Yan Hang's mood is really not very good. To be precise, his mood is very easy to be bad. If he stays for 20 minutes in a row, he may DOWN to the end.

His emotions are very delicate, and generally he does not dare to provoke them.

After I said that sentence today, I thought I could relax a lot. At least I threw the question in front of my dad, instead of the two of them tacitly avoiding talking about it for so many years before, and tacitly forcibly ignored the card. the thorn between them.

But it was not easy, on the contrary, it added a bit of resistance and anxiety.

"Why didn't you go back to eat?" Yan Hang looked at the first day of the first year who was concentrating on cutting meat.

"I want to invite you, please eat, come here." Chu Yi lowered his eyelids.

"Then why didn't you say it yesterday, and why didn't you say it in the morning?" Yan Hang asked.

He didn't speak on the first day of the new year, he stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth and pretended to be engrossed in chewing it.

"Is it blocked by someone?" Yan Hang clicked his tongue twice.

"No," the first day of the first year shook his head, "it's to prevent, to prevent being blocked."

"Is that Li Dahao?" Yan Hang asked.

At first glance at him: "Son."

"Oh." Yan Hang really didn't remember the name very much, always thinking that it was the No.

"It's not him," said the first day, "he doesn't, use hiding."

"Is that another call?" Yan Hang sighed.

"Next door, upstairs," said the first day, "the gangster who disappeared, the gangster returned, and returned."

Yan Hang looked at him, and after a while he asked, "Have I troubled you?"

"If you see me, think about it if you can, if you want to find it, have fun," the first day of the first year was calm. "Look, it's okay if you don't see me."

"Forget your classmates' rubbish," Yan Hang said, "if this person troubles you, tell me."

"You fight, fight," the first day of the first year took a sip of his drink, "Boss, do you win?"

"I've never lost," Yan Hang smiled, "I think you'll call my dad when you're going to suffer."

"Ah? Uncle, uncle help you fight, fight?" The first day of the first year was a little surprised.

"Well," Yan Hang leaned back in his chair and raised his head, "We are too bored sometimes."

Yan Hang had never seen the bastard mentioned on the first day of the first day, but when he went to the small supermarket to buy vegetables after work, he could recognize this person from the crowd at a glance.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been to too many places and I’ve seen too many people. What kind of people will have what kind of eyes and what kind of temperament they will have. You can find out if you pay attention a little bit, but there is no one in a hurry. Just stop and look around.

This gangster is a tall and thin guy, squatting on the side of the road with a few friends to smoke, and he looks no different from a young man who has nothing to do.

But Yan Hang glanced at them when he passed by them, and suddenly several people stared at them at the same time.

It seems to be shouting in unison, watching the fart, come and fight!

Yan Hang retracted his gaze and entered the supermarket.

It is normal for such a gangster to hide in the first year of junior high school, which is not on the same order of magnitude as his junior high school classmates who study in a school with strict management.

This kind of person is not something that can be dealt with silently on the first day.

It was early to get off work today. Yan Hang went home after shopping and checked the time. It was almost the first day of junior high that he should be back from school.

He looked out the window.

"What?" Dad was fighting the landlord with his mobile phone, and he took the time to ask him, "Look at the first day of the first year?"

"He might be in trouble if he wants to come back at this time." Yan Hang said.

"Wait for him at the intersection," Dad said, "Master Yan."

"Pour out the rice and cook the rice first," Yan Hang looked back at him, "I'll eat rice today, and I'll fry two dishes in a while."

"I want to eat western food." Dad said.

"Just say you don't want to cook." Yan Hang said.

"Our prince is smart," Dad laughed, "nothing can escape your eyes."

"I want to eat fried vegetables." Yan Hang insisted.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to cook if I lose this one," Dad said. "You forgot to buy wine."

"Well, I'll go buy it now." Yan Hang glanced out the window again, opened the door and walked out.

At this moment, scattered students began to pass by in the neighborhood. Yan Hang looked at the supermarket. The gangster was no longer squatting there, and was strolling to the street with a few friends.

The way of walking made Yan Hang very unpleasant, like a crab with a lame leg, for fear that he would not be able to see that he was a jerk when he walked away with a little leg.

Two boys who looked like high school students passed by them, and the crab flicked the cigarette butt in one of their faces.

The boy turned his head in annoyance, the crabs turned around immediately, and they could see that they were in high spirits. As long as the other party resisted a little bit, they would rush forward.

The boy's classmate gave him a hand, and the two of them left.

The conflict did not escalate, which probably made the crab unhappy, and continued to slap his legs forward with scolding in his mouth.

Yan Hang went to the street first before the others. The number of students returning home was gradually increasing. Yan Hang was looking for the first year of the first year among these students.

The students in the group don't need to watch. They will only be there when they are bullied in the first year of junior high. The Li Zihao team hasn't troubled him these days, so he must be alone.

But after looking for a long time, didn't see the first day.

If it wasn't that he hadn't come over yet, it could only be because he was too short to see it.

Crab also arrived at the intersection, leaning on the street sign pillar and chatting with people.

The street is quite wide, Yan Hang is standing here, and the crab can't be seen.

When was about to make a call to ask about the first day of the first year, phone rang and news came in.

It was sent in the first time.

- why are you standing there?

Yan Hang raised his eyebrows, this kid is invisible?

He raised his eyes and looked around. The street intersection was a T-junction, and the bustling road came out. There were many people and cars. On the first day of the new year, he could only hide somewhere on the opposite road, but he didn't see it for a long time. Find.

"Are you invisible?" Yan Hang sent a voice over.

- i am behind the tree

Tree? Yan Hang was stunned for a while. There was a row of trees across the road. When he saw the fourth tree one by one, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind the tree and shook it.

"Fuck me?" Yan Hang couldn't help laughing, put the phone back in his pocket, and crossed the road.

On the first day of the new year, Yan Hang didn't want to conflict with the crab. As long as the crab didn't take the initiative to ask for trouble, Yan Hang didn't plan to do it for him, so after crossing the street, Yan Hang stood by the tree and looked ahead at the shop window on the side of the road. .

"How long are you going to stand here?" he asked.

"I'll leave early without waiting for you." Chu Yi turned towards the tree.

"Where are you going?" Yan Hang asked.

"Come around, go as far as you can, okay," the first day of the first year turned his head to look at him, "you buy, buy vegetables?"

"Go out for a walk after buying," Yan Hang said, "Let's go, let's see how to get around."

On the first day of the new year, he didn't speak. He showed one eye from behind the tree and looked at the opposite crab, then turned around and continued to walk along the road.

Yan Hang followed: "Is there a supermarket here? I'll buy wine later."

"Yes, I'll take you there." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang followed the first day of the first day around this residential area for most of the circle, and returned to the road they always passed when they ran.

"Is this here?" He looked around.

"God, it's amazing." Chu Yi said, and pointed to the side again, "Supermarket."

"When you are hiding back and forth every day, when will you be a head?" Yan Hang went in and bought two bottles of Erguotou.

"Graduate, it's alright," Chu Yi smiled, "I'll go to work."

"No child labor is allowed now," Yan Hang said. "You can only get a false certificate, but you're underage when you look at it like this, so it definitely won't work."

"Ah." Chu Yi was stunned.

"Anyway, go to high school," Yan Hang said, "any vocational high school will do."

"Yes, it makes sense." The first day of the first year of the first year seemed suddenly a little excited. "I passed the test, but I'm far away. No, no one knows me. I'll do it."

"What do you want to learn?" Yan Hang asked.

"No, I know." The first day of the first year didn't seem to care much about what to study.

Yan Hang felt that as long as he could get out of the current environment, it probably wouldn't matter if he learned to carry big bags.

On the first day of the first day, after wandering for a while in a pleasant imagination, I felt something out of my pocket: "Here, look."

"Show me?" Yan Hang took it over, "I thought it was for me, you are very skillful in stammering."

"This is too much for you, too shabby." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang looked at the small thing in his hand, it was a small black stone, ground into a hexagon, and it was even finely ground.

"It's awesome," Yan Hang scratched the stone with his nails, which was very hard, "what did you use to grind it?"

"On the ground." Chu Yi said.

"... Squatting on the ground?" Yan Hang was quite surprised, "You have a lot of time."

"I've been grinding for a week, self-study class." The first day smiled.

"What material is the floor of your school classroom?" Yan Hang asked.

"Outside, outside," said the first day, "I'm not studying, when the teacher is, I'll go out, go out."

"Oh." Yan Hang responded, and he could almost guess why this happened on the first day of the new year.

"Do you like it, do you like it?" The first day asked hesitantly.

"Why don't you tell me?" Yan Hang said.

"Play again, polish it, and it will look good." On the first day of the first year, he scratched his head.

"Then give it to me after polishing," Yan Hang said, "I'll drill a hole and use it as an anklet."

"Okay." On the first day of the first day, he nodded happily, and glanced at his ankle again.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang grabbed the leg of his trousers and lifted it, exposing his ankles, "Perfect, it looks good with a bottle cap on it."

He didn't speak on the first day of the first day, but gave him a round of applause.

"Pick you," Yan Hang pointed at him, and patted him on the shoulder again, "It's safe, go home quickly."

After waving goodbye to the first day of the first year, before turning the corner, Yan Hang's mood had already slipped all the way, and he shrank uneasily at the bottom of the valley.

But when he returned home with the wine, he saw his father sitting on the sofa picking vegetables, and the smell of rice was already in the house, and he felt at ease again.

This kind of nervousness and relaxation intertwined heart emotions that make people a little difficult to control.

"Can you make another meatloaf baby?" Dad asked.

"Okay." Yan Hang put the wine on the table and entered the kitchen.

"Add curry—" Dad stretched his voice in the living room.

"Okay—" Yan Hang replied.

I don't know when he started to like cooking, Chinese food and Western food are all good, standing at the counter and looking at the ingredients in front of him, what kind of taste is there, what kind of aroma will be with whom, and who With the addition of who will have what kind of color, what kind of taste you want, you can predict and control it.

Compared with many other things, it is simpler and clearer.

It was quite easy to make stir-fries today, and in a short while he made three dishes and one soup and served it on the table.

Curry patties, three-cup chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, all meat except for a seaweed egg drop soup.

Dad took two glass tea cups and filled them with wine.

Yan Hang sat down, took a piece of spareribs and just put it in his mouth, the father over there had already picked up the glass and took a gulp of wine.

"Slow down." He glanced at Dad.

"Eat big food, drink big bowls," Dad smiled, "People live for decades."

"Isn't our goal a hundred years or so?" Yan Hang took a sip of wine from the cup.

Compared with Erguotou, he prefers beer, but Dad loves Erguotou the most, and he likes the cheapest one.

Dad smiled and took another sip, then took a piece of meat patty and ate it slowly. It took a long time before he said, "I've delayed you."

This inexplicable sentence made Yan Hang's chopsticks pause in the air: "It's like a girl who can't get married."

Dad was amused and looked at him: "If only you were a daughter."

"Why didn't we have two children at the beginning, maybe another one will be a daughter." Yan Hang said.

Dad's smile froze for a moment, Yan Hang felt that what he said might not be appropriate, but suddenly he didn't know how to get the words back.

He could only take a sip of wine.

"Yeah," Dad picked up the cup, "mostly... no chance."

Yan Hang looked at the wine in the glass and said nothing.

"You were not even two years old when your mother died. I wanted to wait for you to be older, but I didn't have time." Dad smiled.

It seems that Dad is not going to eat tonight, just drink.

Perhaps in order to speed up the "chat" process, he ate half a patty, drank half a glass of wine, and filled himself up again.

"You deserve to be my son. You really can hold your breath," Dad said. "It took so many years to ask."

Yan Hang didn't speak, took two sips and continued to eat.

"When I was young, it was very hard," Dad said, "I can't remember where your grandparents were from, but I know that I worry about how to live every day, and I dare to do anything for money. "

"If I had known that I was living well now, then I would not have to worry about it." Yan Hang said.

Dad laughed, reached out and slapped him on the head: "You boy."

After taking another sip of wine, he sighed: "How are you living now?"

Yan Hang was silent.

"Your mother doesn't look very good actually," Dad pouted, "He's quite tall, with fair skin, and he doesn't look good."

The topic suddenly turned around without warning, Yan Hang raised his head and looked at his father.

This was the first time he heard his father mention his mother when he was so old.

There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, a little excited, but not as excited as he imagined, because he had no concept of his mother, nor any emotional sustenance, and he even had a feeling for a moment. As if exploring the curiosity of a stranger.

But under these, there is a vague aura.

This tall, fair-skinned, not very good-looking woman is his mother, a close relative.

Once that feeling came over, everything changed.

He suddenly felt like crying.

"But she has a very interesting personality, like a wild donkey." Dad smiled.

"Is it inappropriate for you to evaluate your wife like this?" Yan Hang also laughed.

"It's alright, I said the same to her face to face," Dad held the glass, half of the wine had gone down, "It's wild and stubborn..."

Dad's voice lowered: "You have to marry me."

"Do you want a face?" Yan Hang said.

"No," Dad said in a low voice, "what's the face if she has her."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

Dad's voice trembled.

After a while, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass, and when he poured the wine and spoke again, his voice had returned to a steady level: "Your grandma and grandpa, you are very good to me, I will help him downstairs. The supermarket pulled goods, and by the way, helped them pull out a broken refrigerator, and they got to know each other. They love to educate people.

Yan Hang smiled when he heard it: "The goods in your stomach were all saved at that time, right?"

"Well, your mother is inexperienced and refuses to read books. I read all her books." Dad said with a smile.

"What happened later?" Yan Hang asked.

"Then we fell out and said that we don't get along with each other," Dad's smile disappeared, "I really don't get along with each other anymore."

"Why?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Because I married your mother," Dad sighed, "It would be good if I didn't marry her, and she doesn't look good. If I grit my teeth, it would be good not to marry her."

Yan Hang looked at his father's hand holding the glass, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and the wine in the glass gently rippled in circles, and he could see that his hands were shaking violently.

"Do you want to know how your mother died?" Dad asked.

"Yeah." Yan Hang replied softly, suddenly a little regretful.

"You slept very soundly that day, so we hurry up and go out for a barbecue. When we came back," Dad turned to look at him, "Someone stabbed someone in the street and robbed someone."

Yan Hang's heart sank suddenly.

"Your mother rushed over, she was very fierce, she has always been very fierce, she is not a donkey, and a donkey can't compare to her," Dad said and laughed, "I also rushed over, this kind of thing has to be I'm just talking."

Yan Hang froze in the chair and listened to his father's laughter disappearing little by little.

"I was stabbed a few times," Dad said. "Your mother was lying next to me when I woke up, and she was cold when I held her hand..."

"Have you caught anyone?" Yan Hang asked with some difficulty.

"No," Dad looked at him, "but I remember what that guy looked like."