Yan Hang stood on the spot until he could no longer see the figure of the first year of the first year.

The words in the first day of the first year made him feel a little unspeakable.

Will leave sooner or later.

This is the idea that he will have every time he goes, except for the never-ending unknown, he will not have any other feelings.

Because he has no contact with anywhere.

I came, I went, and this place where I once lived left no trace of me.

So there is nothing to feel about coming and going.

But now, when he heard such words on the first day of the first day, he would be a little disappointed.

He left traces here, and there is a little boy in the second year of junior high who will remember him.

One day when he looks back, there will be some pictures, and the memory of a certain city will no longer be just a simple place name.

When got home, father had already taken a shower and changed into pajamas, and all the things on the table had been cleaned up in the kitchen, but they were all piled up in the sink without washing them.

Yan Hang was a little lazy at the moment, so he sat on the sofa and froze.

Dad is watching the night news. Except for the first- and second-tier cities, there is not much news in a city that is different in one day. These news are all watched and replayed in the afternoon. There will be a summary on Sunday. Yan Hang feels that as long as Dad At home, he can recite the news of the day.

"Are you going to go for a run with the first day of the first day tomorrow?" Dad asked.

"Well, run, I was going to run anyway." Yan Hang said.

"Very good," Dad nodded and stood up, "I'm going to bed."

"Sleep as soon as you eat a belly?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "Middle-aged people are especially prone to gaining weight, aren't you alert to your belly?"

"Don't be jealous of my figure." Dad stretched and went back to the house.

He has to go to work tomorrow. Yan Hang has to let himself fall asleep tonight. After playing with his phone in the living room for a while, he took a shower and went back to the house.

Lying on the bed for a long time, he didn't feel sleepy at all. He took his mobile phone and opened WeChat, looked at the circle of friends, and saw the small expression on the first day of the first day in a pile of news from various businesses an hour ago.

It's a decent "smile".

It's very inconspicuous, and you won't be able to find it if you try to pull it faster.

Yan Hang smiled, wondering what the little expressions on the first day of the first year meant to him.

After looking at the phone for a while, but still not sleepy, Yan Hang ordered another movie.

Ghost movie.

After watching it for half an hour, didn't see it. was scared to death by the screams of the BGM and the heroine every five minutes, so turned it off.

They were all terrified, and they were simply in high spirits.

He just got up and went to the living room to pour himself a glass of water, ready to take medicine.

When he returned to the house, he saw that the light was still on in his father's house. It had been more than an hour since his father entered the house. Dad slept well, especially in the evening when he ate a late-night snack and drank alcohol. The lights will be off in ten minutes.

If he can't fall asleep for so long, Dad will come over to see if he's asleep, and if he's still awake, let's chat for a while, but Dad didn't look for him today.

Yan Hang hesitated for a moment, walked to the door very lightly, and listened to the movement in the room.

It was very quiet and could not hear anything, but could smell a very faint smell of smoke.

I don't sleep at night, hide in the house to smoke, and can smell it by the crack of the door. This is a rare state for father.

For so many years, apart from his erratic whereabouts and occasional injuries, he has been fairly healthy, and has almost never smoked like this.

Yan Hang raised his hand to knock on the door, but his hand was sore, and he still didn't knock.

Finally, he went back to his room, took two pills and fell asleep.

The medicine is still useful. After all, fell asleep, but when woke up in the morning, head felt swollen.

Yan Hang slowly walked out of the room with his 86-pound head on, and glanced at his father, the door of the room was already open.

He walked over and took a look inside. Dad wasn't there, and then he looked back at the shoe rack. Dad's shoes weren't there, so he should have gone out.

He went in and opened all the windows that were only open.

Dad has the habit of folding quilts when he wakes up, so he can't tell whether he slept or not last night, but the smell of smoke in the room has not completely dissipated to prove that he didn't sleep for long even if he slept. This smell is in the middle of the night. They should all be smoking.

After washing his head with a heavy head, he was thinking about what to get for breakfast when the living room door rang, Yan Hang turned his head, and Dad came in early with a bag full of steam.

"You bought breakfast?" Yan Hang asked.

"You didn't sleep last night, okay?" Dad put the bag on the table. "I went to buy it very thoughtfully. Yesterday, on the first day of the new year, I told me that there was a delicious breakfast there, and there were many varieties."

"You two still talk about this?" Yan Hang took out the small lunch boxes in the bag one by one, "Like the two old ladies."

"We're talking about people's livelihood," Dad said. "How can the old lady be as advanced as us."

"...Oh," Yan Hang looked at the breakfast in the lunch box, it was indeed a complete variety, and the appearance was good, he took a box of his favorite pumpkin pie and took a bite, "What else are we talking about? people's livelihood?"

"I also told me that there are several shops selling clothes in the vegetable market. Although the location is awkward, the clothes are of good quality and cheap." Dad said with a smile, "But after he finished speaking, he thought we wouldn't buy there. Clothes, this child is very poor, very funny, but still has low self-esteem."

"Just like his grandma, ordinary children have to have low self-esteem," Yan Hang said. "My mother seems to be... not so good."

Usually when talking about grandma and mother, Yan Hang doesn't feel anything, but today he stumbled inexplicably.

Dad should have noticed it too, and sighed softly.

Yan Hang stopped talking and continued to eat breakfast.

Dad stood up and walked behind him: "Prince Prince, did you have a heavy head again if you didn't sleep well?"

"Well, more than two hundred pounds." Yan Hang said.

Dad stretched out his hand and scratched his head. The weight was very suitable, and his scalp suddenly relaxed. He leaned back on the chair and asked Dad to continue massaging him.

Dad squeezed from the top of his head to the back of his head, then to the back of his neck, and then his shoulders. He was very professional and dedicated.

"Come back in the evening and bring some food and wine," Dad said. "Drink two cups and chat for a while."

"What are you talking about?" Yan Hang asked.

"What do you want to talk about?" Dad tapped on his shoulder.

Yan Hang bit his lip and made up his mind that it would take a minute before he opened his mouth: "Tell me how my mother died."

Dad quickly paused the hand that tapped on his right shoulder, and then continued to tap on the left shoulder: "Okay."

On the first day of the first day, I felt that I was going to be late, and I woke up 20 minutes later than usual.

He doesn't have an alarm clock, and the mobile phone's alarm clock is too slow, either it doesn't ring, or it can't be turned off when it rings, so he always relies on the biological clock to get up. If the biological clock fails, he will sleep until noon and no one will call him.

But when you get up, you will be scolded.

"The grades aren't very good, and you still have the face to oversleep," Grandma said, smoking a cigarette, "I can't even get up myself, you rubbish!"

I didn't speak on the first day of the first day, quickly finished washing up, grabbed schoolbag and ran out the door.

As soon as he ran out of the corridor, he saw a few people standing at the corner of the building from a distance. He stopped abruptly, turned and ran in the opposite direction.

It was Liang Bing and a few of his friends. It seemed that they had just come back from a night of play. This was the time when they needed to be refreshed. He could not let him go by kicking his feet. It would be better for him to avoid them.

Just go out in the opposite direction and have to take a detour to the school.

If you don't have time to eat early, you can be late.

From elementary school to junior high school, the number of late arrivals can be counted more than a V.

He is particularly reluctant to be late, not willing to sit well in the whole class, and the teacher will only enter the classroom while standing on the podium, so no matter what, he must try his best not to be late.

I shouldn't be late today, ran all the way without eating breakfast, and was almost able to arrive just before the school closed.

If he hadn't been dreaming all night yesterday and hadn't slept well, he wouldn't have fallen asleep until dawn, he was a little depressed.

But it's also quite magical, Yan Hang was in all the dreams this night.

Yan Hang took him to stand by the river, Yan Hang ran with him, Yan Hang ate barbecue with him, Yan Hang held a steel rod and said, "This is a steel rod."

In fact, it can't be said to be magical, think about it every day and dream at night.

Yan Hang is the one who he has been looking forward to one day being able to communicate and chat normally with him like an ordinary person and an ordinary friend.

After waiting for a long time, once you meet it, the impression will always be deep in the dream.

When ran to the school, the teacher who happened to be on duty was about to close the door. On the first day of the first year, he took out the speed of escape and rushed over.

There were four or five other students who ran into the school gate with him, but they were all stopped by the teacher.

The management of the school is very strict. Anyone who comes in when the school is closed will be considered late, and will be recorded and deducted.

But he was not stopped on the first day of the first year. When he rushed in from the two teachers, the teacher didn't seem to see him.

Stealth was successful.

He pinched the steel junk in a small leather jacket in his pocket.

Sure enough, it has become refined, and it works.

Li Zihao didn't trouble him for a few days, and he didn't come to ask him if he had brought it to Yan Hang.

Of course, it was impossible to bring that sentence to Yan Hang on the first day of the new year. In his opinion, that sentence was of the same nature as "you wait for me", and it was just a process.

When the atmosphere arrives, it has to be said.

As for after finishing speaking, I am afraid that the owner of this sentence may not remember it.

Compared with Li Zihao, Liang Bing is the one who will make the first year uneasy.

Those classmates who trouble him are all fake gangsters, not even fake gangsters, they just go along with him to trouble him.

But Liang Bing is not, Liang Bing is a real scoundrel.

Seeing the kind he'd better take a detour.

People in the residential area at home would frown when they mentioned Liang Bing.

Not to mention how big the skill is, it's mainly shameless.

Even the grandma, who has been invincible all her life, would not usually flirt with Liang Bing.

On the first day of junior high, I felt that I was unlucky. I ran into Liang Bing at school, and I still ran into him after school.

Liang Bing didn't go too far. The scope of his activities was in the area of ​​his home. It was probably his safe area. If he left this area, he might be cleaned up by others.

In short, after school at noon, wanted to go back from the small street in front of Yan Hang's house. It was the closest way to his home, and he usually walked here. As a result, when he reached the intersection, he saw Liang Bing swaying on the road. swinging.

Fortunately, he turned his back to this side and didn't see him, so he could only walk forward and go back in a detour.

As a result, just after reaching the intersection, he saw Liang Bing coming towards him.

Is this a street patrol?

"Ah!" On the first day of the first year, he whispered angrily, but he could only turn around again.

When he returned to the street, he was a little angry.

No longer thinking about going home for dinner, he took out his mobile phone and called his mother.

"There is something at school, I have something to do at noon..." He was interrupted by his mother before he could finish speaking.

"It's alright, I know, you won't come back for dinner, will you," Mom said. "I'll bring some noodles when I come back in the afternoon. Do you have any money there?"

"Yes." Chu Yi said.

"Your dad is at home today. You come back and ask your dad to give you the noodles money." Mom said.

"Oh." The first day responded.

After the phone call, he lost his goal. After wandering around the street for a while, he crossed the bridge and wanted to eat a bowl of noodles.

After walking two steps, he stopped. Yan Hang should be working in the western restaurant here?

He was suddenly a little excited, and while walking in, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yan Hang.

-Which is the western restaurant where you work part-time?

After waiting for a long time, Yan Hang did not reply to him. He looked at the time and suddenly realized that it was time to eat, and Yan Hang was probably busy.

He was suddenly embarrassed, so he put the phone back in his pocket and walked along the road.

It didn't take long to see a western restaurant with a recruiting sign at the door.

He stopped and looked inside. It should be this one? But didn't see Yan Hang.

He hesitated for a moment, leaned against a nearby tree, and continued to look in.

Just two or three minutes later, a person came out of it. He didn't dare to look at his face on the first day of the new year, for fear that some waiter would ask him after watching him for a long time.

"Go in?" the man asked next to him.

"Ah." Chu Yi raised his head after hearing this voice.

Yan Hang was wearing the uniform of the restaurant, with a black bottom and red borders, and an apron.

The uniforms are very ugly, and they can compete with their school uniforms, but Yan Hang is very pleasing to the eye.

"Please eat," Yan Hang tilted his head, "Come."

He followed him into the restaurant on the first day of the first day.

good smell.

The whole restaurant is filled with the aroma of food, the aroma of baked snacks, the aroma of coffee, and the meaty aroma of various steaks, pork chops and lamb chops.

This is his first time in a western restaurant.

Last year, my aunt wanted to take him to eat western food, but his mother refused to let him go. In the end, my aunt had to pack two steaks for him.

Grandma scolded all night while eating.

I ate a few mouthfuls carefully on the first day of the first day, but didn't taste it.

"Sit here," Yan Hang took him to the corner by the window, "wait for me."

"Yan Hang," stopped him on the first day of the first day, "are you off work?"

"After get off work, it's time to take turns eating," Yan Hang said, "Sit here and wait for me."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

Yan Hang walked away, he was still a little nervous, there were several tables of customers in the store, all of them were eating and chatting in a low voice, looking very advanced.

He sat here in his tattered school uniform, looking like he had entered the wrong door.

Fortunately, Yan Hang came over soon, with a pizza and two drinks in his hand.

On the first day of the new year, quickly stood up, ready to go to pick it up.

"Sit down," Yan Hang said, putting the pizza and drinks on the table, "there is no door in the back kitchen, do you still want to go in and help people wash the dishes?"

"Also, okay." Chu Yi smiled and sat back on the chair.

"I also asked for a steak for you," Yan Hang said, "it'll be fine in a while, what kind of juice do you want?"

"Juice?" The first day of the first year was stunned, looking at the drink in front of him, "Isn't there, there is juice, right?"

"Black pepper," Yan Hang said happily, "I like black pepper juice."

On the first day of the new year, he still didn't recover, until Yan Hang walked away with a smile, he realized that he was talking about the juice poured on the steak.

While waiting for the steak, he saw Yan Hang serving two tables of guests.

very nice.

Yan Hang's movements are very natural, but every movement is handsome, and he even saw a young lady at a table take out a mobile phone and take pictures secretly.

On the first day of junior high, felt very inspired, so also took out mobile phone.

When he saw Yan Hang coming with a tray covered with a big lid, he pointed his mobile phone at Yan Hang covertly.

but.

It wasn't until Yan Hang came to him that the shutter of the mobile phone clicked.

Photographed a huge, fuzzy, white-gassing lid.

However, compared to the failure of candid photography, the clicking sound of the mobile phone was the most depressing thing for the first year.

"Do you want to shoot me or steak?" Yan Hang lifted the lid and glanced at him, the smile on his lips could hardly be suppressed.

"You," Chu Yi looked at the steak, "the phone doesn't, it doesn't match, it fits."

"It's time to change your phone," Yan Hang poured the black pepper sauce on the steak and sat down, "My dad has a phone that he just replaced, and it's been used for a year. Would you like to use it?"

"I, have," said the first day, "new."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ping, where is the apple," Chu Yi sighed, "My aunt gave it, I didn't dare to let it go, my mother knows, knows."

"Then you took your shoes back last time, and your mother didn't say anything. A new mobile phone is not allowed to be used?" Yan Hang said.

"Little, auntie's, no." The first day looked at the steak.

"Your steak," Yan Hang picked up a piece of pizza, "Let's eat the pizza together."

both of us.

a piece.

On the first day of the first day, there was a very comfortable warmth.

After warming up, I remembered: "You don't, don't eat... can't eat, are you full?"

"What about tongue twisters?" Yan Hang smiled, "I'm in a bad mood today, I can't eat anything, you can eat it."

"Oh." The first day hesitantly picked up the knife and fork.

He had seen how the knife and fork were used on TV, but it was the first time that he poked and ate it like this. He cut it very carefully, for fear of accidentally throwing the meat over to Yan Hang.

Yan Hang also has times when he is in a bad mood.

Then, Yan Hang, who is free and unscrupulous, will be in a bad mood?

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Chu asked in a low voice.

"I want to chat with my dad tonight." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first year, he looked at him with a piece of meat, but didn't understand.

"There are things you really want to know, but you're afraid to know," Yan Hang said while eating pizza, "It's best if you don't know, but if you really don't know, you feel that life is unreal. It may have been false."

I was stunned for a long time and didn't understand what Yan Hang was saying: "You speak Chinese, and you can speak well, just like English and Chinese."

"Fuck," Yan Hang smiled, "Illiterate."

"I went to middle school, middle school," said the first day, "I am illiterate."

Yan Hang couldn't help laughing, and leaned on the back of the chair for a long time without stopping.

When looked at him on the first day of the first day, felt that Yan Hang looked good when he smiled and looked very happy.

Why are you still in a bad mood.