"You didn't wake up when you went to work on this stuff, didn't you?" Yan Hang looked at his father, "Yan Jidao? How can I use it when I take it out? Why don't you write the Northern Song Dynasty on your birthday? Why don't you just stay here? Two more words should be printed on the top."

"What word?" Dad asked while eating with great interest.

"Fake certificate." Yan Hang said.

Dad finished the last bite of noodles while laughing, leaned back on the sofa and laughed for a while: "Let's Prince, after all, we are people who went to elementary school..."

"I'll take a look at yours." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"My what?" Dad asked.

"Your ID card is done twice every time, and yours must be done," Yan Hang put down his phone and walked up to him, "Take it out and I'll take a look."

"Hey!" Dad sighed and took out his own from his pocket.

Yan Hang saw the name above at a glance.

Yan Shu.

He couldn't help but scolded, "Shameless."

"What's the matter? Don't let me use it?" Dad picked up the remote control and changed the table, placing his legs on the coffee table.

"I want to change with you, Yan Shu sounds nicer," Yan Hang said, "your name is Yan Jidao."

"No, I can't change it." Dad shook his head.

"Why!" Yan Hang said.

"Yan Shu is Yan Jidao's father!" Dad glanced at him, "Illiterate!"

"...No, you're making a false certificate and sticking to historical facts?" Yan Hang was speechless, stood for a while and didn't know what to say, sat back in the chair, and asked again after a while, "Yan Shu is really Yan Jidao his father. ?"

"Yeah, shall I tell you?" Dad said.

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

"Yan Jidao, the seventh son of Yan Shu," the father said with a serious face, "seven children, you know?"

"Ah." Yan Hang looked at him.

"He has six other children, the eldest is called Yan Yidao, the second is called Yan Liangdao, and the third is called Yan Sandao," Dad counted, "and so on, there are four, five or six Yan..."

Yan Hang opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Later on, I was confused and couldn't remember how long it was." Dad slapped his leg, "It's called Yan Jidao, remember?"

Yan Hang nodded: "I almost believed it."

"Okay, get out of class." Dad waved.

Yan Hang stretched and stood up: "I'm going to lie down for a while."

"Go," Dad said. "If you can't sleep, get up and talk to me."

"No, you sleep with you." Yan Hang entered the toilet.

Dad looked a little tired. He probably hadn't slept for the past two days. For Yan Hang, sleep was a very precious thing.

He runs every night. First, he likes to run, and second, he sleeps when he is tired from running.

But today, due to the wrong route selection, came back after not running for a long time, so was completely drowsy in bed.

Dad went back to his room to sleep very early. Yan Hang envied his father for that.

After lying down until his back became numb, he turned over, picked up his phone and glanced at it, it was three o'clock.

Just take medicine.

Yan Hang turned over again, touched the small table at the head of the table, touched it twice and then withdrew his hand.

Forget it and try harder.

Dad was worried before: "You should control this medicine, don't take it all the time, or you will have one less option for suicide in the future."

Yan Hang closed his eyes and smiled for a while.

On the first day of junior high, he held his chin. Although the teacher kept tapping on the blackboard to give lectures, his eyes never moved, and he had spent most of the class time on a tree outside the window.

The teacher doesn't care about him, he doesn't sleep, doesn't talk, doesn't move, doesn't affect other students, just in a daze, the teacher may not be able to see him.

Especially the English teacher standing on the podium now, can't even pronounce his name.

Thinking of English, Chu Yi took his eyes back from the tree for a few seconds, glanced at the blackboard, and the strings of English made him dizzy.

But it doesn't look as advanced as those in Yan Hang's circle of friends.

Probably because there are more words that don't know.

This is the last class, and there are still a few minutes left.

Today he planned to go to the door of the teacher's office to stand for a while, and then go home after Li Zihao and the others left.

Yan Hang is too powerful, they should have no way to trouble Yan Hang. Usually, they are looking for trouble for him at times like this.

He leaned back on the back of the chair on the first day of the new year, trying to sort out the books in the drawer first. As soon as his back touched the chair, he felt a tingling pain. He was startled and straightened his back.

A few low-pitched laughter came from behind.

It should be a pushpin. He is still very experienced in this kind of thing. He didn't look back on the first day of the new year, and he didn't touch the chair or his back, but just fell on the table.

There can be no reaction at this point, anything that grabs their attention will keep things going.

It would be better if you could be invisible.

He told Shudong about this little wish, and he has not obtained this ability for many years.

When the get out of class bell rang, the people in the classroom quickly got up and rushed towards the door. They were all hungry at the moment, and most of them were in a hurry to go home or go to the door to eat.

When a few people passed by him, they patted him on the head a few times. They ignored him on the first day of the new year, put the things on the table in the drawer, and then stood up.

Only then did he glance at the back of the chair.

Sure enough, a pushpin was stuck there with tape.

The first thumbtack was pulled off and pressed against the iron pipe of the chair. After bending the nail, threw it into the drawer.

When left the classroom and wanted to go to the teacher's office, the road was blocked.

"Where's your boss?" Li Zihao asked.

On the first day of the first day, he didn't say anything, didn't look at him, turned around and wanted to go back.

"Did your boss come to escort you?" Li Zihao's good buddy blocked his way back.

He sighed and stood still.

"Let's go, let's go home together." Li Zihao pushed him towards the school gate.

Although they were reluctant on the first day of the new year, they were still brought to the school gate by a few of them.

He didn't care much about what happened next, but today he planned to go to the stationery store and buy a notebook.

It seems there is no chance.

"Aren't you quite arrogant?" Li Zihao pushed him after he left the school gate.

On the first day of the first day, I wanted to say that I wasn't arrogant. When have I ever been arrogant? Isn't Yan Hang very arrogant... Li Zihao really isn't someone to be the boss, and he couldn't even find the right target.

Li Zihao put his arm on his shoulder: "Your boss didn't mean to cover..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a whistle coming from the front.

This clear whistle is very familiar. Except for Yan Hang, have never heard anyone around me who can whistle so cleanly on the first day of the first year.

Li Zihao was probably similar to him, and stopped when he heard the whistle.

On the first day of the first day, looked up and saw a man sitting on the railing of the sidewalk.

Sweatpants, a mask, elbows on his legs, he is tilting his head and looking this way, the phone in his hand is facing this side.

"Fuck." Li Zihao briefly expressed his depression in one word.

He was a little hesitant on the first day of the new year. He didn't know whether Yan Hang appeared here to "cover him", or just to shoot a video or live broadcast.

After all, he had almost no experience of being "rescued".

It was so stalemate, until Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket and slightly tilted his head at him, then he lowered his head and walked over quickly.

Yan Hang jumped off the railing, said nothing, turned around and walked straight forward.

On the first day of the first year, he bowed his head and followed behind him.

Going all the way to the intersection, Yan Hang wondered if he should take something to eat at the noodle shop he went to with his father on the first day of the first day of the new school, when he said from behind him on the first day of the first year, "This, this way."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked back at him.

"I'm going, this way," Chu Yi pointed to the right side of the road, opposite the direction he was going home, "Thank you."

Those little bastards were still far behind, so Yan Hang couldn't understand what he said on the first day of the first year. He pointed to himself: "Where are you going, what about me?"

"Go home," said the first day.

Yan Hang glared at him, and after a few seconds he said, "Do you believe it or not that I will slap you now?"

At first glance, he didn't speak.

"...What are you doing over there?" Yan Hang asked.

"Buy a pen, a notebook." Chu Yi replied.

"Pen and notebook?" Yan Hang was stunned, almost speechless, and after a while he waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll go with you."

"Notes, Ben." Chu Yi said again.

"Ah!" Yan Hang raised his head and shouted, and sighed again, "I see, it's a notebook, no pen."

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

Every time he came to a new place, Yan Hang would be very bored for a few days, and he didn't know what to do to pass the time.

However, he will take care of the business of the first year of junior high school, he will come over to wait for the first year of junior high school to be dismissed, and he will endure the occasional irritability in the first year of junior high school, but it is not all because of boredom.

Dad always hoped that he could "contact" more people. Every time he used part-time work to get in touch with many people as an answer, in fact, he knew why Dad said that.

He has no friends.

But digging out the internal reasons, he doesn't seem to have the conditions to make friends. Dad knows this, so every time he mentions it, he doesn't talk about it anymore.

The first day of the new year was the most interesting of the few people he had come into contact with in the past two years, apart from the co-workers, colleagues and landlords who worked part-time.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, he took him to the door of a small stationery store, stopped and looked at him: "This is it."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I'll wait for you outside, and you'll invite me to dinner later."

"I don't have any money." Chu Yi said.

"You can eat a bowl of noodles for ten yuan." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." The first day responded, turned around and entered the store.

Yan Hang looked into the store, there was a stool next to the cashier, he took the stool out and sat at the door to look at the scenery.

The boss stuck his head out of the store and looked at him, he glanced at the boss: "Huh?"

The boss didn't say a word and went back to the store again.

The stationery store should be a hell for those who have difficulty in choosing.

Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and wanted to read the news. As soon as he turned on the screen, a figure stood beside him.

He looked up and saw that it was the first year of junior high, holding a purchased notebook in his hand.

"So fast?" Yan Hang was stunned for a moment, "It's not that you don't have difficulty in choosing, you are simply blind, right? Which one is the one you find when you go in."

"Why don't you," Chu Yi looked at him, "sit again, sit for a while."

"...Are you always being bullied because you owe your mouth?" Yan Hang stood up, put the stool back in the store, thanked the boss, and then came out to the first day and turned his head, "Let's go, eat something. ."

The first day of the first year did not make a sound, and continued to follow behind him.

Yan Hang said that to invite guests on the first day of the first year was just a casual joke. He was planning to find a place to eat. If he wanted to, he would eat together.

He walked back all the way in silence, and when he arrived at the door of the beef noodle shop, he suddenly stopped on the first day of the new year.

"Eat noodles?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the first day of the new year, he dug out in his pocket, took out a piece of ten yuan that was folded twice, and handed it over: "Here."

"Why?" Yan Hang was shocked.

"You eat, noodles." Chu Yi said.

"Are you watching?" Yan Hang asked.

"Go home." Chu Yi said calmly.

Yan Hang looked at him for a while before asking, "Are you from Earth?"

"Fire, Mars," Chu Yi smiled, "probably...probably."

Yan Hang lost his temper, took the money from his hand, and looked at the price sign at the door of the store: "Ten yuan is not enough."

"Plain, ten, ten yuan." He said without looking at it at first glance.

"...I can't live without eating meat." Yan Hang said.

After thinking about it on the first day of the first year, he beckoned to him: "Come."

Yan Hang followed him forward, walked out of this small street and turned into an alley, and couldn't help but ask, "Where to?"

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, walked forward for a while, raised his hand and pointed to a small shop next to him: "Look."

Yan Hang turned his head.

It is also a beef noodle shop. It is a bit shabby and smaller than the previous one. The cashier counters are all placed at the door, and it says beef noodles are 10 yuan.

"...Fuck." Yan Hang was completely speechless.

"Intention, intention or not, outside?" said the first day, "is it surprising..."

"Shut up." Yan Hang said.

When he was going to buy beef noodles on the first day of the first year, Yan Hang reached out and grabbed his arm: "Classmate of the first year of junior high school."

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked back at him.

"I'm joking," Yan Hang said, "play, play, laugh, yes."

"Ah?" The calm expression on the first day of the first day has changed, and the tone is also full of sudden realization, "Oh..."

"Go back." Yan Hang leaned back against a tree, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and took one of them.

When he looked up, he found that the first day was still looking at him.

"What are you looking at," Yan Hang said, "I am overwhelmed and shocked."

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

"Thank you, I have nothing to thank, thank you twice." Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

"No, no more, go again," Chu Yi said softly, "school."

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"There's another one, a year and a half," said the first day of the first day. "You go, every day, right?"

Yan Hang suddenly didn't know what to say.

The first day smiled and turned away.

Yan Hang leaned under the tree and finished smoking before he patted his clothes and walked back slowly.

The words of the first grade made him a little uncomfortable.

When got home, father was making dumplings.

"Come on, how did you make the kind of goldfish dumplings you made last time?" Dad said.

Yan Hang went to wash his hands, sat beside the coffee table, took a dumpling wrapper, wrapped a goldfish dumpling, and put it in front of his father.

"What? Didn't you go out to be the messenger of justice?" Dad looked at him, "Failed?"

"Ah," Yan Hang responded and smiled, "Yes."

Dad didn't say a word, he took a dumpling wrapper and followed him to wrap the goldfish slowly.

"Old Yan," Yan Hang leaned back on the chair and looked at him, feeling the ten dollars in his pocket that he forgot to return to the first year of junior high school, "Have you ever seen that kind of person who can accept his own life very calmly, nothing at all? Unaffected people?"

"You." Dad said.

"I'm not calm," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "I just don't seem to care."

"How do you know that others are not," Dad smiled, "who really has no idea in his heart."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Are you looking for a job this morning?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, hold Yan Jidao's ID card." Yan Hang said.

"How is it?" Dad asked with a smile.

"Go to work tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "it's very close, just a coffee shop next to 846."

"So smooth, how do you say?" Dad asked.

"Let's just say that. I asked if I was recruiting people. They said what you can do, and I said I can do everything you eat here." Yan Hang said.

"Very good, what I want is this shameless bragging," Dad nodded, "and then?"

"Let me make cheese soufflé, and I'll do it," Yan Hang said. "Then the boss asked me if I wanted to go to the kitchen?"

"If you say no, I just want to be a waiter." Dad said.

"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.

After a short silence, he had a good time with his father, and laughed for a long time.

"You are more and more able to pretend." Dad said happily.

"I'm only 17 years old," Yan Hang put his legs on the coffee table, "It's just pretending..."

Dad kicked his leg off the coffee table.

"Age." Yan Hang said.

When came home on the first day of the new year, grandmother, grandmother, and mother were sitting in the living room, and mother's face was gloo.

In his memory, his mother hardly ever laughed. Most of the time, she kept the corner of her mouth down. As she got older, when the nasolabial folds were connected to the corner of her mouth, she looked even more unhappy.

"There are dumplings in the refrigerator, let's cook them." Seeing him come in, my mother said something.

"Yeah." On the first day of the first day, he put down his notebook, put a pile of shoes thrown on the ground onto the shoe rack, and then went into the kitchen.

"There's no drama at the water station?" Grandpa asked.

"It was said that the news was given this month, but now the face is gone," said the mother, "what else can be played."

On the first day of the first day of the new year, was in the kitchen boiling water to prepare dumplings, while listening to the movement in the living room.

My mother has been working at a water delivery station. Last month, the water station said that the business was not good, and she took a half-month leave. My mother was worried that the water station would become yellow. Now it sounds like it should be really yellow.

"Er Ping said to introduce you to work, have you introduced me?" Grandma asked.

"Let me go to their kindergarten to be a childcare worker," the mother said in a displeased voice, "Isn't this mad at me! Is there such a thing!"

"She is a teacher and makes you a childcare worker?" Grandpa shouted, "What the hell!"

"Didn't she say before that they were recruiting kindergarten teachers there! Why did her own family become childcare?" Grandma shouted in dissatisfaction, "It's obviously bullying people!"

On the first day of the first day, the kitchen door was closed lightly, and he stood by the stove and looked at a pot of water in a trance.

When the water boiled, he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.

If remember correctly, he bought it at the small supermarket opposite, at least three months ago.

He searched in the refrigerator and found that there were no other dumplings. Mom said it was these two bags.

He had to take the two bags of dumplings apart and take a look. The dumplings were all stuck together.

He hesitated to open the kitchen door and stuck his head out: "Dumplings are very, very long."

"How long can it last! It's not bad," my mother frowned. "It's enough to eat it. You are so particular about which son you are, and you have to pay attention to your aunt's past."

On the first day of the new year, he returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.

When the water boiled, he took out his mobile phone, communicated with the mobile phone with his thoughts for a long time, and posted an emoji in the circle of friends.

【strong】