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Chapter 50
"What's wrong?" Yan Hang stood in front of his closet. He just opened the door to take out his clothes and changed. He stopped when he heard the first sentence of the first day, "Is something wrong?"
"No, no," the first day hesitated, "nothing happened."
"Then what are you afraid of?" Yan Hang leaned against the cabinet and asked softly.
"I don't know." The first day's voice was a little dull.
"Where are you now?" Yan Hang didn't ask him.
The phrase "I'm afraid" on the first day of the first year made Yan Hang feel a little distressed. He didn't know whether he thought of himself or the previous first day.
There are many things that a person is afraid of. Sometimes they are afraid of a certain person, a certain thing, a certain feeling, and sometimes they have no reason, and they cannot perceive the reason. They are simply afraid.
"By the river." There was still a slight tremor in Chu Yi's voice.
"Where is the tree hole?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.
"I spoke in the tree hole," Yan Hang smiled, "Go and listen to see if you can hear it?"
"You said, said, what is it?" The first day of the first year was a little surprised.
"How can I tell you what I told Shudong," Yan Hang said, "Go and listen."
On the first day of the first day, he probably walked towards the tree hole, and after a while he said again: "You are, didn't you call me Tu, Tu Dog?"
Yan Hang laughed: "Did you hear it?"
"I guess." The first day also smiled.
"I really called a local dog." Yan Hang said.
"What, when, what happened?" The first vibrato was gone in the first day's voice, and it sounded better.
"Before I left," Yan Hang said, "I went there to say goodbye to you."
"Really?" Chu Yi's voice rose.
"Well." Yan Hang responded.
He didn't speak for a long time on the first day of the new year, and finally sighed: "Your intelligence, your IQ doesn't seem to be, not very, high."
Yan Hang laughed for a long time.
In fact, what he said in the tree hole that day, he can no longer fully repeat it himself, but he still remembers the feeling at that time.
Thinking about it now, it feels a little weird.
They will actually have a day when they eat and chat together and even sit on the balcony and watch the moon together.
So earthy, so careful, and so unconfident, the first year of the first year can bring such incredible, which is quite incredible in itself.
After chatting with Yan Hang for a while, Chu Yi felt a little calmer.
After hanging up the phone, he sat by the river again until more than ten o'clock. The night wind was already very cold, and he didn't have enough clothes on.
The frightening feeling he felt towards Yan Hang was still in his heart, but after hearing Yan Hang's voice, he was suppressed by soothing and relaxation.
Before seeing Yan Hang, he didn't dare to think carefully about what was going on.
Maybe only when he saw Yan Hang, met Yan Hang, and could not avoid face to face, would he be able to figure it out.
Right now, as long as he returns home, let alone think about this feeling, he will feel irritable even just thinking about what time he goes to bed.
The house is like a pool of stagnant water. When the door is opened, there is only the sound of the TV in the living room.
My mother was probably asleep, the door was closed, and my grandfather was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV in a daze.
He took a towel and toothbrush out of his bag to wash, and found that the faucet in the washbasin in the toilet was broken, and he had to open the main gate directly with water.
He sighed. There is a spare faucet at home. Grandpa bought it when he was hanging out in the second-hand market. Usually, if it breaks, Dad and grandpa will repair it.
Now it seems that my grandfather's energy to change the faucet is gone.
He went to the drawer and pulled out an old faucet, found tape and a wrench, and replaced the faucet.
Holding the edge of the pool and watching the water flowing out, he was a little flustered.
This family had been like this before, full of anger, dissatisfaction, suspicion and mutual hurt, but it had never made him feel run down like it was now.
Feels like it will collapse at any time.
After washing up and returning to the living room, my grandfather had already entered the room to sleep.
When he also entered the room and wanted to sleep, he found that his little bed had been dismantled, and there were two cardboard boxes stacked on the bed, which probably contained some of his sundries.
He was stunned for a while, then returned to the living room and opened the drawer of his small desk.
There was nothing in the drawer, he took everything he could use at any time, leaving some notebooks and gadgets, some broken pens, half a bottle of ink, small glass balls...
It's all worthless and useless stuff.
But he was still a little sad when he opened the drawer and found that they were all gone.
The drawer was very stuffed, grandma's comb, cigarette case, grandpa's tea, and even a few packets of pepper aniseed.
This small desk and that bed are probably the places he remembers the most in this home, especially the small desk. Once the lamp is turned on, the small square illuminated by the light is his only independent space.
He was stunned in front of the desk for a while, then went to lie down on the sofa, took the quilt next to his grandmother's legs and covered it, and closed his eyes.
- went to see grandparents today and stayed at grandparents' house at night
-I wanted to go to the gym first. Coach He and the others went home from vacation. I will go to the airport tomorrow morning.
Sent a message early in the morning.
Yan Hang just got off the bus, and while walking to the hotel, he sent him a message.
- forgot to ask you to bring back another box of mooncakes
- I bought moon cakes and fruit
-Then you stay with your grandparents today, I will pick you up at the airport tomorrow
- you don't have time, i know how to go
Yan Hang smiled. When he entered the hotel door, he habitually glanced aside while typing. He didn't know if it was an illusion or an illusion or something else. He felt that someone was watching him over the flower garden.
He stopped and turned to look.
There is a sidewalk over the flowerbed, and there are many people coming and going. In the three or five seconds of standing, there can be seven or eight people walking by.
In theory, he shouldn't be able to see clearly whether or not anyone there is looking at him.
- you have time, don't worry
He returned the news to Chu Yi and walked into the hotel.
Every day's work is similar. After changing the new shift method, everyone gradually adapts to it. As long as no one makes mistakes and no guests are asking for trouble, his work all day is repeated.
But today's work is slightly different. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it is a Western restaurant, it has to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival, and all the tables for the evening have been reserved.
Today, he has to stare at people to check the holiday related arrangements and preparations in the store again.
"Manager Tang just came here, let's find a few people to sing the English version to the guests during dinner, I hope they will last." Zhang Chen stood at the bar with a collapsed face.
"What?" Yan Hang was stunned, "What do you sing?"
"When is there in the bright moon, ask Qingtian about the wine..." Zhang Chen sang, and then added, "In the English version, it is enough to ask Xiaoyan to translate it."
"I turned..." Yan Hang was helpless, "Damn."
He went straight to Manager Tang, not to mention anything else, everyone was so busy at dinner, where could he arrange someone, or should "a few people" go to sing and have to learn the English version now?
And the lyrics translation is not the same as the usual translation. It needs the same number of words and rhymes. If you can't sing it, you might as well just come to Fly Me to the Moon.
"Manager Tang," Yan Hang knocked on the door and entered the office, "Just about the singing..."
"What do you think? Although it's a western restaurant, it's also our traditional festival. It's more atmospheric and meaningful." Manager Tang said with a smile.
When Yan Hang saw his expression, he knew that it was unlikely to cancel the singing session. Manager Tang was obviously satisfied with his idea, and he might even think that he could win the best creative award from the catering department.
"I think it would be more appropriate to sing Chinese?" Yan Hang could only temporarily retreat.
"Why? Wouldn't it be nice for foreign guests to understand?" Manager Tang said.
"This is our traditional festival. Wouldn't it be interesting to let foreign guests experience the authentic festive atmosphere?" Yan Hang said, "Eat Chinese moon cakes and listen to Chinese songs? It's hard to understand the lyrics translated into English. The charm of Chinese poetry..."
"Well," Manager Tang was lost in thought, "it makes sense."
"Then..." Yan Hang looked at him.
"It makes sense," Manager Tang pointed at him. "Just as you said, sing in Chinese."
"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.
"No - yes - it -" Zhang Chen and the other two waitresses stretched their voices with sad faces.
"I've already fought for it, and it's already my deepest feelings for you without letting you learn English now," Yan Hang said, "It's just a matter of a few minutes, stand up beauties, this month will give you every An opportunity for people to leave work two hours earlier, one day they can use their own arrangements."
"Can you be two hours late?" Zhang Chen asked.
"Yes." Yan Hang nodded.
The three girls gritted their teeth and agreed.
"Actually, it's still for your face," Zhang Chen said. "If it's such an embarrassing thing, even if Tang himself told us to give us a day off, we might not agree to it."
"Yes." The other two girls agreed.
"Thank you." Yan Hang clasped his fists.
- do you still have traffic
When Yan Hang sent the message, he was sitting with his grandparents and grandparents on the rooftop for a meal on the first day of the first year.
- yes , i don ' t need it
- Come to the video, five minutes
-? ? ? ?
Yan Hang didn't answer.
In the picture is Yan Hang's restaurant, the camera is shaking, and you can hear that there are a lot of customers there.
"What is this?" Grandpa asked.
"My friend is with me, I'm watching, here's the video," Chu turned the screen of his mobile phone over to show his grandfather, "My friend is here, a five-star hotel, a restaurant, and the foreman."
"Look," grandpa pulled grandma's sleeve, "friends in the first year of junior high school, we made a five-star foreman friend in the first year of junior high school."
"Yo," when grandma heard this, she immediately came over, "Where is it?"
The moment Yan Hang's face appeared on the screen, his nose suddenly became sour on the first day of the first year, and he didn't even know what was wrong with him.
"Is this... grandparents?" Yan Hang probably didn't expect that there would be other people appearing in the camera, so he was stunned.
"My grandpa, grandma," Chu Yi smiled and pointed to the screen, "Yan Hang, my friend, friend."
"Hello, hello." The grandparents waved to the screen together.
"Hello grandparents, happy Mid-Autumn Festival," Yan Hang said with a smile, "Just in time, let's listen to the song together, our restaurant's... program."
There were the voices of several girls singing over there, and Yan Hang's camera turned.
At first glance, I wanted to laugh a little. Several young ladies stood in the middle of the restaurant, holding hands and singing together: "When will the moon be... ask the sky for wine..."
I heard this song the first time, but can't sing it. He can only sing happy birthday and counting ducks.
They all sing like chanting.
"Is this a show?" Grandma whispered.
"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded with a smile.
"This is a place to eat Western food," Grandpa said to her. "You can see some foreigners and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you."
After the young lady sang the song, the guests all applauded, and the grandparents also applauded.
"It's interesting." Grandma said with a smile.
Yan Hang's face reappeared in the camera, and asked with a smile, "How is it?"
"It's good," leaned back in the chair on the first day of the first year, smiled and nodded, "It sounds good."
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Yan Hang said.
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival," said the first day of the first year, his nose was sore again, so he had to turn around and hide to the side, "The moon is good, it's round."
"Tomorrow is the most round," Yan Hang said. "Go to the beach at night to see it."
"Yeah." Chu nodded and stared at Yan Hang's face.
"I have to hang up," Yan Hang said, "I'm busy right now, I just want you to watch some fun."
"Okay." Chu Yi laughed.
"Take care of your grandparents," Yan Hang said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow."
"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.
After the video hung up, he still held the phone and watched it for a long time. The screen went black before he put the phone back in his pocket.
The first time he knew it, it had been such a day apart, and even if one could think of staring at him face to face, he couldn't relieve it.
He stared at the rice bowl in front of him.
In this strong yearning, more and more panic and fear began to appear together.
When he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up vegetables, he found his hands shaking.
"Then do I have to buy some food and drink in advance?" Cui Yi handed the car key to Yan Hang.
"I bought it all," Yan Hang took the key, "I went to dinner in the evening, just grabbed my things and went straight over."
"Okay," Cui Yi nodded, "then I don't care about anything."
"Just wait and eat." Yan Hang smiled.
"Drive slower." Cui Yi pointed at him.
"Got it." Yan Hang said.
The plane for the first day of the new year arrived in the afternoon. After lunch time today, he took a two-hour leave and drove Cui Yi's car directly to pick up the first day of the first year, which was more convenient.
In fact, it is also possible to take a taxi. The time is faster than coming back to pick up the car, but he just wanted to surprise the first day of the new year and be happy. The mood of the first day of the first day of the first two days was not right, so it was enough to go home and go back like this. Losing money.
It's a bit miraculous that the plane wasn't late.
"I'm here," the first day's phone called, "I'm here."
"I'm sticking at the exit," Yan Hang said, "you can see me as soon as you come out."
"What to wear, what clothes?" the first day asked.
"Gray coat, inside is our uniform shirt and uniform pants," Yan Hang smiled, "I don't have time to change clothes."
"Well," the first day's voice trembled, "I ran, ran out."
"Don't run, just walk," Yan Hang said. "For a while, the security guard thought you were going to sabotage."
"Oh." Chu Yi responded.
He changed from a trot to a brisk walk. He decided to run before he took a few steps, and the security guard would arrest him.
He ran forward all the way next to the wall, and when he saw the crowd standing outside the arrival hall, he was excited for a while, and he turned a little while running.
Looking out, he slowed down and adjusted his pace.
Yan Hang is very conspicuous, not to mention that he asked Yan Hang what clothes he was wearing in advance, but he didn't even know that Yan Hang was outside, and now he can see him at a glance.
That's the coolest guy in the first row.
The people next to him waved from time to time. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still raised his hand and waved at Yan Hang.
Yan Hang didn't see him.
He jumped twice.
Yan Hang's eyes fell on him, and he waved at him with a smile.
When he ran out, Yan Hang was already standing in the middle of the exit.
He opened his arms as he ran.
A few days ago, he thought it was very silly to run over face to face like this, but now it doesn't matter at all, and it doesn't feel like smashing the bag on his butt, that is, there is no runway here, or he can fly directly over it.
Yan Hang also smiled and opened his arms.
He rushed two steps forward and hugged Yan Hang.
"Hey," Yan Hang was knocked back several steps before he stopped, "I don't know, I thought we hadn't seen each other for ten years."
"It's been a hundred years." On the first day of the first day, he hugged Yan Hang tightly.
He could feel Yan Hang's body in his arms, his face against his neck could feel the temperature, he could hear real voices in his ears, and he could smell the very faint fragrance of Yan Hang's body...
Until now, at this second, his longing for Yan Hang finally fell to the ground.
His emotions seemed to be scalded by the warm breath around him, and before he even felt a sore nose, tears were already pouring out.
Yan Hang was stunned before asking softly in his ear, "Aren't you, Brother Gou? Are you crying again?"
"Whatever, cry." Chu put his eyes on Yan Hang's shoulders.
"I really want people who say you are cool to see," Yan Hang said with a smile, "Cry at every turn, how cool is it?"
At the first day of the first day of the first year, he hugged Yan Hang tightly.
He didn't look up until Yan Hang dragged him to a place where no one was there.
"Have you finished crying?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Well." On the first day of the first day, he let go of Yan Hang and rubbed the back of his hand on his eyes.
Yan Hang took a tissue to him, he grabbed it and wiped it on his face a few times, perhaps because his emotions were too intense, and now he began to feel embarrassed.
During the time he had known Yan Hang, he had seen Yan Hang cry once, and he could hardly count the number of times he cried when he didn't get along with him inexplicably.
"Come with me to the restaurant," Yan Hang patted his face, "it's dinner time soon, you'll wait for me in the lounge, and then go to admire the moon when you're done?"
"Will it affect your work?" The first day asked.
"It's not every day, it's ok," Yan Hang said, "I just see you like this and let you go back and wait for me to be afraid of you crying again."
"It's not." The first day of the first day smiled a little embarrassedly.
When walking out with Yan Hang, on the first day of the first year, he found that he did not go to the taxi, but went directly to the parking lot.
"How are we going?" he asked.
"Guess what?" Yan Hang said.
"It's okay to run back." He nodded.
Yan Hang smiled and hugged his shoulders: "Little Doug, I'll be your driver today."
"Ah?" Chu Yi was stunned, but didn't respond.
"I drove here." Yan Hang took out the key from his pocket and threw it in his hand.
"You can drive, car?" He was surprised on the first day of the first year. He never knew that Yan Hang could drive, and he didn't even think about whether Yan Hang could drive.
"I can drive at the age of ten," Yan Hang said. "My dad borrowed a car from somewhere to teach me for half a month."
"Ah!" The first day was even more surprised.
"Ah what?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"When you were ten or fourteen years old, you were one meter, four," said the first day of the first year. "When you were ten, you were one meter, one meter, right? Can you reach the steering wheel?"
"Go away." Yan Hang answered him very simply.
"Really ten years old?" Chu Yi asked.
"When I was fourteen, I was really more than one meter tall," Yan Hang sighed happily, "I didn't push back like you, were you one meter tall when you were ten?"
"Maybe." The first day thought about it.
Yan Hang hugged him and smiled.
On the first day of the first year, he also laughed.
very happy.
This kind of happiness is real happiness. don't think about anything, can't remember anything, feel happy because Yan Hang is beside him.
"The car belongs to Cui Yi," Yan Hang pressed the remote control, and a black SUV in front flashed its lights, "Old man's model, if I buy a car in the future, I don't want black."
"It's red, it's good-looking." Chu Yi said.
Yan Hang glanced at him: "I thought you were going to say that fans are good-looking."
"It's also pretty." Chu Yi nodded with a smile.
"Get in the car," Yan Hang went over and opened the co-pilot's door, "Brother Dog."
On the first day of the first day, got into the car with some excitement, then watched Yan Hang go around from the front of the car, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.
"Seat belt." Yan Hang closed the door.
"Oh." On the first day of the first day, he pulled the seat belt, but he couldn't find the socket for a long time.
"I'm coming." Yan Hang leaned over and pulled out the socket from under the seat cushion.
On the first day of the first day, he stared at Yan Hang's hand, watching his slender fingers pull through the buckle of the seat belt, and then push it in. It was a very casual movement, but it was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
When Yan Hang retracted his hand to start the car, he grabbed Yan Hang's hand.
"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.
He was also stunned.