Yan Hang's hand was quite thin, but when he held it so tightly, he could feel the strength of his fingers.

On the first day of the new year, I couldn't judge my mood and feelings at this moment, I only knew that I should have the same question now.

"What?" Yan Hang asked.

Yes what's the matter?

On the first day of the first day, he lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Hang's hand. In order to ease the atmosphere, he didn't let go, but squeezed Yan Hang's hand.

Then he said: "Beat, rob."

"Forgive your life," Yan Hang said, "the wallet is in my pocket."

On the first day of the new year, he let go, took out his wallet from Yan Hang's pocket, opened it and looked at it.

Yan Hang's wallet was the same as his room, very simple and neat, except for a few hundred dollars and two cards, there was nothing else in it.

"This little stuff," said the first day of the first year, "I still need money, pack it."

"...Do you think you should put something else?" Yan Hang started the car. "When you drink water, take a drink bottle."

"Who said that?" On the first day of the first year, he took out the cup that Yan Hang bought for him, and shook it in front of him, "Did you see it, one, more than a hundred."

"Really?" Yan Hang smiled.

"Can you afford it?" Chu Yi said.

"I can't afford it." Yan Hang said.

"Drive well, the car, drive well, I will reward you with a touch later." Chu put the cup back into the bag.

"Thank you." Yan Hang nodded.

He leaned his head against the window glass and looked out.

In addition to his father's car, he has ridden in his aunt's car, but only rarely, and he has no special feeling for the position of the co-pilot.

For the first time today, felt that even with such a large SUV, the distance between the driver's seat and the co-driver is still very close.

He leaned against the car window, and he could still feel Yan Hang's body temperature on his left arm.

...seems a little too exaggerated?

He turned his head and glanced at it, confirming that he was hallucinating, they were both wearing coats, and the distance between them was enough to sit another person.

When Yan Hang turned his head towards him, he was suddenly embarrassed, and quickly lowered his eyelids, pretending to look at his hand.

Yan Hang continued to look forward. After a while, Yan Hang took another look here. Although the angle was not large, he still felt it.

When he was about to turn out of the parking lot, Yan Hang looked this way for the third time.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't help touching his face and asked.

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"My face, my face..." Chu Yi touched his head again, "It's still my head..."

"I'm looking at the rearview mirror." Yan Hang said.

"Oh." On the first day of the first day, he turned his body suddenly and put his face in front of the glass to ease the embarrassment.

The car passed a speed bump at this point, the body flipped, and his nose hit the glass very accurately.

"Ah." He frowned and whispered, covering his sore nose with his hands.

Yan Hang stopped the car, turned around and put his arms on the back of the chair to look at him: "The first day of the first year."

"Yeah." Chu Yi covered his nose and responded.

"Are you all right?" Yan Hang asked, "Why do you feel like you're a little lost?"

"Tired." Chu Chu said in a low voice.

"Let's go to sleep then." Yan Hang twisted beside his chair and pressed the backrest down with his hand.

On the first day of the first year, he leaned back and closed his eyes.

This is very good, closing his eyes and seeing Yan Hang, he is not so overwhelmed.

A gust of warm wind rushed over his face, and Yan Hang took off his jacket and put it on him.

He closed his eyes and touched it with his hands, then put his hands in the pockets of his coat. One pocket was a wallet and the other was a key, and he grabbed them all with his hands.

Since he was a child, he often listened to his father about various accidents while driving. In theory, he would be worried about a driver like Yan Hang who could drive but would not usually touch the car. He would often worry about his aunt driving.

But this time he was very steady.

Yan Hang's driving looks handsome, his movements seem stable, and he is very relaxed, so he can't see that he doesn't usually drive.

At the beginning of the first day of the new year, he would open his eyes from time to time to look at Yan Hang, and within a few minutes of getting on the highway, he fell asleep.

On the first day of the first day, he slept all the way, and when he got off the high-speed toll station, Yan Hang glanced at him, sleeping with his head sideways until his mouth was half-open.

Yan Hang stretched out his hand and pushed his chin up slightly, and hummed in a daze: "Ah?"

"It's a while," Yan Hang smiled, "Wake you up?"

"No." Chu Yi didn't open his eyes, and went back to sleep.

Yan Hang didn't speak to him again.

The first two days of the first day of the new year have been a little strange. He felt a little bit before he went home, and now this feeling is more obvious, but he couldn't find the reason for a while.

Yan Hang couldn't imagine how much pressure the home in the first year of junior high put on him, but as long as he thought of the old lady with earthworm eyebrows, he wanted to frown.

It is a miracle that a child who grows up in such a family can grow up to be like the first year of junior high school.

But the mood of the first day of the first year is definitely not just a trip back home.

When he was waiting for the red light, Yan Hang looked at him again. It was impossible to say that he couldn't hide his emotions on the first day of the first year. It's incomprehensible, but if you really can't hide your emotions... His emotions this time are really not well hidden.

Yan Hang felt that some of his guesses were unfounded, but he had such guesses when he said "I miss you so much" on the first day of the first day of the school.

I just thought of the nervous reaction of the first day of the first year when he asked if he was expressing for Zhou Chunyang before, which made him feel unlikely.

He always felt that he was quite accurate in seeing people, but he was a little incomprehensible in the first year of junior high school.

After all, he has always maintained various distances, near and far, and observed those around him with the eyes of an outsider.

The first year was not "those people".

The first day of the first day is a part of his life. Many times he feels that the first day of the first year is like a puppy. After feeding it something, he wants to be next to him, licking his hands and rubbing his head. , enjoy the close relationship that he may not have experienced in more than ten years.

He himself was very touched by this.

On the first day of the first year, apart from his father, he was the closest person to him. He was the one who would have such a strong "reluctance" when he left for the first time. Although it was not like the first day of the first year, only one day apart was like ten years. They meet again later, but he really likes to stay with the first year of the first year.

Touching his head, scratching his chin... The car in front stopped, and Yan Hang quickly stepped on the brakes.

On the first day of the first day, I sat up and said, "What's wrong!"

"It's a bit blocked." Yan Hang said.

"You are, aren't you leaving, Shen'er?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Yo," Yan Hang smiled, "how did you come to this conclusion?"

"Use in traffic jams, need to be in a hurry, brake?" The back of the first chair straightened, "I told you to brake, you almost came out of the brake, and slipped out."

"I lost my mind." Yan Hang nodded.

"Concentrate," the first day of the first year looked at him seriously, "you are only, after all, only a second, a knife."

"Okay." Yan Hang laughed.

"Seriously," the first day pointed to the front, "open."

"Don't sleep?" Yan Hang followed the car in front.

"Why, why are you sleeping?" Chu Yi rubbed his eyes, "I'll guide you, guide, navigate."

"Yes, yes, yes, there is a car," Yan Hang said with a smile, "it crashed before finishing talking."

"You bullied me, don't you have a special sense of accomplishment?" Chu Yi said.

"Yes," Yan Hang reached out and scratched his head twice, "it's very fun."

"Put your hand in the direction and put it on the plate!" said the first day.

"Okay!" Yan Hang grabbed the steering wheel.

When he arrived at the hotel, it was almost dinner time in the restaurant, and while he was still parking in the parking lot, Yan Hang's cell phone rang.

"Quick, I'll take you to the lounge," Yan Hang said while holding his phone, "I should be busy."

"Don't mind, mind me," the first day of the first year hurriedly waved, "I sleep in the car, the car, the car."

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

"...Also," Yan Hang handed him the car key, "Go to sleep, with the car window open."

"I know." Chu Yi smiled.

Yan Hang closed the car door and ran into the back door of the hotel while picking up the phone.

On the first day of the first day of junior high school, I was stunned in the car with the remote control for a long time. Although my father had been driving for a long time, he basically never sat on it, and he didn't know how to control it.

It stands to reason that it should be inserted in the car key and unscrewed the switch, and then opened some windows.

But after he put the car key in, he hesitated and didn't dare to turn it, for fear that the car would rush out in a swish, Cui Yi's car was very expensive at first glance, and he couldn't afford to pay for it.

Finally he opened the door a crack.

Just as was about to lie down and sleep for a while, the car started calling, beeping.

He had to sit up again and closed the door.

Just after thinking about it, let's just sleep like this, shouldn't die, someone knocked twice on the car window.

It's the hotel's security guard.

He opened the door with great embarrassment.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" the security guard asked.

"I'll wait, wait for someone," said the first day, "Yan, Yan Hang."

"Oh, wait for Xiaoyan." The security guard nodded.

"Can you open the window?" Chu Yi asked.

The security guard helped him open the car window a crack, and after walking away with a smile, he lay down on the chair on the first day of the school and sighed.

Shame on Xiaoyan.

Xiaoyan's friend can't even open the car window.

Xiaoyan's coat was not taken away.

On the first day of the first year, he took the coat and put it on himself and closed his eyes.

There is a smell of Xiaoyan on the coat, a very light perfume smell to be exact.

Xiao Yan is a very smug and particular person.

On the first day of the first day, he smiled. For some reason, when he heard someone call Yan Hang Xiaoyan, he would feel very satisfied.

"I just got out of the elevator," Yan Hang walked towards the parking lot while holding the phone. "Are you in a hurry? If you are not in a hurry, I will sign tomorrow."

"No hurry," Zhang Chen said, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"The Mid-Autumn Festival." Yan Hang said.

"Foreman Yan," Zhang Chen was stunned, "the Mid-Autumn Festival was yesterday."

"My Mid-Autumn Festival is today," Yan Hang smiled, "I'm hanging up."

Today he came out earlier than usual. There are still a lot of customers in the restaurant. Although there is nothing particularly important, he will definitely not leave in this situation. He will definitely wait for the customers to leave. just left.

But if it's the same today, the time spent in the car on the first day of the new year is a little too long.

Yan Hang walked to the side of the car and looked in from the half-open window. He slept quite soundly with his coat on on the first day of the school.

Looking at this style, it is estimated that haven't slept much in the past two days when got home.

Yan Hang knocked on the car window: "The first day of the first year."

On the first day of the first year, he opened his eyes and sat up while yawning: "Xiaoyan."

"...Hey." Yan Hang responded.

He took the remote control and pressed it on the first day of junior high school. He opened the car door, reached in and looked at the face of the first day of junior high school: "There are flowers on the face."

"Completely asleep, fell asleep." On the first day of the first day, he rubbed his face a little embarrassedly.

Yan Hang took a bucket of wet tissues from the glove box and put it on the lap of the first year of junior high school: "Wipe your face and wake up."

When he went around to the other side and got into the car, Chu Chu pulled out a wet tissue and was holding it in his hand to watch.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang started the car.

"So advanced, ah," said the first day of the first year, "it's like a roll, a roll of paper, came out?"

"Is it as high-level as rolling paper?" Yan Hang sighed, "Do you want it? I have it there too, bought it at the ten-yuan store."

"Yes." On the first day of the first day, he pulled out another one and wiped it on his face.

"Child." Yan Hang smiled.

"You are the most successful and mature." After thinking about it on the first day of the first year, he turned his head, "Xiaoyan."

"Why?" Yan Hang replied.

"You call, call me." Chu Yi said.

"Xiao Chu." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, a voice came out: "It's really ugly, it's better to be small, Xiaoyan is nice."

"Puppy." Yan Hang said.

"Hey." The first day responded.

"Wag your tail." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first year, while pulling the seat belt, he turned his hands behind him and shook it at him.

Yan Hang smiled and slapped his hand: "You are really cute."

When the car drove to the gate of the community, Cui Yi was already standing on the side of the road carrying a lot of things. Yan Hang lowered the window and looked at him: "You drive me?"

"You drive," Cui Yi opened the back door and got into the car, "It's fun for you."

"Hello Uncle Cui." On the first day of the first day, he turned around and said hello.

"It's better to be young," Cui Yi gave him another look after he finished speaking, "it seems like he's not a little bit anymore? It feels a little longer than the last time I saw him."

"Really?" Yan Hang turned his head to look at the first day.

Looked at him at first.

It was already dark at the moment, only the light coming in from the front illuminated half of the face, and the outline of the golden hair and the outline between the light and dark did not look like a puppy.

It has to be... a middle-of-the-road dog.

The first day of the new year was a little excited. Originally, they planned to have a meal and then go to the beach to watch the moon, but Cui Yi felt that it was more suitable to go directly to the beach. With a tent, they could eat directly until midnight.

This proposal surprised the first graders.

There are tents, and you can start watching the moon in advance.

When the car drove to the beach, he was lying by the window, staring outside, a little anxious.

Originally thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival was over, and there might not be anyone on the beach, but when they parked, they still saw more than a dozen parked cars on the first day of the new year.

"There are still a lot of people." Yan Hang got out of the car.

"Also, is there a place to put a tent?" Chu Yi jumped out of the car.

"Such a big beach," Cui Yi opened the car door and handed down a large bag of food, "if you have time, you can put up a tent on a table."

On the first day, he looked up at the sky.

The moon is huge.

very round.

I feel like can touch its head with hand.

The beach is very close to the road, and it didn't take long to step on the sea sand.

Under the moonlight, could see a lot of people and tents that had already been set up. was a little anxious on the first day of the new year, and walked at the front carrying things.

"Don't go forward," Yan Hang said, "the wind is strong, just be there next to it."

At first glance, there was an old fishing boat next to it. It was quite large. There was a small tent on the stern side, and there was a wide position on the bow side.

He didn't know how to set up a tent, so he could only watch Cui Yi and Yan Hang busy at the side.

After the tent was set up, Yan Hang opened the curtain: "Go in and lie down for a while? I think you're dying of anxiety."

I didn't speak on the first day of the first day, I felt like an arrow, it swooped in and lay on the mat.

The cushion is a moisture-proof cushion, which is very thin. When lying on it, you can feel the undulating beach below.

"How do you feel?" Yan Hang also got in, propped his arms beside him, and looked left and right.

"It's cool." On the first day of the first year, he turned his head and rested his head on the bulging pile of sand below, "Small nest."

"What kind of nest?" Yan Hang looked down at him.

"It's... a small shack," Chu Yi smiled, "it's very warm and warm."

Yan Hang also likes this feeling. In a very small space, you can feel the four walls and feel the package, which makes people feel safe.

He was probably because he was the only one at home many times, and it was a little empty, and in the first year of the new year, it was probably because there were too many people in the family, and there was no place for him.

Yan Hang reached out and touched his face: "I'll buy you a tent, you can take the dormitory and support you on the bed."

On the first day of the first year, he squinted his eyes, and at the moment when Yan Hang's hand touched his face, he suddenly felt an indescribable comfortable feeling.

Maybe it was because it was warm in the tent, maybe it was because he liked this kind of small space, maybe it was... He suddenly wanted to turn his head and kiss Yan Hang's hand.

This thought made him more flustered than when he found out that he missed Yan Hang very much.

After a second of trance, he panicked, his heart beating so hard that he could hardly breathe.

What exactly happened here!

"No, no," he shoved Yan Hang's arm, "how stupid, ah."

"...Oh." Yan Hang was stunned.

"Let's put a cushion here?" Cui Yi asked outside the tent, "Or should I eat it directly inside?"

"Let's eat outside," Yan Hang stepped back, "Don't you have to look at the moon?"

"Well," Cui Yi flipped through the things they brought over, "Is there a small alcohol stove that you haven't brought?"

"Where is it," Yan Hang asked, "I'll get it."

"In the trunk." Cui Yi said.

Yan Hang got up and walked over to the parking lot.

After walking to the car, he lit a cigarette and leaned against the door.

He was a little embarrassed when he was pushed away by the first one just now.

I don't know if it's because I'm no longer a child in the first day of junior high, and I can no longer accept his way of touching puppies and teasing children, or because of other reasons.

In short, he was a little embarrassed by the sudden rejection.

He took the lighter and turned it on, off, on and off again.

You bastard, if it was put on last year, would never dare to do such arrogant actions on the first day of the new year.

Now it's really a dog brother, it's amazing.

Very cool.

Gee.

Footsteps came from behind the car, with a rustling sound.

Yan Hang quickly reached into his pocket and grasped the key, pinching a small iron vertebra hanging from the key between his fingers.

"Yan Hang?" The voice of the first day came over.

"Here," Yan Hang responded, seeing the first day turning from the back of the car, his hand in his pocket released the key, "Why did you come here?"

He didn't say anything on the first day of the first day, just stood beside him.

"Is it embarrassing to be with Uncle Cui?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," said the first day, "others are special, very nice."

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang looked over there, only to see a vague figure of Cui Yi, not knowing what he was busy with.

"Hold it for you, the stove." Chu Yi said.

"Do you still need help with an alcohol stove?" Yan Hang laughed, "Do you think it's a coal stove?"

On the first day of the first year, he didn't speak or laugh with him, just drooping his eyelids.

"Then help me get it, but it's sinking," Yan Hang opened the trunk, "A handsome guy like us who can't hold a dog..."

"If," on the first day of the first year, he turned his head to look at him, "Zhou Chunyang..."

Zhou Chunyang again?

Yan Hang held the trunk door, helpless.

I feel like I should find a time to invite Zhou Chunyang out to beat him.

"What happened to Zhou Chunyang?" Yan Hang sighed.

"If he tells you that he is happy and likes you," the first day bit his lip and frowned, "what would you do, how would you answer him?"

Yan Hang was stunned.

He suddenly realized that the strange emotions in the first year of the first year of the first year should have started after Zhou Chunyang told him about it?

"Didn't I say it," he took out the alcohol stove and handed it to the first grader, "I don't hate it or dislike it."

"It's not this, this... Yes, yes," said the first day of the first year, holding the alcohol stove, with great difficulty. "He wants to be the one. Ask him face to face. What do you say, how do you respond, and answer?"

Yan Hang stared at the first day of the first year, trying to determine the answer he really wanted behind this question.

He had never discussed such an embarrassing topic with the first year of junior high school. Compared with the answer to this question, the more important thing was why the first day of junior high school asked this question.

On the first day of junior high, hope to know how he would answer a boy's confession.

On the first day of the first year, when he touched his face, he pushed his hand away very dogmatically.

"Aren't you homophobic?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Ah?" Chu Yi also looked at him with a bewildered face, "Homophobia, what?"

"Just because you hate gays and want to keep a distance from them?" Yan Hang said.

"No, no." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang closed the trunk and thought about it, "If he came to tell me that he liked me, I would probably say thank you."

I looked at him on the first day of the first day, and after a while, I asked, "Is it gone?"

"No," Yan Hang said, "what else can I say, it's all in the words "thank you", all fools will understand... let's go and eat the moon."