On the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the first day of the new year, he said that after running the road, it took about five minutes to run for his life. Yan Hang wanted to say, do you know what the speed of my escape is?

Of course, he didn't escape his life, and his MAX gear should be called "pull up and beat you".

If this gear is turned on, it will never take him five minutes to run the road by the river if he doesn't step on the pit and fall.

Just by looking at the start-up posture of the little girl who ran along the road to the next alley, Yan Hang knew that he would definitely catch up within 30 seconds.

As soon as No. 1 ran into the alley, Yan Hang had already caught up behind him.

The crown prince stepping on the wind.

However, No. 1 ran so deeply that he couldn't even look back, and he didn't realize that Yan Hang was already behind him.

Yan Hang can drag him down as long as he reaches out his hand.

But the moment he raised his hand, he changed his attention. He accelerated sharply, leaned over and shouted: "Where is the stab!"

No. 1 was so frightened by this roar that he jumped forward at least three steps in a row while running.

Yan Hang stopped, too happy to run away.

No. 1 looked back at him, turned his head and continued running.

"Let you be twenty meters!" Yan Hang shouted, "Come on!"

"Fuck you uncle!" No. 1 roared as he ran.

"Go, I'll show you the way!" Yan Hang shouted happily.

There was a bend in the front of the alley, and Yan Hang was not familiar with it, so he took a breath and rushed forward to chase it out again. He wanted to bring down No. 1 before the turn.

The explosive power of No. 1 was probably only enough for him to run for 500 meters. When Yan Hang caught up with him at the corner, his speed was already slower than before.

Yan Hang whistled behind him.

No. 1 stopped abruptly, probably because he knew he couldn't run away, he turned around and punched Yan Hang.

Yan Hang was rushing fiercely, and his inertia made it impossible for him to stop immediately.

He didn't even plan to stop.

He raised his arm to hold the fist that No. 1 had swung to the side, then grabbed No. 1's shoulder, pressed it down, and pushed his knee against his stomach by inertia.

When he let go, No. 1 sat down on the ground.

He didn't exert any force on this knee at all, all he used was inertia.

My dad said that if you play with it, it's okay to hurt, and you don't need to hurt anyone.

So No. 1 wasn't hurt, but it hurt a lot.

Definitely still nauseous.

"Did you just call me?" Yan Hang stood in front of him.

No. 1 didn't make a sound, and after two seconds he jumped up again, looking like he was going to hit him directly.

Yan Hang raised his foot and kicked his shoulder when he just jumped up, kicking him back to the ground and sitting.

"I want to ask you something." Yan Hang said.

"Ask a fart!" No. 1 didn't get up again this time, but kicked his crotch.

Yan Hang quickly turned sideways and threw a punch on his face. This time the shot was heavier. After two minutes, he could see No. 1's red eye sockets, and then he was blue for a few days.

"Do you want face?" Yan Hang asked, "Do you fucking want face?"

This kind of behavior of sneak attacking in the next three ways simply made him speechless.

"What the hell are you doing!" Number One roared.

"Play," Yan Hang smiled at him, bent down, and said softly, "Don't you usually play like this?"

"When did I hit people like this!" No. 1 stared at him, shouting so much that the stars were sprayed on his face.

"Have you lost your memory?" The smile on Yan Hang's face slowly disappeared.

"You want to help the first graders, then you fight! Fight! That's right, I threw the broken pen he was going to give away, what's the matter! You are so arrogant that you stand up for him!" No. 1 shouted, "You hit……"

At his request, Yan Hang slapped him in the face, killing half of what he said.

"I don't stand up for anyone, I'm a fart in the first year of junior high, can I stand up for him?" Yan Hang said coldly, "I'll tell you, I'll beat you up for fitness, understand? You see me less fucking. Mouth owes, Ma Liu'er walks around."

No. 1 stared at him without responding.

"Do you understand!" Yan Hang leaned towards the tip of his nose and roared.

No. 1 did not expect him to be like this, and his pupils shrank suddenly in shock.

"Let's go," Yan Hang patted his shoulder, straightened up and put his hands in his pockets, "Continue to run, exercise, and defend your home and country."

After watching No. 1 running and scolding and disappearing from the alley, Yan Hang whistled happily, moved his arms, and walked slowly to the coffee shop.

This morning today, vented a bit, and mood can be said to be very good.

I walked out in the direction of No. 1, and made two turns. When exited the alley, was already on the street.

On the right is the road to the coffee shop, and on the left is the bridge less than 100 meters away.

Yan Hang put his hands in his pockets and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked over to the bridge.

Go down the steps and follow the path to the place where the treasure hunt was on the first day of the first day.

Send someone?

The river beach is still the same, the black mud is mixed with pieces of garbage, the water flowing through the cracks in the garbage, and a gust of wind blowing in the face... Forget it.

Yan Hang turned and left.

Back on the street, he put on a mask, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message "Come and play" on his scarf, and then started the live broadcast.

Not many people watch it at this time, especially this kind of live broadcast that started suddenly, but he doesn't care at all, he broadcasts because he wants to live broadcast, and there is no second reason other than that.

-I am coming!

- am i the first

There are still so many fans coming in.

"I'm going to work." Yan Hang held up his mobile phone and took a circle around him. When he changed hands in the middle, the camera passed in front of him.

-Eye

- ah ah, my little brother's eyes are so beautiful

"A coffee shop," Yan Hang didn't answer the words on the screen, "the boss is a middle-aged bearded gentleman with a baby head."

-2333333

-want to see

- What is brother Xiaotian wearing today?

"Clothes, pants and shoes." Yan Hang replied, shaking the phone down.

- it's sweatpants again

"Then wear a skirt next time." Yan Hang said.

He just walked around while chatting. When he got to the coffee shop door, he quit the live broadcast. After work, he still had to be serious.

As soon as he put the phone back in his pocket, he heard someone shouting in the store.

"I don't know what's going on! I didn't mess with him!" The voice was inexplicably familiar.

Yan Hang walked into the store, and at a glance, he saw the one who was sitting next to the bar with an ice pack in one hand and covering his eyes... the little one.

"You really didn't provoke him, you called the police!" Boss Li stood behind the bar, "I don't want to call the police and call back! When I was your age..."

Little Supplied No. 1 turned to see Yan Hang, his eyes instantly doubled: "I'll fuck you..."

"Fuck you one more time!" Boss Li slapped his hand on the bar and stared at No. 1.

"It's him!" No. 1 jumped off the bar chair, pointed at Yan Hang, and shouted in a broken voice, "It's him! It's him! It's him!"

Our friend Little Nezha.

Yan Hang couldn't help but sing in his heart.

"It's him! Dad! It's him! Dad!" No. 1 continued to roar.

Yan Hang looked at the excited No. 1, and for a moment thought that No. 1 was calling him, so he didn't need to be so polite.

Boss Li looked over in surprise: "He?"

"It's him!" No. 1 seemed to be unable to say anything else, and shouted this sentence repeatedly.

"How many?" Boss Li looked at Yan Hang, "You hit my son?"

"Ah," Yan Hang nodded, "Just finished."

This straightforward answer made Boss Li open his mouth for a long time before asking again, "Why?"

"He said it was fun!" No. 1 finally found a new word, "Fun! Exercise!"

"Don't talk yet," Boss Li pointed to No. 1, "I'll ask first."

No. 1 glared at Boss Li, took the chair and threw it on the floor, sitting there silently.

"Why?" Boss Li looked at Yan Hang.

These two are actually father and son. Yan Hang never expected it. Boss Li looked calm, but after all, it was his own son who was beaten. Even if he could explain it clearly, he probably wouldn't be able to continue.

Besides, he didn't want to explain.

"It's not pleasing to the eye." Yan Hang said.

"You beat someone if you don't like it?" Boss Li was shocked.

"Yes," Yan Hang nodded and looked at No. 1 again, "Hey."

Number One turned to stare at him.

"I'll send you a word, you must have capital if you don't like people." Yan Hang turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

At this time on Sunday, there are many people on the street, coming and going.

Yan Hang stood under the tree by the sidewalk, very bored.

So he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the first day.

- come out and pay you back

I didn't reply right away on the first day of the first day, probably because of the exchange of ideas, and it took a while before came back.

-what money?

- money for noodles

- didn't you eat

"So I'll give you the money back." Yan Hang couldn't help but made a voice.

- oh what the hell

- Noon, I have something to do now, I will wait for you in the tree hole at noon

Yan Hang looked at this sentence. Compared with the first day of the first year, his typing was really smooth and fluent, which made people feel a pleasant feeling after the cold was cured.

But a little bit of a laugh.

It seems that ten dollars is really important for the first year of junior high school.

Yan Hang put the phone back in his pocket and stretched out. He didn't want to go back now, so let's take a walk for a while.

He looked at both sides, and the other side of the bridge looked more prosperous than this side, so he decided to go there.

He likes to go shopping. Every city has a different "street". Even if they sell the same clothes, buy snacks, and sell toys, they will have different styles.

But this "street" he did not visit.

Because he glanced to the left as he crossed the bridge.

In fact, looking at the bridge, the river is not ugly. The black mud beach covered with garbage has been dropped by the trees by the river...

Through the gap between the leaves, there was a small dark shadow swaying on the beach.

"I...Fuck," Yan Hang shook his hand as he grabbed a stone-carved peach on the railing of the bridge next to him, "I'm really convinced."

What kind of pen did you lose, I'll buy you the same one.

How much is your pen, I'll give it to you.

Let me see you rummaging through the trash again and I'll smack you.

Do not ask me why.

"The first day of the new year!" Yan Hang shouted from the riverside railing.

On the first day of the first day, he was not in the place where he was yesterday, and turned a little to the right. Yan Hang frowned, suddenly suspecting that the kid didn't see the exact position where the pen fell.

However, his ears were better than yesterday. After Yan Hang shouted, he turned his head.

Then he was stunned, and Yan Hang could see that he sighed hard.

"Come up." Yan Hang said.

He hesitated for a while, shook his head, thought for a while and waved at him again, signaling him to go.

Yan Hang looked at him, suddenly a little irritable, took a deep breath and didn't hold back, his hand was a little painful when he grabbed the concrete railing, but he couldn't control it.

It can't be relieved once it's gone.

"Fuck!" he scolded through gritted teeth, "Fuck you!"

He didn't even go to the iron stairs, but jumped out of the guardrail.

When he heard the sound of his landing on the first day of the first year, he raised his head and was stunned in surprise.

"Let me see you looking for that broken pen here again," Yan Hang pointed at him, and no matter what was under his feet, he strode over to the first day of the first year, "I fucking beat your grandma who didn't know you. you!"

The first time he stood still.

"Come here!" Yan Hang said as he took two more steps over there. When he wanted to continue walking, he suddenly felt his feet soften.

Looking down, he has stepped into the mud.

"Don't..." On the first day of the first year, he hurried to his side, pulling out two plastic bags from his pocket as he walked, "Here."

Only then did Yan Hang realize that he had two bags on his feet, one red and one green.

"I don't want it." When he spoke again, he couldn't get angry anymore, but felt helpless. He didn't look at the first day of the first year, turned around and walked back, "You can play by yourself."

After two steps, he felt something flashing in the mud on his left.

He stopped abruptly and turned to look.

Just saw a bunch of garbage.

He adjusted the angle, tilted his head, and flashed again.

"I think I fucking saw your precious pen." Yan Hang walked over there.

On the first day of the first day of school, he immediately followed, and the plastic bag on his feet made a swishing sound.

When Yan Hang bent down and took out the pen that was half inserted in the mud and tied with a yellow bow, he felt as if he was holding the relic of the Buddha.

"Is it this?" He asked the first year of the first year, holding the pen.

"Yes." Chu nodded slightly and took the pen with some excitement.

"Are you blind?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes, it is possible." Chu Yi said with a smile.

Yan Hang looked at him without saying a word and had nothing to say.

"Thank you." On the first day of the first day, he took out a piece of paper and wiped the pen.

Yan Hang took out the ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to him: "Return it to you."

It seemed a little embarrassing that didn't pick up the first day.

Yan Hang put the money directly into his pocket, turned around and walked towards the shore with difficulty.

The first day has been silently following behind him.

After climbing up the riverside, Yan Hang sat on the stone bench next to him, staring at the black mud on his feet in a daze.

The first one took off the plastic bag on his feet, took out the pack of wet tissues that Yan Hang gave him yesterday, took two out, squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand and started to clean his shoes.

"Hey!" Yan Hang was startled, and quickly put his feet away, "What are you doing?"

"Help, help you, wipe, wipe." Chu Yi said.

"No, no, no," Yan Hang said, taking the tissue in his hand, "I'll just wipe it myself."

First look at him.

"You..." Yan Hang grabbed his arm and pulled him up, "Sit down."

"This, pen," the first day of the first year was silent for a while, then took out the pen again, and wiped it with a wet towel, "Actually..."

"Is it for a girl?" Yan Hang asked while shining his shoes.

There was no sound at first.

Yan Hang turned to look at him: "Tie a bow, it's a gift."

"Well." The first day looked a little dejected.

"Wash and change a bow and then send it." Yan Hang said.

"No, no," said the first day, "it's dirty."

"What's wrong," Yan Hang clicked, "she didn't see it again."

First look at him.

Yan Hang looked at him.

After ten seconds, Yan Hang squinted his eyes: "Aren't you going to send me off?"

On the first day of the first year, he lowered his eyelids: "No now, I won't give it away."

Yan Hang never received any gifts.

Without friends, there is no gift. Only dad will buy him something on his birthday, but every time he is very casual. Last year, he received a pineapple with a sticky note on it, saying that the prince is the most handsome. .

"I don't want that bitch bow." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, he looked at him in surprise, then quickly removed the bow on it, holding the pen and handing it to him hesitantly.

Yan Hang took it over and looked at it.

It's a new pen, but looking at the style, you can tell that it was bought at least five years ago. don't know if this is a souvenir from the first year of the new year.

He took out his phone and sent a Weibo.

When the live broadcast started, there were several fans who were less busy than him.

- It seems that brother Xiaotian is extremely bored today

- I'm more bored and caught up both times

"I received a gift." Yan Hang pointed the camera at the pen in his hand.

- hand to hand

- haven't seen a beautiful hand in a long time!

- When will the cooking be broadcast live again? want to watch

"That child gave it." Yan Hang said.

- Poor little one?

- Ahhh! The pen sent by the poor little one?

"Yes," Yan Hang shook his pen, "Just...got it."

-Is the poor beside me?

- Is brother Xiaotian really covering him from now on?

- Can you see what he looks like? I've never seen it clearly

- yes , can you take a look

"You..." Yan Hang turned to look at the first day of the first year, "Do you mind showing your face?"

"Live, broadcast?" Chu Yi asked softly.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"A lot of people, how many?" Chu Yi asked again.

"Not much." Yan Hang looked at the screen.

"You straight, live broadcast, no, people watch?" The first day of the first year was a little curious.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Why, what?" Chu Yi also looked at the screen.

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to discuss in front of my fans the problem of my live broadcast that no one is watching?" Yan Hang was amused.

"Anyway, no, no one is watching." Chu Yi said.

A bunch of hahahaha and 233333 swiped across the screen.

"Damn it, it's really justified," Yan Hang sighed, "Okay, no one is watching anyway. Would you mind showing your face? These young ladies talk about you every day."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

Yan Hang turned his phone to face the face of the first day of the first year.

"Thank you." Chu Yi said.

-!!!!!

- Little handsome boy!

Handsome?Yan Hang looked at the face of the first grader on the screen, and... okay, children are quite photogenic.