Yan Hang said.

Smile at first.

"Let's go." Yan Hang turned and walked along the road.

When got home on the first day of the new year, grandmother had come back, and was sitting on the sofa watching TV with 16-year-old dog in arms.

Mom also came back and was cooking in the kitchen with a gloomy face.

"Go wash the vegetables." Hearing the sound of his entering the door, the mother said without looking up.

"Well." On the first day of the first day, he put down his schoolbag.

"Waste, there is nothing in his eyes all day long, he doesn't move unless people say he doesn't move." Grandma said.

On the first day of the new year, he went into the kitchen to get the dishes and started washing.

"What a piece of shit!" Grandma raised her voice outside, "I'm being beaten again today! I said I wanted an explanation for going to school, but he wouldn't let me! Crap!"

"He thinks you're ashamed of being rude," Mom said.

"What's wrong with me Sapo?" Grandma stood at the door of the kitchen holding the dog. "What's wrong with my Sapo, no one dares to mess with me, you know!"

"Go watch TV!" Mom also raised her voice.

On the first day of the first year, he stared at the dishes in his hands without a word, washed them quickly and put them on the counter, then walked out of the kitchen and into the room.

He does not have his own room. This room is the bedroom of his grandmother and grandfather. A sofa bed and a simple cloth wardrobe are added to the wall.

In fact, he should go to the living room to do his homework at this time. His desk is in the living room, but he is reluctant to go there when his grandmother is there.

"You're not doing your homework today!" Grandma shouted in the living room.

On the first day of the new year, he walked silently to the living room and sat down, took out the book from his schoolbag, turned on the lamp, and quickly got down on the table to start his homework.

But his all-out performance failed to quiet Grandma.

"Don't think I can't see it, white-eyed wolf! Just hide from me! You want to go to your grandfather's house, right? Go!" Grandma lit a cigarette and took two puffs, "I'll give you something to eat and drink, and catch up. Going to farm for others, white-eyed wolf!"

Grandpa's house has no land, so he just used a flowerpot to grow some vegetables on the roof. In the first year of junior high school, he liked the small vegetable garden very much. Every time he went, he helped water it.

But the white-eyed wolf... should be right, he did kiss his grandparents, and to his grandmother, he was the white-eyed wolf.

"Eat!" Mom walked out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa.

On the first day of the first day, put down pen, got up and set up the dining table, then took out all the dishes and chopsticks and put them away. After serving mother and grandma, sat down and started to eat.

"His father won't come back?" Grandma asked.

"Well, something happened to the team." Mom said.

"A broken driver, who didn't know he thought he was the secretary of the prime minister's office." Grandma was smoking a cigarette.

"Let's eat, and smoke!" Mom raised her voice.

"Go buy me a cigarette later after dinner." Grandma pinched off the cigarette on the table.

This was said to the first day of the first year. He nodded, took the ashtray and pulled the cigarette butts and ashes in, and rubbed the burn marks from the cigarette butts on the table, but they didn't rub off.

Not only the dining table, the coffee table and the armrests of the sofa in his house, but all the flat areas have scalding marks left by grandma when she choked cigarettes.

"Let's smoke less, if you die, you'll be smoking to death." Mom said.

"Have you spent any money? I know that you have lost your job now, and I have a pension myself!" Grandma said, grabbing her cloth bag, dug out a hundred yuan from it and photographed it in front of the first day of the first year, "Take it, give it to me. I'll buy cigarettes!"

I took the money and stood up.

"Let's go after eating." Mom stopped him.

"Eat and eat." Grandma took a chopstick and threw it to the dog on the ground.

Sit down on the first day of the first day and continue to bury your head in eating.

"Today, Erping and the others took me to go shopping together," Mom said while eating, "It's irritating."

"Where did you go?" Grandma asked.

"Don't they just go to some LV store," Mom tutted, "I'm mad at me, if you don't want to go, you have to pull me."

"Isn't it just because there are two stinky money at home! It's like stepping on a switch all day long," Grandma snorted, "Sooner or later, it will be defeated!"

On the first day of the first year, buried head and ate hard without raising eyes, thinking that could go out after eating quickly.

"I also said that I bought a gift for the first day of the new year. I said I would take it back, but I wouldn't let it. I have to give it myself," said my mother, "I don't know what to think."

"If you can't give birth to yourself, you can have fun with other people's children," my grandmother's tone became cheerful when she said this, "I see, she's so fat, she probably won't give birth."

At the beginning of the first year, ate the rice in the bowl, drank two sips of soup, got up and took the one hundred yuan from grandmother and went out.

It was a little cold outside, but he felt very comfortable and his breathing was much easier.

So he would come out for a run every night after finishing his homework. Nine out of ten street lights here were broken, and the black lights made him feel very safe.

I came out a little early today, and there were quite a few people outside. He walked against the wall, not wanting to be seen.

But going to buy cigarettes still can't avoid being seen. Fortunately, when he walked into the canteen, he was the only customer.

"Buy cigarettes for your grandma?" the boss asked.

"Well." Chu Chu handed over the money.

The boss took the money and gave him a cigarette while saying, "Your grandma has been like a day for twenty years. I haven't seen her smoke any other cigarettes."

"Speciality." Chu nodded.

The boss smiled and put the cigarette on him. He walked out with the bag and continued to walk against the wall.

All the way to the river.

It is said to be a river, but it is actually very narrow. Although many stone benches have been built along the river, there are basically no people coming. It is too cold in winter, and the river water has a sour taste in other seasons.

About 20 times on the first day of the new year, can encounter someone passing by.

Great place for him.

He comes here often, and he has an exclusive tree hole here that he has used for almost ten years.

A tree hole is a real tree hole.

An old locust tree by the river with a hole in its trunk.

From the very beginning, had to step on the tree root that sticks out of the ground to get the hole, but now need to bend over to buckle face on the tree hole. told a lot of little secrets and little wishes in the first couple.

I forgot a lot of little secrets, and none of my little wishes came true.

Probably because the river water is sour.

At first glance, he looked around, but there was no one there. He bent down, pushed his face into the tree hole, and closed his eyes.

Because there are few people passing by, and the tree hole is facing the wall, it has always been very clean, there is no peculiar smell, and the smell of wood can still be smelled.

"I don't, I don't want to go to school anymore," said the first day of the first year slowly and softly, "I want to go to other places, work, travel, travel, but..."

He sighed: "My mother wants me to go to college."

"I didn't pass the test, I'm sure I didn't pass the test," he scratched lightly on the bark, "I just, just...don't want to study."

This kind of unresponsive talk, every time have to talk about it for at least a few minutes on the first day of the new year, will feel a lot easier.

The same is true today. After he finished speaking, he stood up straight and stretched.

This lazy waist only stretched halfway, and he raised his arms to freeze.

A person is standing next to him.

Wear tracksuit and running shoes, and wear a mask.

It was the one who beat Li Zihao today and said he would cover him in the future.

Yan Hang.

"You..." Yan Hang looked at the first year of the first year and didn't know what to say for a while. Halfway through the run, he was shocked to see a pout growing up on the tree, but this person was actually still the first year of the first year.

"Put down your arms first," Yan Hang said, "I didn't bring a knife."

The first day put down his arms.

"You..." Yan Hang still didn't know what to say when he looked at him, but he couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw the pressed mark on his face.

Finally, he walked to the tree trunk, looked at it, and found that it was a rather large tree hole.

"Did you dig it?" Yan Hang turned his head and asked the first day of the first year, "It suits your face shape so well."

"No," replied the first day, "I am big, big, and many faces."

"Ordinary holes are suitable, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang couldn't help but laugh, and after laughing for a while, he patted the tree trunk: "Is there a lot of your little secrets here?"