As expected of a local dog, the auto repair boss is a local dog in the first year of the first year. He can do 70 push-ups without getting down on the spot. VS six.

Yan Hang looked at his hand and felt that in another minute, his hand would be crushed by the first day of the new year.

He had never noticed that he was so aggressive on the first day of the new year.

"Brother Gou," Yan Hang looked at him, "Let's discuss something."

"Play it." On the first day of the first year, he squeezed his hand tightly.

Yan Hang felt that there was something particularly likable about the first day of the new year, that is, the words of his conditioned reflex, no matter when he was nervous or uncomfortable, he would always appear at the first time with a god-like reaction speed.

"Can we pinch it a little bit?" Yan Hang said, "The bones of the hand are quite thin, and if you exert a little more force, it will definitely break, really."

"...Ah!" Chu Yi let go of his hand as if he had woken up suddenly.

"It will definitely be purple tomorrow." Yan Hang shook his hand.

"Jiao, flowers." Chu Yi said.

"How about I try to squeeze you twice?" Yan Hang clicked his tongue, "Let's see if you are strong."

On the first day of the first day of the new year, Yan Hang felt very uncomfortable. Yan Hang thought he was dreaming about what happened a year ago, so he comforted him immediately, and changed the subject carefully and quickly.

It was clear that Yan Hang was much more uncomfortable than him. After all, he was sure that Uncle Yan was seriously injured, and their father and son had a very deep relationship.

Yan Hang, who couldn't recover for so long after the accident, was comforting him now.

He was very distressed and very distressed.

He still clearly remembers Yan Hang's hoarse voice and the state of exhaustion and sinking.

"That..." He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it for a while. He just wanted to give Yan Hang a quick response to let Yan Hang know that he was fine. He was on Yan Hang's wrist. After pinching it, "I pinched it the other day, but I didn't pinch it."

"Failed to be handsome?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"Well," Chu nodded slightly, "you didn't, didn't you succeed, did you succeed or fail?"

"Who said that?" Yan Hang took a steel rod and put it in his hand, "Hurry up."

On the first day of the first day, he clenched the steel shovel in his hand.

Yan Hang stretched out his hand, first pinched his forearm, and then slid his fingers all the way down to his wrist. Before he could recover from the comfortable feeling as if he was massaging, Yan Hang's fingers suddenly came back to his senses. A wrong squeeze on his wrist.

He suddenly felt a numbness in his wrist, and although he still wanted to fight hard, his fingers were starting to soften, and he rebelled shortly after.

He watched helplessly as Yan Hang easily pushed his fingers away one by one, then squeezed his wrist and turned it down, the steel jumper in his hand fell to the ground.

"How about Brother Gou?" Yan Hang let go of his hand, picked up the steel rod and put it back in his hand, "Are you convinced?"

"You practiced, have you practiced?" He was a little surprised on the first day of the first year. He clearly remembered that Uncle Yan had said that Yan Hang had never mastered this trick well, and he failed every time.

"I've been living in seclusion here for nearly a year," Yan Hang said. "Internal strength has greatly increased, and now I have practiced 100% of this trick..."

I couldn't help laughing on the first day of junior high: "Such a cute, cute move, teach me the move quickly, teach me."

"Go and realize it yourself," Yan Hang said, "the disciple of the church starved the master to death."

The two stared at the sea in silence for a while, Yan Hang stood up and stretched: "Have you seen enough, do you want to go over and lick it?"

"No, no need," Chu Yi smiled, "If you want, I will accompany you if you want to lick it."

"Send you back?" Yan Hang tugged at his hair, "Will you get up early tomorrow? Is it time for class?"

"The day after tomorrow." Chu Yi said.

"You..." Yan Hang looked at him, "Do you want to go back to the dormitory?"

Although there was a moment of hesitation, but after a second at most, the first day of the first day replied quickly: "No."

"I need to ask you more." Yan Hang smiled.

"In the dormitory night, I will play games and games in the first place." The first day of the school sighed. "I can't play. I understand.

"Poor little boy," Yan Hang looked at him, "don't even know any games?"

"Well," said the first day of the first year, "it's just about anything, it's dark, I don't understand."

"Do you want me to teach you?" Yan Hang asked.

"I know you, I definitely will," Chu Yi laughed, and after thinking about it, he looked up at him again, a little worried, "Will it cost, money?"

"It's fine without flowers..." Yan Hang was interrupted by the first day of the first year before he could finish speaking.

"Forget it, forget it," said a little depressed on the first day of the first year, "Broken games, the game still spends money, spends money."

"I mean it's okay not to spend it," Yan Hang said, "Chu Grandet One."

"A game that can cost money, if you don't spend money, you will definitely not be able to play it." Although I only played Snake in the first year of the first year, these concepts still exist.

"Then do you still want me to teach you?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yes." Chu Yi replied.

"Then you said such a nonsense," Yan Hang looked at his phone, "Let's go, go back and help you install the game first."

The feeling of going home with Yan Hang made the first day of the first year feel very comfortable every time, and it was hard to say whether it was solid or happy.

In a strange city, there is a place to go.

An important person, a destination.

No matter how embarrassing he had been before the first day of the new year, he still enjoyed the journey.

The security guard has a good memory. This is the second time he has come here in the first year of the new year, but he can already recognize it.

"Brother here?" The security guard greeted Yan Hang with a smile.

"Well, let's play." Yan Hang smiled.

When he was about to go downstairs, he only reacted on the first day of the first year: "Brother?"

"Well, brother," Yan Hang nodded, "I told him."

"Why a brother? Not a friend, a friend?" The first day asked, for some unknown reason, he seemed to want to hear the word "friend", as if he was obsessed.

"My brother sounds closer," Yan Hang said. "If you don't know him well, you will introduce me as my friend. If you say this is my brother, it will be different."

The first time he smiled, Yan Hang's answer suddenly made him feel warm.

When went downstairs, saw a little hedgehog at first glance, lying in the grass by the roadside, with a few pieces of broken apples in front of it as usual.

"The food is really good." On the first day of the first day, he squatted next to the little hedgehog. "I'm all right. I haven't eaten water for a long time, and it's fruity."

"I have grapes and oranges," Yan Hang said, "a big basket is yours."

"Okay." Chu Yi said.

After went upstairs and entered the house, saw a big basket on the coffee table at first glance. It was really a whole basket of grapes and oranges.

"I bought this, so much, can I eat it, can I finish it?" The first day of the first day was stunned.

"Uncle Cui brought it," Yan Hang said. "I don't know who gave it to him. He almost drinks diabetes every day. He forced me a lot of it."

"I'm going to wash," he entered the kitchen and took out a small fruit basket on the first day of the first year, and put a few bunches of grapes in it, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Eat" Yan Hang fell on the sofa, "Bring your phone, I'll help you install the game first."

Chu Yi unlocked his cell phone and handed it to him, holding a small fruit basket into the kitchen.

Halfway through the wash, he heard a sound from his mobile phone, which was a WeChat alert.

He was a little surprised. Although he didn't have only one friend on WeChat like Yan Hang, even if he filled up his friends, under normal circumstances, no one would send him messages except Yan Hang.

Maybe a classmate in the dorm.

"Yo!" Yan Hang shouted in the living room, "Yoyo."

"Checker," he responded, "grapes and oranges, a set."

"Who is this girl?" Yan Hang took his mobile phone to the door of the kitchen and shook it at him, "I can see the content."

"What girl, mother?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Bei Ke'er," Yan Hang read while looking at the phone, "handsome guy, is your military training over?"

"Shell?" The first day of the first year still didn't respond.

"The acting is good." Yan Hang smiled.

"Ah!" When he was about to take a look at his mobile phone on the first day of the new year, he remembered who the shell was, "I got it at the train and station, and I knew it when I got the ticket. She helped me get the ticket."

"Dog," Yan Hang said with some emotion, "I really admire you when it comes to flirting with girls."

"I didn't! Flirt!" Chu Yi sighed, "I don't, it won't change, magic."

"I'll change and I won't hold back." Yan Hang laughed.

"Then you should reflect and reflect." Chu Yi said.

"People are looking for you, hurry up and give them a reply," Yan Hang took the mobile phone, "I'll help you back, tell me."

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang didn't speak, and after a while he spoke again: "Speak!"

"Say, it's over." Chu Yi glanced back at him.

Yan Hang was stunned for a while, then gave him a thumbs up: "Cow."

-Ok.

Yan Hang sent a message back to Bei Keer for the first day of the first year of the first year. Because the reply of the first day of the first year was too simple, he was afraid that the little girl would be embarrassed, so he made the decision without authorization, and added a full stop.

- Do you have time this weekend?

Shelley immediately sent another one.

"People ask you if you are free this weekend," Yan Hang shouted to the kitchen, "Are you free, brother dog."

"No." Chu Yi replied.

- Something happened this weekend.

- Ah so disappointed. . .

"I don't care," Yan Hang put the phone on the coffee table, "I have to help you translate from Chinese to Chinese, it's too laborious, you can go back by yourself later."

On the first day of the first day of junior high school, he came out with the washed fruit, squeezed a grape, and looked at his phone while eating: "No, don't you mean, it's over?"

"...Do you think this is over?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ah." Chu Yi also looked at him.

"As expected of Brother Gou," Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa, "Three words will kill God."

"Then what should I do, how should I respond?" On the first day of the first day, he sat next to him, took the phone and looked down, "I didn't either, I talked to others, I talked."

"I don't know either," Yan Hang sighed, "I've never talked to anyone like this before."

"One piece of reflection, let's reflect," Chu Yi put the mobile phone back on the coffee table, "Is the game ready?"

"It's ready, you can go online first, little brother Xingtian is me," Yan Hang took a grape, "you first get familiar with the novice tutorial and so on."

"Oh," staring at the screen on the first day of the first day, for a person who has only played Snake, the interface of this game is so complicated that his eyes don't know where to look, "I have to think first, think of a name, Character."

Yan Hang smiled: "Well, what's the name?"

"Tugou," said the first day, the system reminded him that his name was repeated, "this name is still there, someone robbed it?"

"Just add an underscore." Yan Hang said.

"No." On the first day of the first year, he felt that the underline was too sloppy. In case he became a genius in the future, when people called him, he was underlined by a local dog. How ugly, he thought about it and re-entered his name.

Dogs are fierce.

The name is very nice.

Next, he started the novice journey by himself. Yan Hang touched the book and turned it over on the other side of the sofa.

After tossing for an unknown amount of time, the system prompted that he could play ranked.

He was a little confused. He raised his head to ask Yan Hang, but found that Yan Hang was very absorbed in reading, biting up and down with a pen in his mouth, staring at the book.

In such a state of Yan Hang, he did not dare to disturb him.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Yan Hang raised his eyes: "How is it?"

"I said I can play platoon, I'm rank," said the first day of the first year, "Will you take me to play?"

"...I can't take it now," Yan Hang smiled, "I can't take you with diamonds."

"Poor, level?" The first day of the first year was stunned.

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "you..."

"Stop playing." On the first day of the first day, he simply quit the game.

Sitting face to face with little brother Xingtian can't play together, it's a fart.

If he knew this, he wouldn't let Yan Hang help him play games. Before, he thought about letting Yan Hang take him, and then he could play with the people in the dormitory.

In the end, I didn't expect that I had to struggle for a long time. I was dazzled and suffered, and the only support was still in vain.

The dog is very upset.

"How about you play with my number?" Yan Hang asked.

"Stop playing." On the first day of the first year, he insisted on his decision, the stubbornness of the native dog and the native dog.

"Okay," Yan Hang laughed, "then do you watch TV or play on the computer?"

"Watching TV." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang threw the remote control to him.

In fact, for many people, playing with the computer should be more interesting, but in the first year of junior high, he basically never played it. It is very good for him to have a mobile phone. Now that he has a computer, he does not know what to do.

TV is much more familiar. Grandma and mother stare at TV every night. No matter what is on TV, you can watch it all night without changing channels.

He casually found a table and watched people introduce local delicacies.

However, Yu Guang stayed on Yan Hang's side.

After watching for a while, he heard low voices.

"Huh?" He turned his head.

"Look at you," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm practicing."

On the first day of the first day, he rubbed against him and continued to watch the TV. He heard that Yan Hang was speaking English in a low voice, probably trying to translate with the TV.

He didn't say anything, and listened to Yan Hang's voice quietly.

Very comfortable feeling.

Yan Hang's low and somewhat screeching murmurs entered his ears, as if someone was gently massaging his scalp, and bursts of itchy sensations crawled from behind his ears to his shoulders and back.

After a while, felt sleepy on the first day of the first year and slowly closed eyes.

It wasn't until Yan Hang flicked on his forehead that he woke up suddenly and sat up straight: "Huh?"

"Take a bath and sleep," Yan Hang said, "I feel like you're almost dreaming."

On the first day of the first year, he was shocked. Now he is very sensitive to the word dream, and when he hears it, he will be embarrassed and very nervous.

"I said, I was talking in my sleep, didn't I?" he asked.

"I didn't say it," Yan Hang smiled, "just hummed twice."

"Humph what?" He quickly chased after him.

"I don't understand this," Yan Hang said. "You can find a pig and listen to it. It's almost the effect."

"Oh." Chu Yi rubbed his face.

After taking a shower, he changed into the clothes he had put here last time, perhaps using the same laundry detergent, and he could smell a familiar scent on his clothes.

He was lying on the bed, looking out the window at the red night sky.

"Why don't you throw a few sets of clothes here," Yan Hang went into the bedroom after taking a shower. "It's convenient to change."

"I only have a few, a few sets of clothes." Chu Yi said.

"Yes, I forgot that you are a stingy," Yan Hang smiled and lay down beside him, "Turn off the lights?"

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang turned off the lights, and as the black spread around, everything became quiet.

When closed eyes on the first day of the first day, heard a slight beep on Yan Hang's cell phone.

"There is news." He reminded Yan Hang.

"It's an alarm clock." Yan Hang said.

"It's not fart yet, so what's going on?" The first day of the first year was a little confused.

And what is the purpose of setting an alarm clock in the middle of the night?

"This is my sleeping sound," Yan Hang said, "it means that now is the deadline for me to fall asleep."

"Then now, you can sleep when you sleep, can you fall asleep?" On the first day of the first year, he knew that Yan Hang would suffer from insomnia from time to time.

"Not necessarily, it's just a psychological suggestion." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the first day, he frowned. If Yan Hang had insomnia tonight, the culprit might be him, because of the phrase "Uncle Yan" he blurted out.

Listening to Yan Hang turning over gently beside him, he gritted his teeth on the first day, turned his face to face him, and touched his arm lightly: "Yan Hang."

"Huh?" Yan Hang replied softly.

"Are you dreaming?" he asked.

"...Are you a fool?" Yan Hang smiled, "Who can not dream."

"That's right, do you dream about people?" Chu Chu asked in a low voice.

"Yes," Yan Hang said, "the crowd is huge."

On the first day of the first day, he smiled, and rubbed his nose a little embarrassedly: "You have, have you never dreamed, have you ever dreamed of... me?"

Yan Hang didn't speak. After a while, he heard him smile on the first day of the first day: "What's the matter with you?"

"I didn't, I didn't have a dream, to Uncle Yan," said the first day, "I only dreamed about you."

"Ah," Yan Hang rolled over and lay on his side face to face, "what did you dream about me?"

"Do push-ups, do push-ups." On the first day of the first day, I remembered the situation in my dream again.

Yan Hang didn't speak. After a few seconds, he laughed out loud.

While laughing, he patted the first day of junior high school a few times: "Do you do push-ups? How many do you do?"

"Counting, it's messed up," said the first day, "I haven't counted, I understand."

Yan Hang was still laughing, and he could feel the mattress trembling from his laughter on the first day of junior high.

"Yes, you can't be strict, be serious," he said.

"How serious do you want me to be on this topic?" Yan Hang reached out and rubbed his head, "Why were you embarrassed before you had such a dream?"

"Ah," replied the first day, not knowing what to say, "you are bare, shirtless."

Yan Hang laughed even harder: "Have you never seen me shirtless, so you're particularly shocked?"

"Yeah." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang's words suddenly made him relax.

Yes, didn't it just dream that Yan Hang was doing push-ups shirtless, maybe it was because he had never seen Yan Hang shirtless, so he was embarrassed and embarrassed.

He breathed a sigh of relief on the first day of the first day of the new year. His dazedness and confusion over the past week were dispelled by Yan Hang's words.

He followed Yan Hang and laughed.

"Come on," Yan Hang probably couldn't fall asleep, but his smile made him more energetic. He simply sat up, reached out and turned on the light, "Let me show you what a good figure is."

On the first day of the first day, he didn't have time to react, and he took off his shirt with a wave of his hand.

"Did you see it?" Yan Hang raised his chin at him, "Xingtian's little brother's abdominal muscles."

He opened his mouth for the first time, and his mind was full of confusion. He didn't know whether to direct his eyes to look at his abdominal muscles first, or to sigh with emotion that someone like Yan Hang would have such a childish behavior.

"I have it too," the first day of the first year picked out a random sentence in the chaos, "Did you see?"

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "Does the little dog also have abdominal muscles?"

"Let you open, open your eyes." The first day of the first year didn't know what was wrong with him, so he sat up, took off his shirt, and patted his belly, "Wei, Wei An?"

"Very stalwart," Yan Hang stretched out his hand and patted his belly, "It's quite sturdy, it's really not the little dog from the past, you can call it Brother Gou and you don't need to make up for it."

After the two put on their clothes and lay back on the bed, they suddenly felt embarrassed on the first day of the first year.

Accidentally infected Yan Hang into a fool and ruined the fame of the native dog...

"Hey, give me the energy to laugh," Yan Hang sighed, "Go to sleep, I have to deal with nasty ghosts tomorrow."

"Good night." Chu Yi said.

"Good night." Yan Hang replied.

This night, on the first day of the new year, he didn't sleep well. Although he didn't dream, he felt that every time Yan Hang turned over, he knew it.

But when Yan Hang put his arms and legs on him, he didn't know.

When opened eyes in the morning, felt that Yan Hang probably took him as a pillow.

He felt that he should be embarrassed, but unexpectedly, he was not. He just felt very comfortable, just like when Yan Hang scratched his hair and flicked his forehead as a child.

He wanted to touch the phone to check what time it was, but he didn't dare to move. With Yan Hang's quality of sleep, it was probably not easy to fall asleep. He wanted Yan Hang to wake up by himself.

It wasn't until he felt that the skin between the two of them started to sweat, and then Yan Hang finally moved and turned over.

He took a look at the phone, it was still early.

"Are you awake?" Yan Hang asked from the side, "It's still early, my alarm clock didn't ring."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Hang's cell phone rang.

"It rings." Chu Yi said.

"It's not an alarm clock," Yan Hang yawned as he took the phone and looked at it, "it's a phone call."

There was no phone number displayed on the phone, only the word "private number". After being stunned for two seconds, Yan Hang felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up.

"Who?" His hands trembled violently when he answered the phone.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?" Yan Hang glanced at the screen again and connected.

There was still silence over there, not even the noise or the sound of electricity, Yan Hang frowned.

Then hung up the phone quickly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yi sat up and looked at him.

"No," Yan Hang said, "I made a wrong estimate."

Before picking up the phone, he thought that it might be Dad's call, but now he can be sure that the person on the other end of the phone is definitely not Dad.

Although Dad is always serious, he will never joke about such a thing at such a time.