He was a little excited on the first day of the new year, but he was very excited all night, and he could feel that he was very excited, which meant that he was really excited.

He sat in the passenger seat and kept humming softly.

"Are those two new friends you met?" Dad asked.

"Well, Yan Hang," Chu nodded slightly, "he gave me this clothes, clothes and shoes."

"It's called Yan Hang, right?" Dad looked at him, "Is that man his father?"

"Yes," Chu Yi smiled, "Just now, let's go to the music festival, let's play."

"When did you meet?" Dad asked again.

"Last month." On the first day of the first year, he turned his head and glanced at his father. Dad had a lot of questions today. Usually, he rarely asked these questions, and the whole family did not have the habit of understanding his various movements.

"Is that so," Dad drove the car downstairs and found a spot to stop, "Do you know the situation at his house?"

"What, what's wrong?" Chu Yi frowned.

"I think his dad," Dad said, "is a little weird, you better... don't interact with them."

I was stunned for a while, and before could ask again, father had already pulled out the car key and got out of the car.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yi jumped out of the car and asked.

"Just don't worry about it," Dad said. "Just to be safe."

"Oh." Chu Yi answered and didn't ask any further.

When I got home, my grandmother and grandfather were already asleep, and my mother was sitting on the sofa watching TV just after taking a shower. When she saw my father, her face elongated: "Your team asks you to work overtime, will you be paid for overtime? Said to go for an hour, went for a few hours."

"Have to pick someone up, the plane is an hour late," Dad said.

"Why let you go, don't you have a rest today! You are the only driver in your company!" Mom was very upset, "You are a coward. You can do whatever you want, you won't even refuse!"

"Old Ding suddenly said that he couldn't come, so Mr. Luo called me, what can I do." Dad sighed, went into the toilet and closed the door.

"Lao Ding hasn't dealt with you for so long! You don't know that Mr. Luo! Lao Ding's work requires you to work overtime," Mom insisted, "Isn't this a disgusting person!"

Dad didn't move in the toilet.

"What are you doing here! You can't find your soul after a crazy night!" Mom turned her head.

On the first day of the new year, hurriedly lowered head and walked to the desk, turned on the lamp and sat down.

"You still have the face to go crazy without finishing your homework!" Mom glared at him.

On the first day of the first lunar month, he took out his notebook in silence, lay down on the desk, and tried to bury his face as low as possible.

He breathed a sigh of relief after his mother returned to his room and looked at today's homework.

There is a lot of homework, and it may be written a little later, but don’t care about it in the first day of the new year. Compared with going to play tonight, it is no problem to write homework until tomorrow morning.

But after writing a few words, he stopped again. His mother scolding him wouldn't affect his happy mood all night, but his father's attitude just now made him a little depressed.

My mother said that my father is a coward, but in fact, it is not entirely a curse. My father is timid and cautious in everything. When encountering a little thing, he usually tries to avoid it... He is a timid pacesetter.

what.

Maybe he inherited it from his father.

Dad is also very suspicious. Although he doesn’t take everyone’s kindness as an insult like his mother and grandmother did, Dad always felt that with their family’s situation, anyone who approached them might want to dig a hole for them. Jump.

It's just that just met Uncle Yan, and gave people such a judgment, and was very nervous in the first day of the first year.

In the first year of the first year, even people like Li Zihao were not really bad people, they were just following the crowd. Only people like Liang Bing needed to be kept away from them.

Yes, and that old man.

Dad's colleague, met once in the first year of the new year, and he didn't even say a word, but he was afraid of this person for no reason, and his eyes were particularly fierce.

Dad doesn't deal with him. This statement is not accurate. In fact, it's just that Dad unilaterally thinks Lao Ding hates and is not easy to mess with. Lao Ding didn't even look at Dad, and not long ago because he didn't refuel the car. beat dad.

And father's character, he would still laugh awkwardly when we meet again.

In this way, he is still stronger than his father. Although he will endure the people he hates, he will not force himself to please.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, my mind was full of chaos, for a while my father, a music festival, and Yan Hang for a while.

Yan Hang is a very special person.

Not only because Yan Hang was his first real friend when he grew up.

Great English, handsome, sometimes cool, arrogant, great in fights, super delicious in cooking, and nice-looking ankles...

And very gentle.

Even if he knew what kind of person his grandmother was, what kind of situation his family was, and what kind of person he would endure without principle, Yan Hang still respected him very much.

Yes, it is respect.

On the first day of the new year, Yan Hang respected him.

What a nice person.

"Have a late night snack?" Yan Hang asked his father when he entered the door.

"I'm tired of drinking tea," Dad yawned. "I can't eat it. If you're hungry and want to make a late-night snack, I'll eat with you."

"...I'm not hungry." Yan Hang said.

"Then don't eat, you still go to work tomorrow, go to bed early." Dad entered the room.

Yan Hang stood in the living room for a few seconds, and then returned to his room. He took a change of clothes and prepared to take a shower. His mind was a little messy, and he had to be awake after taking a shower to sort out.

Or not organized.

It's like cleaning up the house, throwing things into the box, and just closing the lid. As for what's in the box and what's in the box, we'll talk about it when the lid is accidentally opened one day.

When he walked to the living room with his clothes, Dad also came out of the room with a change of clothes.

He looked at Dad, and Dad looked at him.

A second later they both rushed to the bathroom at the same time.

Yan Hang is faster than his father, but his methods are not as ruthless as his father's.

Shameless to be exact.

He just touched the door handle of the bathroom, when Dad grabbed his trousers from behind.

He pulled back while pulling his pants and panties.

"Hey! Old Yan, you are too fucking disrespectful!" Yan Hang felt that his butt was about to be exposed.

"You're only old!" Dad continued to drag him back.

Yan Hang had to hold the door frame with one hand and his pants with the other: "You are my father!"

"You didn't know I was your father until you grabbed the toilet!" Dad let go.

But before Yan Hang could lift his legs to walk in, his father had already wrapped his waist around him and pinched his wrist that was holding the door.

His wrist was numb for a while, and Yan Hang let out a breath.

In just two seconds, Dad had thrown him aside and went in, closing the door.

"You have a seed!" Yan Hang slammed the door.

"Have you learned it yet?" Dad was happy inside.

"You are too embarrassed to let people learn this trick of pulling your pants?" Yan Hang turned his wrists and sat at the door of the bathroom, Ma Jin'er was not completely over yet.

However, he did not use this trick very neatly every time, and he couldn't pinpoint the place.

Several times, it hurts the hand of the other party.

He would never be able to compare this kind of thing to an old man like his father.

old rivers and lakes.

is it?

right.

An orphan who doesn't even know where he is. When others are carefree and enjoying the life of a comfortable person, he thinks about how to live.

For so many years, his father has allowed him to live a free and unrestrained life without any external harm. Yan Hang can also feel what kind of person he is and what kind of skills he has.

Good at seeing people, but also good at pretending.

Today's first day's father's expression changed, Yan Hang could see it at a glance, and it was impossible for his father to not see it.

Dad avoided this detail and only said that it was the first time we met, which was not particularly in line with his habit. Generally speaking, he would take the opportunity to analyze the meaning of this expression.

So Dad may not be telling the truth.

But with the experience that Yan Hang has accumulated over the years with him, it is not impossible to say that he has never seen it before.

The father of the first year of junior high school is the kind of person who stands in front of you and you may not notice him. Even if you say a few words, you will forget what he looks like the next day.

Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

He is reluctant to think about many things, trying to make himself look like a well-protected plant that was planted in a flower pot by his father. Every day, he takes the dog's tail grass everywhere to see the scenery. The only thing he needs to worry about is walking around with a flower pot. of people will suddenly disappear one day.

But he still couldn't help thinking about it. Day by day, this worry could no longer be put aside.

After a long stay, he threw the cigarette butts that had already been extinguished into the trash can.

Dad may not really have seen the first-year dad, but he must have appeared in the place where the first-year dad could see him, and did something so that the first-year dad could recognize him immediately when he saw him again. A change in expression.

Dad opened the bathroom door and was stunned when he saw him: "Are you in line?"

"I don't feel reconciled for not grabbing the first place to take a bath." Yan Hang said.

"Go wash, if you're not willing to wash it for a while." Dad smiled and scratched his hair, threw the changed clothes into the bucket next to him, and went back to the living room.

When Yan Hang came out of the shower, his father closed his eyes on the sofa, and he didn't know whether he fell asleep or closed his eyes to rest.

"On the first day of the first day, he will come over tomorrow, so don't let him get away with it." Yan Hang said.

"Don't worry," Dad closed his eyes and smiled, "I said I won't go out for a while."

Yan Hang went back to the room, plugged in his earphones and lay on the bed.

There was a message on the phone, he picked it up and took a look, it was sent on the first day of the new year.

a photo.

The shot is the red round stone that Dad picked today, and he has already done a good job.

- you are working overtime

Immediately on the first day of the first day of the new year, sent another photo. It was still a red stone, and the red rope was worn, but the red rope was not passed through a single thread, but a double thread, forming an X shape, and knotted on both sides of the stone.

- hit twice?

-Well, crossed eyes, so that you can wear two ropes, it is not easy to fall off, tomorrow I will punch the black one again and wear an extra rope

Yan Hang looked at the black stone on his ankle and sighed.

This state of the first year of junior high made him a little uncomfortable. He always felt that if someone was kind to him, he would go all out to treat others well and his character would be hurt in the future.

But... the person who grew up like this in the first year of the first year is almost the heart of King Kong.

"I can really worry about it." Yan Hang put his arms on his back and closed his eyes.

It's a good thing to be able to fall asleep, but it's very depressing when you fall asleep and dream.

Especially not dreaming of anything good.

He was running in the dark behind Dad and a woman, cold and scared.

He tried hard to run faster, to be closer to his father, to see his father's face and the woman's face clearly, but he was still a few steps away.

A figure appeared in front.

Can't see face.

But he knew for sure that it was the father of the first year of junior high school.

Raise your hand.

Knife.

Eyes full of blood.

When Yan Hang struggled to open his eyes, he could still hear his rapid breathing, and his beating heartbeat had not calmed down.

He stared at the bed for a while before slowly regaining his senses.

The sky is already bright.

After a few hours of sleep, he patted his head comfortably.

After lying in bed for a while, he put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he was taken aback, and a man sat cross-legged on the windowsill.

Although you don't need to think about it to know it's Dad, this pose that seems to be an old fairy is still a bit too novel.

"I found that the air in the living room window is better in the morning." Dad said, "There is probably a fried dough stick outside the window of my house. It gets fried at four every day, and it smells of oil smoke."

"Want to change rooms with me?" Yan Hang walked over to him and looked out, "No one stopped to watch your morning exercise pose..."

Before the words were finished, someone stopped.

"Who said no?" Dad pointed to the first day of the first year who suddenly appeared happily from the side. "If you see it, he will have to stop right away."

The first day of the school looked good, and the pace was brisk.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw the father meditating on the windowsill, obviously a little caught off guard and froze in place.

"Stop." Dad snapped his fingers and stretched out his hand in front of Yan Hang.

Yan Hang squeezed one of the peanut beans from the bag next to him and put it in his father's hand.

"Don't be stingy." Dad still stretched out his hand.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue, took fifty yuan from his pocket, and exchanged the peanuts.

"Little first day!" Dad collected the money with satisfaction and called the first day, "What are you doing there?"

"Uncle," came over on the first day of the new year and stood in front of the window sill, "what are you doing, what are you doing? It's like hanging a picture or painting."

Yan Hang listened to the music.

"Also... bring... draw... frame." The first day of the first day extended his voice and added slowly.

"I'll smoke you," Dad jumped from the window sill with a smile, "Have you had breakfast? Come in and eat together?"

"Eat," said the first day of the first year, and then glanced at Yan Hang, "but still, not yet, full."

"Do you want a sandwich?" Yan Hang asked.

"Eat." Chu nodded.

The sandwich was very simple. Yan Hang opened the refrigerator and quickly went through the ingredients in his mind, including cucumber, eggs, luncheon meat, cheese, and a bag of whole wheat bread, that's it.

He took the things and walked into the kitchen. He just placed the materials neatly on the countertop as he was accustomed to, and came in with him on the first day of the first year.

"This is simple, you don't need to fight." Yan Hang said.

"Well," squatted down on the first day of the first day, and pulled the small rock on his ankle, "I'll take it and drill it."

"Oh." Yan Hang responded.

On the first day of the first day, he took out a pair of small scissors from his pocket, cut the small red rope tied with a dead knot, and took off the stone.

Yan Hang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.