Yan Hang likes to work in a coffee shop. The environment is good, there are not many customers, and the working hours are late. After getting up in the morning, he can make breakfast for himself calmly, and then go out after eating calmly.

Dad was at home today and he made two servings when he made breakfast.

"What's for breakfast?" Dad got up earlier than him, and had already left the door and came back.

"Shrimp Omelette Rice." Yan Hang brought the plate to him.

"I love prawns," Dad immediately picked up a fork and poked the egg skin open, then looked at him, "Where's the prawns?"

"Omelet with prawns and diced rice." Yan Hang corrected his statement again.

"...It's all diced, how can you prove it's a prawn?" Dad was a little dissatisfied.

"Don't you have a sense of taste?" Yan Hang said while eating his plate.

"No." Dad answered quickly.

"Then shrimp diced omelette." Yan Hang felt that he should arrange a duel between his father and the first grader.

"Well, it's acceptable," Dad nodded and ate happily, "Go to work in a while, right?"

"It's half past ten." Yan Hang said.

"I'm going to visit the class?" Dad asked.

"Forgive me, Father," Yan Hang sighed, "Our boss is a man, how about you change your target?"

"If you don't change, I can go and compete with him." Dad picked out a diced shrimp and put it in his mouth and chewed it seriously.

"He's not as handsome as you." Yan Hang said.

"I can tell that this evaluation is very sincere." Dad patted his shoulder and turned on the TV with the remote control.

Dad watched the news station of the city. No matter where he went, there must be a TV in the house, and then he basically only watched local news.

Yan Hang didn't quite understand why he liked watching local news so much.

The big city is okay, the local news in the small city is all about neighborhood disputes, or the roads here are bad, the lights there are not lit, not to mention in the county town, it is full of bits and pieces, as if sitting on the road. The old man and the old lady who were enjoying the shade entered.

But my dad just likes to watch it. If it weren't for the fact that the village didn't have his own TV station, when they lived in the village before, my dad would have to watch the news from the village.

The cows of this family ate the seedlings of that family, the chickens of this family drove the ducks of that family, the male dogs of this family were stronger than the female dogs of the village...

"I'm leaving." Yan Hang put on his coat.

"Take the 154 card," Dad said. "If your shop doesn't care about lunch, you can go to the side and pretend that the waiter in the coffee shop will eat Japanese food for lunch."

"...Oh." Yan Hang responded, opened the door and walked out.

After walking for a while, Yan Hang realized that he had met several students on the road. It was the weekend today, and he took out his mobile phone to confirm it.

He uses his phone many times a day, but he barely notices the date and time.

Most of the time both of these things in his life are optional, and sometimes he can't even pinpoint the year.

But every time he suddenly noticed the date and time like now, he would take out his phone and check it carefully.

Sometimes you need such an action to make yourself feel like you are stepping on the ground.

Because it was a weekend, there were more people in the coffee shop than when came for the interview.

When Yan Hang changed his work clothes and came out, he met the boss. The boss's surname was Li. He was a middle-aged man with a strong artistic temperament. The costumes and props were very suitable for the character.

"How many," Boss Li beckoned as soon as he saw him, "Just in time, why don't you bake some cakes? There are too many people today, not enough."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded, scolding Dad for at least twenty seconds in his heart.

With such a name, if it weren't for his quick response, he would have almost wanted to answer a few questions.

Yan Hang was busy, baked the cake, and returned to the bar.

It's okay to do an occasional favor, but not if the boss wants to hire a cook for a waiter's salary.

He would simply walk away neatly.

That's how you treat money like a baba.

I've been running around with my dad for so many years. Dad doesn't seem to save money, so he has no concept of saving money. The money is enough for the travel expenses, the rent, and the food. , go get it.

The way he made money was by working part-time, and he didn't know how his father made money.

Not too willing to figure it out.

"Make me a latte and pack it." A little girl walked to the bar with her mobile phone, and prepared to scan the code while talking.

"Wait." Yan Hang quickly started making coffee.

As soon as the coffee machine started to make beans, the little girl shouted "Ah".

Yan Hang looked at her.

"Don't do it, don't do it, my phone... is out of power," the little girl said.

Yan Hang did not speak

"I don't have cash." The little girl was a little embarrassed.

When he first came here, he saw a charger below, which was probably used by other waiters.

He bent down and touched under the bar, put the charger in front of the little girl, and pointed to the plug next to him: "Go there to charge."

"...Oh." The little girl looked at him in surprise, took the charger and walked to the side, looking at him while charging.

After the coffee was ready, Yan Hang packed the bag and put it on the bar counter, beckoning to the little girl, "Come to checkout."

The little girl swiped the code with her slightly charged mobile phone, settled the bill, and trotted away with the coffee in her hand.

"Okay." Boss Li said with his arms folded beside him.

"What?" Yan Hang turned to look at him.

"It's the first time I've seen someone who can do strong buying and selling so unrestrainedly and confidently," said Boss Li.

"I... just give her a charger." Yan Hang said.

"I told you to buy but not to buy, believe it or not, I will smoke you," Boss Li said, "the expression is very good."

Yan Hang recalled, probably forgot to smile just now.

"I'll pay attention next time," he said.

"Don't pay attention, it's good," Boss Li said. "It's just selling an extra cup of coffee. It's good. You must have this spirit of earning every penny."

"Ah." Yan Hang nodded.

After he was busy until he got off work in the afternoon, Yan Hang felt that his legs were a little stiff. He wondered if the air conditioner was always on in the store, and his head was also a little stuffy.

He hasn't worked part-time this year, and he's a little uncomfortable standing for so long. He won't get tired after running for two hours, but standing like this for a few hours is tiring.

When he got dressed and walked out of the coffee shop, he shook his arms and planned to run back and move his body.

Whenever he feels tired, his mood will change, and this change often comes unexpectedly, and the irritability for no reason is often very surging by the time he realizes it. When he comes out of the store, his colleagues pretend to say hello to him. did not see it.

In this state, he usually uses running to adjust.

After running for an hour, sweating a little, taking a shower and slumping on the sofa, feel very comfortable.

But it's not easy to run at this time. It's a weekend, and there are many people in the streets. If you don't get lost... Probably only the rotten road full of potholes by the river.

The thought of running on that road made him even more upset.

It's not fun to run, it's not fun to run.

When he found the intersection of the road along the river, he hadn't decided whether he wanted to run here or not.

There is a bridge at the intersection, and the bridge is full of traffic, but the road along the river along the narrow and broken steps by the bridge is very inconspicuous, and there is absolutely no "I am a path along the river full of trees". mood.

After standing on the steps for a while, Yan Hang decided to run back from here.

However, after walking down the steps for more than ten meters, he stopped again.

Looking down from the railing, there was a person on the beach full of silt and garbage.

And it looked like he was bending over to find something.

Treasure hunter?

Yan Hang was amused by his first reaction, and even his irritability was diluted a little. He walked to the railing to see what the man was doing.

After a second he froze.

Treasure hunters are the first graders.

Yesterday, after expressing his gratitude to him at the beginning of the year and declining his status as an ambassador of justice, he thought about finding a time to return the ten yuan protection fee to the first year of the first year, and he did not intend to continue to have any dealings with this child. .

I didn't expect to see such a scene again.

He stepped out of the railing, stood on the riverside and stared at the first day of the first year who was rummaging with a stick on the beach below.

After watching it for five minutes, was still in the same posture on the first day of the new year, and it seemed that there was no progress.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't feel it too clearly when he ran past that night. Standing here today, when the wind blew, he smelled the sour smell floating in the river.

"Hey!" he shouted at the bottom.

No response at first.

Stuttering and deaf.

Yan Hang squatted down and whistled towards the bottom again.

On the first day of the first year, the hand holding the stick to pick it up and down suddenly stopped in the air. After two seconds, he suddenly straightened up and turned his head, and then he just stood there.

"What are you doing?" Yan Hang asked.

At first glance, he didn't speak.

"Come up!" Yan Hang shouted.

On the first day of the first year, he looked down at his feet and hesitated.

It was only at this moment that Yan Hang realized that more than half of his shoes were no longer in the black mud.

"Damn it," Yan Hang couldn't bear it, "Come on! Are you Martians so careless! Are you dirty!"

The first day of the first day actually smiled, hesitated for a while, and then slowly walked to the side.

Seeing him walk to the stone under the riverside, Yan Hang frowned and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Dong, things." Chu Yi raised his head and looked at him.

"Your nonsense answer is very standard, come up first." Yan Hang looked to both sides, there was an iron ladder on the berm a few meters away on his left hand, and it should have gone down from there on the first day of the new year.

On the first day of the first year, he glanced at the river beach reluctantly, and then walked over to the iron ladder.

The lower half of the iron ladder is rusted, and you have to hold the iron bars with your hands and push against the wall to get up. It is not difficult to go down, but just jump down, but it is not easy to get up, especially for the first year of junior high school...

When Yan Hang was about to go over to see if he could pull him, he jumped up on the first day, grabbed the last block of the iron ladder, then retracted his legs, and kicked the wall twice, before Yan Hang walked over. Beside the ladder, he had already climbed over the railing and returned to the road.

"You...you're good at it, young man." Yan Hang was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's an award," said the first day.

"What are you looking for?" Yan Hang walked over to him and asked again.

"Pen." The first day replied, looking a little depressed.

Yan Hang remembered the new notebook he bought. If the broken notebook fell, are you still looking for it? Did you remember something important on it? But after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the first sentence to finish.

He had to add for the first year of the first year: "A notebook?"

"Pen." The first day of the first day raised his voice a little.

"Oh, pen?" Yan Hang then reacted.

Things like paper and pens are quite far away from his life. It can only be guessed that the pen is worth a little more than the notebook?

but……

"You're just a pen?" Yan Hang simply couldn't understand their Martian brain circuits.

"Yeah." Chu nodded and took two steps back.

"Hide your ass, can I still beat you?" Yan Hang felt that his irritability had been shaken off on the first day of the first year, and he sat down on the railing next to him.

"Yes, it tastes good." On the first day of the first year, he sniffed a little embarrassedly.

"Oh." He responded.

The two fell silent.

After a while of silence, Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi: "How could your pen fall there?"

On the first day, he smiled and said nothing.

"Is it thrown down?" Yan Hang asked.

Still didn't speak.

"Is it those classmates?" Yan Hang continued to ask.

On the first day of the first year, lowered head and stomped the mud on shoes.

Yan Hang touched in his pocket and found a pack of wet tissues that his colleagues gave him during lunch.

"Here." He handed the tissue over.

I took it on the first day of the new year, took one out, and looked back and forth in my hand.

"Don't you have wet wipes on Mars?" Yan Hang said.

"Come here, I haven't seen the earth since then." On the first day of the first day, he squatted down and wiped the mud on his shoes slowly.

Yan Hang looked at him. In fact, it was a matter of whether or not to polish the shoes. A very old pair of shoes had a very old style.

"The first day of the first year." Yan Hang called him.

"Huh?" The first day looked up.

"Why can't they get along with you?" Yan Hang asked.

On the first day of the first year, he lowered his head and continued to polish his shoes. After wiping three pieces of paper, he said, "I hate me."

"Why do you hate you?" Yan Hang jumped off the railing and squatted across from him.

"I stutter, stutter." Chu Yi said.

"Just because of this?" Yan Hang frowned.

On the first day of the first year, the action of polishing shoes paused, and after a while, he nodded: "Well."

fart.

Yan Hang squinted at him and didn't ask any further.

Although it is not impossible to be bullied because of stuttering, a teenage child hates a person and sometimes can't find the reason. When everyone else hates it, they hate it, and when everyone else bullies it, they continue to bully. , for fear that his pace was not unified with the large army and he would be drawn to the opposite side.

But the first year's reaction was obviously not just stuttering.

It's just that Yan Hang didn't want to ask any more questions. It was too difficult to communicate with the first year of the first year. In order to reduce the frequency of stuttering, this child basically did not have more than five-character sentences.

It's an exception when it comes to being rude.

... Such a person can still be sloppy, Yan Hang couldn't help but stare at him again.

Fantastic.

I left after polishing shoes on the first day of the new year, and stared at the beach for a while before left.

Yan Hang wants to ask you if that pen is a gold pen.

This rack-style gold-plated can't be beat, it must be four 9 pure gold.

He stayed in the same place for a while, and it is estimated that he had already walked out of this road on the first day of the new year, and only moved a bit and ran back along the road.

It was still bright today, he didn't twist his feet, and he could see the general appearance of the road.

In general, small roads like this in the city are quite dirty. If you drink too much, you will vomit, and you can't find a toilet to solve it... But this road is actually quite clean.

Running all the way, he wanted to look at the tree hole in the first year of the first year, but he couldn't find it.

When got home, father had already cooked.

One dish and one soup.

Chinese cabbage leaves make soup, and Chinese cabbage helps stir-fry prawns.

"Did you see it, this is called a prawn, move it," Dad said, "Drink two cups?"

Yan Hang nodded, very moved.

Dad never thought about whether it was appropriate for minors to drink. Yan Hang didn't even remember how old he was when he drank for the first time. In short, in my memory, Dad just said, drink two cups, and they can sit down and drink two cups. .

Dad didn't seem to be in a good mood today. He didn't say a word when he was drinking, he just kept his head down.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound.

It wasn't until today's date was mentioned on the TV news that he regained his senses.

He didn't even remember the date when he went out in the morning.

Every year on this day, Dad will be depressed for a day or two.

He hadn't asked, but he kept guessing that this day might have something to do with his mother, whom he didn't remember at all.

The two cups drank a bit too much because Dad was suffocating. When Yan Hang fell on the bed dizzy, he felt the sleepiness of the long-lost punctuality.

He closed his eyes and slept until his father came to wake him up the next day.

I bought it earlier, soy milk fritters.

"No more Chinese cabbage soup?" Yan Hang yawned.

"I'll cook it for you tonight," Dad said.

"I'll cook at night," Yan Hang said, "don't do it, the prawns will die."

Dad was having fun with a fritter in his mouth for a long time.

When Yan Hang was strolling to the coffee shop, he found ten dollars in his pocket, and yesterday he forgot to return the money to the first day of the first year.

Ten bucks is a lot of money for someone who can go to the trash with a pen.

He took out his mobile phone as he walked, intending to send a message to the first day of the first year and make an appointment to give him the money.

Before the phone was turned on, I heard someone next to me shouting in a low voice but in a strange tone: "Boss oh-"

Yan Hang turned his head to look at the voice.

There were two people at the bus stop on the side of the road. After he looked over, both of them quickly turned their heads and looked like they didn't know anything.

Yan Hang can't recognize the road, and it's okay to recognize the person, not to mention that he has already met twice.

Small chops No. 1 and No. 2.

When he thought of the way he was looking for a pen in the garbage and black mud on the first day of the first year of junior high school, he became a little irritable, because of the aggrieved temperament of the first day of junior high school, and more importantly, these classmates who made fun of him when he had nothing to do.

He stopped, turned and walked in the direction of the two of them.

No. 2, who was pretending to look at the stop sign, touched No. 1 with his arm, and both of them tilted their heads at the same time, presumably seeing him.

When Yan Hang was still a few meters away from them, they both turned around and ran away at the same time, and they ran wildly in both directions.

"Fuck me?" Yan Hang quickly picked out No. 1 of the little chopsticks and chased after him.

waste!Thinking that if you can't fight, you can run!