The first couple of onlookers were not interested in the excitement, and he would not watch any car accidents, fights, and quarrels.

kill?

He has no interest either. A life has disappeared. What is there to be excited about? In the past, someone on the bridge wanted to commit suicide, and there were a lot of onlookers. heard that they jumped later.

But the water was too shallow to drown, but he broke his leg.

A lot of people laughed at this as a joke for a long time, but he felt pretty good, he was relieved, at least no one died.

He looked in the direction where the onlookers ran past, it was the small street leading to the river.

That is to say, many people may have gone to his tree hole now, and he is a little unhappy. The tree hole is his little secret, and he doesn't want others to discover it.

He hesitated and walked to the side street for a while, and saw blood on the ground.

It's a long one, dripping past.

He stopped.

forget it.

Still don't watch this scene.

He turned around and went to the supermarket. Several elder sisters from the supermarket were looking over at the door. When he came over, he asked, "Did you see what happened? Did you kill someone?"

"I don't know." Chu Yi replied.

The supermarket was about as usual, and no one noticed the commotion outside.

A lot of times it’s just like that, what’s happening around you, some people go, some people come, some people live and some people die, but if you don’t see it, nothing happens.

If Yan Hang didn't see him that day, he didn't come to him.

For him, Yan Hang never existed.

In this life, how self is lived.

On the first day of the first day, he squeezed Yan Hang's wallet and walked back and forth between various dishes.

Yan Hang was in a bad mood, but eating seemed unaffected. He wanted to buy what Yan Hang likes to eat, but after turning around, he realized that he didn't know what Yan Hang likes to eat.

In the end, could only buy something that could just mess around with, shrimp, meatballs, and some green vegetables.

Another iced tea.

When came out of the supermarket, saw a police car on the first day of the first day and drove towards the river with its lights flashing.

It seemed that something really happened, he sighed, and trotted across the street carrying his things.

When he walked to the door of Yan Hang's house, he found that Yan Hang had opened the curtains, stood in a daze with a cigarette in the window, his hair was still wet and dripping with water.

On the first day of the first year, I walked over: "I can buy whatever you want..."

"What happened over there?" Yan Hang asked.

"Oh," looked back at the first day of the school, "I didn't, I didn't go there, look, it seems like a dead person."

Yan Hang's cigarette shook violently, and a piece of soot fell.

On the first day of the first day, he was a little surprised by Yan Hang's reaction.

After a long time, he found that Yan Hang didn't mean to open the door for him, so he had to point to the door again: "Open, open the door."

Yan Hang took out his cigarette, opened the door, and took the food from him: "The first day of the first year."

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Do me a favor," Yan Hang said, "go over there and see what's going on."

The first day of the first day was stunned again, but he nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll see, you wait, wait a while."

Looking at the first day of the first year, Yan Hang quickly walked across the street, and then Yan Hang closed the door and entered the kitchen with the dishes.

When he wanted to pick up the vegetables and put them on the desk, he found that his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't lift them up.

He had to hold the bag with both hands before he put things on it.

When he loosened the bag, his hands seemed to lose support, and he felt like he wanted to dance to the rhythm.

He supported the desk, lowered his head, closed his eyes, inhaled hard, and then slowly exhaled.

Breathe in again.

Exhale again.

After slowing down a bit, he bit his lip, turned sharply, walked out of the kitchen, entered Dad's room, and turned on the light.

Everything in Dad's house was as usual, the folded quilt, the folded towel, the clothes that were randomly placed on the back of the chair, and the faint smell of smoke.

In another night, the smell of smoke in this house will be gone.

Yan Hang stood in the room for a few seconds, walked over to the bed, and removed the pillow.

There was nothing under the pillow, he shook the pillow again, nothing fell out, grabbed the pillow and pinched it again, nothing.

Lifting the quilt, no, shaking, no, grabbing the quilt cover and pinching it again, no, the towel was shaken and nothing.

Sheets, bed planks, under the bed.

nothing.

He went to pick up the clothes that Dad put on the back of the chair, no, he threw the clothes aside in a bit of irritability, and then opened the closet.

Where is that letter?

Dad couldn't have carried that letter with him. The envelope was very old, but there was no creases at all. The letter had to be in the house.

But the house is so big, there are only so few things, and Dad's things are so few that he seems to be a person who only travels for two or three days.

Where the hell is it!

He took out the clothes in the closet and touched them one by one, but Dad only had these few clothes, and after a few touches, the cabinet was empty.

He reached out and touched the cabinet carefully again, no.

Finally, he slammed the cabinet door shut, and kicked the chair angrily: "Fuck!"

"Yan Hang?" The voice of the first grader came from the living room.

He turned around and stood outside the window on the first day of the first year. The windows were opposite the doors of the two houses. He probably saw his appearance, and the expression on the face of the first day was a little uneasy.

"Have you seen it?" Yan Hang walked over and opened the door.

"Look," Chu nodded slightly, "but I can't get through. Police cars, ambulances, and cars are all there."

"Have you seen that dead man?" Yan Hang looked at him, feeling a little breathless.

"Gai, on," the first day shook his head, "I saw one, a piece of gold, a watch."

"Are you wearing a gold watch?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," on the first day of the first day of the first year, he rubbed his hands on his clothes with some anxiety, "why I'll take a look again..."

"No need." Yan Hang couldn't tell whether he was relieved or his heart tightened, but he felt that the whole figure was hanging, not solid anywhere, and he couldn't press down to the end.

I always want to take something to fill the anxiety in my empty heart.

In the end, he hugged the first day of the first year, pressed his head to his chest, and hugged it tightly.

He was taken aback on the first day of the first day of the first year. His first reaction was that Yan Hang wanted to beat him up, so he subconsciously raised his arms to hug his head.

But Yan Hang hugged him, and his whole face was pressed against Yan Hang's chest.

His arms just stretched out.

Yan Hang hugged tightly, he felt that his nose was flattened, and it was difficult to breathe. After waiting for a while, Yan Hang didn't mean to let go, he could only quietly open his mouth a little to assist breathing.

Yan Hang lowered his head and rubbed the top of his head first, then put his chin on top of his head.

Then pressed hard.

On the first day of junior high, I didn't know whether it was because the top of my head was too fragile or if Yan Hang's chin was too strong, it hurt a lot.

But he was silent.

He didn't know what happened to Yan Hang, or what the dead man wearing the gold watch had to do with his abnormality.

He only knew that Yan Hang was in a very bad mood, and his mood was not stable.

Yan Hang, who had always been arrogant and free and easy, suddenly became like this, which made him very distressed.

He hesitated for a moment, his arms tightened, and he hugged Yan Hang's waist tightly.

After a while, Yan Hang released him and scratched his head.

He also let go of his hand and quickly glanced at Yan Hang's face without crying.

"Are you doing your homework?" Yan Hang went over to draw the curtains, and looked out through the cracks of the curtains.

"Huh?" Chu Yi didn't respond.

"I'm cooking," Yan Hang turned and entered the kitchen, "You can do your homework."

Yan Hang's words were very clear and his tone was normal, as if he was completely fine.

But he was here from noon on the first day of the new year, and he missed an afternoon of class, so there was no homework to write. Even if he had homework to write, his schoolbag was still at school.

On the first day of the first day, he walked to the kitchen door and looked at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang stood in front of the desk with his back to him, and took out the dishes and placed them neatly.

After the first day of the new year, took a cabbage to the side of the sink, quickly cut off the leaves and started washing the vegetables neatly.

"How do you want to eat shrimp?" Yan Hang asked.

"Bai, burn it." The first day said, it was relatively simple.

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded, standing in front of the stove staring at the water in the pot.

On the first day of the first day, the dishes were washed and put on the desk.

Yan Hang was in a strange state now. For the sake of safety, he picked up the knife on the first day of the first year, lowered his head and started to cut the cabbage.

"How do you want to eat this?" Yan Hang glanced at him.

"Fried balls." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang didn't speak anymore.

The first vegetable was cut, and the meatballs were also cut, so don't let Yan Hang do the knife.

Salt, onion, ginger, pepper, Yan Hang put all the ingredients into the pot and continued to stare.

Wearing a gold watch.

Yan Hang had never seen anyone wearing a gold watch in his impression, and looking at the reaction of the first grade, he probably wasn't someone he was familiar with.

So today was just an accident?

Although he hoped so, it was difficult to accept intellectually. When Dad left, it was so different from usual. He didn't have to think about it to know that something big was going to happen. In the afternoon, people died by the river.

Said it was an accident, he really had a hard time believing it.

The water boiled, and the aroma of the ingredients rushed out. He added a little white wine in, and then reached for the shrimp. As soon as he reached out, a plate was handed to him.

He turned his head and glanced at it. He had been standing beside him on the first day of the first day, and now he had already handed over the shrimp.

He poured the shrimp into the pot: "Go get the ice."

On the first day of the new year, immediately went to the refrigerator to find an ice box and brought it over.

"It's all in the bowl," he said.

"Okay." On the first day of the first day, he took a large bowl and smashed the ice box on the edge of the bowl a few times.

The movement was quite loud, and Yan Hang startled him and turned to look at him: "Are you smashing the ice or smashing the bowl?"

"It can't be broken," knocked again on the first day of the new year, and all the ice cubes in the refrigerator fell into the bowl, "I have it, I have it, don't worry."

In the first day of the new year, he was very quick to do things. He knew what he was going to do in one sentence. After getting the ice cubes, he went straight to pour some cool white water, and put a bowl of ice water in his hand.

Yan Hang took out the shrimp and put it in: "Another bowl, the shrimp will be tender when it's iced through."

"Yeah." The first day did.

After the shrimp was done, he fried the balls and cabbage together, and then cooked the frozen dumplings.

The first set of tableware and chopsticks was placed, the dishes were brought out and placed on the coffee table, and the iced black tea was also put away.

Yan Hang went over and touched the bottle. It was ice. It should have been placed in the freezer ahead of time on the first day of the new year.

He glanced at the seat on the sofa where Dad always sat, sat down, and turned on the TV with the remote control.

There is no need to change the channel, the news is broadcast in the city directly.

They didn't speak for a meal and watched the news while eating.

The news was as trivial as ever, with no mention of the riverside killings.

The reporters in the market are not as efficient as the WeChat Moments.

However, Yan Hang felt that watching the news was just a program. He had to have this voice when he was eating. He was not sure if he would like to watch the news when it really existed.

After eating, the spirit of the first-year long-term worker still remains, and he quickly cleaned up all the things on the coffee table. After a busy work in the kitchen, the work table was wiped clean together.

The weather forecast began to play on the TV, and when Yan Hang was about to change the remote control to another station, the phone rang.

He was shocked, and when he picked up the phone, he used too much force, and with a click, he squeezed two cracks out of the tempered film.

"It's me... my ring." On the first day of the first year, he stood beside him with his mobile phone, and said softly with a shocked expression on his face.

Yan Hang glanced at his mobile phone with a black screen, peeled off the film on it, and threw it on the coffee table: "Is it your mother who came to scold you?"

"Maybe." On the first day of the first day, he smiled reluctantly and picked up the conversation.

"You don't have to come back! Get out of here!" As soon as the phone was connected, my mother's voice exploded, "One by one, I won't answer the phone if I don't want to, and I won't come back if I want to! Then don't go back! I'll break anyone's legs if they dare to come back!"

Before the first day of the first year, my mother's phone had been hung up.

"Go back," Yan Hang said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little upset, I'll just sleep for a while."

The first time he stood still.

Yan Hang glanced at him: "How long have you known me? That's all you can worry about."

On the first day of the first year, I quickly calculated in my heart: "Almost one, one semester."

Yan Hang smiled: "It's been a long time?"

"Yeah." Chu Yi also smiled.

"There are many semesters in a lifetime," Yan Hang said, "I can't even count them."

On the first day of the first day, he frowned and said nothing.

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, his half-wrinkled brows froze, and after a while, he regained his position. Yan Hang's words were not according to the routine, and he didn't even have time to reply to the sudden "thank you".

"You're very cute," Yan Hang said, "others just didn't see it."

"Look, it's fine when you arrive." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him and smiled: "My dad said that he wanted to have another child before, but... I didn't have time. It would be nice to have a younger brother like you."

At first glance, I couldn't understand what "not in time" meant.

"I won't be alone." Yan Hang said.

"You are not here, you are not alone." I thought about it on the first day of the first day, "I will accompany you later."

Yan Hang looked at him, watching intently for a long time, then got up, came over and kissed him on the forehead.

On the first day of the first year, the whole person was fixed in place.

The very light scent of perfume on Yan Hang's body hit his face, although he kissed his hair this time, he still felt a little dizzy.

No one has ever kissed him like this since he was a child, and he has never been hugged by his family in memory.

The light touch of Yan Hang on his forehead was the first time he felt intimacy when he was so old.

"It's really time for a haircut." Yan Hang clicked his tongue.

"Well," smiled a little embarrassedly on the first day of the first day, and pulled the hair on his forehead, "Go on the weekend."

"I want to be alone at night," Yan Hang said, "I'll send you a message if anything happens."

"Guarantee." Chu Yi said.

"Promise." Yan Hang nodded.

After leaving on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang froze for a while on the sofa, then got up and went to get a bottle of Dad's Erguotou and a packet of peanut beans.

Back on the sofa, he lit a cigarette, turned down the volume of the TV, and continued to watch the market.

In the evening, there will be a dog-blood idol drama on the market, which is very casual, and the old men who appear on the stage are all skinned with a soft light.

There will be news after the show is over.

He just drank wine in the dark, ate peanuts, and stared at the flashing light on the other side.

This "I'm in the dark" format makes him feel safe.

Safety.

When Dad wasn't home, he needed that feeling even more.

Not a sense of security, but real security.

Today, he could have gone out to take a look by himself, but he didn't. He let the first day help him run errands.

This kind of subconscious behavior of hiding himself as much as possible when there may be danger, Dad did not teach him deliberately.

But after so many years of this kind of life, his father taught him to fight, teach him to protect himself, and teach him to look at people. This kind of awareness has long been hidden in his mind.

When the music of the news sounded, his hand holding the wine glass shook slightly.

A full glass of wine spilled out. He licked the wine that was spilled on his hand. He didn't look at the screen, but just stared at the peanuts on the coffee table with his eyes down.

"Around 6 o'clock this afternoon, there was a suspected serious brawl in Shidong District..."

When the female announcer said these words on the TV, Yan Hang's heart twitched, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the glass, staring at the screen.

But she couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Linhe District Police Station received an alarm... One person died on the spot due to excessive blood loss... A lot of blood stains at the scene..."

Yan Hang stared at the familiar street scene with a yellow warning line on the TV.

The man died by the river and his identity has not been determined. Witnesses at the scene said he ran out of the alley across the street.

Alley across the street.

The hutong across the street is about 500 meters away from the house they rented. In fact, it can’t be called a hutong, it’s just a passage formed by the courtyard walls on both sides.

When the picture cuts to the alley, Yan Hang sees a large area of ​​blood on the ground that has not been cleaned up.

He frowned.

In the previous footage of the riverside, blood could be seen. There was a lot of blood. The man was surrounded by blood. He must have been stabbed in the alley and then ran to the river. After falling to the ground, he lost a lot of blood and died.

...then why is there so much blood in the alley, whose is it?

Who stabbed him?

"The specific circumstances of the case are still under further investigation..."

The news was very short, and after two or three minutes, it was changed to another news about two old men fighting for a seat on the bus.

"It's really promising!" Grandma slapped the back of the first year of junior high with a slap. "You're still absent from class! Why don't you just drop out of school!"

On the first day of the new year, didn't say anything, staring at the seaweed egg drop soup that was spilled all over the floor.

Burning pain in legs and feet.

The soup was overturned by his grandmother when he brought it out of the kitchen, and the whole pot of soup was poured on his pants.

It's normal for grandma to be angry. He didn't go home for dinner and didn't tell the family. Mom and grandma and grandpa have waited until now and haven't eaten.

I have been thinking about accompanying Yan Hang today, but he forgot to make up a nonsense to his mother.

"Go wash the water first." Grandpa waved his hand aside.

"What kind of water! He'll be scalded to death. If you don't give him a little bit of power, he will go to heaven!" Grandma pointed at him with one hand on his hip and one finger, "Look at him recently, he came back to eat when he was happy, and he didn't let a fart when he was unhappy. No more shadows!"

In fact, I don't come back to eat when I'm happy. There's nothing to be happy about when I come back to eat.

On the first day of the first day, gently pulled trouser legs so that the trousers would not stick to legs. Fortunately, the soup has been boiled for a while, so it is not the hottest.

But compared to the pain in his legs, what he felt more distressed was the pants.

These are the trousers Yan Hang gave him. He didn't dare to wear those clothes together. He was wearing a school uniform on his upper body... He knew that he was still wearing a school uniform today, and he had already mended the hole in his buttocks.

Grandma scolded him for a while before resting. He went to the toilet and took off his pants. His legs and insteps were all red, but the skin was not broken.

He took a hose and poured water on his leg for a while, feeling better, but as soon as the water left, the burning pain returned immediately.

He sighed and went to the balcony to get some big pants and put them on. Let's go out to buy some medicine at night.

Several people were sitting in the living room. After grandma made the soup, the meal program was temporarily scheduled. Everyone stayed still and sat in a daze.

On the first day of the new year, took a mop and started to clean up the soup on the ground.

"Should I call the police?" Grandpa suddenly said.

"What are you calling the police!" Mom frowned, "A gentleman calls the police if he doesn't answer the phone at home. Which policeman has the spare time to take care of you."

"That's right," Grandma said on the side, "What kind of bullshit the police, why don't you find out where to catch the rape."

"You can do it. You don't have a good word in your mouth all day long. Your family doesn't expect good things!" Mom said impatiently.

"The person mentioned in the news just now," Grandpa said, "couldn't be..."

"You're crazy!" Mom jumped up, "Are you sick!"

"I've been a fool all my life," my grandmother pointed at my grandfather, "I can make a fart even more intelligent than you."

At the beginning of the day, he dragged it twice, brought out the dishes and put them away, and sat in front of his desk.

Listening to his grandma discussing with his mother what was going on with his father while eating, he only felt disturbed and frightened.

Dad is a timid person, especially afraid of his mother's scolding him. The mobile phone can't get through. It didn't happen a few times in the memory of the first year of junior high school. Even if the battery ran out, Dad would find a phone to call back.

I don't know what happened.

Mom doesn't have a phone number from dad's company or his colleagues, so can't get through to dad's phone right now, and don't even have a place to ask.

"Tomorrow I'll go to their company," Mom said finally, "What a broken company!"

"I'll go with you," said the grandmother.

"You got it, what are you going to do, I'll ask what's going on first." Mom frowned.

On the first day of junior high, I lay on my desk and flipped through my English textbook.

There is no homework to do today, so he doesn't know what to do.

In this house, he didn't even have a place to hide.

Can only be so stunned.

He was stunned until the whole family went back to the house to sleep, then he stood up, opened the door lightly and went out.

Going out at this time, he has nowhere to go. He used to run and chat in tree holes for a while.

Today, there is no way to go to the tree hole, and there is still a cordon.

He went to the pharmacy and tried to buy a scald cream first, but he didn't get it. He didn't know that a small scald cream was so expensive, so much more expensive than toothpaste...

Finally, he stood on the side of the road opposite Yan Hang's house and sighed.

Yan Hang's family didn't turn on the lights, so it was estimated that Yan Hang had already fallen asleep.