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Chapter 16
Yan Hang looked down.
In the palm of his hand is a bright hexagonal black pebble and a red string.
With the first year of the first year, when he carefully pressed something on his hand, he felt the slightest touch.
"It's done so soon?" Yan Hang picked up the pebble, and the eyes through the rope in the middle were already drilled.
"No, it's almost time," the first day looked at him nervously, "Do you like it?"
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded and passed the red rope through his small eyes.
When tying it to the ankle, Chu Yi explained in a low voice: "The eyes are too, too small, the leather rope and the braid, the braided rope, and the child will not pass."
"This will do." Yan Hang said.
"Mainly, if I didn't either, I wouldn't make it up." Chu Yi said.
Yan Hang laughed: "I see."
This little pebble is quite cool, the shape is simple and generous, the color is simple and clean, and it is quite stylish when it is tied to the ankle.
"Actually, your aesthetics are stronger than what you usually show." Yan Hang raised his leg and showed him his ankle.
"The trial of earth, earth dog, beautiful," Chu Yi smiled, stretched out his hand and squeezed on his ankle, "It's beautiful."
"Is there mine?" Dad was listening in front, and now he turned around and asked, "Little dirt dog."
"It's good, there are many," the first day of the first year, scratching his head a little embarrassedly, "I'll show you, you can choose the photo, choose one."
"Okay." Dad nodded.
On the first day of the first day, he took out his mobile phone, pressed it, and then the three of them looked at the black screen together.
Yan Hang felt that the phone was probably dropped by Liang Bing just now, and it was no longer good enough. The time to brighten the screen was much longer than usual.
Halfway through, even had time to wipe the dust on the screen with hands.
"What are we doing?" Dad asked.
"Wait to see the photos." Yan Hang said.
"Oh." Dad nodded.
The screen finally lit up. I poked the photo album on the first day of the new year, and the photo album opened very quickly. The folder called "Little Stone" in it also opened quickly. Even after it was opened, black squares were lined up for a long time. Nothing has changed.
"There is Zhang He, take a photo together," rubbed his nose on the first day of the first year, clicked on one of the black spots, then held the phone in one hand and rested his cheek in the other, "Time, time flies, Ran ah."
"Yeah," Dad stroked his chin, "I've grown a beard."
It was easy to open this photo, and the first picture was enlarged: "That's it, that's all, actually no, it's beautiful."
"It's pretty," Dad took the phone, "I'll take a closer look, pick one, and you'll give me a sneak peek, right?"
"Yeah!" The first day nodded immediately.
Yan Hang glanced at him and felt that his father's name for him was not wrong at all. He probably didn't show any of these stones to anyone, and no one would say they were beautiful, let alone pick one for him. Give it a peek.
The small stones in the first year of junior high school are quite small, probably they donβt need to be ground for too long, and they are easy to hide.
But the colors and shapes are quite rich, and some are more complicated and petal-shaped. They are not very delicate, but they are very cute.
"Is this red one painted with paint?" Dad asked, pointing to a small round red rock with a hint of orange in it.
"It's like this," said the first day, "I found it in the river and found it."
"I'll pick this one, you can wear it on your hand," Dad said.
"I will bring it to you tomorrow," said the first day with a smile.
"Thank you." Dad said.
"No, you're welcome." Chu Yi waved his hand.
The small black stone was cold, and Yan Hang could feel it all the time. It was a small, cold spot, don't know if it was an illusion or the truth.
Before getting off the car, he couldn't help but open the slip knot of the red rope and changed it to a dead knot.
The heart of the first day of the first year, how bad it would be if it was accidentally lost.
Today was the first day of the festival, and it was Friday again. There were so many people in the square that it was as if was thrown into a huge speaker when got out of the car.
Music, people's laughter and shouts.
Yan Hang stood on the sidewalk in the square near the road, a little stunned.
He doesn't like to be lively, and more often likes to be alone in a daze. Dad knows his habits very well, so he won't take him on such occasions to join in the fun.
Today's scene can be regarded as the most lively he has ever seen other than the New Year's fireworks show.
"Go ahead?" Dad asked.
Yan Hang didn't speak, he hesitated, he glanced at the first day of the first year.
The first day of the new year looked very excited, and kept turning his head and looking around, his eyes sparkling.
"Go to the tree over there, it's too close to look at the back of the head, and the sound is wrong." Yan Hang pointed to a tree in front of him.
There are also many people under the tree, and there are people standing on a stone bench.
When they passed by, one happened to go down from the top. Yan Hang took a look and rushed over with one or two steps of the first day, pushing him onto the stone bench: "Go up, go up..."
"Ah." The first day of the first year also stepped on the stone bench quickly.
However, there are a lot of people on the stone bench, and he can't stand up well after going up.
"Hold me." Yan Hang said.
Chu Chu put an arm on his shoulder, thought about it and smiled again: "Little Dwarf, son."
"Fuck you down." Yan Hang looked at him.
"No." Chu Yi smiled and shook his head.
There were a few drum beats from the stage, and the people around them shouted together.
Yan Hang felt that the first day of the first year was a very magical person.
Just an hour ago, he was by the river and was beaten, dropped his phone, and almost had his pants ripped off, but now he is completely fine.
In other words, since he left the river and returned to his house, he has basically returned to normal.
This amazing repair ability made Yan Hang a little emotional.
On the first day of the first day, he didn't talk about the cause and effect of the incident, nor did he ask how he and his father got there. The discussion about this matter didn't take place even for a second.
It was very neatly thrown aside.
No matter whether the ability of the first year of the first year was acquired actively or passively, Yan Hang felt that this child had a very strong tolerance.
Dad went around for a while and came back with three small binoculars in his hand.
"Use this," he handed the telescope to Yan Hang and the first year of the first year, "see clearly."
"Thank you, thank you Uncle Yan, uncle." He took the telescope on the first day of the first day.
"You don't have to call it that much," Dad said. "It's such a long list."
"Thank you uncle." Chu Yi said.
"Yes, it's easier to call it that." Dad nodded.
On the first day of the first year of junior high school, I looked down at the telescope: "I haven't, played this, this."
"Let's play now," Yan Hang smiled and looked over to the stage with the binoculars. A few bald young men stood on top, "It's quite clear."
"Ah," the first day of the first year also brought the telescope in front of him, and after a while he said, "Okay, it's far away."
Yan Hang looked at him.
He also glanced at Yan Hang, and after a pause, he quietly dropped the telescope: "Got it."
Yan Hang couldn't hold back his joy: "Homegrown."
"Foreign goods," on the first day of the first year, he continued to look at the binoculars, "Sure, be more serious."
When they arrived, the music festival had already started for a long time, so the emotions of the people in the square had already been mobilized.
When the band of bald-headed youths began to perform, the shouts below almost drowned out the music.
The prelude was very familiar, Yan Hang glanced at his father.
This is my dad's favorite song.
Dad's knowledge of English is limited to saying hello, but he can sing this song.
"One day, I won't be insane..." Dad started to sing along.
Yan Hang smiled and sang along: "Won't Play, all their foolish games, We all need to play..."
On the first day of the first day, he didn't even care about the stands, and turned his head to look at them.
"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.
"No, it's nothing," said the first day, "eat whatever you want, I'm surprised."
After this song was sung, the band sang another original song of their own, which was very popular. Everyone's hands were raised, like a small forest.
Yan Hang looked at the arms shaking in front of him, a little dazed.
The sound in his ears gradually faded away, leaving only this swaying shadow under the strong light.
Like screaming.
Also seems to be struggling.
Silent chaos in black and white.
Someone flicked lightly on his face, and Yan Hang came back to his senses. The music and shouts that came back in an instant burst into his ears, and he almost couldn't breathe.
"June 1," Dad called out, "How about we change places?"
"Okay." The first day agreed without thinking.
"Go there, farther away," Dad pointed to a shopping mall across the street from the square, "There seems to be an open-air tea on the second floor over there?"
On the first day of the first day, I took a look at the binoculars: "Yes, I invite you, please drink tea."
"Fifty yuan a month isn't enough to be robbed," Yan Hang said, "I still think about entertaining guests all day long."
"No, not every time, I was robbed." The first day of the first year jumped off the stone bench.
"With Uncle here, it's not your turn to treat you," Dad smiled, "Let's go and sit there for a while."
Yan Hang turned around and followed his father there.
After two steps, someone grabbed his hand, he turned his head, it was the first day of the new year.
On the first day of the first day, he smiled at him: "Your hands are a little cold."
"Well," Yan Hang responded, "the wind is strong."
After walking a few steps forward, Chu Yi didn't mean to let go of his hand. He glanced at Chu Yi again: "How about you call me Brother Sheng, and I'll lead you across the street?"
"You are, not afraid, afraid." Chu Yi asked.
Yan Hang paused and said nothing.
On the first day of the first day, they still didn't let go, and they crossed the road behind Dad, hand in hand like a fool.
There are also many people in the terrace tea bar on the second floor. They all come to join in the fun of the music festival. If you are not particularly enthusiastic, sitting here, you can hear the music, you can see the stage, and you can sit and drink a cup of tea, which is very comfortable. of.
They found an empty table and sat down. Dad ordered a pot of fruit tea for them, and he ordered a pot of green tea.
As soon as the tea was brought, he immediately stood up and poured tea into all three cups. The waiter who was going to pour tea for them didn't get in the way, so he had to walk away after standing for a while.
"The first day of junior high," Dad took a sip of tea, "Did you never come out to play like this before?"
"At night, at home," the first day of the first day sat down, "bewildered."
"Isn't that boring?" Dad sighed.
"It's fun in my father's house," the first day of the first year turned the glass, "you can go after the holiday, you can go."
"Grandpa's house is far away, right?" Dad asked again.
"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.
While listening to the two of them chatting, Yan Hang took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures to the stage.
This so-called Leica lens mobile phone can take pictures, and it feels very good.
The stage was brightly lit, except for the color of the side illuminated by the light, the surrounding was thick darkness, very lonely.
"You stutter," Dad looked at the first year, "when did it start?"
"Remember, it's up to you," thought about it on the first day of the first year, "My dad said that it was too late, so I kept talking, and it was not easy. My grandmother was anxious and always scolded me. When she scolded me, it would be even worse. It's not good."
"Then you're scared." Dad said.
"Well," Chu Yi smiled, "it's not stupid, yes."
"You can see that," Dad said. "Try to speak slowly, jump word by word, and maybe stop stuttering."
"Really... Really...?" Chu Yi said.
Yan Hang turned on the video on his mobile phone and faced the first day of the first year.
"Look, don't you stop stammering?" Dad applauded.
"He basically doesn't stutter when he says three words." Yan Hang said.
Dad was delighted: "Then try a little longer, how old are you on the first day of the new year?"
"Fourteen, this, the question," Chu Yi sighed, "is this longer, longer, right?"
Yan Hang laughed so much that he couldn't hold his phone: "The sentence behind you is quite long."
"Okay," the first day turned his head and saw the phone facing him, "Live... broadcast...?"
"No, video." Yan Hang said.
"You...why...why, what..." On the first day of the first year, he stretched his voice and amused himself, "Hey!"
"Take your time," Yan Hang said with a smile, "it's so easy to change back, no one will stutter."
"Well." On the first day of the first day, he picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, "This...this...tea...very, very fragrant."
Neither Yan Hang nor his father have a sense of time. He suffers from insomnia, and most of the time night is just a whole block of time relative to the day for him, and it doesn't matter what his father is, he can do whatever he wants.
On the first day of the first day, they hesitated to say that they would go home first, but they noticed that it was almost 11 o'clock.
"Yo," Dad stood up, "hurry up, take a taxi."
"I guess I won't be able to get a taxi at the moment," Yan Hang glanced at the square, but there was still a bustling crowd, "So many people."
"Bus, take the bus." Chu Yi said.
Yan Hang doesn't like buses. He can run for two hours, but he doesn't want to stand on the bus for ten minutes, and he can't sit.
But tonight there is nothing can do about this situation. will definitely not be able to take a taxi. It takes too long to walk back, so can only squeeze the bus.
And it's really "squeezed".
There are more than three people who can't get a taxi. There is only one bus at this time. When they queued up, they were at the front. After getting on the bus, Yan Hang found that there were endless people getting on the bus. Even if they got on the bus first, they got on after. There is no difference, it's all posted together.
"Hold on, hold on, stay strong!" On the first day of the first year, he stuck to him face to face, and tried his best to cheer him up.
Yan Hang sighed and laughed: "Shut up."
After the car drove for one stop, no one got off, and there were still people crowding into the car.
The first day of the first year also sighed, desperately going to the side and making a mistake, probably wanting to separate from an aunt who was leaning on his back.
As soon as he moved, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Yan Hang suddenly, and whispered, "Ah!"
"What," Yan Hang was taken aback by him and lowered his voice, "Is it hard?"
"...No, it's not," the first day of the first year lowered his head, then raised his head again, "I'm not yet, I'm not an adult yet. This kind of topic is not appropriate."
"Then why are you so surprised?" Yan Hang asked.
"Little stone," said the first day, "yes, yes, no, did it fall?"
"No," Yan Hang rubbed the left ankle tied with the stone on his right calf with difficulty, and felt it, "Here, I can feel that the dead buckle is so easy to fall off."
"Oh," Chu Yi breathed a sigh of relief, "I stepped on and stepped on a hard thing, thinking it was a stone, a stone."
"Don't worry," Yan Hang smiled, "Actually, I haven't received any gifts, and I won't lose them so easily."
When got off the bus, on the first day of the first day of the first year, was forced to bend over while squeezing, as if had committed obsessive-compulsive disorder, and had to see exactly what stepped on.
"Did you see it clearly?" Yan Hang asked.
"A bottle, bottle cap." On the first day of the first day, he pulled the clothes that had been squeezed crookedly.
"A bottle cap." Yan Hang said.
On the first day of the first day, he laughed: "I still owe me."
"Let's go, hurry up, your grandma will scold you when you get back later." Yan Hang said.
"Nothing at night, no one cares, cares about me," said the first day of the first day, as if remembering to slow down, so he repeated it again, "Evening...... "
Yan Hang was smiling when a car drove past and honked the horn.
"The first day!" Someone shouted.
Yan Hang turned his head, and a small white car drove over and stopped beside them.
The co-pilot's window was open, Yan Hang looked in, and a middle-aged man was also looking out.
"My dad," the first day walked over, "you come back, here?"
"Where have you been?" Dad opened the door and got out of the car. "Get in the car, I'll see you off."
After saying this, the first day's father glanced at them, and was suddenly stunned after passing over Yan Hang's face.
Yan Hang quickly looked at his father, but his father looked normal, with a smile on his face: "Go back with your father on the first day of the new year, we are right in front, very close, and we will be there in two steps."
"I..." The first day was a little hesitant.
"Get in the car," Yan Hang patted him on the back, "Do you still want to go back alone?"
"Oh," Chu Yi smiled, opened the car door and got in the car, and leaned on the window again, "It's very open today, heart, good night."
"Good night." Yan Hang said.
"Good night, uncle." On the first day of the first day, he smiled at his father again.
"Good night." Dad waved his hand.
After the car drove away, Yan Hang and his father stood on the side of the road and didn't move.
After being silent for a while, Yan Hang looked at his father: "Isn't it the first time that his father saw you on the first day of the first year?"
"I don't know," Dad lit a cigarette and continued walking, "It's the first time I've seen him anyway."
Yan Hang was silent for a while, then followed.
He would never ask such a question before, but now he feels like a walking book of 100,000 whys.