Yan Hang has been to many places with his father, but this is the first time to fly.

Dad was afraid of heights. He used to take him to ride the Ferris wheel. When he was halfway up, he didn't feel anything. Dad almost gave him his last words.

Yan Hang smiled.

The plane had not yet taken off, and he was fascinated by the sun-baked ground outside the window.

"Do you want a blanket?" Cui Yi asked, "fly for an hour and a half, you can sleep for a while."

"It takes about an hour and a half to fly back and forth three times to wait for the miracle to happen, so I'm a little sleepy," Yan Hang said, "I'll just stay stunned for a while."

"I contacted the doctor for you," Cui Yi said. "After you arrive at the place, you will take a good rest for a week, and then go to chat?"

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"I thought you would refuse," Cui Yi smiled, "So cooperative."

"Who wouldn't want to feel better," Yan Hang said, "I don't really want to die either."

Cui Yi didn't speak, but patted him on the shoulder.

Today's flight is half an hour late, which is fairly fast.

When the radio told everyone to turn off their mobile phones, Cui Yi glanced at him: "Shut down?"

"It was closed when I went to find you, and it has never been opened." Yan Hang said.

"Have you said goodbye to your friends?" Cui Yi asked.

"...Friend," Yan Hang paused, and his mood dropped when he thought of the first day of the new year, "No."

Cui Yi was stunned: "Didn't you tell your friends to leave?"

"No." Yan Hang said.

Cui Yi looked at him and said nothing.

"I...Actually," Yan Hang said hesitantly, his voice soft, "I don't know how to say goodbye."

"You never said goodbye to anyone?" Cui Yi also lowered his voice.

"Well," Yan Hang turned his head to look at the slowly moving scene outside the window, "I haven't met anyone anywhere, so I don't need to say goodbye to anyone."

"Oh." Cui Yi responded, thinking about it and sighing.

"I don't even know what to say," Yan Hang said, "he won't be sad."

"Who?" Cui Yi asked.

"A child." Yan Hang smiled.

Cui Yi's family is in a quiet second-tier city. Yan Hang has never been with his father, but he has been to the small town next to him. The scenery is very good. There is a river that is much more beautiful than the river next to the first tree hole.

They only lived there for half a month, and Yan Hang would sit by the river for a while every day.

On the day he left, he saw two sand dredging boats, and the clear river water was instantly stirred into yellow soup.

If he had left one day earlier, then his memory would always be the clear and pleasant look of the river.

"I rented a house for you in the same community as my house," Cui Yi said. "Actually, I live alone, and it's fine for you to live in my house, but I guess you don't want to."

"Well." Yan Hang smiled.

"Take you there first, and call me when you're ready to go out after a while, and I'll take you to dinner." Cui Yi said.

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"You're welcome." Cui Yi said.

This standard answer amused Yan Hang.

The community where Cui Yi lives is an old community, but it is very large. The internal environment is very good, and the greening is done very hard. The community has diverted water and small trees.

The suite he rented for Yan Hang was in the innermost part of the community, a small one-bedroom apartment on the top floor, near a low hill, very quiet.

"Okay?" Cui Yi opened the door and gave him the key.

"It's very good." Yan Hang looked at it. The balcony of the bedroom faced the mountain. He could imagine how refreshing it would be to face a green field in the morning.

"Then you can rest for a while," Cui Yi said, "I called someone to clean up the house before, you can live directly, everything is ready, I also bought some daily necessities, and there is a supermarket in the community. "

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

Cui Yi didn't say anything else, turned around and left very simply.

Yan Hang sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Cui Yi made him very relaxed. He didn't have any extra hospitality from the elders to the younger ones, so he left after speaking.

The so-called rest is actually to sit for a while, walk around the house, and see if there is anything else to buy. After all, this time... it may be the longest time he has stayed in one place, and he will need more things. .

This house is well-decorated, with all the furniture and appliances, and Yan Hang's favorite wooden floor.

Yan Hang walked around the room with bare feet, then went to the balcony to stand for a while.

Then he went back to the house and took out his luggage.

Clothes, books, gadgets, gone.

There was a small bookshelf in the bedroom, Yan Hang put the books on it and arranged them in a neat row.

These books are all found for him by his father. If it is normal, some books he does not need will not be taken away when he moves.

But this time, he brought all the books with him. These books bear traces of his father, and they are gone when they are thrown away.

There was also a small tinplate box on the bookshelf. Yan Hang picked it up and looked at it. It was empty, with a small flower fairy printed on the lid... don't know if it belonged to the landlord or the previous tenant.

Xiaohuaxian is Xiaohuaxian, Yan Hang put his gadgets in it.

In addition to the previous ones, there is an extra pen and a small piece of red string.

When he saw these things, Yan Hang was suddenly startled, and quickly touched his ankle. The small stone was still there, and he was relieved again.

After struggling for a long time between putting the small stone in the box and continuing to tie it to the ankle, he chose the latter.

It took less than five minutes to organize the simple luggage. He went to the kitchen to take a look. He didn't have any problems with cooking by himself. There was even a whole piece of iced black tea in the refrigerator.

This must be what my dad told me.

He stared at the iced tea, and the memory of his father, which he had been trying to ignore for so many days, suddenly surged up unsuspectingly.

He closed the refrigerator door and leaned against the wall for a long time.

Dad is now alive or dead, and he has no angle to guess at all.

He is too aware of his father's ability. If he is still alive and doesn't want people to find him, it really won't be easy to find.

He had approached Liang Bing two days ago, but there were no more clues from Liang Bing.

The only thing can know is that Lao Ding wants Liang Bing to block his father's retreat. After all, there are many people there, and it is too easy to escape or ask for help.

But Dad didn't go there.

As for why, Yan Hang can probably guess, because the further inside are old communities and old streets, and the monitoring is not complete. Based on Yan Hang's understanding of his father, he occasionally goes out and sees where there is no monitoring. It is a matter of the way. , after all, is an old fox who sleeps three points awake.

Just that blood.

Such a large amount of blood shows that he was seriously injured. How could he have disappeared without monitoring with such an injury?

What Yan Hang can tell now is that there is someone to answer.

The person who called before going out was the one who answered him.

who is it?

Yan Hang returned to the living room. He couldn't analyze anything useful for the time being.

He looked at the time, it was time for dinner, Cui Yi was still waiting for him to eat together, although he could be inedible for half a month now, but Cui Yi had to eat.

Yan Hang took out his cell phone and wanted to make a call, but after taking out his cell phone, he hesitated again.

I should have known that he was gone.

He didn't say goodbye or even leave a message.

He was afraid, he didn't know how to face such a difference.

He had no memory of anyone or anywhere, only there, and the first year of junior high, but it was such a memory that he didn't know what to say or do at all.

The first one didn't know.

The first one knew that he left without saying goodbye.

Yan Hang held the phone and turned it back and forth in his hand.

After turning around for a few minutes, he saw a small paper bag on the coffee table.

It's a calling card.

It should have been prepared by Cui Yi for him.

This person is very careful. He looked in the bathroom just now. Not only the shampoo, shower gel, toothpaste, toothbrush, and toothbrush are all ready, but also shaving cream.

It's a huge contrast with my father. Such two people can actually be friends, and it's still such a relationship that can...

Although they both have very similar tastes for pseudonyms.

Yan Hang put the new card into his mobile phone. He didn't throw away the old card, but put it in the small box, and he knew that he would always recharge the card.

But he also knew that he was not for his father, because if his father wanted to find him, he would definitely not contact him directly, he would only contact Cui Yi first.

Probably for the first year.

Even if you can't find a suitable posture to say goodbye, you will keep a tool for contact.

Kind of funny.

Cui Yi lived in the building next to him, and after answering his call, he was waiting for him downstairs.

When he went downstairs, Cui Yi was taking a picture of a flower in front of the building with his mobile phone.

"Shooting flowers?" Yan Hang went over and asked.

"Shh." Cui Yi said.

Just after the shush, a butterfly flew up from the flower, flapping its wings and flying into the flower bed.

"I'm sorry." Yan Hang said.

"Playing and playing," Cui Yi said, "The fairy girls in the circle of friends are all flowers and plants, and it's too discordant for me to always post grilled skewers."

Yan Hang smiled.

"Let's go, eat." Cui Yi put away the phone.

"What to eat?" Yan Hang asked.

"Skewer," Cui Yi said, "or what do you want to eat?"

"Just grill skewers." Yan Hang said.

Cui Yi should be a frequent visitor to this skewer shop. The waiters knew him as soon as he entered. After ordering the skewers, the boss even sent a large fruit plate over himself.

"Why didn't you come alone today?" the boss said.

"Well," Cui Yi pointed at Yan Hang, "I'm my son."

"It looks pretty similar," said the boss.

"How can your emotional intelligence open the store for more than ten years." Cui Yi sighed.

The boss was stunned before he reacted and laughed: "I mean, they are all handsome, they are all handsome."

"Hurry up and bake." Cui Yi waved his hand.

After the boss left, he looked at Yan Hang: "You really look exactly like your dad."

"How long have you known each other?" Yan Hang asked.

"Longer than the years you've known him," Cui Yi smiled, "he was proud of his most arrogant years."

"How did you know each other?" Yan Hang asked again.

"This," Cui Yi paused for a while, his eyes floated, as if recalling, but in the end he just smiled, "It's too long to talk."

Yan Hang didn't ask any more questions.

"Your birthday is next month, right?" Cui Yi asked.

"Well," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Did my dad tell you?"

"No, I always remember," Cui Yi said, "I just don't remember the date. I went to see you when you were born. It was a little bit ugly. I didn't expect it to be like this when you grew up."

"...Oh." Yan Hang didn't know how to answer.

"If you want to find a place to work, I can help you ask," Cui Yi said, "do you have this idea?"

"I've always wanted to go to a western restaurant," said Yan Hang, "regular, I just don't know if I can do it."

"Is your English very good," Cui Yi said, "your dad bragged with me."

"It's alright." Yan Hang smiled, he couldn't imagine what his father would look like when he told others.

"I'll ask for you," Cui Yi pushed the plate in front of him, "eat."

On the first day of the new year, he stuck behind the tree and stared at the door of Yan Hang's house.

No, it's not Yan Hang's house anymore.

The landlord eldest sister said that he had already moved out in the morning.

has moved.

Although Yan Hang had told him at the beginning that they were staying in one place not long ago, he had already had a strong premonition a few days ago that Yan Hang would leave.

But he didn't expect it to be so sudden.

Yan Hang didn't even leave a word for him and just left.

The first day was very difficult.

Very uncomfortable.

He had never experienced such a feeling. This kind of discomfort even overwhelmed his father's involvement in the murder case, and overwhelmed his son who was said to be a murderer.

In addition to being uncomfortable, there is also an indescribable blockage.

Yan Hang only left in the morning.

Just this morning.

When he was sitting on the bus coming back, Yan Hang left.

If he came back one day earlier and contacted Yan Hang earlier, wouldn't it be so sudden?

At least we can meet again.

Ask him if he will come back, ask him where he is going.

And now, he didn't even leave a photo of Yan Hang.

The only thing left in the phone was the huge steaming pot lid that he photographed when he secretly photographed Yan Hang.

uncomfortable.

He had no friends, and now he knew for the first time how hard it would be to lose a friend.

It was late at night and there was no one on the street. He got out from behind the tree and ran across the street.

From his pocket, he took out a card that he had just picked up on the ground, with a 24-hour lock printed on it.

He looked around, shoved the card into the crack of the door beside the lock, shook it gently, inserted it, and the door opened.

The lock is very old, so the landlord installed three bolts and a padlock inside to comfort the tenant, but now that no one lives in it, it naturally won't lock.

Entered the house on the first day of the new year, closed the door, and stood in the middle of the living room.

In the dark he could smell the faint, almost undetectable smell of smoke.

He walked into Yan Hang's bedroom, turned on the phone with difficulty, and looked at the empty room.

There was nothing left, although there was nothing in Yan Hang's bedroom at first, but now it was so empty that others could hardly breathe.

The light of the mobile phone illuminates the empty bed, the empty tabletop, the empty chair back, and the empty wardrobe in turn.

After turning around, he stopped abruptly, but the phone went black. While pressing the button of the phone anxiously, he walked over to the table and reached out to touch it.

When my hand touched the small bottle, the phone lit up.

That ** Xiang Yanhang did not take away.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, when looked at this ** incense in hand, suddenly felt ecstatic.

He shook the bottle lightly, at least half of it was left!

He opened the lid and sprayed it. There was a faint aroma in the air, which reminded him immediately of the night when he lay beside Yan Hang.

He put the ** incense in his trouser pocket.

Although he didn't know why Yan Hang didn't tell him when he left, he didn't say goodbye to him, but he could forcefully acquiesce that Yan Hang specially left this fragrance to him.

On the day of the final exam, on the first day of the first year, went downstairs amid the sound of grandmother arguing with neighbors.

The road from home to school, he felt as if he hadn't walked for a long time, a little strange.

I met Li Zihao on the way.

Li Zihao is a bit abnormal. Usually, Li Zihao will come over and slap him twice, but today he just glanced at him.

When he first looked at him, his eyes were even a little dodgy.

It was almost until the first day of school that suddenly reacted.

Probably because he beat Liang Bing.

Good.

The first day of the new year felt a little pleasant, at least in the future, Li Zihao should not easily trouble him again.

However, this kind of happiness can't be maintained after entering the school.

On the first day of junior high, he didn't think how good his hearing was, but in the short distance from the school gate to the classroom, he heard his name being spoken in a tone of horror and disgust at least four times.

The son of a murderer who suddenly burst into violent nature.

It is probably the image of himself in the eyes of the public at this moment.

In this atmosphere, in the first year of junior high, almost couldn't hold on to the final exam for three days.

From childhood to adulthood, he tried his best to keep himself invisible, not to be seen, not to appear in the sight of everyone, and he was used to being alone in a corner quietly.

And now it's all broken, and wherever he goes, he can feel the gaze.

After the final exam, when he returned home, he was a little reluctant even when his grandmother asked him to buy cigarettes.

Whether it is the son of a murderer or an "honest person" who violently solves problems, it is difficult for him to adapt.

"What the hell!" Grandma glared at him with a cigarette in his mouth, "your dad made this house like this! You're still shaking with prestige, aren't you! Running errands can wear your eggs to pieces? !"

On the first day of the new year, he jumped up, grabbed the money that grandma threw on the table, and went out.

When he went downstairs, he grabbed the stair railing and swayed a few times, kicking again.

The irritability in his body made him only feel that his back was covered in sweat.

When they walked to the entrance of the grocery store, several people came out.

It was Liang Bing and his younger brother.

"Yo." Liang Bing looked up and saw him, his eyes suddenly changed.

The first day of the first year habitually stopped and took a step back.

Liang Bing picked up the mop from the canteen and rushed over.

When he turned around and wanted to run away on the first day of the new year, the mop was swung around his waist.

He was full of wounds that had not healed from the fight with Liang Bing that day, and he could see large bruises on his body when he took a shower.

The mop reached the largest bruise on his waist.

The pain that had been blurred suddenly woke up, and it was heartbreaking.

"There's no one to support you now!" Liang Bing followed him and kicked him on the back, "I think you're fucking crazy!"

On the first day of the first day of the new year, he was kicked so that his neck slammed back, knelt to the ground, and then rushed forward according to his inertia.

"Hey!" The owner of the canteen ran out, "What are you doing! You're going to be beaten here! Liang Bing, you are too stupid!"

"Shut up!" Liang Bing glared at the boss.

The commissary is next to several buildings, and many neighbors come and go, all of whom have been neighbors for more than ten years.

Liang Bing threw down the mop, glanced at Chu Yi, turned around and took his younger brother to the street.

On the first day of the first day, stood up slowly and picked up the mop on the ground.

support?

He never needed anyone to support him, and Yan Hang's help was not a support, it was a friend.

But now that this matter has already begun, stepped on the mop head with first foot, grabbed the pole with hand and slammed it, and the mop pole snapped off.

So be it.

He took a stick and walked behind Liang Bing: "Liang Bing."

Liang Bing turned around.

On the first day of the first day, he picked up a stick and smashed it in the face.

When the stick hit Liang Bing's head, it made his mouth go numb.

There was exclamation all around.

Liang Bing seemed to have been beaten and stood motionless. After a few seconds, blood flowed from his hairline.

"You...mom...force..." Liang Bing said in shock and confusion.

A younger brother came back to his senses and rushed over. On the first day of the first year, he swung his stick again and rushed to meet him, hitting him on the shoulder with a stick.

The stick snapped.

Half of the stick flew to the owner of the canteen, and he jumped up like he was being stabbed: "The first day of the first year!"

When he was about to hit the third stick on the first day of the first day, the boss stopped him: "The first day of the first year! What are you doing!"

"Oh my God!" an aunt screamed in horror.

"After you," the first day pointed to Liang Bing, "see me and walk around."

Liang Bing didn't seem to recover from the stick, staring at him for a long time without moving.

"Let's go," the boss turned around and shouted at Liang Bing, "I still want to fight!"

Only then did Liang Bing raise his hand and touch his face, staring at the blood on his hand for a while, before he said sleepwalkingly, "Let's go."

The boss took away the stick in Chuyi's hand and looked at him: "Are you crazy?"

"No." Chu Yi smiled.

"Then you hit someone?" The boss still glared at him.

"Ah," replied the first day, walked into the canteen, took out the money from his pocket and put it on the cashier, "Smoke."

The boss gave him a cigarette, always with a shocked expression on his face.

Chu Chu put a cigarette in his pocket, turned around and walked out, instead of going home, he walked into the small street.

After the two sticks were smashed, Liang Bing seemed to be blinded by him, but he suddenly seemed to drink a pot of cool oil, and he was so awake that he could feel his eyes glowing.

He has no way to do the previous first year, so if he doesn't do it, he can't do it.

Yan Hang left without telling him anything.

But Yan Hang is the most beautiful scenery in his life for so many years.

He envied Yan Hang's arrogance and free and easy, he was attracted by his gentleness, even if he knew that Yan Hang would be too fragile to fall into the darkness, he still wanted to be like Yan Hang.

Like Yan Hang.

On the first day of the first day, walked around the street aimlessly for a few laps, and finally entered a stationery store.

Bought a cheapest coil book and went home.

"It took more than an hour to buy a pack of cigarettes!" Grandma sat on the sofa, "You are growing tobacco leaves now!"

On the first day of the first day of the new year, put the cigarette by grandmother's hand and sat beside the small desk.

Opened the book.

He was going to write something, not a diary, he just wanted to write something down.

- Haircut tomorrow.

- Go punch.

- Yan Hang.

Yan Hang, Yan Hang, Yan Hang.