When Yan Hang came over with his mobile phone and held it under the tree that day, he estimated that he was broadcasting live on the first day of the first year, but only today did he know that Yan Hang's live broadcasting was so boring.

And if you want to open, you can open it, and if you want to stop, you will stop without even saying hello.

Don't show your face yet, wear a mask when you may show your face.

No wonder no one is watching.

If Yan Hang is willing to show his face, he will definitely attract a lot of little girls like the same table, throwing a lot of gifts... But on the first day of the first year, like this kind of boring live broadcast.

It will give him a feeling of "a different life", which may be the same as ordinary or boring, but it is different from himself.

Interesting.

Although he hasn't watched the live broadcast a few times in total.

His mobile phone in his twilight years could not accept the new thing of live broadcast. Every time he entered it, it would freeze as if it was using 2G traffic, and then it would freeze, and it would not be able to slow down without digging the battery.

He originally wanted to watch Yan Hang's live broadcast for a while, but the time was not particularly long. He came out to buy oil.

Mom doesn't buy oil at the supermarket, but goes to the vegetable market to buy the kind of big barrels that are repackaged, because it's cheap.

The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time, but he went to find a pen and stayed with Yan Hang for a long time.

Although his mother wouldn't beat him, he was also reluctant to face his mother's gloomy scolding.

"Buy oil?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Isn't there one in any supermarket?"

"Expensive." Chu Yi said.

"Do you want to go to the market to buy?" Yan Hang asked.

Nod at first.

"Then you go." Yan Hang looked at the time.

On the first day of the first day, I stood up and looked at him. I felt like I wanted to say a few more words, but after staring for a while, I couldn't find the words.

"Huh?" Yan Hang was probably a little inexplicable when he saw him, "Don't tell me there is a pen in the river."

"No." Chu Yi laughed, turned and ran along the road.

The pen was given to him by his aunt before, but he didn't dare to use it. Mom has been ordering the pen from the water station. There are blue, red, and black. He has to use that.

He has been hiding this pen all the time. If he hadn't wanted to thank Yan Hang, he wouldn't have remembered the pen. Maybe he would have forgotten the phone in the future.

It's best to forget what you can't have, and it will be uncomfortable if you don't remember it. This is his experience.

On the first day of the first day, ran wildly towards the vegetable market. usually feel tired from running like this, but now don’t think it is very far.

Probably because the pen was sent out.

He didn't have the chance to give gifts, his classmates wouldn't call him on his birthday or anything, and he gave gifts to his parents... but he did.

When he was in elementary school, he saved pocket money for a long time. He also picked up some cardboard beverage bottles and sold them. He put together the money to buy a scarf for his mother, and wanted to make her happy.

Just like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be overjoyed.

Mom didn't take it.

In the end, it was the grandma who carried the scarf with him, ran into the store to make a scene, and returned the scarf. With the money back, grandma bought cigarettes. Quarrel.

After that, he never thought about giving gifts to anyone.

This time, to give Yan Hang a gift, he also made up his mind for a long time.

Li Zihao threw away the pen, and he looked for it in the garbage in the mud. These things didn't matter to him. What he always worried about was that Yan Hang would not want it.

But Yan Hang accepted it, and after seeing with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the stinky mud, he wiped it with a paper without even washing it.

Smile at first.

Yan Hang is very good.

I bought the oil specified by my mother from the vegetable market, and ran back with it on the first day of the new year.

When he ran past the building of Yan Hang's house, he glanced over there. The window of Yan Hang's living room faced the street, with a flowerbed and three trees in the middle, but the curtains were drawn.

Maybe Yan Hang hasn't come back yet.

On the first day of the first day, slowed down, the oil was heavy, and was a little tired after running this way.

Mom didn't call to urge him, indicating that the time was still within the tolerance range... But when he turned the intersection and saw his own building, he knew why Mom didn't call him.

It should be ignored.

Grandma's voice can be heard from far away.

He scolded so much that he couldn't hear the content clearly, but he could almost imagine it on the first day of the new year.

The whole person suddenly felt breathless, and the pace became slower and slower.

He walked slowly by the base of the wall, praying all the time, finish cursing quickly, finish quickly, finish before going downstairs.

But just like the little wish he said to the tree hole never came true, the prayer in his heart never came true.

And today's reality is even more than 108,000 miles away from his expectations.

Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.

Her top had been taken off, her arms were akimbo, and she could be seen in white from the crowd of onlookers.

On the first day of the first day, he stopped and leaned against the wall.

But he couldn't avoid the eyes of others.

"The first day of the first year!" Someone shouted his name with a smile, "Why don't you go and get your grandma home!"

"She will take off her pants even later!" Someone else said with a smile.

On the first day, he lowered his head and said nothing.

He didn't know what grandma was doing today, and who was arguing with him. He only knew that in the eyes of these neighbors, such a scene was a joke that would be staged in a few months.

Everyone knew that his grandmother was a shrew who could pick off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime, anywhere.

This anytime, anywhere, even including their school.

When Yan Hang opened the door and entered the house, his father asked, "What's the smell?"

"...Can you smell it?" Yan Hang raised his foot and looked at the sole of his shoe.

"Yes," Dad said, "did you fight someone in the cesspool?"

"We'll have dinner in a while, don't lose your appetite." Yan Hang took off his shoes and put them next to the trash can at the door. He saw an old man who would come over twice a day to turn over the trash.

"There are people in the class who are cool." Dad said.

"I'm unemployed." Yan Hang went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and when he came out, he touched the pen in his pocket, hesitantly put it under his nose and smelled it, then turned around and washed the pen twice.

"Can't you get money after working one day?" Dad didn't ask him the reason for his unemployment.

"Can you get what you want? It's not enough for a bowl of noodles." Yan Hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.

This is a silver Parker pen. Although it looks quite old, it is very delicate.

As a pen, Yan Hang has no interest in it. He doesn't use a pen very much. After all, he has only been to primary school, and he likes to use a pencil at ordinary times.

But as a gift, it feels different.

"What is it?" Dad asked.

"Can't you see what this is?" Yan Hang shook the pen at him.

"I can't believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.

"It was given by someone else." Yan Hang said.

"Give it?" Dad was a little surprised, "Is that the kid you said?"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "what would you like to have for lunch?"

"Pizza," Dad said.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"I saw that the oven in the kitchen could be used, so I bought the ingredients," Dad pointed to the refrigerator, "I wanted you to make it at night. Since you're unemployed, let's eat it at noon."

Yan Hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.

"Okay," Yan Hang said, "I'll go buy some green peppers and bacon or something."

"Bring another bottle of red wine." Dad added.

"Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Celebrate you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.

Yan Hang didn't speak, he opened the door and went out.

Gift is received.

friend?

First year?

Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friends. He doesn't know what kind of relationship and how deep it is to be considered a friend.

But in the first year, it should not be regarded as a friend.

I haven't said a few words, at least my friends should be able to chat, and it would be suffocating to let him chat with the first year of the first year.

Going out and turning left, there is a supermarket along the road. Yan Hang has been going there to buy vegetables these days. He didn't particularly understand the behavior that his mother had to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of the first year.

On the first day of the new year, was very obedient. ran to the vegetable market to pick up a big bucket of oil...

It's a really big bucket.

Standing at the entrance of the supermarket, Yan Hang looked at the first year of the first year who was walking towards him, and the barrel of oil in his hand was about to catch up with the size of the bucket of the water dispenser.

But the current direction of the first day of the new year is obviously the opposite of his going home.

Yan Hang didn't move, looking at the first day of the first day walking slowly with his head lowered, he seemed a little depressed. He usually doesn't show any expression when he is bullied, but now he frowned.

I didn't see him on the first day of the first day, but just walked forward with his head down. When he passed by him, Yan Hang couldn't help but stretched out his hand and flicked his head: "Hey."

Turned his head the first time.

"Aren't you going home?" Yan Hang said.

"Let's go first, let's go for a while, step." Chu Yi said.

"Walking with oil?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, "stay strong and healthy."

Yan Hang sometimes didn't quite understand what kind of mentality he had in the first day of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year to be rude to people even when he was obviously depressed.

"Is someone blocking you in front?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," the first day of the first year shook his head, "they have a rest on weekends."

"Then take a walk." Yan Hang didn't know what else to say, so he turned around and entered the supermarket.

There were a lot of people in the supermarket, so Yan Hang grabbed some green peppers from the crowd and took a bag of seaweed.

When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that on the first day of the first day, he was following him with a bucket of 800 catties of oil.

"Fuck," Yan Hang was startled, "what are you doing?"

"For a walk." Chu Yi said.

"Don't you bring this thing in and save it?" Yan Hang looked at the oil in his hand, "There is oil here too, I won't let you out for a while."

"I'm three, three no," the first day of the first year turned the bucket, there was no label on it, "It's okay."

Yan Hang sighed, and took a shopping basket on wheels from the side: "Put it in it, I'm tired looking at it."

Chu Chu put an oil drum into the basket, dragged the basket and continued to follow him not far or near.

After taking the red wine, Yan Hang continued to look for bacon. If there was no bacon, he planned to replace it with something else, such as sausage, red sausage, bacon, etc.

Something must have happened on the first day of the new year, but Yan Hang didn't have the habit of asking questions. If he asked a few words, he wouldn't ask. If it was his father, he wouldn't even ask a word.

After buying the good things, he glanced at the first day of the first year. He didn't seem to want to go home with the oil on the first day of the first year, but he didn't follow him any more, and went forward by himself.

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

First time back.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yan Hang asked nonsense.

"Drink for a while, drink oil." Chu Yi said.

"Go to my house for a drink," Yan Hang said, "I'll get you a cup."

"Convenient, is it convenient?" Chu Yi asked.

Yan Hang found that some aspects of the first day of the first year were very upright, and at a time like this, he didn't even refuse.

Good.

Dad was a little surprised that he brought a man with oil when he went out to buy some vegetables.

"The first day of the first year," Yan Hang introduced him, "it's the kid who gave me the pen. I asked him to come over for dinner."

"Welcome, I'm Yan Jidao, his father Yan Shu," the father warmly extended his hand to the first day of the first year, "so polite and brought... oil?"

On the first day of the first day, he was stunned, reached out and shook it with him: "Uncle, okay."

"He bought the oil and wanted to take it home," Yan Hang said.

In fact, there was nothing to fight, he was just afraid that he would not be able to adapt to Uncle Yan Shu's nonsense on the first day of the first year.

"Okay." On the first day of the new year, he put down the oil drum immediately, and after changing his slippers, he neatly arranged several pairs of shoes that were lying on the ground.

Yan Hang glanced at his father, who was also looking at him. Obviously, the smooth action of the first day of the first year surprised his father.

"Let's go live." Yan Hang took his mobile phone and put it on the desk, putting on a mask.

"Yes, does anyone see it?" Chu Yi asked.

"I can't get through this, right?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"It's over." The first day said immediately.

Yan Hang ignored him, switched his phone, and pointed at the materials on the desk.

On the first day of the first day, he looked at Yan Hang's hand.

After someone came in the live broadcast room, the screen was constantly swiping hands and hands.

Yan Hang's hands are really beautiful, especially when they move.

Wash the green peppers, unpack the sausages, pick up the knife...

On the first day of the first year, was a little ecstatic, not only Yan Hang's hand, but also Yan Hang's knife work.

Skillfully shredding green peppers, and then dicing red sausage, every movement is smooth and smooth, without any extra pause and hesitation.

The screen was very lively, and took time to glance at it on the first day of the first year.

- Brother Xiaotian, don't be so cool. Anyway, tell me the steps and essentials.

-Silence Cooking Series

-Suddenly quit the live series

- I see anyone else?

- i saw it too

- someone

Hurry back on the first day.

Yan Hang glanced at him, reached for the phone, and turned the camera to face him: "It's this person."

- little handsome guy

- actually cook together! ! ! !

-I suddenly had a shaky conjecture. . .

Before Chu Chu's stunned expression could be adjusted, Yan Hang put the phone back and continued to process the materials: "Bring me the baking pan."

On the first day of the new year, he quickly handed over the baking tray next to him.

"There's nothing to do with this semi-finished pizza," Yan Hang said. "Just chop up whatever you want, put it on top, shred the cheese, and bake it."

After Yan Hang finished speaking, he put the baking pan in the oven and adjusted the time: "You can eat it after a while."

He has not recovered from the first day of the new year, and he has already withdrawn from the live broadcast.

"It's over, it's over?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's not over, there's one more," Yan Hang turned around and continued to work, "the same content will not be broadcast."

"No one is watching anyway," Dad walked over and leaned against the kitchen door, "Xing Tian, ​​the most unpopular food anchor in history, fans don't even bother to buy gifts."

"Who said that," Yan Hang said while cutting green peppers, "someone just brushed the plane."

"Why?" Dad said. "Slippery?"

Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi: "Probably... Chu Yi showed his face."

Dad was amused and laughed for a long time: "This is for the first year of junior high school."

"Go out and wait to eat." Yan Hang sighed.

Dad smiled and went back to the living room to continue watching his local news.

"Do you want it, do you want it?" Chu Yi asked softly beside him, as if a little embarrassed.

"What do you want?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Face." Chu Yi said.

"Believe it or not, I cut you into pieces together?" Yan Hang was very shocked.

"I," Chu Yi pointed to himself, "the face."

"Wait," Yan Hang put down the knife, holding the desk in his hand, "I'll understand first."

"If you, think, want a gift," Chu Yi explained, "you can..."

"Understood," Yan Hang interrupted him, watching him not speak for a long time, and then said after putting the second pizza in the oven, "Aren't you repaying your kindness?"

At first glance, he didn't make a sound.

"You..." Yan Hang was interrupted by the first day when he wanted to continue.

"No." Chu Yi said.

"What is that?" Yan Hang asked.

"You're rude, gift," Chu Chu whispered, "poor."

"...Go away!" Yan Hang said, thinking about it and having fun again, "Fuck."

On the first day of the first day, he leaned against the wall and watched the oven with Yan Hang.

It can't be said that he is repaying his gratitude, or he simply wants to express his emotions.

For Yan Hang, some things were not done deliberately at all, but just casual, but for him, the feelings were different.

It's just that he didn't dare to admit this feeling, he was afraid that Yan Hang would be inexplicable or think he wanted to seek protection.

He doesn't need anyone to protect him, he just wants someone to communicate with him normally and in the most ordinary way.

Yan Hang can give him such an exchange. Although he doesn't know how long it can last, he still cherishes it.

After the two pizzas were baked, Yan Hang made another soup. On the first day of the first day of the first year, he went to the living room to clear the table, took out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.

Yan Hang was a little surprised by his ability to observe in the first year of the first year. He didn't ask where the things were on the first day of the first year, and it seemed that he didn't deliberately observe, but before Yan Hang spoke, he had already done it.

Yan Hang can't tell what it feels like. He has been running around with his father all these years. Although he has no friends, he has met a lot of people, and he is very sensitive to many things.

The state of the first day of the first year is different from the general discerning child. The feeling that gives him is that he is careful not to make any mistakes, and earnestly and naturally makes everyone satisfied.

"Would you like a drink on the first day of the new year?" Uncle Yan opened red wine.

"No, no." Chu Yi said.

"Have a taste," Uncle Yan poured him a little, "lick a few bites."

"Well." Chu Yi smiled.

Except for the memories of going to relatives' houses, classmates or friends' houses for dinner during the Chinese New Year, he basically has no memories.

And working together in the kitchen, sitting at the table together, chatting while eating, this experience is completely unprecedented. took a bite of pizza on the first day of junior high school and felt very comfortable.

"Do you live nearby?" Uncle Yan asked.

"Well," Chu nodded slightly, "Go further, go forward, Lu Nan."

"Then I went out for a walk today and passed by there," Uncle Yan smiled and touched Yan Hang with his arm as if remembering something, "When I came back at noon today, I saw a shirtless man with a man over there. The quarreling old lady is very sturdy, I am too embarrassed to watch it."

"Ah?" Yan Hang was stunned.

The hand that held the pizza trembled.