"No." Chu Yi replied.

When a secret is discovered, it is no longer a secret.

The tree hole was seen by Yan Hang, and the secret in the tree hole was no longer a secret.

Although he didn't remember what secrets were inside.

They are nothing more than trivial trivialities, just like him in the eyes of others.

"Do you want to speak out?" Yan Hang supported the tree trunk and looked into the hole.

On the first day of the first year, he was a little unhappy that Yan Hang wanted to occupy his exclusive tree hole, but he still nodded: "I'm speaking out."

Yan Hang probably wouldn't care about his broken tree hole, and he probably wouldn't be interested in playing it once. Only someone with a bad brain like him would come here to talk about it when he has nothing to do.

"I'm so bored." Yan Hang said to the inside.

The tree hole was a bit low for the first year of junior high school. When Yan Hang wanted to speak to the tree hole, he had to take a stance, which was very funny.

But on the first day of the first day, he held back his smile. If he did, Yan Hang might be unhappy. He didn't want to make anyone unhappy.

Yan Hang touched the edge of the tree hole and looked at his hands again, probably checking whether the tree hole was dirty.

This action made the first day of junior high school a little embarrassed, as if someone touched the chair first when they came to the house as a guest.

He has never considered this question, is the opening of the tree hole dirty?

He quietly raised his hand and touched his face, but he really didn't notice it.

Yan Hang glanced at him: "The face is not dirty."

"Oh." Chu Yi smiled.

"Have you finished talking?" Yan Hang asked.

"Today, Fang Chang." said the first day.

"You're quite interesting," Yan Hang also smiled, "I ask you, this road has been going on, can you reach the street?"

"Yes." Chu Yi said.

"How far is it?" Yan Hang asked again.

"I don't know," thought about it on the first day of the first day, "run, run for five minutes."

"Run over?" Yan Hang sighed, "Okay, then at what speed?"

"Escape," said the first day, "speed."

Yan Hang was silent and stared at him.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year. Yan Hang's combat effectiveness was very strong. He didn't have time to see the process of cleaning up Li Zihao. People like Yan Hang probably couldn't understand the speed of escape.

"Save my phone number and add a friend," Yan Hang thought for a while, then took out his mobile phone, "You can call me if you have anything."

He didn't say anything on the first day of the new year, he felt that Yan Hang was a little strange.

In his memory, he didn't seem to have ever encountered a stranger who would treat him like this... taking the initiative to show his favor, but it didn't seem to be to further humiliate him.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang looked at him, "No cell phone?"

"Yes." Chu Yi hesitated.

"Have you been bullied out of the shadows?" Yan Hang narrowed his eyes impatiently, "I want to snatch your mobile phone and ask you to take it out? I even took your mobile phone, clothes and your cigarette. It doesn't take three minutes."

Yan Hang's attitude made him a little nervous, and he quickly took out his mobile phone.

"I'll scan you." Yan Hang tapped a few times on his phone.

"Yeah." Chu Yi pressed the phone.

Then they both looked at the dark screen of the phone together in silence.

Five seconds later, Yan Hang couldn't help but say, "I don't usually ask people like this..."

Are you mentally retarded?

"Wait." Chu Yi rubbed his nose.

"Waiting for what?" Yan Hang said, "Waiting for you to communicate with your mobile phone?"

"Well," nodded solemnly on the first day of the first day, just when Yan Hang wanted to turn around and leave, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, "It's lit."

"...Is it using the mind?" Yan Hang asked.

"Cow, are you awesome?" Chu Yi looked up at him.

Yan Hang didn't speak.

At the beginning, took a look at the WeChat icon on the desktop.

Yan Hang put his mobile phone close to prepare to scan, but fell into waiting again.

Five seconds later, the WeChat interface was displayed, and ten seconds later, Yan Hang took back the mobile phone that he was going to scan, and folded his arms to look at the mobile phone that was communicating with him on the first day of the first day.

The picture has changed, poked it on the first day of the first day, waited a little longer, and finally clicked the QR code.

Yan Hang sighed, and moved his cell phone, which had already been locked, to scan it: "It's time to change the cell phone."

"Also, it can be used," Chu Yi smiled and looked at the phone, "Xing, Xing, Xing..."

"Xingtian." Yan Hang helped him finish.

"Nice." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang glanced at the nickname of the first year of junior high school, and it was a simple "1". He couldn't see it if he was not careful. He didn't know where to start his mouth if he wanted to politely praise it.

"Let's run for our lives, let me see what the speed is." Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket.

"I'll go back, go home." Chu Yi said, shaking the bag in his hand.

This suggestion sounded to make people think that what he just said to Shudong should be from his heart, and Yan Hang was probably bored.

Yan Hang looked at the bag and clicked his tongue: "I read it right? I'm a little kid who still smokes. Buy one at a time."

"Running errands." Chu Yi said.

"Bought it for your grandma?" Yan Hang asked, giving a thumbs up after thinking about it, "Your grandma has a very good personality."

I didn't speak on the first day, not very happy.

"Go back," Yan Hang waved, "I ran for my life."

On the first day of the first day, he turned around with the bag in his hand, and after walking two steps, Yan Hang's voice came over again: "Are there many people running on this road?"

On the first day of the first year, he turned his head: "No one."

"Why, the environment is not quite..." Yan Hang ran forward and turned back to speak, before he finished speaking, he swayed abruptly, probably stepping on a pit and staggering two steps, "Fuck me?"

"Because," Chu Yi looked at him, "it will fall."

Because there are no lights, the river is still sour, the roads are still rotten, and legends are still haunted.

There are many reasons, but in the first year of junior high school, he couldn't express himself as freely as he thought, so he usually chose short words.

"Okay, let's go, let's go." Yan Hang was probably quite depressed, and continued to run forward while moving his ankles.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, followed the old habit and walked slowly along the wall. When got downstairs, a car honked its horn behind me.

Although he felt that his position was impossible to block the road, he gave way to the side again, his shoulders against the wall.

"Puppy!" Someone called him by his nickname.

Turning his head on the first day of the first day, he saw a small white car behind him. The passenger window was down, and there was a round smiling face in it.

"Auntie." He walked over.

The aunt is Erping, not his aunt, but the cousin, and the grandmother is the aunt's aunt.

However, the relationship between the two families has always been bad. Grandma and aunt quarreled when they met. My aunt and mother fought from childhood to adulthood, but they liked her very much in the first year of junior high school.

"I was just about to call you out," Auntie got out of the car, "Where are you going?"

On the first day of the first day, he shook the bag in his hand.

"Bought cigarettes for your grandma again?" said the aunt.

At first he nodded.

"Come on, get in the car." My aunt opened the back door of the car and patted him on the shoulder.

I got into the car on the first day of the new year and said hello to my uncle who was driving.

"Has the puppy grown taller? Is it taller than during the Chinese New Year?" said the little uncle.

"Illusion, illusion." Chu Yi said.

"It's a little taller. It's the third year of the next semester, and the little boys are running around now." My aunt also got into the car, took out a box from her bag and handed it to him, "Here, my aunt gave it to you."

You don't need to open it to see that it's a mobile phone.

During the Chinese New Year, aunt said that wanted to give him a mobile phone. My mother had a fight with her on the fourth day of the new year. My mother felt that aunt was scolding her, and aunt felt that there was something wrong with mother.

"Take it," the aunt said. "If your mother asks, she will say that I gave it. She is going to smash it. Tell me, I will buy you another one."

"Thank you little, auntie." Chu Yi said.

"You're welcome, Auntie just wants you to be like other children," Auntie looked at him and sighed, "A sin."

On the first day of the new year, he glanced out of the car window. Usually, my aunt would talk to him for a while, but today because he was out to buy cigarettes, he went to the tree hole and talked to Yan Hang for a while, which was a lot longer than normal. Now, he was afraid that if he didn't go back, his grandmother would get angry.

But the aunt just came, and if he said he was going, he was afraid that the aunt would be unhappy.

This entanglement made him very helpless, lowering his head and digging gently on the phone case.

"Go back," the aunt said. "Just come out and buy a cigarette. If you go back late, your grandma will be crazy."

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

When he got back downstairs, he first stood in the trash can and removed the mobile phone case, took out the phone and accessories and stuffed them in his trouser pocket, threw the box away, and then entered the corridor.

As soon as the door opened, grandma's voice rushed out from the crack of the door: "The old lady with bound feet can go to the crematorium faster than you!"

"That's not, not necessarily." Chu Chu whispered.

"What did you say!" Grandma came over holding the dog.

"No." On the first day of the first year, he raised his hand to protect his head, and handed over the bag of cigarettes with the other hand.

Grandma took the cigarette, turned around, walked two steps and then turned back: "Where's the money back! You want to swallow my money, don't you?"

The first day of the first year pointed to the bag: "It's inside."

Grandma was probably in a hurry to smoke, so she didn't continue to scold him, and threw the dog on the ground and walked away.

The dog is an old dog. It was thrown to the ground by grandma and rolled directly to the wall without stopping.

On the first day of the first day, I picked it up and put it back in its own nest, and pinched its paws again.

"Pour a glass of water." Mom said behind her.

At the beginning of the day, went to wash hands and poured a glass of water for mother.

"Do your homework," Mom gave him a sideways look, "I'll give you another 20 points for the midterm exam, and I'll put it on the wall for you."

On the first day of the new year, sat down at the desk and turned on the lamp.

relieved.

Although he doesn't like going to school or doing homework, what he likes most at home is sitting here, the only place that is entirely his own.

As soon as the light came on, the unhappy, nervous, and fearful surroundings all disappeared.

There is no rule at home for when he goes to bed. He usually waits until his grandmother and grandfather have finished snoring before entering the house to sleep.

Grandpa went to live at his aunt's house today, so grandma's snoring was a little weak, and she didn't have the usual momentum.

On the first day of the first day, he took out his mobile phone, and my aunt was very generous, but he did not dare to use this mobile phone at all.

As long as he dares to take it out, his mother can see it at a glance.

When my mom sees someone, she looks at her phone first, and she has to ask, is it Apple?

From my mother's point of view, only apples are considered mobile phones, and pears, bananas, sugar cane and everything are garbage.

When I first took out my mobile phone, I pulled out the SIM card and put it in the new mobile phone.

When he turned on the phone, he suddenly remembered something, jumped up, covered the phone on his stomach and ran into the toilet. After waiting for a long time, he found that there was no music on the phone.

Although I'm not used to it, this phone is very easy to use. I squatted in the toilet and pulled the phone on the first day of the first year.

The previous mobile phone was eliminated by my father. It had been used for three years before it was eliminated, and it had been in his hands for more than a year. He worked hard to provide the mobile phone like his ancestors, but he still could not stop it from entering the stage of mind exchange. .

I was a little tired from squatting, so sat down on the ground on the first day of the first year of junior high school, and after tossing for a long time, opened WeChat.

The speed is shaky.

He looked at the circle of friends, and the latest posts were all posted by classmates. He never participated in the discussion. It was estimated that his classmates had forgotten that he was still among his friends.

He usually seldom looks at the circle of friends, but today he kept scrolling down. Maybe the mobile phone responded too quickly and couldn't stop.

I also saw a circle of friends posted by my mother in the afternoon.

A few pictures are all bags. It can be seen that they were taken on the display stand in the store. They are also clearly photographed. Even a native like him can recognize it as LV.

One more word.

- Guess how much these bags cost?

On the first day of the first day, she sighed, this circle of friends must be grouped, at least to block her most hated Erping family.

But it still embarrassed him.

So quickly scroll down.

Punishment day.

He stopped, and only then did he react, and it wasn't because the phone responded too quickly that he kept scrolling down.

-time is slipping away but I could not even seize a second.

In his circle of friends, Yan Hang's content seemed to have come from another world. He was a little shocked when he stared at this English sentence on the first day of the school.

He clicked into Yan Hang's photo album.

The frequency of Yan Hang's Moments is about once a day, but he only saw the second one.

-my solitude pervades the sky when the night falls

He didn't take a closer look at the content below, just glanced at it.

Then he backed out, holding his phone in a daze.

Yan Hang's circle of friends is actually all in English, without a single Chinese word.

Very advanced.

Much more advanced than those of Li Zihao.

After playing with the mobile phone, on the first day of the first day, he changed the calling card back to his old mobile phone, and hid the new mobile phone in the innermost part of the desk drawer.

Yan Hang ran halfway along the road by the river and turned from a sideways small alley.

There were no street lights before, and it was fine to run and step on the pits. After a while, there were lights. He saw a piece of garbage near the river bank that was about to complete the task of filling the river and making land.

I probably know why no one comes here for a run. It's getting hot in two months, so don't know what the smell is.

I actually picked a tree hole in such a place on the first day of the new year, which is quite creative.

For people who have been bullied for a long time, this kind of place where no one will come is the safest.

After running out of the alley, he got lost.

Standing on a side street he had never seen in the days he moved here, luckily he hadn't run much for a while, and even if he got lost, it wouldn't be too far from where he lived.

He took out his phone and opened the navigation, looking at the map.

I found my way back in no time.

It is said that a person like him who can read a map at the age of five and has followed his father to unfamiliar cities, towns, towns and even villages can hardly count. It is difficult to get lost.

Maybe that's why.

Many times he leaves without a three-dimensional cognition of a new environment. After a long time, he will no longer be familiar with the new environment.

Anyway, they will leave, if you get lost, you will get lost. Anyway, you will forget it. If you don’t remember, don’t remember.

When he got home, he saw that the light was on, and it should be Dad who came back.

However, he still habitually and cautiously opened the door and asked, "Old Yan?"

"What?" Dad's voice came from the door.

Yan Hang pushed open the door. Dad was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Have you eaten yet?" he asked, smelling the familiar smell of alcohol, "hurt?"

"Well," Dad raised his arm, "I haven't eaten. Get something to eat? Beef short ribs or something."

The arm can still move, that is, the injury is not serious.

"Dare to order it," Yan Hang took off his coat and opened the refrigerator door, "How about I return the 154 card to you, go and order it."

"That little bit of silver is enough." Dad stretched and fell on the sofa.

"Noodles?" Yan Hang said, "I bought some pasta to make you a pasta with beef short ribs?"

"Okay," Dad nodded, "our crown prince's craftsmanship is delicious in boiled water. After all, he is a future chef who wants to enter the western food industry."

"It sounds like swearing." Yan Hang took the materials into the kitchen.

Yan Hang's craftsmanship is really good, and his father knows this very well.

Dad said that you have to be brave enough to face your own strengths. The real strengths do not need to be affirmed by others, just be proud of yourself.

Yan Hang turned on the gas stove and started making pasta.

Dad has said a lot, all of which are like crazy, but what he needs to remember, he remembers every sentence.

Very obedient prince.

Yan Hang sighed softly.

The landlord kept a full set of cooking utensils in the kitchen, and it might be uncomfortable for someone to change, but Yan Hang didn't have such troubles, he always used the ones that didn't work well, and there was no comparison at all.

When returned to the living room, father was already asleep on the sofa.

He walked over with the prepared face, hesitated for a moment, put his hand in Dad's ear and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

Then he quickly backed away.

But it was still slow. Dad didn't even open his eyes, he grabbed his wrist as soon as he raised his hand, and before he could break free, he was already twisted and pressed.

The feeling of soreness, pain and numbness suddenly rushed to his shoulders, and he could only follow down. In order to protect the face in his hands, he had to kneel on one knee and shout: "Me!"

Dad opened his eyes and let go of his hand, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "If you want to sneak attack on your father, be a little more tender, Xiao Hanghang."

"Hurry up and eat." Yan Hang put the noodles on the coffee table, rubbed his arms and sat beside him.

Dad got up, took the plate, smelled it, and slowly ate it, with a very enjoyable expression on his face.

Yan Hang took his mobile phone and looked down, clicked on WeChat, there was a lot of news, he didn't bother to read it, and directly clicked on the avatar of the first grade.

The avatar of the first day of junior high school is just like his nickname.

After entering the album, Yan Hang was speechless again.

All the child's words were probably exhausted when he pressed his face into the tree hole.

There are no photos and no words in the circle of friends.

There are only one small emoji, and only one at a time.

Swipe down and pull, and a string of small expressions slides past.

He looked cautiously lonely.

"By the way, this time may be longer. If you want to work part-time," Dad took out a card-like thing from his pocket and threw it at him, "Use this."

Yan Hang didn't have time to take his eyes off the screen of his mobile phone, and first reached out and caught the card in the corner of his eye.

It's an ID card.

Every time they stayed in one place for a longer time, Yan Hang would go to work, his father would give him a fake certificate, and he would get one himself.

I don't know if it's for the sake of freshness, but the name used is different every time.

This time too, Yan Hang looked at the card in his hand.

The photo is his right.

Name: Yan Jidao

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