When the bell rang after class, he was staring out the window in a daze on the first day. He had been looking forward to this bell all morning, and he switched back to the state of wandering without even a second.

The teacher didn't delay the class, just waved his hand and left the class.

But when he tried to stand up on the first day of the first day, he was unsuccessful. The chair seemed to be stuck and didn't move at all.

He turned his head and saw Li Zihao sitting in the back row with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Looking down, Li Zihao's feet were on his chair.

"Why don't you leave," Li Zihao looked at him, "I think you are in a hurry."

On the first day of the first day, he didn't speak, just turned around and continued to sit in the chair.

"Let's go," Li Zihao said happily, "what are you doing sitting here, I see you recently..."

The classmates in the front row got up and left, pushed the table forward on the first day of the first year, stood up and walked towards the door.

Li Zihao kicked the air, and the legs of the chair rubbed against the floor with a sharp sound.

"You stand for me!" This made Li Zihao very shameless, and he jumped up as soon as he clapped the table.

In the first day of the first year, he didn't look back, he just ran forward.

I ran downstairs with a cigarette, and ran out of the school gate with a cigarette.

It went well today, and no one else stopped him on the way to escape.

After running for a long time, he slowed down, but it was also much faster than usual to go home, because he had agreed with Yan Hang to have lunch today.

He wanted to arrive before Yan Hang started cooking, so that he could watch Yan Hang busy.

He likes watching Yan Hang's cooking and flowing water. He is very handsome. If Yan Hang live broadcasts, he can lean over and show his face, maybe he can add a little more popularity to the food anchor who has never been popular before.

Just as he turned the intersection, his cell phone rang suddenly.

When took out phone on the first day of junior high and saw that it was mother's number, felt a little depressed.

The mobile phone probably also felt his depression, and after swiping and pulling the phone, he was about to hang up after 80 calls before finally connecting.

"You've finished school," came the mother's voice. "You go to the vegetable market. The clothes your grandma made in that tailor shop can be picked up. Go and get them back."

"I'm reviewing, reviewing." On the first day of the first year, he insisted on his previous reasons.

"What are you reviewing for! Your broken grades will be able to go up after a while? Will you be able to pass?" Mom said, "Why do you think I want to ask you to help with this! Your dad said he would go when he came back at noon Take it, now there is no one in sight, and the phone can't get through!"

"I'll get it." Chu Yi said.

"It's as useless as your dad." Mom hung up the phone.

On the first day of the first day, he frowned, stood by the roadside for a while, and finally turned around and walked towards the vegetable market.

As he walked, he lowered his head and dialed Yan Hang's phone, but Yan Hang never answered.

He sent another message.

- I'll go to the vegetable market to help my grandma get some clothes, I'll be there soon

Think about adding another one.

-wait for me a while

Yan Hang didn't reply, either because he was busy or angry.

It shouldn't be anger, Yan Hang only lost his temper at him when he was helping him find a pen in the muddy mud of the river, but he was calm at other times.

Probably something happened.

First sighed.

He almost knew what all the stalls and storefronts in the vegetable market were selling. The shop where my grandma used to make clothes was at the back door of the vegetable market and had to go through the whole market.

It was the first time discovered that this market is so big, so far from the front door to the back door.

After finally getting his grandma's clothes, he didn't even bother to open it and take a look, then he went back immediately, still running.

When passing by Yan Hang's house, he glanced over there, the curtains were drawn.

Is Yan Hang sleeping?

He was twisting his face to look at the other side and thinking, when a motorcycle rushed out of the intersection ahead and almost collided with him.

On the first day of the first day, was startled and took two steps to the side before glanced at the person on the motorcycle.

Liang Bing.

"You're courting death," Liang Bing glared at him, "Get out of the way!"

Standing still on the first day of the first day, Liang Bing twisted the accelerator and the motorcycle rushed out.

He couldn't help but look back, Liang Bing didn't stop to trouble him when he was still so busy.

Of course, it is also possible that Uncle Yan and Yan Hang were afraid of being cleaned up that day.

On the first day of the first day, he smiled and found himself a little proud.

"What about that letter?" Yan Hang looked at his father, "I want to read it."

"Not now," Dad said.

"When do you need it!" Yan Hang suddenly couldn't control his voice, "When do you need it? When will you never show up again!"

Dad turned his head sharply and saw that he didn't speak.

Yan Hang also lost his voice.

This sentence has been in his heart for some days, like a nail, every day it is smashed into a deeper place by time.

When he finally got up suddenly, it was blank.

He was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hollow, as if he couldn't find the point to speak.

"Let's go." Yan Hang said.

"What?" Dad was stunned.

"As you said, this time I'll call the shots," Yan Hang said, "I'm leaving now, right now, right away."

Dad opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"You lied to me," Yan Hang leaned against the wall and smiled at his father, "Old Yan, you lied to me."

"Yan Hang," Dad frowned, walked back, hugged him, and patted him on the back twice, "Don't say that."

"Then what should I say?" Yan Hang heard the trembling in his voice.

want to cry.

Very unexpected feeling.

Over the years, he has had various emotions, various feelings, anxiety, irritability, tension, anxiety, fear, depression, but rarely wants to cry.

Crying is an outlet.

He has never found this opening.

"What should I say? You're not leaving?" He closed his sour eyes.

Dad patted him lightly on the back and said nothing.

"I'm in your heart," Yan Hang said softly, "it's better to be a dead person."

Dad's hand froze suddenly, and it took a long time before he let go.

"In my whole life," Dad held his face, "I've been very tired, I'm sorry for your mother, and I'm sorry for you... But some knots in my heart are dead knots, and they're stuck there, and I can't get through it for the rest of my life. It's all."

Yan Hang looked at his father, and his father's eyes were filled with pain he had never seen before.

"I know you shouldn't be allowed to live like this, really shouldn't," Dad's hands were shaking, "but... I already thought I was free and easy to live my life with nowhere to go."

Dad's hands trembled slightly, from his shoulders, all the way into his heart.

He felt himself sinking a little bit, and he seemed to see the sunlight in his peripheral vision changing frame by frame, like every time he sat at the window and stared at the sunset.

"You didn't feel sorry for my mother," Yan Hang said, "you are the only one who is sorry for me."

Dad is silent.

The room was dead silent, even the sound from outside the window seemed to be cut off.

Finally, Dad patted him on the shoulder, scratched hard on his shoulder, turned around and walked out quickly.

When the door closed, Yan Hang sat on the ground.

When brought grandma's clothes home in the first day, mother was calling father with her mobile phone.

"I can't get through or not," Grandma took the clothes, shook them away and looked at them. "The workmanship of this house is still good. Look at how flat the stitches are."

"Don't answer!" Mom threw the phone on the sofa, "What's wrong with this person! No one in the family is reliable!"

"What are you doing here with a pestle!" Grandma squinted at Chu Yi, "Isn't your mother bothering you? You can't help cook!"

"I..." said softly on the first day of the first year, "I still have to go to school, school review, study."

"Damn it!" Grandma threw her clothes on the coffee table, "I'm hiding from the lazy!"

There was no sound at first.

"Okay, okay," my mother waved her hands a little upset, "I can't eat anything, I have to go to an interview in a little while, I'm annoying, my dad won't come back after playing chess, and you can eat two buns. I won't eat it."

"Eat the buns! Eat the buns!" Grandma slammed something in the east and smashed it in the west, "I'll just fucking eat the coffin board!"

He hesitated for a while on the first day of the first day, turned around and went out the door, and then quickly closed the door, but still could not cut off the scolding from grandma.

As soon as he went out, he took out his phone and looked at it.

No news.

Yan Hang ignored him all the time.

It's been almost an hour since he was out of school now. Yan Hang knew when he was out of school, but he never contacted him.

He didn't know what was going on, so he could only continue to call Yan Hang while running to his house.

I didn't drink a sip of water all day long and ran away.

When he ran to the door of Yan Hang's house, there was still no one answering the phone.

On the first day of the first year, I knocked on the door: "Yan Hang?"

There was no movement.

He knocked twice again: "Uncle! Uncle Yan?"

The house was still quiet.

He walked to the window and looked at it. The curtain was drawn, but the window was not closed. He opened the curtain: "Yan Hang!"

The lights were not turned on in the room, and on the first day of the first year, he blinked his eyes twice to adjust to the darkness, and saw Yan Hang sitting motionless on the ground.

"Yan Hang!" The first day was startled and shouted again.

Yan Hang still didn't move.

He jumped in with his hands on the windowsill, rushed to Yan Hang's side, and grabbed his arm: "Yan..."

Yan Hang suddenly raised his arm suddenly, clasped his wrist with his backhand, and then twisted it hard.

"Ah!" He shouted on the first day of the first day, and the severe pain in his arm made him have to fall to the ground next to him.

"Who?" Yan Hang asked.

"The first day of the first year," the first day of the first year turned to look at him, "Yan Hang, I am the first day of the first year!"

Yan Hang let go: "Are you out of school?"

"Well," climbed up on the first day of the first day, Yan Hang's state was very strange, which made him a little scared, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No." Yan Hang held his head, put his face on his knees, and replied in a sullen voice.

"I..." The first day of the first year didn't know what to say, "Are you hungry?"

"Bring me a glass of water." Yan Hang said.

"Okay." On the first day of the first day, he jumped up quickly, poured a glass of water over, and handed it to Yan Hang.

Yan Hang took the cup, drank all the water in one breath, and then put his head on his knees again.

On the first day of the first year, was at a loss, so could only squat beside him and look at him.

"Call for takeout." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang took the phone, dragged it slowly, and ordered a pizza.

"Go to the sand, sit on the sofa, okay?" Chu Yi touched his arm lightly.

"I don't want to move." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." On the first day of the first day, he picked up the empty glass, poured another glass of water and placed it at Yan Hang's feet, then sat down next to him against the wall.

Yan Hang remained motionless for a long time, then stood up and leaned against the wall: "I just... said something really fucking bad."

"Ah?" The first day was stunned, not understanding.

"Extraordinarily fucked." Yan Hang said.

"Follow, who?" Chu Yi asked.

"My dad." Yan Hang's voice was low.

On the first day of the first day, looked around the room, and Uncle Yan was probably not at home.

Listening to what Yan Hang meant, the two of them should have... quarreled?

On the first day of the first year, it was unimaginable that Uncle Yan and Yan Hang were the father and son who had the most tacit understanding and were the most friends he had ever seen. How could they quarrel?

"Uncle Yan, where is Uncle?" asked the first day of the school.

"I don't know." Yan Hang said.

There was no way for the conversation to continue, so Chu Yi had to continue sitting beside Yan Hang in silence.

He couldn't guess what Yan Hang was thinking, he only knew that his state was very bad.

When the call for takeout came in, Yan Hang didn't seem to hear it. He took the phone and answered it on the first day of the first year, and then touched Yan Hang carefully: "I'll go to the door to get takeout."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

At the beginning of the day, he ran out, took the takeaway and ran back quickly.

"Eat now, right?" He put the pizza beside Yan Hang.

"Eat." Yan Hang said.

When he opened the box on the first day of the new year, he stopped when he wanted to give Yan Hang a piece, ran to wash his hands, and then took another piece and handed it to Yan Hang's mouth: "Come on."

"Hello?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Open your mouth," Chu Yi also smiled, "Bite, take a big mouth."

Yan Hang took a bite: "Are you going to be late for school?"

"It's already been, I've had a class, the class is over," said the first day of the first year.

He had checked the time before taking the takeaway, and he was late by then.

"Are you absent from school?" Yan Hang asked.

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

This is the first time he has skipped class in his life. With Yan Hang like this, he doesn't dare to leave at all, let alone truancy, he doesn't care too much about dropping out.

Yan Hang can talk, laugh, and eat, and he eats a lot.

It seemed like nothing was wrong, but on the first day of the first year, could still feel that something was wrong with Yan Hang.

After eating the pizza, he continued to lean against the wall in his original position, staring at the window in a trance.

After the first takeaway box was packed, he sat back next to him. He didn't know what to do or what else to do in this situation.

For a whole afternoon, Yan Hang didn't move much.

But occasionally would say a few words to him.

It wasn't until it got a little dark that Yan Hang moved, and slowly changed from sitting to squatting: "I have a cigarette by the bed, help me get it."

"Yeah." On the first day of the first day, he stood up and took two steps before realizing that his legs were so numb. The two steps seemed to be paralyzed. He had to stand against the wall and stop for a while before entering Yan Hang's room.

Yan Hang's bed was a little messy, the pillows and towels were all thrown into a ball, and there were several books, all of which were in English on the covers. When he glanced at them on the first day of the new year, he couldn't find a single word he knew.

After taking the cigarette to Yan Hang, he glanced at the time, it was past six o'clock.

"Go back, it's been an afternoon here," Yan Hang lit his cigarette and dipped, "Thank you."

"Thank you, ass." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled.

"What do you want to eat, what?" The first day asked, "I still have takeout, or..."

"Let me cook," Yan Hang said, "don't you want to go home?"

"No, don't worry, go home," said the first day.

"I'm fine." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Then I don't, I don't want to go back." The first day changed his mouth.

Yan Hang supported the table and stood up slowly, moved his arms and legs against the wall, and took his wallet from the table: "You go to the supermarket across the street to buy some food, what you want to eat, I'll take a shower ."

"Oh." The first day took the wallet.

"Why don't you say you are rich?" Yan Hang said.

"No money." Chu Yi sighed.

"Go," Yan Hang shook his arm, "buy another piece of iced black tea, buy what you want."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

Seeing that Yan Hang took his clothes and went into the bathroom, he went out.

The supermarket is not far from Yan Hang's house, and you can see it when you go out.

On the first day of the new year, he walked quickly across the street and just got on the sidewalk. A man ran over and bumped him, and he subconsciously squeezed his wallet.

Before he could walk forward, another person ran past.

"It's really dead?" Then someone shouted while running.