Today, the guests of the boxing gym left early. After cleaning the first day of the new year, they went home half an hour earlier than usual.

There was no one in the lobby outside, except for the lady at the front desk who was waiting to lock the door when she was still sitting at the door, talking on the phone with a smile on her face.

It is estimated that he was playing with his boyfriend, and he laughed shyly.

The little girl was particularly shy when she fell in love. Not long after the semester started, she discovered it in the first year of junior high.

The female classmate at the front table just laughed at Li Zihao.

In the first year of junior high, thought it was amazing. Last semester, the two of them quarreled. After the summer vacation, it was good to have sex, and after the good school, they also flirted with each other for half a month, and now they left hand in hand after leaving the school gate.

Li Zihao doesn't even bother to study the history of the development of pseudo-gangsters.

On the first day of the first year, sighed, future was ruined.

However, even if Li Zihao's gang wanted to study, they wouldn't look for him again. The incident of beating Liang Bing with blood on the first or twice of the first day of the school is now all known to the whole school, and there are even some divergences.

His life is much better now than before, and everyone is far away from him.

The loneliness in the past was that he was hiding, and the loneliness now is that others are hiding. There is still a big difference between the two tastes.

Dad is a fugitive murderer's hat on his head. Even if the case is solved one day, even if Dad is innocent, it will be difficult to take it off. After all, the police will not beat gongs and drums to them to announce the result. At most, a few words are mentioned on the newspaper and TV. If you see it, you will hear it, and if you haven't seen it, it will be the same.

Under the "halo" of my father, the incident of beating Liang Bing on the first day of the first year was infinitely magnified. If Liang Bing was still hanging around here all day, everyone would definitely believe that Liang Bing had been killed by him.

Sitting on the edge of the boxing ring on the first day of the first year, after a while of silence, I realized that I strayed from the topic.

In love.

After the third year of junior high school, there are many people who fall in love. don't know what it feels like to be in love. They all look like they can't stop. They have been invited by the teacher to three couples, and they are still eager to try.

He hadn't thought about these things before, and it didn't make sense to think about them. He was no taller than a girl before, and he was still a stammer... So now he can only rely on guesswork, probably everyone will be lonely, to a certain extent. , will want to find someone to stay with.

For example, he just wanted to stay with Yan Hang, even if he didn't speak... Oh, now he's thinking about falling in love, and it has nothing to do with Yan Hang...

But if Yan Hang has been there, he doesn't need to think about falling in love.

But Yan Hang stood up on the first day of the first year, straightened the crooked cushion on the ground, and started punching at the sandbag. Yan Hang is so handsome and unrestrained. You can tell from his fans and sisters, Yan Hang talks about it. Falling in love is too easy, maybe it's been talked about before.

No, no, no, Yan Hang said that he never received a gift. If this handsome guy really had a girlfriend, how could he never have received a gift.

On the first day of the first day, he smiled and punched the sandbag continuously.

Uncle Yan is right, these exercises look boring, but they do work. Now he can feel the speed increase when he punches, and when he kicks the sandbag, he can already feel the strength.

As for getting taller, he doesn't know if it's useful, whether it's time for him to get taller or practice... I'm really not sure, anyway, the boys in the class all look like they've been smashed when they go back to school after a summer vacation. As he stretched, Li Zihao was like a sea pole, going straight to 1.9 meters, becoming the tallest one in the class.

Although he has also stretched a lot, he is still in the short group.

But for an aunt who hasn't seen him for three or four months, it's amazing that he's a little taller than the summer vacation.

When school was over at noon, my aunt passed by and said she wanted to take him to dinner. The car was parked across the road from the school. When he walked to the side of the car, my aunt didn't see him. She opened the car door, and she was startled: "Ouch. ! Whose eldest is this!"

"Robbery." Chu Yi poked her arm with his fingers.

"My God," my aunt laughed and patted him on the face, "I haven't seen each other for a few months, I can't even recognize him at a glance! This big guy is taller than me."

"That's because you are too, too short." On the first day of the first day, he got into the car and said with a smile.

"Okay, it's awesome," the aunt drove. "Puppy can laugh at others being short... 1.7 meters, right?"

"No amount," said the first day of the first year, "maybe, I'm going to sleep at night and my legs hurt. My mother said that it's too long."

"Yes, your uncle is also the one who made the call at this time. The bone pain is so painful that he can't sleep," the aunt looked at him, "Is the clothes too small? Can't you wear school uniforms?"

"Yeah." He looked down on the first day of the first year, and now he was wearing old clothes from his father, who didn't buy much clothes. He didn't know where he got the coat, and it had the words XX air conditioner printed on it.

The trousers are very handsome. The trousers are the sweatpants that Yan Hang gave him before. Now it's getting colder and he can wear them again. In fact, he's not willing to wear them. He's always afraid of wearing them.

"After dinner, my aunt will take you to buy a few sets of clothes," said the aunt. "Young man, if you want to look good, and you need a figure, you will soon have a figure. Wearing work clothes is too outrageous."

"I have, I have money," said the first day, thinking a little proudly, "I work and work."

"Really?" Auntie was a little surprised, "Where?"

"One punch, gym," Chu Yi squeezed his trouser legs and rubbed gently, "cleaning, there are more than a thousand."

After a long time, the aunt said: "The puppy has grown up, really..."

"I invite, invite you to dinner." Chu Yi patted his pocket.

He has been saving money for the past few months. The boxing gym pays wages every month. He gives 800 to his mother and keeps 500 for himself, all of which are stored in the card.

Saving money is not for anything else. If he just wants to go to a vocational high school, his mother may stop paying him tuition fees in a fit of anger, and he has to find a way to prepare it first.

If he doesn't follow his mother's request, he may have to rely on himself in the future.

Moreover, the mother's character, even if she follows her request, she doesn't know when and what will anger her.

Like Yan Hang, it is much safer to earn and spend by himself.

The aunt did not reject his request for a treat, and the two of them went to have a small hot pot.

"Is there any news recently?" Auntie asked, "Has the police ever been looking for you again?"

"No." Chu Yi sighed softly.

"Oh," Auntie frowned, "your dad is really...but don't have any burdens. Whether he does or not, no matter what he does, it's none of your business."

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

You are yourself first.

For some reason, he remembered what Uncle Yan said.

Now he clearly understands the meaning of this sentence, but it is not easy to do.

"Let's go," Auntie took a sip of tea, "go to the mall and buy you clothes."

"Don't go to the business, let's go to the market." The first day of the first year thought about it, "Go to the step, the pedestrian street."

"What?" Auntie laughed. "Do you want to save me money? Let's go, there are discounts in the mall. Anyway, I'll buy you sportswear. Those are the ones you go to wherever you go."

It was a rare day off. Yan Hang originally wanted to go back to sleep, but several colleagues pulled him out to play. He had already refused twice, and he could no longer find any reason.

If it was before, he wouldn't even find a reason, maybe it was a friendship for ten days and a half months, it was unnecessary.

But it's different now, no one is taking him around anymore, he will no longer live here as long as he wants, and he has to learn to adapt to this kind of life.

Learn to know many colleagues, neighbors, learn to see familiar people every day, learn to walk in the crowd on the street like an ordinary person.

This was the life he had expected.

But don't know if it was because he was always on the road in those years when he was most likely to have deep memories, or because he lacked his father. When such a life really came, he was always unable to devote himself fully.

After dinner, my colleague said to find a place to play cards. When passing by the clothing store, the two girls couldn't help but enter the store again.

He sat there with another male colleague and watched them try on clothes.

"Does it look good?" A girl changed her clothes and walked up to them.

"Good-looking," the male colleague nodded. "It's very white, and you are very white."

The girl smiled and looked at Yan Hang again.

"Bai." Yan Hang nodded.

These two are in the stage of secretly making good news, and he doesn't plan to talk more and steal the show.

However, when another girl named Zhang Chen came over, Yan Hang felt embarrassed. Although he had never been in a relationship and had no chance to feel the so-called "good feelings", he could still sense something.

"How is it!" Zhang Chen akimbo.

"You step on it again," Yan Hang stretched out his foot and hooked a small stool next to her, "you can speak your lines with a knife."

"I drive this mountain," Zhang Chen stepped on the stool, "I occupy this stool. If you want to cross this road, you must praise me for my beauty."

Yan Hang gave her a thumbs up: "Beauty."

"Thank you." Zhang Chen said.

"It doesn't rhyme at all," said the male colleague next to him.

"Let me tell you, it's just your emotional intelligence," Zhang Chen sighed and said as he walked towards the mirror, "You don't need a palace fight drama, and you don't need two episodes for a brain-dead idol drama to die."

"This mouth is damaged." The male colleague sighed.

Yan Hang laughed.

The two girls tried on clothes for half an hour, but none of them were bought.

Yan Hang sighed as he walked out of the store with the complicated eyes of the shopping guide: "Is this a digestion exercise?"

"Clever," Zhang Chen snapped his fingers, "It's still mentally soothing. We just finished taking selfies in the fitting room. Some clothes don't need to be bought, just take a picture."

"...Oh." Yan Hang smiled.

The next activity is playing cards.

They found a tea room and started playing mahjong.

Yan Hang thought it was quite boring. He would rather go for a run or turn a few pages of a book when he had time, even if he was stunned.

But the interest of several people was still quite high, so he could only grit his teeth and not disappoint, and listened to them chatting about the restaurant while playing cards.

The restaurant that Cui Yi introduced to him is a western restaurant in a five-star hotel.

Perhaps it was Cui Yi who bragged for him. During the interview, the foreman used English with him from the time of the phone call to make an appointment. During the interview process, he kept speaking English in various ways like a fight. For the first time, he felt that the interview was really him. Mom is in pain.

Fortunately, he passed carefully and safely, without embarrassing Cui Yi.

But after the official work, found that the English of other waiters may be enough to order a dish.

Immediately I felt very at a loss.

"Is Sister Chen pregnant?" Zhang Chen said.

Sister Chen is their foreman, a very strict elder sister, but she is very beautiful, and Yan Hang likes to listen to her lectures.

"Looks like," the other girl said, "is it almost time to resign? Her previous foreman resigned because she was pregnant."

"Probably not, she's a workaholic," Zhang Chen said. "I really think she can work until the moment before entering the delivery room, and she's never seen such a hard worker."

"Then someone has to take her place," said a low-EQ male colleague who couldn't survive three episodes in a brain-dead idol drama. "I don't know who it will be, and I hope it's not as fierce as her."

"He." Zhang Chen pointed at Yan Hang.

Several people looked over together, but Yan Hang didn't raise his eyes and looked at the card in his hand: "You can't just point at me for everything just because I'm handsome."

Several people laughed and said with low emotional intelligence, "That's right, why is he?"

"Last week, when the new boss made a private visit," Zhang Chen said, "if it wasn't for Yan Hang, we would have to be criticized."

"It's not that exaggerated," said Low Emotional Intelligence. "Isn't it just picking faults and asking about side dishes..."

"Then you didn't answer, you didn't understand what they said," Zhang Chen held his chin, "I thought at the time, ah, this little brother Yan is so handsome."

"You..." Yan Hang showed his card, and just as he was about to speak, the phone rang.

He took out his phone and looked at it. It was Cui Yi, and he picked up the phone.

"Are you playing outside?" Cui Yi asked.

"Well, with a few colleagues," Yan Hang said, "what?"

When he asked the word "how", he was a little nervous. Cui Yi usually wouldn't call him except to ask him to go to the gym.

The call came at the time when he was busy in the office, and Yan Hang suddenly had a suffocating guess in his mind.

"Then give me a call when you want to come back," Cui Yi said, "I..."

"I'll be back now." Yan Hang put down his card and stood up.

"Urgent?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.

He nodded.

"Then hurry up," Zhang Chen said, "I'll settle the account in a while and I'll bring the money to you when I go to work tomorrow."

"You take it," Yan Hang took his coat and smiled at a few people, then walked out quickly and lowered his voice, "Is there any news from my dad?"

"No," Cui Yi said, "don't be nervous."

"Oh." Yan Hang responded and stood on the side of the road, unable to tell whether he was relieved or a little disappointed when he heard this sentence.

He wanted to have news from his father, but he was afraid that it would be bad news.

During this period of time, his state was basically normal, but he would still dream of his father and blood in the night when he could not sleep well, and then wake up in a cold sweat.

"Why don't I go look for you," Cui Yi said, "where are you?"

"The intersection opposite Wanda behind our hotel." Yan Hang said.

"It's very close, I'll go right there." Cui Yi hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Yan Hang was a little unsettled. In order to appease himself, he bought a box of marshmallows from the snack shop behind him and squatted on the steps by the roadside to eat slowly.

After two bites, he felt someone watching him.

When he turned his head, he saw a little boy in a school uniform, probably in the second or third grade of elementary school.

The clothes are a little dirty, and the face is also a little dirty.

When he saw him turn his head, the little boy bowed his head a little embarrassedly.

He turned his head, and the little boy looked up at him again.

He didn't know why he saw the shadow of the first year of the first year in such a child, he handed the cotton candy in his hand: "I'll treat you."

The little boy looked at him without moving.

"I don't like to eat blue food," Yan Hang said, "please help me eat it."

The little boy hesitated for a while, then came over to look in the box, took a blue one and put it in his mouth.

"Come here, squat for a while." Yan Hang beckoned.

The little boy came over and squatted beside him.

"Eat the powdered ones for me too," Yan Hang said, "I only eat white ones."

"Okay." The little boy nodded.

The two of them squatted on the steps and ate cotton candy slowly.

After a while, Cui Yi's car drove over, and Yan Hang put the box in the boy's hand: "Thank you for being with me."

The little boy probably didn't understand and looked at him while holding the box.

"I have to go," Yan Hang got up and scratched his head, "It's all yours."

"Thank you brother." The little boy said.

Yan Hang smiled and ran over to Cui Yi's car.

"The police contacted me." Cui Yi said as he drove forward.

"Contact you?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"It's not this case," Cui Yi said, "it's... the past."

Yan Hang looked at him.

"Did your dad tell you," Cui Yi glanced at him, "it's just your mother..."

"I said a little bit," Yan Hang said, "Isn't he just...for this reason, that old man found him? Is he the old man?"

"Well," Cui Yi pressed the cigarette lighter, "but he's not the only one."

Yan Hang stared at the cigarette lighter and shook his hand slightly.

"The other one may have some clues," Cui Yi took out the cigarette and threw it on his lap. "I don't know the specific situation, although it should be fine... But you still pay attention to safety."

"What do you mean?" Yan Hang lit a cigarette.

"If your dad is still alive," Cui Yi frowned, "you must keep chasing him, who knows if you are in a hurry, or your dad won't let me pick you up."

Xiao Li's BBQ.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, lowered head and held mobile phone, and wrote these four words in the search bar.

He didn't know how many times he had searched, but he still didn't give up. The boxing gym has WIFI, and the internet speed is much faster than the traffic he uses. He usually searches when he is tired from practice and rests.

Yan Hang's cooking is delicious, and his mouth is more picky than the average person. The barbecue he is willing to eat should taste good. Such a restaurant may be mentioned in places like local forums.

Although looking for a needle in a haystack, still want to try it on the first day of the new year.

Anyway, there is no other way now.

In addition to searching like this, he also went to various food review software to find it, and he didn't know why he had to find Yan Hang.

Yan Hang still has his WeChat, but he has never been contacted. It is very likely that Yan Hang does not want to contact him anymore. Even if he finds out which city Yan Hang is in, he will not be able to do anything.

But still want to find it, even if can't do anything, still want to find it.

At least look at the weather forecast.

As for why Yan Hang left without saying goodbye, why did he refuse to contact him again.

He didn't even think about it.

dare not.

"The first day of junior high." Coach He called him from the ring.

"Huh?" On the first day of the first day, he walked over, "Want to pack up, pack up?"

"What are you packing now?" Coach He smiled. "It's not you who wants to pack up at this time. Come on up."

"Why?" The first day of the first year was stunned and looked at the boxing ring.

There were still two people in the ring, but they were not the ones he knew. He knew all the trainees that Coach He usually brought.

"Practice a few hands with that person." Coach He pointed to a person over there.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, I saw a boy about the same age as me.

"Who?" Chu Yi asked in a low voice.

"My nemesis's new apprentice," Coach He also lowered his voice, "I just practiced for a few months, and I feel like I can fly around the moon, so go fuck him."

This is here to play the gym. have seen it a few times in the first day of the new year, and once a month or two.

The so-called mortal enemies are not real enemies, but a few coaches know who love to learn from each other. Of course, playing in the gym is not really kicking, but winning or losing will still affect the coach's face, and if you lose, you will definitely be laughed at.

"You are, you are not," Chu Yi looked at him, "drinking, now."

"Huh?" Coach He looked at him.

"Also, still no, I want to accept it again, have you accepted it?" Chu Yi said.

He didn't have systematic training, he just kept practicing by himself. Coach He would come over to give him some pointers when he was idle, and sometimes other students would teach him.

But that's all, now let yourself go to fight with people who have been practicing seriously and are going to go around the moon?

Still doing him?

How to do this, he doesn't want to do this person, okay? He doesn't look good.

"Xiao Lin," Coach He didn't tell him any more, and waved at one of his old students, "Get a glove for the first year of junior high school."

"Come on," Xiaolin immediately walked over with his gloves, "I'll help you."

"No," looked at him on the first day of the first year, "I am going to be beaten, reimbursed, reimbursed for medical expenses, medical expenses?"

"If you don't get reimbursed, I will treat you with internal strength," Coach He said. "If you win, I will give you a raise."

"How much?" asked immediately on the first day of the first year.

"Wealth fans." Xiaolin laughed.

"Five hundred." Coach He said.

"I'll do it, he." On the first day of the first year, he put on his gloves, bumped his hands, and jumped onto the ring.

Flying around the moon is not very pleasant, and the expression on his face is very arrogant.

Yan Hang is also arrogant, but arrogant and handsome.

Probably handsome.

Flying Around the Moon had already come over, stood in the middle and bounced a few times, looking at him with his chin raised.

He walked over and touched Yueyue's gloves.

"They're all newbies," said the nemesis. "Let go and fight. Don't be nervous."

"Show them what a sweeper is on the first day of the new year," Coach He said.

"You'll blow," said the nemesis.

"Dang!" Coach He shouted.

What the hell?

On the first day of the new year, Yueyue had already jumped over lightly, and just as he was about to defend himself, a straight punch hit him in the face.

This punch was very beautiful. After the sweeper came on the field, he was knocked down without even jumping.

This gym is going to close.