"Now your work is all done by Zhang Chen," Sister Wang said. "She will report to you once a day. If you have any questions, just tell her."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Hurry up and get well, I don't usually think that I was exhausted just yesterday," Zhang Chen said. "When I get used to it and don't get tired, I should usurp the throne."

"Hurry up," Yan Hang said, "I just applied to go to the kitchen."

"Sister Wang, look at this person," Zhang Chen sighed. "What is the attraction of the back kitchen? It's already the foreman here. It's quite annoying to think about going to the back kitchen and starting as a handyman."

"That's my hobby." Yan Hang smiled.

"I'm afraid it won't work in the near future. The restaurant is just on the right track," Sister Wang said. "The director is very satisfied. I'm afraid you won't agree after submitting the application... I want to come and see you with us today. "

"Hey, don't," Yan Hang was startled, "this level is too high."

"Don't worry, Manager Tang asked me to stop him if he wanted to come," Sister Wang smiled, "I know you can't stand this, we won't stay for long today, we'll be leaving in a while."

Yan Hang didn't expect to have colleagues to visit at all. In fact, this is a very normal thing, but because he has never worked anywhere for such a long time, he has no such concept.

When Sister Wang said she would leave in a while, he was relieved.

He is quite used to it now, standing in the restaurant every day, watching the people coming and going in front of him, pulling the corners of his mouth and smiling to deal with various emergencies... These are the scenes he would try to avoid in the past , The chaotic crowd will make him stress soar.

And now he can force himself to integrate into the "normal" work life, trying to adapt to the colleagues, leaders, guests that appear in life...

Just still feel tired, although no one can see it.

Except for the first year of junior high, it is difficult for him to face other people easily. He doesn't know when this state will change, maybe it will be like this all his life.

After Sister Wang and Zhang Chen left, he lay down on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief.

"The flowers are very beautiful," he stood in front of the bedside table on the first day of the first day and took out a small card from the bouquet, "I wish Yan Hang a good morning, a speedy recovery and recovery."

"What is that big bag?" Yan Hang asked.

"Let's see," opened the big gift bag that Sister Wang brought, "Wow, there's a lot to eat."

"What?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Cookies, egg rolls," took them out the same way on the first day of the new year, several very beautiful boxes, "Feng, pineapple cake..."

"I love pineapple cakes," Yan Hang said, "do you have anything to eat?"

"I don't know, I haven't, I've never eaten it," said the first day, "but I don't, I don't like sweets."

"The other ones," Yan Hang whispered, "for Uncle."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

The uncle refused very happily, saying no, he didn't seem to know what to say on the first day of the first year, so he kept handing the bag to the uncle and said two words: "Take it."

Yan Hang looked at the old man wanting to laugh, and when he went to the toilet to wash the towel at the end of the first day, the uncle smiled and said, "Thank you, little brother."

"You're welcome, I can't eat that much." Yan Hang smiled.

"Your brother," said the uncle, "is very... upright."

"Huh?" Yan Hang thought about what he looked like on the first day of the first year, and couldn't help but smile again.

"It seems that he will be angry if I push him again," the uncle said. "He looks like a very kind little brother."

"So don't push him. If you push him again, you might hit someone." Yan Hang said.

The uncle smiled and patted his chest exaggeratedly. When he saw the towel coming out on the first day of the first day, he reached out to pick it up: "Wipe yourself, I'll come."

"I'm coming," the first day of the first year still had no expression on his face, and he smiled as if he remembered when he walked to the bed, "I'll try."

"Then try," the uncle said. "I'll go to the office and ask the doctor if the gastric tube can be pulled out today, and then I can eat some liquid food."

"Okay." Chu nodded slightly.

The wounds on Yan Hang's body were changed, and the color of the wounds around the wounds that had been dyed by the medicine became lighter.

In the first year of junior high school, I couldn't be as neat as my uncle, so I could only try my best to make my movements less clumsy.

When holding Yan Hang's hand and wiping his arm, Yan Hang leaned on the bed and sighed, "I really want to take a bath... It's so uncomfortable..."

"Two more, two days." Chu Yi said.

"You should bring my perfume, I can spray it to cover the smell." Yan Hang said.

"You don't have any taste," said the first day of the first year, "it's not summer, summer."

Yan Hang sighed.

On the first day of the new year, he lifted the quilt and was about to wipe Yan Hang's legs, but he was a little hesitant when he grabbed his trousers.

"I'm wearing underwear," Yan Hang bent one leg and straightened it slightly, "Take it off and wipe it, I just changed into sweatpants, which are not elastic and uncomfortable to wear."

... this action.

He didn't read any pornographic novels, nor porn comics, nor any pornographic videos on the first day of the first day of the new school. At this moment, he couldn't even find a similar scene in his mind, but at least one moment flashed through his mind. One hundred and eighty blood spurts.gif.

All kinds of spray, fancy spray, nose nozzle spray seven orifice spray.

He really wanted to kneel on the spot and kowtow to Yan Hang.

It's not a good feeling, repeatedly having various associations and uncontrollable physiological reactions in extremely inappropriate scenes.

It made him embarrassed, embarrassed, embarrassed, and even a little disgusted with his reaction as if he had taken some shameful medicine wrong.

He put down the towel, took the opportunity to get Yan Hang's pants, opened the cabinet door, hid himself behind the door, closed his eyes and sighed softly, trying to calm himself down.

In fact, it doesn't have much impact, these reactions are always so uncontrollable, and sometimes you may be able to raise your head when you stretch, but in this case, it's just unbearable.

Can't bear it.

Make him feel like a pervert.

"You..." Yan Hang called out to him, but there was no sound before he finished speaking.

He suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and pulled out Yan Hang's trousers. While closing the cabinet door, he found that the cabinet had two floors, and he opened the upper cabinet door.

Only cover his upper body.

And his shameful lower body was completely unobstructed in front of Yan Hang, and it was still a straight profile.

Although it wasn't such a violent reaction, he was wearing thin sweatpants, with such a standard sideways... Yan Hang must have seen it.

His whole body was stiff, so he just stood in front of the cabinet, staring at the closed cabinet door, not daring to turn his head towards Yan Hang.

"The first day of the first day," Yan Hang felt that he couldn't be so stalemate anymore. Although he didn't know what to do, he still called Chu Chu, "Come here."

When he came over holding his pants on the first day of the first year, his knuckles were a little white due to the force, and he walked a little smoothly.

Walking to the bedside, he didn't say anything on the first day of the first year, and put his pants on his leg stiffly. Yan Hang tried his best to make his movements smaller. When he was covered with the quilt, the legs of his trousers were still tight, but he could only endure it first.

The embarrassing reaction on the first day of the new year should be because of him, but he is not very sure about which action or part has the magical effect. After all, he will not do the same thing in his previous series because he saw other men. There is a physiological response to any action.

... Of course, he didn't see it either.

"Puppy, come here." Yan Hang beckoned to the first day.

On the first day of the new year, he moved to his side with difficulty, but before he spoke, the uncle and two nurses who accompanied him came in with a tray.

"It's time to extubate," a nurse looked at the sign on his bedside. "Do you feel bloated?"

"No." Yan Hang replied.

I don't know when let it go again on the first day of the first year.

"Okay," the nurse nodded, "you hold your breath when I say hold your breath in a moment, in case any liquid drips into the trachea."

"Well." Yan Hang responded.

"Will it hurt?" Chu Yi asked next to him.

"It was pulled out without feeling, very quickly," the nurse smiled, "it won't hurt."

"Oh." The first day of the first year leaned against the cabinet and nodded.

After pulling out the tube, Yan Hang felt that his whole body was much more relaxed, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out: "Comfortable."

"I have to eat liquid food these days, and then semi-liquid." The nurse said.

"Well, I ordered a sick meal for him." The uncle said.

After the nurse went out, Yan Hang wanted to call the first day of the first year to comfort him, but the uncle who accompanied him kept stomping beside him, and he couldn't speak.

On the first day of junior high, was leaning against the cabinet, not knowing what was thinking.

After being silent for several minutes, there was suddenly some noise in the corridor. The uncle turned his head and listened to the outside: "Why is it noisy? I'll go take a look."

After the uncle went out, Yan Hang took a look at the first day of the first year, walked over with his head down, and sat on the chair beside his bed.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang raised his hand, wanting to scratch his head, but hesitated a bit.

"No." On the first day of the first day, he quickly brought his head to his hand.

He smiled, scratched his head on the first day of the first year of the first year, and threw himself on the edge of the bed, and buried his face in his arm. arrive."

"Well," Yan Hang looked at him and found that his ears were all red, and he wanted to laugh a little bit, but he couldn't quite laugh when he thought about it, "It's nothing, gentlemen, isn't this normal."

He didn't make a sound on the first day, and he was still lying on his back.

Yan Hang is not even good at comforting people, let alone enlightening people. Looking at the first day of the first year like this, he simply doesn't know what to say next.

"Do you think, I am a pervert." Chu Yi's voice was still muffled, and he could be heard very depressed.

"Where did your attitude change?" Yan Hang sighed softly, "Isn't this a normal physiological reaction, the pants will be hard if you rub them twice..."

"I didn't before, it wasn't like this." The first day of the first year was still very depressed.

"Aren't you a puppy before, you are now..." Yan Hang organized the language with great difficulty, "Big, big dog."

"Why are you stuttering?" said the first day.

Yan Hang laughed: "Damn, I was actually stuttered by a stammer."

He laughed twice and seemed to have pulled the wound again. When he was about to cover it, he reached out his hand to cover his wound on the first day of the first day, but he still didn't lift his head, so he just lay on the bedside and stretched his arm to press his wound.

It's hard for Yan Hang to describe his current mood. The performance of the first year of junior high really doesn't look like an ordinary puppy rubbing his legs and chirping. Even if he doesn't want to guess, he can already feel it.

So he is at a loss now.

Just very distressed.

He wouldn't have any disgust, but he couldn't give the answer he wanted in the first year so lightly.

And it seems that on the first day of the first year, he just wanted to let him know, he couldn't bear it and needed to say it, and he didn't show how much he expected his response.

Maybe not expect it.

"June 1," he put his hand on the first hand, "I don't know what to say..."

"Needless to say," said the first day, "I didn't, I didn't... just treat me like I didn't say anything, didn't say anything."

Yan Hang was silent.

"I don't, I don't like you." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang smiled.

"Prodigal, still, always insomnia," said the first day, "still, still, still, always..."

"What is it?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"No," the first day of the first year was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice suddenly took on a nasal tone, "You are too, well, I'll look for it, but I can't find anything wrong."

Yan Hang patted the back of his hand lightly, and the puppy was crying again.

This needs to be replaced. Every day cry when have nothing to do, and he kicks it away early.

But don't know why, every time he cried on the first day of the first year, he wouldn't feel annoyed, he would just find it cute, and at most he didn't know how to comfort him.

But today's first day of crying was very short, probably because in the hospital, the escorting uncles and nurses could push the door at any time.

"Really, I cried less when I was a child," the first day of the first year grabbed the tissue on the bedside table, "It's annoying."

"The first day of the first year," Yan Hang picked up one of his fingers and pinched it gently, "I've been running around with my dad, saying it's fun, it's fun, seeing the world, what kind of person, what kind of thing , I've seen it all."

On the first day of the first day of the first year, went back to the bed and turned face to listen to him.

"I'd say I'm lonely, it's really lonely," said Yan Hang, "I would like to be alone most of the time, stop, read books, listen to music, and no one is the best, but I don't want to be alone. I have to be alone when I go..."

"That's why I've always wanted to have siblings," said Yan Hang, "the kind that are very good, when I wave my hand when I'm bored, the gadgets will go away, and when I'm bored, when I wave my hand, the gadgets will jump. coming……"

"You are very, very able to think," said the first day of the first year.

Yan Hang smiled and flicked on his hand: "I just wanted to say, you are very good, I have always thought that you are my brother."

Chu Chu whispered: "Stammering brother, my brother also wants to, do you want it?"

"Can you listen to me?" Yan Hang said, "Don't stammer, we have to fight once a day."

The first day did not speak.

"I said so much just to tell you," Yan Hang said, "I never thought that there would be feelings beyond this range between the two of us. I didn't think about it at all."

On the first day of the first day, he bit his lip and said nothing.

"So I don't know how to answer you," Yan Hang said, "I..."

"No, no, no," he sat up straight on the first day of the first year, "I don't, don't want you to answer, answer, I don't need... No, no..."

"Oh." Yan Hang looked at him.

Yan Hang is really a very nice person, very nice and very kind.

On the first day of the first day, he never thought that Yan Hang would tell him so much, because he was afraid that he would be uncomfortable and embarrassed.

In fact, when he said that sentence, he didn't have any idea, he just felt that he couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to say it.

He no longer wanted Yan Hang's answer, he didn't want it at all, and he even hoped that he hadn't said the words to Yan Hang that day.

He just wants to stay with Yan Hang easily. When Yan Hang is unhappy, he can make Yan Hang happy, and when he is unhappy, Yan Hang will comfort him.

If Yan Hang just wanted a remote control brother, he would also be willing to be that kind of brother.

He didn't know what kind of existence he was to Yan Hang. He only hoped that when Yan Hang was with him, he would be relaxed and without any pressure.

Even the pressure of being liked but not knowing how to deal with it.

"When will I be discharged from the hospital?" Yan Hang asked when the doctor came to round the room.

"Is it a bit boring to stay?" The doctor asked with a smile.

"Well," Yan Hang sighed, "I'm about to die."

"It's only been less than a week," the doctor said. "If you stick to it for a few more days, your physical fitness is very good, and in a few days you can be discharged from the hospital and go home for recuperation."

"How many days?" Yan Hang asked.

"Observe and observe," said the doctor, "body is important, don't take it seriously."

The body is of course important, but for Yan Hang, emotions are more important.

He has been chatting cheerfully with people every day these days, with the first year of junior high school, with the uncle who escorted him, with the nurse, but no matter how hard he pretended to be happy, he felt that his mood was getting lower and lower every day. It's already bottomed out.

"I'll accompany you out, go out for a walk." On the first day of the first day, he pushed a wheelchair into the ward.

"I can go," Yan Hang smiled, "I don't need this thing now."

"Go to the garden, push you over, go there and then go by yourself." Chu Yi said.

"Okay." Yan Hang slowly got out of bed and sat in a wheelchair.

On the first day of the first day, he pushed him into the elevator, went downstairs, and strolled into the small leisure garden between the back buildings of the hospital.

Usually there should be a lot of patients coming here to breathe, but today it has cooled down a lot, and there is no one except them.

"Is it cold?" Chu pulled the thick coat on him.

"It's not cold, it's fine without the wind." Yan Hang said.

"It's not here, it's better than home, over there," said the first day of the first year, "the heating will be provided next month."

"Why, are you too cold to sleep?" Yan Hang asked with a smile.

"It's getting colder day by day," Chu Yi zipped up his jacket, "I'm quite afraid, it's cold."

"There is an electric blanket in the closet. If you want to get cold, put that on." Yan Hang said.

"No," Chu Yi shook his head, "it's not safe, what if it's cooked, what should I do?"

"I just ate." Yan Hang said.

Chu Yi put his hand in front of him: "Here."

Yan Hang looked at his hand and said, "Wipe."

On the first day of the new year, he took out a pack of wet tissues from his pocket. Since Yan Hang was hospitalized, he was forced to develop a very particular habit of taking wet tissues with him wherever he went, because the particular Yan Hang would let him wipe it here when he had nothing to do with it. Wipe, wipe there.

He took out a wet towel, wiped his hands, and handed it to Yan Hang again.

Yan Hang opened his mouth to bite.

He suddenly withdrew his hand when Yan Hang touched his hand.

Not because was afraid of getting hands dirty, but a burst of soreness that jumped up from fingertips and quickly spread to shoulders at this moment.

He put his hands back in his pockets and squeezed the small steel rod in his pocket.

"Stingy." Yan Hang smiled.

"I just found out today, do you?" On the first day of the first day, he sat on the stone bench opposite him.

"Have you been in class?" Yan Hang asked, "Go back to school tomorrow?"

"I asked for leave," said the first day, hesitating, he didn't know how to tell the people in the dormitory the reason for his leave, "Today, the people in the dormitory are still asking me, I don't know why, what? Say."

"Just say I'm hospitalized." Yan Hang said.

"Can you tell?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"There's nothing to say about this," Yan Hang smiled, "I was stabbed by the robber."

"...Oh." Chu nodded slightly.

"I don't need to keep guarding now..." Yan Hang suddenly paused in the middle of his words, turned his head and glanced to the side.

On the first day of the first day, he also glanced over there.

There is the fire exit of the inpatient department. No one is going there. At first glance, saw someone walking in there quickly.

This walking pose!

He suddenly remembered the person who ran away in front of him that day, and at this moment, the person seemed to be a little swaying when he ran...

On the first day of the new year, he jumped up from the stone bench and jumped over the half-person-high bushes with a kick of his legs and rushed towards the fire escape. Yan Hang almost applauded him and then called out a hello.

Although he knew that he would practice boxing on the first day of the first year, he would fight, and he was famous in the school, but this was the first time he had seen such a beautiful skill on the first day of the first year with his own eyes.

Flowing clouds and water in one go.

Very handsome.

Two seconds later, he came back to his senses and wanted to stop the first year of the first year, but the wound on his waist and lower abdomen was not yet healed, so he couldn't shout.

Stupid dog!

What if someone stabs your brother again at this moment!

Yan Hang touched the pocket of his coat, but there was nothing there.

He looked around and saw a cleaning lady who was pushing a garbage truck passing by, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Before the eldest cleaning sister came to his side, she ran back from the fire escape on the first day of the first day of the first year.

"Flying around," Yan Hang looked at him, "Where's the COS boomerang?"

"Scared me to death," he hugged him with the back of the wheelchair in the first one, "I ran, halfway through the run, and suddenly thought yes, no, sound, sound..."

"East hits the west," Yan Hang helped him finish his words, "so you came back."

"Well," Chu nodded slightly, "the foot is twisted, twisted."

"Trash," Yan Hang reached into his jacket and rubbed his back through the clothes, "Sit down."

"It's that person!" On the first day of the first day, he looked around, then stared at the fire escape, and sat down for a long time, "It's him!"

"Well," Yan Hang looked at his feet, "Look at the feet first."

On the first day of the first year, while looking around vigilantly, he stretched out his hand to take off his shoes. As soon as he grabbed the upper of the shoe with force, he immediately gasped and his face was twisted.

"Pain?" Yan Hang moved towards him with the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Ah," Biting his lip on the first day of the first day, he untied the shoelaces and took off the shoes, "a little bit."

Yan Hang was a little surprised when he saw his swollen ankle: "How did you come back?"

"No, I know." Chu Yi said.