Yesterday the police went to Yan Hang's house.

On the first day of the first year, knew that the back in the photo was indeed Uncle Yan.

Then... Yan Hang definitely knew who the car belonged to, and who was the third person at the scene.

This made the first graders very scared.

What he was even more afraid of was that Yan Hang knew that Uncle Yan might be injured, but his father was not.

Of the three, one was dead, one was injured, and one was fine...

Standing behind the tree on the first day of the new year, when he thought of this, he would panic for a while, and he was so panicked that he could not stand, and had to lean against the trunk.

He has had a hard time these days. He hasn't gone to school for two days. The house is in a mess. Dad has no news, no one can be found, and he has not contacted his family.

My mother sat on the sofa every day in a daze, and grandma was scolding every day. When saw whoever scolded someone, had to quarrel with someone when went out.

Compared with the home, the rumors outside are more frightening.

Dad has become a reality version of "Don't mess with honest people".

It looks like a gas bag, and I will stab you a few times if I am in a hurry. It is not enough to kill one, and I can still stab another.

The case has not progressed over there, and here he has become the son of a murderer.

And his WeChat, which would never receive any news except for Yan Hang's news, became lively, and every day, classmates came to add him as friends.

This feeling of being forcibly exposed to everyone's eyes made him feel like he was standing in a transparent sealed steamer every minute and every second.

No one could hear what he said, and no one wanted to hear it, just a layer of suffocation.

He glanced at the window of Yan Hang's house opposite. After the police left, Yan Hang's house remained silent.

In fact, the so-called movement is nothing more than whether the lights are on or not, and whether Yan Hang's shadow dangles on the curtains.

Today, until after nine o'clock in the evening, the lights of Yan Hang's house were not turned on.

This made the first graders very worried.

Yan Hang hadn't been out in the past few days. He couldn't figure out his condition on the first day of the first year, and he didn't even know if he had eaten anything.

It can only be judged from the lights on and off that Yan Hang is at home and walking.

Nothing else is known.

But he didn't dare to contact Yan Hang either. He didn't know if Yan Hang, like those people, had an idea about his father killing people.

He leaned behind the tree, showing one eye, and continued to stare at the window of Yan Hang's house, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and lightly pinching the little leather jacket.

Like a perverted stalker.

Fortunately, there are few people now, and no one finds that he comes here every day to post.

It was posted at 10:30, and on the first day of the new year, couldn't bear it anymore. He ran all the way to a 24-hour supermarket far away from home. No one knew him here.

The 200 yuan that my aunt gave him that day was useless. He took it out now and bought a bunch of food, snacks, ham, small snacks, and a few boxes of self-heating rice. I wanted to buy another one. Yan Hang always smoked cigarettes, but after asking the price, he found out that the cigarettes were too high-end and he didn't have enough money. In the end, he only bought two packs, and then ran back all the way with these things.

Taking advantage of no one around, he quickly crossed the street and stood at the door of Yan Hang's house.

There is no sound inside.

Of course, he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered.

He held his breath and approached cautiously, ready to rush over to put the food in the door, knock on the door and turn around to run away.

After rehearsing the process several times in his mind, he rushed over on tiptoe.

Just as he bent over to put down the bag, the door lock rang.

Chu Yi felt that his brain exploded with a buzz, and blood gathered from his whole body to his head. He threw the bag, turned around and ran.

After only running out five steps at most, someone kicked his ass behind him.

He staggered two steps, and before he fell, someone grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"What are you running for?" Yan Hang's voice was hoarse.

"No, I know." On the first day of the first day, when he looked back and saw Yan Hang's haggard face in the dim street light, his nose suddenly felt sore.

"I'm afraid that the road of being a thief will not work after this reaction speed." Yan Hang let go of him.

"It can be robbed, robbed." Chu Yi said.

"Let's collect the protection fee at the gate of the kindergarten." Yan Hang smiled.

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang's smile was full of exhaustion, he couldn't hold it any longer when he glanced over it, and tears poured out instantly.

Whispering, as if the gate had collapsed.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound or move, just stood there watching him cry.

He didn't want to cry, especially in front of Yan Hang at a time like this, but crying is like giggling. Once you start, it's not easy to stop.

He finally clenched his teeth and finally stopped.

I felt that all the muscles in my body were tense and sore in order to suppress this cry.

He lowered his head, pulled up his clothes and wiped his eyes.

Yan Hang snorted.

"Yes, I can't afford it." He loosened his clothes and raised his hand to rub his eyes twice with his arm. As soon as he said this, tears flowed out again.

He rarely cried. He was beaten, scolded and bullied. He never cried. At most, he complained a few words to the tree hole. Many emotions just passed.

I don't know what's going on at the moment, grievance, depression, panic, anxiety, all turned upside down.

"Come in and cry." Yan Hang patted him on the head, turned around and picked up the bag on the ground and went back into the house.

He hesitated for a while, then walked in behind him.

He hadn't come in for a few days, and this hut, which he had always felt very warm and down-to-earth, seemed to have changed.

In fact, things haven't been moved, they're still in the same place, except that the coffee table is a little messy, and there is dust everywhere. Everything is still the same, but it feels different.

Especially dark and cold.

"What did you buy?" Yan Hang put the bag on the coffee table and opened it to take a look.

"Eat," Chu Yi wiped his eyes and walked beside him, "You are, aren't you, you haven't eaten?"

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

"This is good, eat it," the first day of the first year took out a box of braised pork rice, "I've eaten it special, it's not delicious."

"Really?" Yan Hang looked at it.

After the lights were turned on in the room, only on the first day of the first year of the first year did he realize that Yan Hang had lost weight and his chin was a little pointy.

"Eat something, something," he lowered his head and studied the instructions on the lunch box. This meal is 18 yuan a box, very luxurious. He has never eaten such a high-level thing. "Let's see, see, how to eat."

"Dog." Yan Hang took the box from his hand.

After the steam came out of the rice box, the coldness in the room receded a little, but the gray tone was still there.

On the first day of the first day, he sat silently on the stool next to the coffee table, watching Yan Hang eat.

Yan Hang ate slowly, chewing every bite for a long time.

He liked braised pork rice very much on the first day of junior high. My aunt took him to eat it before, and he ate two servings. Although this box is not freshly made and eaten, it smells very good.

Yan Hang had such a hard time eating such a fragrant dish, he should have no appetite.

Eating this lunch should be just to give him face.

"Drinking water?" Chu Yi asked softly.

"Well." Yan Hang glanced at him.

He took Yan Hang's cup, poured a glass of water on the coffee table, and sat back to his original place.

Yan Hang turned over the bag, took out a bag of seaweed and looked at it: "It looks like a child bought it."

"No," Chu Yi smiled, "I bought it when I saw it, and I bought it for the little ones."

Yan Hang unpacked, took two pieces and put them in his mouth, and handed the rest to him.

On the first day of the new year, took a piece and put it in mouth, biting it bit by bit.

He wanted to talk to Yan Hang, but he couldn't find anything to say. Yan Hang had been eating silently, very slowly, without saying a word.

Maybe Yan Hang didn't want to talk to him.

The last bite of the meal was finally eaten, and Yan Hang pointed at him when he put down the lunch box: "Don't move."

"Oh." Chu Yi's buttocks had already left the stool and sat back again.

"I'm fine," Yan Hang said, "you don't have to worry about me, just deal with the family affairs first."

In the first day, my heart trembled.

"I...No, nothing to do, deal with it." He lowered his head and sighed.

"Yes," Yan Hang lit a cigarette, "there is no news."

"Yan Hang," called him on the first day, "I..."

Yan Hang turned his head.

"My dad...he, my dad he, he, he..." The more difficult it was to speak in the first day of the first year, the more difficult it was to say, "Just, just, just my dad..."

"He doesn't have the guts." Yan Hang said.

"Ah?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Go back," Yan Hang said. "Sleep well, what should I do? Your father ran away, are you still living?"

The first day looked at him, but did not speak.

"This is for you," Yan Hang took out a card from his wallet, "the annual card of that boxing gym, you can play if you have nothing to do."

The first one didn't move.

"We usually don't stay in one place for long. My dad also has an annual card, which should be for you," Yan Hang said, "I can't use it either."

On the first day of the new year, I took the card and squeezed it tightly in my hand, feeling my hands trembling.

After a long time, he put the card in his pocket and asked softly, "Are you, are you going to leave?"

Yan Hang didn't speak.

He secretly glanced at Yan Hang's ankle, where the small black stone was still tied.

This feeling can be said to be a sigh of relief, or a sense of loss.

"I found that you are not that old, and your mind is quite heavy," Yan Hang reached out and patted his face, "I guess it is because you think too much, so you don't grow tall."

"I'm going to go down and jump for half a year." Chu Yi said.

"You came as planned?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Yeah," Chu nodded, "I've saved enough, jump once, to two meters."

"I'll wait and see." Yan Hang said.

I don't know what happened on the first day of the new year. Yan Hang's words would make his nose sore.

I don't know if it's because waiting to see indicates some kind of connection in the future, or because waiting to see is more of a "if one day" feeling.

"Go back," Yan Hang said, "have a good sleep."

"Well." The first day responded, "How about you?"

"I'll sleep too, I just took the medicine before you came to be a thief, and I'm a little sleepy now." Yan Hang said.

"Okay, then hello, sleep well." Chu Yi stood up.

"Understood," Yan Hang also stood up and scratched his head twice, "Didn't you say go for a haircut? Why is it still a bird's nest head."

"I forgot," Chu Yi smiled, "I'll go in two or two days."

"Don't worry about it being too short. If it's too short, it has to be repaired." Yan Hang said.

"Well." On the first day of the first year, he scratched his hair.

After standing behind the curtains and watching the first day of the first day slowly walking home, Yan Hang turned off the lights in the room.

sat back on the sofa.

He has been sitting here these past few days, not knowing what he was thinking or what he should do.

The same is waiting. There was expectation in the previous anxiety, but now the anxiety is full of confusion.

And panic.

He lied to the first year of junior high school. He didn't take medicine, and he didn't want to sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there was a pool of blood in front of him.

The surveillance of this film is not perfect. All three people entered the hutong. It was the father of the first year who returned from the hutong. There was surveillance in the direction of going out to the river, but only the deceased was photographed.

Where has dad gone?

So much blood is killing people.

will die.

Yan Hang clenched his hands tightly, wrapping his fingers in his palms, trying to keep his hands warmer.

It's already July, and it's still so cold.

He spent the night sitting on the sofa just like the previous nights.

The only difference is that there is a touch of authenticity in the air due to the aroma of the self-heating rice.

The whole house also made noises because of the first day of the new year.

He breathed a sigh of relief when it was almost dawn, and he didn't know why he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was able to breathe again when light came in from outside the curtains.

The sunlight leaking in through the gaps in the curtains made him feel the change of time.

He stared at the thin beam of light, meaninglessly judging the present moment in his mind.

About eight-twenty.

There were light footsteps outside the door.

Not Dad.

Dad's footsteps are too familiar to him, and he knows very well that Dad can't appear at this time.

Not first year either.

There will be a pause when you reach the door on the first day.

It will not be the police, the police will not come alone.

Yan Hang got up, ran quickly into the kitchen, took a knife, leaned against the door frame, and stared at the living room door.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and then there was a knock on the door.

Knock on the door?

Yan Hang felt that he was probably a little too nervous. It might be the landlord, it might be a garbage collector, or it might be the neighborhood committee...

"Who?" He didn't move, standing still and asked.

"Is Yan Hang there?" A man's voice came from outside.

"I asked who you are." Yan Hang said.

"Your dad's friend," the man replied.

Yan Hang didn't make a sound.

Dad never said he had friends.

He glanced at the kitchen window. There was a small door on the security window, probably left by the landlord to escape the fire, and the key was on the cupboard.

"So vigilant..." The man outside said with a sigh, "Yan Jidao, your dad asked me to come to you."

Yan Hang was stunned.

"Look at this." The man said again.

Then he saw that something was stuffed under the crack of the door, and Yan Hang recognized it as soon as a corner was exposed.

This is the envelope from Dad.

Without hesitation, he walked over quickly and picked up the envelope.

It was this envelope, every time he saw it, it would make him uneasy. He wanted to see the content, but he didn't dare to read it, but now he wanted to find the broken envelope every moment.

He rubbed the opening of the envelope and saw that there was only a very thin piece of paper in it, which was almost the same feeling. Every time he picked it up, he felt that there was only one page of letter paper at most.

When he pulled out the piece of paper, his heart beat a little bit.

After so many years, he finally wants to see the content inside.

The current mood is indescribable.

Excitement, anticipation, unease, fear, all thrived as if fertilized.

He took a breath and let it out slowly.

Then unfold the stationery.

It's not really a letter, I don't know if a page torn out of a book, the edges are like a dog's gnawing, very dad's style.

There is only one sentence above.

-Dear prince, this person outside can be trusted

? ? ?

what the hell.

Yan Hang stared at this line of words.

There are 12 characters in total, including the title.

Even if there is no inscription, the punctuation is added when I meditate.

This letter, which he has waited for so many years to finally see the content, is actually like this?

"I haven't touched what's inside," the man said through the door. "I don't know what it is. He said you'll understand after you read it."

Yan Hang can't be sure whether this person has read the content, but he can be sure that this person has not touched the letter.

Kind of content like this neurosis.

This kind of neurosis is worded as lovingly.

This kind of neurotic-like brief message.

It's the habitual style of his insane father.

There is also this word that seems to be practiced, which he is very familiar with.

"Your uncle," Yan Hang couldn't help laughing when he saw this line of words, "I'm fucking your uncle, old Yan."

After turning the letter over and studying it for a while, Yan Hang sighed again.

The envelope was old, but the paper was new, and the ink on it was still new.

It can only be said that in the envelope that he always wanted to know the content, there was no fixed content at all.

Dad probably writes something different every time depending on the situation.

He put the letter away and opened the door.

There was a man standing outside the door, who looked about the same age as his father, but he could tell at a glance that this man was not the same as his father.

Dad has a free and easy Jianghu atmosphere, and this person's face is almost written "I am a serious person".

In any case, it is impossible to imagine that such a person would say that he is a friend of his father.

"My surname is Cui," the man walked into the room and frowned and looked around, "You can call me Lao Cui."

"Full name?" Yan Hang insisted.

"Choi Siwon," the man said.

Yan Hang glared at him, this man still had a serious expression on his face, at this moment Yan Hang believed that he and his father were really friends.

"Do you have any news about my dad?" Yan Hang poured Lao Cui a glass of water.

"No," Lao Cui said, "he delivered this envelope to me by courier. It has this address written on it, the date I came over, and a card."

"What are you doing here?" Yan Hang asked.

"Give you the money and take you away." Lao Cui said.

Yan Hang looked at him.

"He called me almost two months ago," Lao Cui took a sip. "He didn't tell me anything else, he just said he wanted you to live a normal life."

Yan Hang didn't say anything, and after a while he asked, "Did you know something happened to him?"

"I guessed it," Lao Cui said. "He won't come to me if nothing happens."

"Didn't you know anything before looking for you?" Yan Hang asked.

"I haven't contacted him for five years, so I just made that phone call two months ago," Lao Cui said. "You should know better than me what kind of person your father is."

Yan Hang nestled on the sofa, feeling a little confusion in his mind again.

I don't know if it is because he is always in a daze these days, and his brain is a little rusty.

"This is my business card," Lao Cui handed over a card, "I live in the hotel next to me, just call me when you think about it."

Yan Hang took the business card and glanced at Cui Yi.

"My personal suggestion," Cui Yi looked at him, "you should come with me."

"Why?" Yan Hang still looked down at the business card, lawyer?

"In your current state, it might not be appropriate to stay here," Cui Yi said, "or your dad wouldn't let me come."

Yan Hang remained silent.

current condition.

The current state is indeed very poor. Every day, I feel like I am trapped in something, which is very heavy.

But he didn't particularly want to leave. For him, this place was different from any place he had stayed before.

And only here, there are traces of father, if leave, may never feel it again.

"I'm going back to the hotel first," Cui Yi said. "Call me when you think about it. I've been at the hotel."

"Well," Yan Hang responded, "Thank you."

Cui Yi opened the curtains before leaving, and the golden sunlight in the morning came in.

Yan Hang closed his eyes, as if nocturnal animals had been thrown under the scorching sun.

He took out his father's "letter" and read it for a while, then lay down on the sofa and put the paper over his eyes.

The letter was given to Cui Yi by my father in advance, and it should have been planned long ago.

He didn't know what to do.

He wanted to go, and he didn't want to go either.

He wants to find Dad.

Dead to find the body.

Live to meet people.

No matter from which point of view, he wants to find his father.

But intuition told him that Dad would not come back here again.

Things are over here.

Yan Hang opened the self-heating rice he bought yesterday on the first day of the new year, picked out a box of fish-flavored shredded pork, and ate it slowly.

He could imagine the smell of fish-flavored shredded pork.

But he couldn't eat it.

Yesterday's braised pork rice was the same.

He has had this experience of losing some senses, touch, smell, taste, occasional or a few days of failure, will gradually make people lose their sense of reality.

This is probably what my dad worries about the most.

He unscrewed a bottle of iced black tea and took a few sips.

After eating, he went to take a shower, changed his clothes, and went out wearing a mask.

The sun outside is very strong, and the eyes can feel a strong pain.

He stood in the shade of the tree for a while, and after getting used to it, he slowly crossed the street and walked towards the river.

The cordon going to the river has been removed, and there are no traces on the road.

Yan Hang glanced back, and behind him was the alley, where Dad finally disappeared.

He stood at the intersection for a while, then turned and continued toward the river.

There was still no one on the road along the river. Now that the temperature has risen and the wind is blowing, he can smell the smell from the river, which made him realize very deeply why there is no one on this road.

He also deeply felt the extraordinary loneliness of the first day of the new year, so that he could endure the loneliness of finding a tree hole in such a place with this smell.

The tree hole is not difficult to find, just walk for a short distance.

Yan Hang walked behind the tree, bent over and looked at the tree hole, and then got closer to smell it, there was actually the fragrance of wood.

He buckled his face.

"The first day of the first day," he said softly, "I don't know if you can hear what I'm saying here."

"I want to say that I've been to many places and met many people, but now if you ask me to name three names right away," Yan Hang tapped lightly on the tree trunk, "Probably apart from Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Hang, It's only the first year."