Early in the morning, when everyone in the family was still asleep, he got up and took his money bag and went out.

The purse is a bag with a little money he saved, but after the experience of the mother and the classmates and the normal expenses, the money saved here is really very small.

He took out all the money in the corridor and counted it. There was less than thirty yuan, which was enough for him who had never spent much.

But he didn't know if it was enough to get a haircut.

After all, he has never been to a barber shop when he is so old.

When was a child, father used a clipper to give him a bald head. After school, he stopped shaving his head, but he just took the scissors around his head and clicked around his head. After the third grade, father came to this company to drive him, and he was very busy. No one was there. Regardless of his hair, maybe both grandma and mother have long hair, and grandpa is bald, so don't know there is such a procedure as a haircut.

From that time to now, on the first day of junior high, I cut my hair in front of the mirror, and I didn't have any designs, so I didn't cover my eyes and don't tie my neck as the standard, anyway, no one usually looked at him.

I watch it every day. Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, he sighed and regretted not getting his haircut earlier. Yan Hang didn't even see what he looked like after his haircut.

But it doesn't matter, he plans to take a few selfies and keep them after finishing, and show them to Yan Hang later.

...is there any chance?

While walking down the street on the first day of the first year, he was thinking about what kind of hairstyle he should get.

Then make it a little longer.

In fact, he had no concept of hairstyle, no matter how long or short, in his mind.

However, after standing in front of the two barbershops for a while, he found that the price was the least important thing for him compared to the hairstyle.

Cut a head for 68 pieces!

The one at 48 has to be considered cheap!

Steal money!

Pure gold scissors!

Are you done with becoming a fairy?

Although he thought at first that the barber shop opened on the street and commercial plaza might be of a higher level, he finally found an ordinary barber shop on a remote side street.

At first glance, there are no hair stylists who have returned from Hong Kong, and the hair stylists are not called tony and kevin shops.

25 bucks.

Against the previous 48 and 68, this 25 looks very sweet.

OK, here it is.

"Shampooing or cutting?" a young lady asked him.

"...Cut." Chu Yi replied.

"Then wash it first," said the young lady.

I felt a little confused on the first day of the first year, what was the point of the previous question?

The young lady is very cool. She didn't say a word when she washed her hair, grabbed him back and forth on his head, and only asked three questions.

"Is the strength okay?"

I didn't hear it the first time. So no answer.

"Is the water hot?"

Still didn't hear it the first time.

"Are you still caught?"

On the first day of junior high, I felt that it was the first time in my life that I had entered a barber shop.

In the end, when the young lady handed him over to the hair stylist, he suddenly realized what she was asking, but unfortunately the question has already timed out.

The hair stylist is A Chao.

Ah Chao also said nothing, picked up the scissors, grabbed his hair and slashed.

On the first day of the first year, I felt that my eyes were scared out of my pupils, so I quickly said, "Don't, it's too short."

"Yeah." Chao took a look in the mirror, and continued to raise the knife very coldly.

I was too lazy to talk about it on the first day of the new year. I said it hard, no matter how ugly it is, it will never be uglier than my own cut.

...I wonder if Yan Hang would give him a haircut if he was here?

Yan Hang might help him design a nice hairstyle.

Yan Hang's own hairstyle is very good-looking, and Yan Hang's clothes are also very good-looking. Although they basically look super casual sports and leisure, but Yan Hang can dress well, Yan Hang also wears perfume, a very stinky person .

The first time think about it, want to laugh inexplicably, but after a while, feel that can't laugh anymore.

bored.

Yan Hang is gone.

All his imaginations about this summer vacation with Yan Hang have all come to nothing.

I thought that even if Yan Hang would leave, it would be after the summer vacation.

On the first day of the first year, stared at the scissors in the mirror.

"Okay." After A Chao cut and pushed and blew on his head, he took away the piece of cloth that had been strangling around his neck.

On the first day of the first day, I stood up quickly and looked at my head in the mirror.

Very... handsome.

It's not too short, and there are bangs on the forehead. It's much stronger than the dog bites he cut by himself. He looks very energetic, and it's not the mushroom head he can't stand the most. There are ten boys in the vocational school over there. Nine and a half are mushroom heads, and I feel sick every time I see them.

He wrote down Ah Chao's name and planned to find this person again next time.

When he walked out of the barber shop, the wind was blowing, and he felt that his whole body had become lighter. For so long, he was so heavy that he couldn't lift his head every day.

Although there were only three dollars left in his pocket, he was walking with jumps at the moment. Halfway through, he felt that someone was watching him, and he bowed his head a little embarrassedly.

There was no one by the river, but there was a boat in the river. Several workers were cleaning up the silt and rubbish along the river. The area where Yan Hang and him were looking for a pen had been cleaned up, and the river was glistening in the sun.

On the first day of the first day, stood there and watched for a while, then took out mobile phone.

After resting for a few days, the phone stopped jumping on its own, but he was so slow that he could barely communicate with his thoughts. He bared his teeth a few times and tried to take a selfie, but to no avail.

In the end, the phone went black, and he pressed the power button repeatedly, feeling like he was doing CPR on the phone.

But until he returned home, the phone did not wake up.

The atmosphere at home was still the same, it was quite depressing at first, and when my father disappeared, it was even more difficult.

In fact, grandma and grandpa are in good condition. Grandma smokes and watches TV. Grandpa goes out to play chess, and by the way, he talks to a bunch of old men about the murder of his son-in-law.

Mainly mom.

Before the accident, she had been looking for a job, but after the accident, there was nothing to do about her job search, and she sat at home every day in a daze.

When he entered the door on the first day of junior high, his mother glanced at him.

He was suddenly nervous.

He spent 25 bucks for a haircut at this point, which is a very irritating thing.

"Yo, I've got a haircut," Mom said with a sneer, "It's quite worth the money."

He didn't speak on the first day of the first day, and sat beside the small desk.

"It's a waste of money with his father," said grandma, "for you to eat, for you to drink, and for you to go to school. After such a big thing happened at home, it's pretty cool."

On the first day of the new year, I didn't listen to my grandmother and mother's words. I opened the small coil book and stared at the words I wrote yesterday.

After a while, he turned his head: "I don't, Shangpu, Pugao."

The mother was stunned, and the grandmother didn't seem to react at once, and stared at him with a melon seed in her hand.

"No, I didn't go to college, I learned." said the first day.

"It's a long story, can you pass the test?" Grandma regained her senses and continued to knock melon seeds.

Mom suddenly jumped up and rushed to the desk in two steps.

On the first day of the first day of the new year, he quickly fell on the table and hugged his head.

Mom's gossip serial palms fell on him at eight times the speed, and it was almost impossible to hear that it was a slap.

First time gritted his teeth.

Mom slapped him on his head, shoulders, back and arms, and when he finally stopped, she said, "What did you say?"

"I also took the test, but I didn't pass," said the first day of the first year, "I don't read it anymore."

Mom had probably run out of strength, she turned around and sat down on the sofa.

Chu has been getting up, leaning on the chair and continuing to stare at the book.

There is only the sound of the TV in the house.

I don't know how long it took, but on the first day of the first day, he opened the drawer, took out the mobile phone he had hidden in the drawer, and walked to his mother.

Mom's eyes widened when she saw the phone in his hand.

"Exchange with you," said the first day of the first year, "give what you have, give it to me, you can use this."

"Where did it come from?" Mom asked.

First time silent.

"Erping gave it to him!" Grandma threw the shell of the melon seeds, "otherwise, who else would be there!"

"Throw it to me!" Mom was about to come over to grab it.

On the first day of the first day, he quickly retracted his hand: "My phone is broken, it's broken."

Mom stared at him, her face so gloomy as if a red typhoon warning was floating.

"You don't need me, just use it." Chu Yi said.

Mom was still staring at him.

After waiting for a while on the first day of junior high, he turned back to the desk, took out his old mobile phone, pulled out the card, put it in the new mobile phone, and turned it on.

After seeing the desktop, he put the phone back in his pocket, the old one was stuffed into the drawer, after all, it was given to him by his father.

He was reluctant to throw it away.

The room was still silent, and on the first day of the first year, he did not continue to take out his mobile phone to find a place to take a selfie.

From saying that he didn't want to go to Pu Gao to taking out his mobile phone, he has basically used up all his courage, and now he has no other emotions except nervousness and anxiety.

The whole person seemed to collapse.

He leaned on the table and closed his eyes.

When the afternoon was about to eat, my grandfather came back from playing chess outside, and there was no sound at home.

"Have you cooked yet? Starved to death." Grandpa said.

"Then starve to death," Mom said.

"Did you take gun pills?" Grandpa said, "Is this the case? It's like dying. It's a big deal to remarry. Is there only one man in the world?"

"Why aren't you dead yet?" said the grandmother.

"It's early!" Grandpa said.

On the first day of the first day, stood up, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look. brought out some meat and vegetables, and a big bag of steamed buns.

He steamed the steamed buns, and when he cut the meat, he flashed Yan Hang's hand in front of him.

The fingers look slender and strong, and when handling the ingredients, it seems to be dancing, and every little movement can make people stare and want to play it repeatedly.

He sighed softly.

Suddenly miss Yan Hang very much, don't know why.

He didn't even think about his father too much, he was more angry and worried about him.

But he wanted Yan Hang.

Many times he would think of Yan Hang subconsciously, and wanted to stay by Yan Hang's side. Just a word from Yan Hang would make him relax.

Although he didn't have Yan Hang's days, he lived like this.

But when Yan Hang appeared and disappeared again, everything changed. What he could endure before, what he could carry, and what he could hold down and never thought about it became sharper.

To have and to lose is what he fears the most.

He didn't know if he was too selfish, he wanted to find Yan Hang more than to find his father.

Two dishes were casually fried for dinner. After the family ate in silence, they went out on the first day of the new year.

He knew his mother well, and after the mother beat him, she didn't care about him again, and this state might last for a long time, a few days, a few months, a year or two is not impossible.

He sighed softly.

I have experienced too few things, I don't know that once some changes occur, it will be a chain reaction, and the wave it will cause is far greater than I imagined, and a random wave can cover him only...

One meter five eight?

height.

On the first day of junior high school, stood on the measuring instrument in the boxing gym and looked at the numbers on it.

Sad, the first day!

Isn't it a bit too far to be two meters away?

"Come alone today?" Someone asked behind him, "Didn't your uncle come with you?"

On the first day of junior high, he quickly blocked the numbers with his hands, then turned around and saw that it was a coach from a boxing gym. He had a good chat with Uncle Yan before.

Uncle Yan is an amazing person, it seems that he can chat with anyone as long as he wants.

"Well," replied the first day of the first year, "in the future, it will be me, myself."

"I see," the coach smiled, "then you can..."

If you know what the coach means on the first day of the first year, the gym can ask the coach to guide you in class alone.

but.

"I don't have money," he answered truthfully.

"Hey," the coach laughed, "it's alright, then you can practice by yourself. If you don't understand anything, you can ask us."

"Thank you." He smiled.

Uncle Yan didn't teach him for a long time, but he taught him some basic things and told him the general direction of his practice. He only needed to practice according to these.

"You don't have to become a boxer," said Uncle Yan, "this thing takes a long time, the reaction speed and strength will improve, and it will definitely take advantage when fighting with others. You can see how fast Yan Hang's reaction is, and the grow taller."

On the first day of the first day, in front of the sandbag, recalled what Uncle Yan said very seriously, and followed every sentence.

When he punched the sandbag, he had a feeling of exhilaration he had never felt before.

Although there are still injuries on his body, he can no longer feel the pain caused by the muscle pulling, only the "bang" when the force erupted from sweat and breathing.

In the middle, the coach came over twice, probably because he smashed too much and strayed. The coach came to correct the angle of his punches.

An hour later, the first day stopped leaning against the sandbag.

Look at the two people who are practicing next to each other.

That's it, compared to Yan Hang, it's still a little bit worse.

"Just cleaning and tidying up at night, you can ask if you can do it, the original aunt said that she would bring cooking and grandchildren in the evening," a young lady in a boxing gym uniform passed by him on the phone, "It's all like this, at night. It's very hard to find..."

Turning his head on the first day, his heart moved.

Seeing that the young lady walked all the way to the front desk and finished talking on the phone, he went to wash his face, and then plucked up the courage and walked over.

"Hello," he whispered, "I want to ask, ask."

"What's the matter?" The young lady looked at him.

"You are, are you looking for someone to clean and clean at night?" asked the first day of the first year.

"Yeah," said the young lady, "from seven to ten thirty, mainly sweeping and mopping the floor, as well as the sanitation in the shower room in the locker room. Do you want to introduce someone?"

"I," the first day of the first year was a little unsure, and said softly, "Can I do it?"

"You?" Miss Sister was stunned, turned to look at an older girl next to her, and then turned to look at him, "Are you looking for a summer job?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

Miss Sister probably has never encountered such a situation, and is a little confused: "But we have never recruited summer jobs here, and we recruit all laid-off aunts..."

"What's wrong?" the coach came over and asked.

"Oh, aren't we going to hire an aunt who cleans at night," the little sister pointed to the first year of the first year, "this little boy wants to come."

The coach looked at the first day in surprise: "Aren't you here to fight?"

"No, delay." The first day of the first year was a little nervous.

He is not as confident as Yan Hang. Yan Hang has seen everything in his travels, and he is also fluent in English. He can easily find a job with Yan Jidao's ID card when he goes out. He does not have that ability.

"Hey, are you..." The older girl suddenly looked at him, "Is your father... I was there before..."

On the first day of the first day, the whole person sank suddenly. This boxing gym was four stops away from home. He didn't expect to meet the people who lived there.

"What?" The coach looked at her.

"Just a while ago, didn't our family... kill people..." The girl said hesitantly.

"I..." The first day turned around and walked towards the door, "Forget it."

"It's very tiring at night. The shower room has to wait for everyone to finish washing before entering and cleaning. It may be too late," the coach said behind him, "Can you do it?"

On the first day of the first day, he turned his head sharply: "Okay."

"Register him," the coach said to the young lady. "No one was recruited anyway."

"Okay." The lady nodded.

Looking at the coach on the first day of the first year: "Really?"

"This is our boss," the young lady said. "If he says yes, it will be fine."

After Yan Hang finished pushing the last set of barbells, he sat up and watched Cui Yi play parallel bars on the equipment next to him.

"That doctor," Cui Yi said while propping up, "I've been chatting for almost two months now? How do you feel?"

"Are you showing off that you can still speak without panting now?" Yan Hang said.

"Answer the question." Cui Yi jumped down and sat next to him.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I've been making adjustments as the doctor said, and I'm taking all the medicine."

"Well, you can only go to work if she says you can go to work," Cui Yi said. "I have already agreed on the hotel, you can go whenever you want."

"Isn't it inappropriate to be so pretentious?" Yan Hang asked.

"How much can a waiter show," Cui Yi smiled, "one more than you is not much, less than one of you is not enough, just listen to me."

"Well." Yan Hang lay down on the supine board, ready to practice for a while.

In fact, most of him used to run. He only went to play when his father took him to the gym. Now he comes with Cui Yi three times a week. don't know if it's because of boredom or because he misses his father.

"I've got the library card for you," Cui Yi said. "Go when you want to read."

"Thank you," Yan Hang said, "really."

"I don't even know what to say for being so polite." Cui Yi laughed.

Yan Hang smiled and said nothing.

After coming out of the gym, Cui Yi couldn't hold back and took him to eat skewers.

"Have a meal after practicing like this," Yan Hang said while eating, "What's the point of those two hours before?"

"It's mainly psychological satisfaction," Cui Yi said.

When he came out of the store after eating and waited for Cui Yi to drive, Yan Hang stretched his waist.

A little tired, but in a good mood.

Coming out of the darkness again, he felt a little emotional.

When looked back at the sign of the skewer shop, suddenly thought of the first day of the first year.

Thinking that after the run, they came home with a big bag of barbecue for supper...the first day of the new year was quite edible.

He smiled, took out his mobile phone, and took a picture of the sign of the barbecue restaurant.

After thinking about it for a long time, finally only posted it on Weibo, and didn’t read the comments again.

In fact, he was a little afraid to see the content that he felt because of the "return of missing persons", even if it was a joke, it would make him feel disappointed.

It will make him think of the first day of the first year.

The summer vacation is almost over, what are you doing in the first year of junior high school?

Did Liang Bing still trouble him?

Classmates meeting?

How is the situation at home?

When came home on the first day of the new year, it was quiet as usual, but now come back late every day, and family is asleep, which is fine.

He took a shower, sat down at the desk, and opened the small coil book.

Several pages had been written in a mess on it, and he slowly turned it over. Some of them no longer knew what they wanted to express, but some still remembered the mood at that time.

- A freshman with a job

- The women's shower is much cleaner than the men's

-The shoulders are sore

- Leg pain, lack of side kick strength

- Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Hang

- about to be rich

-166.5? ? ? ? ? First sprouted? ? ? ?

-School is about to start, haven't written homework and haven't written it yet

- Yan Hang Yan Hang Yan Yan Yan Ji Dao

- Picked up a piebald stone today

-There is a hornet's nest on the tree hole! ! !

I don't know when this hornet's nest grew. He didn't see it when he went last week. When he went there yesterday, he was overheard by the hornet's nest.

He sighed and took out the pen.

-Yesterday dreamed of Yan Hang

After writing this sentence, he put down the pen a little embarrassedly, leaned on the table and took out his mobile phone.

I clicked it twice, I wanted to click on a game to play, but when I saw it clearly, I found that I clicked on the circle of friends.

Yan Hang remained silent and disappeared.

In the dialog box, there are still pictures of the new hairstyle that he posted last month.

He took a selfie for two hours, and his phone ran out of battery before finally picking out one.

After sending it to Yan Hang, he waited for a long time and kept opening WeChat, for fear that he hadn't heard the prompt tone, but Yan Hang never responded.

The only thing that could let him breathe a sigh of relief was that Yan Hang didn't block him or delete him.

After staring at Yan Hang's name for a while, he opened Weibo again.

The system forcibly added a few more attentions to the first day of the new year, and he obsessively deleted them one by one, leaving only brother Xingtian.

Just as he was about to leave, he glanced at Xing Tian's name again.

Then he grabbed the phone and stood up abruptly.

The heartbeat is very violent, if the throat is not enough, the heart can jump up to the sky, and the anger is a little bit hard.

The latest content under Xingtian's name has changed!

Xingtian updated Weibo!

When he called Xingtian's name, his hand trembled as if he had touched the switch.

There is no WIFI at home, and the traffic signal is not very good. After entering Xingtian's Weibo, it is blank, and the content has never been transferred.

He ran to the kitchen with his phone in hand, climbed onto the desk and leaned half of his body out of the window before the content was finally loaded.

Not a word.

But just one photo made him almost want to roar.

The photo is the sign of a barbecue restaurant with four words on it, Xiao Li BBQ.

Xiao Li! barbecue!

He shivered and zoomed in on the photo, looking at it centimeter by centimeter, trying to find something related to Yan Hang.

But no gain.

The photo is very clear, but it is just a sign. If he wants to take a window, it is estimated that he may find Yan Hang's shadow on the glass, which is just a sign.

He squatted on the desk and looked at the photo several times.

The photo was posted last week, and he was a little depressed on the first day of the new year, but he didn't see it until several days later!

There are hundreds of comments below!

Ladies and sisters are all so idle!

At the beginning, opened the comments and looked at each one carefully.

From the first to the last, he didn't find anyone who knew where it was.

Xiao Li's BBQ.

This extremely suitable store name, I am afraid that every city has more than one, even if it is called Xiaochu BBQ...