I walked around the dormitory on the first day of the new year. When the group left, it was like fleeing. Everything was thrown in a mess. He put everything away, checked the windows, power supply, etc. , stuffed two sets of laundry...

Go to Yan Hang's house!

Hahaha went to Yan Hang's house!

Go to Yan Hang's house for eleven!

la la la! Hahaha!

On the first day of the first year, while packing up his belongings, he jumped back and forth, punching the air from time to time: "Shu! Swish! Swish!"

After he was done, he carried his bag out of the dormitory, closed the door, locked it, pushed the door again, made sure it was locked, and then ran downstairs.

There are no more students in their dormitory, they are all freshmen, and they have been looking forward to going home for a month.

There were still people in the dormitory downstairs, and some people just came back from a meal and were chatting and eating in the corridor.

Without Yan Hang, he would have to guard the empty fourth floor by himself these few days. He would be in a daze every day. There was not even a tree hole to be found here. Written in the book.

On the first day of the first day, I slowed down, and I suddenly missed the tree and the tree hole whose edges were smoothed by my face and hands.

He is now in a beautiful big city, with Yan Hang, mountains and seas, and classmates... If he returns home, he will probably lie on the tree hole and talk non-stop for half an hour.

He didn't go to the cafeteria to eat, and then went to Yan Hang's house after dinner. It would be the evening rush hour, and the car was too crowded, so it's better to leave early and eat Xiao Li's barbecue.

After getting on the bus, he sent a message to Yan Hang.

- i got in the car

- uh, stay by yourself for a while, i'm off work tonight

-Do not bother me

After replying to the news on the first day of the new year, he held the phone and waited for a while. As expected, Yan Hang ignored him as he said, so he put the phone back in his bag.

After getting off the bus, it was already dark, and the wind was blowing cold.

The restaurants on both sides were brightly lit, and the people on the road were walking in a hurry.

Standing on the side of the road on the first day of the first day, waiting for the green light to cross the street, felt the kind of flustered loneliness that belongs to autumn.

But compared to the feeling of wanting to go home in a hurry, but still unable to get rid of it, now this "loneliness" is something he can experience.

Behind them is the dormitory. Although everyone has gone home, all their news is on their mobile phones and WeChat. In front is Yan Hang's house. Although Yan Hang has not returned, the key is at the security guard.

He ran across the street and all the way into the community.

The security guard at the gate already knew him, and he saluted with a smile, and the security guard downstairs also knew him.

"Brother is here?" The security guard greeted him from the grass in the small garden.

"Well," Chu Chu glanced at the apple in his hand, "Hey hedgehog, what?"

"Yeah," the security said with a smile, "I'll get you the keys."

"No, not in a hurry," Chua shook his bag behind him, "Where is the hedgehog?"

"Here," the security guard crouched down and handed an apple into the grass, "see?"

"Well." The first day of the first day smiled, the hedgehog seemed to have changed a lot when I saw it last time, just felt fat, "It's good to be fat, it's a lot."

"I eat a lot in the fall," the security guard said. "It's time to hibernate."

"Where is winter, hibernation?" asked the first day of the first year.

"A drill in the wood pile," the security guard said, "I'll just pile some grass and leaves for him."

I don't know why this description of the security guard makes the first day feel particularly gentle, a little hedgehog's own nest, wood, grass, leaves, pile up a small space.

He has always wanted to have it but has never been able to have it.

Now the dormitory is not bad, the curtains are down and they are theirs.

On the first day of the first year, watched the hedgehog eat three apples and then took the key and went upstairs.

The warmth that hit his face when he opened the door made him narrow his eyes comfortably.

He threw the bag on the sofa, stood on the balcony for a while, then turned into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to have a look.

There are a lot of ingredients and various seasonings in it, but he couldn't understand it. Originally, he wanted to get some food and flatter him before Yan Hang came back. Now, looking at the western food ingredients in the refrigerator, he can only give up. .

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go to Xiao Li BBQ to pack.

When Yan Hang came back, they could watch TV while having a barbecue.

It's perfect.

When Yan Hang returned to the restaurant, the guests were almost gone, and several waiters were cleaning up.

"I filled in today's work diary for you," Zhang Chen handed him the diary. "Look and see if you have anything to add."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"How about the guests?" Zhang Chen asked in a low voice.

Today, the food that their back kitchen delivered to the guests was not prepared according to the guest's remarks. He and Manager Tang just went to the room to deliver the food again to the guests and apologized.

"I'm not very happy," Yan Hang sighed softly, "It's been almost an hour or else it's been tossing."

"I think she's an old lady, so I think it's easy to talk." Zhang Chen stuck out his tongue.

"It's very hard to talk, but there's nothing I can do," Yan Hang looked at the work log, "It's us who are wrong... Do you still have that kind of tea? Give me a cup."

"Wait." Zhang Chen took out his thermos and poured him a cup of tea.

Yan Hang didn't know what kind of tea this was. Anyway, he put a bunch of flowers and grass, and something that looked like a small wooden stick, but the taste was not bad, and it was refreshing to drink.

"Hey, Brother Hang, let me ask you," Zhang Chen looked at no one beside him and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you and Ma fool?"

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at her.

"He told Sister Wang that you have a background in the underworld," Zhang Chen said and laughed, "and also told the people in their group."

"Does anyone believe it?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Who would believe it," Zhang Chen said while covering his mouth with a smile, "the gangsters don't even have a tattoo."

"...How about I go buy some stickers tomorrow." Yan Hang was very convinced of Zhang Chen's simple and rude way of judging whether the underworld was underworld.

"I see." Zhang Chen nodded.

"Hurry up and pack up." Yan Hang closed the log and put it in the drawer.

Home today was about 20 minutes earlier than what Yan Hang had planned. He hesitated when passing by Xiao Li's BBQ. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call for a BBQ.

"Little brother, you want to eat barbecue." The uncle walked out of the store, leaned against the door and said with a smile.

"You wave another handkerchief." Yan Hang said.

"You don't have to come in," the uncle waved, "your brother just came over and ordered a lot and brought it back."

"Ah?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"I won't lie to you, really," said the uncle, "you can still drive him after a few steps."

"Thank you," Yan Hang smiled, "I'll give it a try then."

Yan Hang hesitated for a moment and ran over to the community.

When he entered the gate, he asked the guard, "My brother just entered?"

The guard nodded and gestured with his hand: "I'm hungry for such a big bag of barbecue."

Yan Hang chased forward for a while, and saw the first day of the first day walking ahead.

Carrying a large pocket of barbecue in one hand, and holding a mobile phone in the other.

Yan Hang took a light step, and while leaning over quickly, he felt in his pocket, trying to find a murder weapon.

In the end, he only touched the lighter that he had given him on the first day of the new year.

He stretched out his arm when he was still one step away from the first day of the first year, and when he was about to pass over the shoulder of the first year of the first year, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Yan Hang was startled.

The first day of the first day was also startled, and turned his head sharply.

Yan Hang didn't care about the phone, the play started and had to be finished.

He grabbed the first day's shoulder and put the lighter on the first day's head: "Don't move."

"Big, big, big brother spare, life." The first day of the first day was stunned.

At this time, his stammer cooperated perfectly.

Yan Hang held back his smile: "Take the money."

"Buy it all and grill it," said the first day of the first year, "or you, you can take the barbecue, roast it, and take it away."

Yan Hang made a mistake and switched on the lighter.

Small flames burst out.

Then they both smelled a burning smell at the same time, and they froze together.

"Fuck!" Yan Hang quickly retracted his hand and turned on the lighter, "Where is Liao?"

"Hair," he immediately poked his finger on his stomach after the first day of the first year, "Crack!"

"Ah!" Yan Hang covered his stomach and staggered back two steps, "I didn't expect you to be such a person..."

"Clap!" Chu Yi pointed at him and fired two more shots, then put his finger to his mouth and blew.

Yan Hang laughed: "The acting is good."

It was only in the first day of the first year that he laughed: "Why, why didn't you get off work, send a message and tell me?"

"I only remembered when I got in the car, and I was too lazy to take out my phone," Yan Hang said while holding his phone, "I didn't know when I called..."

"I called," said the first day of the first day. "Just after the first call, there was a sound from the back, and I jumped."

"Buy so much barbecue?" Yan Hang opened the bag and looked inside.

"We've had supper together," said the first day, "I see you, there's beer, beer."

"Barbecue beer movie," Yan Hang said, "do you think so?"

"Yes," Chu Yi smiled, "I haven't tried it, I have."

"Poor little one," Yan Hang put his arms around his shoulder and walked upstairs together, "In addition to running for a walk at night, you went to the tree hole by the river to buckle your face for a while, what other projects did you have? "

"Sitting at the desk, stunned, stunned," said the first day, "I can stay stunned for a while, at night."

Yan Hang sighed.

"But after that, I will be in the boxing and gymnasium later," said the first day of the first year, "I have to work, I have to clean and clean."

"How much was a month at that time?" Yan Hang asked.

"One thousand three," thought about it on the first day of the first day, "No, one thousand, eight."

"Clean a thousand eight?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "Who are you fooling?"

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"You won?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded, and suddenly felt as if he had become a boxer.

A generation of boxer dogs.

"One day we can find a place to try," Yan Hang said, "I really have to try it to see if you are really so good."

"If you lose, I'll let you go." Chu Yi said.

"Do you want to be embarrassed, if you win, it's your bull, and if you lose, you let me?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Yeah." The first day nodded solemnly.

In fact, whether he is boxing or fighting with others, he will not think about it. If he can beat it, he can beat it by default.

Only Yan Hang, he couldn't tell.

He had never seen Yan Hang fight too much. The two times he fought with others, the opponent's strength was too weak, and Yan Hang had no room to play.

I always feel that Yan Hang is just like Uncle Yan, a master who lives in seclusion in the mountains and does not show up easily.

When got home, it was completely dark. The curtains in the house were open, and could see the dark sky outside and the lights under the sky.

The first time stood at the window, was a little ecstatic.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang stood behind him and put his elbows on his shoulders.

"You," Chu Yi tilted his head to look at his elbow, "I'm tall, not tall."

"It really sucks," Yan Hang pressed his elbows hard, "Is it affecting your two-meter career?"

"Our dormitory is the only one. It's just me and Wu, and Xu is the shortest." Chu Yi sighed.

"You should be happy that someone is shorter than you," Yan Hang laughed, turned and opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, "Go, stand by the wall, and I'll measure it for you."

First stop to the wall and stick it.

Yan Hang took the book and drew a line on top of his head.

First look up.

I don't know why, every time he saw Yan Hang's book, he would have a peculiar feeling. Usually, he didn't feel that Yan Hang had anything to do with the book.

Yan Hang is like a swordsman who walks the rivers and lakes with ease.

But when he heard Yan Hang speak English, sing English songs, and read... Before he could see the title of the book, Yan Hang had already removed the book, took a ruler and began to measure it against the wall.

On the first day of the first year, I looked at the purple-covered book next to me: "That's your mouth, mouth, mouth..."

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him: "Stop."

First stop.

"I always think that if you continue to say it, some great words will pop up," Yan Hang said, "It was recommended to me by a young lady. It is an interpreting textbook."

"Interpretation," the first time a pair of unfamiliar words had to be familiarized, "what's the matter, no?"

Yan Hang smiled and didn't speak. He looked at the ruler: "One hundred and seventy... seven?"

"Longer!" He slapped the wall excitedly as soon as he heard it, "Three! Three centimeters!"

"As for what," Yan Hang looked at him, "I don't know if you think you've grown three meters."

The first day smiled and said nothing.

It really made him happy to be tall. He didn't feel it before. His grandmother said that he was not tall because his mother was not tall and his father was not tall. His aunt was also worried because he was not well nourished when he was a child. Keep up, and always be frightened.

So he has been worried since he started to grow taller, for fear that he will not grow longer if he is not careful.

Now he suddenly found that he was a little taller, and he didn't want to do the happy work while sitting on the sofa, so he watched Yan Hang go in and out of the kitchen and take out the pots and seasonings from the kitchen and put them in front of him.

When he was almost finished, he jumped up: "I'll get it, get it..."

"Sit down," Yan Hang said. "I'm going to count the hours for you when I'm done. How long can three centimeters make you happy?"

"You don't understand." Chu Yi sat down.

"I don't understand something, I didn't worry at all when I was one meter five." Yan Hang turned on the induction cooker.

"Uncle Yan is tall," said the first day of the first year and thought for a while, "Are you still tall?"

"Nonsense," Yan Hang said, "I'm only 19 years old, and I can make it one meter or two meters taller with a little water."

The first time laughed out loud.

Yan Hang got a projector at home, which can play a large screen on the wall. When sitting on the sofa, it feels like sitting in a movie theater.

There are also speakers. have been here several times on the first day of the new year. Today, discovered that the two silver stick-like things next to the TV cabinet are speakers.

"Yan Hang," the first day of the first year couldn't help but worry, "Your money is so lost, right?"

"Well," Yan Hang adjusted the picture and sound effects and glanced at him, "I'm used to it. I spend as much as I have, and don't keep any money."

First sighed.

"Are you still worried about me?" Yan Hang smiled, "I just wanted to tell you, but I forgot about it. I asked my colleague. She has a job there, it's a small restaurant, and she wants to find a special The evening waiter..."

"I don't, I can't," said the first day, "I said, I don't understand."

"How much does the waiter have to say?" Yan Hang said. "They don't cook dinner at night. They mainly come for drinks and snacks for young couples shopping. They don't need to talk."

The first day did not speak.

This part-time job is very suitable, he really wanted to go, but... when he thought of the waiter, he was a little apprehensive. If a customer asked something, he couldn't explain what to do for a long time.

"Go and try," Yan Hang said. "You have to do a lot of things before you know. If you can't do it, it's a big deal. There's nothing to worry about."

After hesitating for two seconds, he nodded: "Okay."

"Ready to eat," Yan Hang melted the butter in the pot, and put a handful of skewers in it, "The remote control is at your hand, you can choose a movie to watch."

When reached out to get the remote control on the first day of the first day, saw a silver ball on the coffee table. There were many tiny eyes on the ball. It looked beautiful and had a good texture.

"What, what?" Chu Yi asked.

"A small bluetooth speaker can also be used as a night light," Yan Hang took it, turned on the switch, shook his hand beside him, and a thin yellow light lit up in his small eyes, "Don't you know?"

"I've never seen this, such a high-level thing." On the first day of the first year, he held the ball and looked around in a circle.

"I mean you don't know this..." Yan Hang looked at him, "This is a birthday present from Zhou Chunyang."

"What, what?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"After my birthday, he and his dad went to the restaurant for dinner," Yan Hang said, "I took it with you, I thought you knew."

"I don't know." Chu Yi stared at the ball in his hand.

Zhou Chunyang!

Those few nights that didn't stay in the dormitory really went to Yan Hang's restaurant one day!

He even gave Yan Hang a birthday present!

How did he know Yan Hang's birthday!

Oh I told him myself.

Then how could he quietly go over to give gifts!

Why not?

...just can't!

Just can't!

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang touched him and put the two skewers of mutton on the plate in front of him, "You two have nothing to do with each other, right?"

"No," on the first day of the first lunar year, he put down the alarm clock, took a bite of a bunch of mutton, "he is old, does he go there often?"

"Not often, maybe two or three times, with his dad," Yan Hang said, "I just found out that his dad is our hotel VIP."

"Especially, money." Chu Yi said.

"Well, it works." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the first day, I can't tell what kind of mood I am in now. I can't talk about being blocked. I can't talk about being depressed. It doesn't seem to be accurate. Can't find where.

It's just particularly uncomfortable.

"Let me pick a movie," Yan Hang took the remote control, "are you watching a horror movie? Let's have dinner."

"I don't know." In the first year of junior high, he was a little confused. He had almost no memory of the movie. When he was in elementary school, he watched the anti-trafficking teaching film organized by the school, but he didn't seem to have seen anything else.

"We don't think we have seen the movie," Yan Hang sighed, "Come on one, I haven't seen this one yet."

"Okay." At first glance, I saw the title of the film, the master key.

Probably a locksmith story.

Speaking of the locksmith, on the first day of the first year, he turned to look at Yan Hang: "I can open, unlock."

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him, stunned, then turned to glance at the title of the film, and laughed until his chopsticks fell to the ground.

"Really." Chu Yi said.

"Hey," Yan Hang sighed with joy, hugged him and rubbed his chin on the top of his head, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him, "Go, wash, and let you fall to the floor with joy. of."

At the beginning, I went to wash the chopsticks before I reacted: "No, not a locksmith?"

"Shut up." Yan Hang just stopped laughing, when he said this, he laughed so much that he dropped a bunch of shrimp on the table.

I was a little embarrassed on the first day of the new year, but he wouldn't be so stupid if he wanted to put it aside.

The movie seems to be quite scary. At the beginning, while eating and watching, was still thinking about Zhou Chunyang, and could see the hair on body stand up.

"How many more cans?" Yan Hang shook the empty beer can.

"I'll have another one, one can, that's all." said the first day.

Yan Hang got up and went to the kitchen. He couldn't hold back on the first day of the new year, took out his mobile phone and quickly sent a message to Zhou Chunyang.

-You gave Yan Hang a gift?

Zhou Chunyang estimated that he was playing with his mobile phone and replied quickly.

-Well, it was given to me by someone else. I didn't need it, so I gave it to him on the way.

Not a special gift?

The first day was suddenly relieved.

-How do you like it? I have another one here, I'll bring it to you when I go back to school

Zhou Chunyang sent another one.

Looking at this message, I didn't know how to reply on the first day of the first year, and suddenly felt like a fool.

- i can't use it

-The mobile phone can also be used, the bluetooth one is black, and the one for Yan Hang happens to be a pair

...

...

Holding the mobile phone on the first day of the first day, suddenly felt an embarrassing feeling of not knowing how to explain to Zhou Chunyang.