He never twisted his foot on the first day of the new year. He was often kicked out before, but every time he ran, he never twisted his foot.

The ground in that piece was flat, and there was no debris. He didn't know why he swayed as if he had stepped on the ground.

The man didn't run very fast, but the fire exit was the hall where the inpatient department went through the formalities. There were a lot of people. When I continued to rush past in the first day of the new year, I couldn't see anyone. I wanted to go out and have a look, but I thought of Yan When Hang was sitting alone in the small garden, he broke out in a cold sweat.

When running back, he stared at Yan Hang's surroundings. He even stared at the cleaning sister several times, for fear that the cleaning sister would suddenly raise her hand to tear off the wig and pull out a machine gun from under the car.

It wasn't until he was about to take off his shoes that he realized that his ankle was so painful that he couldn't even touch it. Usually, such a movement that he would not feel any force was so painful that he sweated.

"Go and make a number," Yan Hang stood up, "Let's go."

"No, don't worry," the first day of the first year also stood up quickly, bent his sprained foot, and looked around, feeling that it was not safe here, "I'll take it off first, and take you back."

"I..." Yan Hang frowned, wanting to bend over to look at his feet.

"Hey, don't, don't move." Chu Yi grabbed his arm.

"I'll be discharged from the hospital in a few days," Yan Hang said, "I won't even move when I come to your place?"

"I'll take you back, back to the ward." Chu Yi stuffed the shoe he took off.

It failed, it couldn't be stuffed back, and it was painful.

He had to hand the shoe to Yan Hang: "You take it, take it."

"Sit down," Yan Hang sighed, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number, "Uncle, come down, here in the small garden, my brother's foot is twisted... um, it's serious, you push him to go. Let's see... ok."

"Then, that person," on the first day of the first year, raised his arms around Yan Hang's back, "can you let the police, Uncle Police adjust the supervision, monitor the arrest, get up?"

"Don't worry about it," Yan Hang said, "I'll tell Cui Yi later..."

"Why don't you tell me! Don't worry about it!" The first day of the first year was anxious, and he couldn't help raising his voice, staring at Yan Hang, "Why, why don't I care! Ah!"

Yan Hang seemed startled by him and turned to look at him.

He was a little embarrassed for a moment, and when he was about to speak again, Yan Hang also yelled at him: "Foot!"

After shouting this word, Yan Hang stopped, and then his voice returned to the original, but his tone was still fierce: "It's all like that, you still care about that person! If I told you to leave it alone, leave it alone! I'll let you go now. Look at your feet! Just fucking look at your feet! Do you understand?"

"Understood." Chu nodded slightly.

"Don't yell at me!" Yan Hang leaned in front of him and said fiercely, "I just can't exert myself right now, or I can yell so that you go back there and run over again."

"Ah," glanced at him for the first time, "inner, not enough inner strength?"

"Go away," Yan Hang said with a sullen face for a while, and finally laughed, "Go go go..."

The escort uncle came over quickly, pushed the first day of the first year with a wheelchair, and sent Yan Hang back to the ward first.

"Don't go out, go out." Chu Yi said.

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

"I'm very familiar with the hospital," the uncle pushed the first day of the first year out. "You don't need to register, just go to the orthopaedic ward to find a doctor first, and let him deal with it."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"Thank you," the uncle smiled, "it's not too much trouble."

After seeing that he was pushed away on the first day of the first day, Yan Hang did not close the door of the ward. His hospital bed was next to the door, and the nurse station was diagonally opposite. As long as the door was not closed, the nurse could see any movement.

He sat back on the bed and called Cui Yi.

"Are you sure?" Cui Yi was a little surprised.

"Sure," Yan Hang said, "I recognized it on the first day of the first year."

"I'll get in touch with the police again," Cui Yi said. "Last time, the surveillance couldn't find it. This time in the hospital, I should be able to photograph it more clearly."

"It's useless to recognize someone," Yan Hang frowned, "If this person doesn't have a criminal record, he doesn't know what he looks like and who he is."

"Let me arrange a transfer for you." Cui Yi said.

"No," Yan Hang looked out the door, "he doesn't have that ability, and I feel like he..."

"He's waiting for your dad to appear." Cui Yi said.

"Do you think so too?" Yan Hang bit his lip.

"Well," Cui Yi said, "but your dad won't take the bait."

"Yes, old fox." Yan Hang smiled.

"You have to be careful now," Cui Yi said. "I can't find anywhere to hide you. It's useless to hide. You are in the clear."

"I don't hide," Yan Hang said. "If I hadn't been distracted that day, he wouldn't have been able to approach me."

"You have the same madness as your father," Cui Yi sighed, "Then you'd better not be distracted."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

distracted.

Yes, that day was distracted by the first day.

But he didn't care too much, but he was afraid that he would feel guilty about this on the first day of the first year.

Today, when he saw the rush of the first day of the new year, he felt very sorry, and he was especially afraid that something might happen to him when he rushed over to the first day of the first year of the new year. Although the first day of the first year seemed to be very capable of fighting, after all, he did not have any experience in street fighting. If he is a little yin, he may suffer.

What kind of role did Dad play in this incident, he still can't figure it out. Maybe he just came to help drive a car. He was forced or deceived. It's possible. figure.

But on the first day of the new year, he didn't think so. Yan Hang could feel that he had always had a strong sense of guilt, even though it had nothing to do with him.

This character is not a dog at all.

When he was pushed back to the ward by the uncle on the first day of junior high, he was no longer a dog, and his feet were bandaged.

"Is there something wrong with the bones?" Yan Hang was stunned when he saw it.

"No," the uncle said, "it's packed with medicine, and after taking a film, the bones are fine, but the ligaments are strained, and it will be inconvenient to walk for a while."

"No," the first day of the first year stood up and jumped to the bed in one step, "Look."

"Let me borrow a crutch for you," the uncle said. "It can be faster to jump up."

"Okay." Chu Yi smiled.

"If you want to come these days," Yan Hang said softly, "just take a taxi, I'll reimburse you, don't be reluctant to pay."

"Well," Chu nodded slightly, then looked at him again after thinking about it, "I still haven't reported the money for my mobile phone."

"Ouch," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, took out his wallet and handed it to him, "take the card yourself."

"Where's the password?" Chu Yi asked.

"The first six of your mobile phone number." Yan Hang said.

"My?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "this card was given to me by my dad. The password I set before was very strange, and I can't remember it. It was troublesome to withdraw money last time, so I changed it."

"Oh." Chu Yi looked down at Ka.

When he took Yan Hang's card to withdraw money in the lobby of the hospital, at first glance at the balance, it was almost 100,000. For him, it was a huge sum of money.

When he got the money back to the ward, he almost put the card in his mouth. He was very nervous all the way, and jumped quickly on the crutches. I can walk much faster than if my feet weren't hurt.

It wasn't until he entered the ward that he realized that he stole the card, and there was no password.

For the past two days, Yan Hang has been eating liquid food. The so-called liquid food is porridge and the like. It should be very painful for Yan Hang, a food lover.

When he put the card back in Yan Hang's wallet, Yan Hang was fascinated by a bowl of rice soup.

"Don't want to eat?" Chu Yi asked.

"Wait to let it cool down and drink it in one breath," Yan Hang said. "You can eat something. Uncle will go get some food in a while and let him get you a copy?"

"Yeah." Nodding at the beginning, he has no appetite these days, and he doesn't want to eat when he returns to Yan Hang's house. If he sits here and eats with Yan Hang, he seems to have an appetite again.

The uncle came back with two double-cooked pilaf. The two of them surrounded the hospital bed, with Yan Hang and his rice soup in the middle. This scene was a bit sad.

"I want to eat twice-cooked pork." Yan Hang said.

"It's too oily," the uncle said. "You also have meat in it, but it's just juicy."

"Can that still be considered meat?" Yan Hang stirred the rice soup with a spoon, "I'm not afraid of oil, I want to eat meat."

"Be strong." On the first day of the first day, he ate quickly, trying to eat as fast as possible to avoid stimulating Yan Hang for a long time.

"Fuck off." Yan Hang laughed.

It was very fast on the first day of the new year, and within a few minutes there was the last small piece of meat left in the lunch box. He took it and was about to put it in his mouth when he found Yan Hang staring at him.

"Huh?" He looked at Yan Hang.

"Give it to me." Yan Hang said.

At first glance, I saw the diced meat about the size of a small fingernail on the tip of the chopsticks: "Do you want to eat it?"

"Give it to me," Yan Hang glared at him, "Hurry up."

He hesitated for a while on the first day of the first day, and then put the meat cubes to his mouth, and Yan Hang took it away in one gulp.

"Can you chew, can you chew?" Chu Yi asked.

Yan Hang stopped after chewing for a while, and sighed, "I've already disappeared."

"Tomorrow will be fine," the uncle laughed. "The meal I ordered for you tomorrow will not be this one."

After eating, he leaned against the bed on the first day of the first day to watch TV with Yan Hang.

The patient in the next bed had just changed the ward, and no new patients came in at the moment. The uncle went to the next door to chat with fellow villagers, so he and Yan Hang were left in the ward.

For a long time, he hadn't been so quiet with Yan Hang.

Although the TV was boring, and although his feet were a little sore and he had to sit on the chair next to him, he felt comfortable.

The phone rang, and Li Ziqiang sent a message.

- we're all back, what's the matter with you? Chunyang said you were on leave?

-Well, Yan Hang was hospitalized and I took three days off to take care of me

He replied to Li Ziqiang according to Yan Hang's instructions.

Within two seconds, Li Ziqiang called directly.

"Who?" Yan Hang asked beside him.

"Li Ziqiang," said the first day, "I said you live, you're hospitalized..."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "if they come to see me, let them bring something to eat, any kind of seafood noodles and seafood porridge."

"No seafood, can't you?" The first day looked at him.

"Go ahead." Yan Hang yawned.

"What's the matter with you on the first day of the new year?" Li Ziqiang asked immediately as soon as the call was connected, "Do you still take us as friends?"

"What?" Chu Yi was stunned.

"Chunyang said that you said something was wrong a few days ago. Did Brother Hang go to the hospital a few days ago?" Li Ziqiang asked.

"Yeah." Chu Yi replied.

"Then you're going too far!" Li Ziqiang was very dissatisfied. "Chunyang and the others are all locals. You can help out if you just say anything! You're too boring to say nothing."

"...Ah." On the first day of the first year, he didn't know how to answer, and it was not interesting if he couldn't understand why.

"Ah what," Li Ziqiang said, "Tomorrow we will go to the hospital to visit Brother Hang. If you have anything to help you, just ask."

"No, no, it's such a guest..." On the first day of the first year, he wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Yan Hang.

"Let them bring me food." Yan Hang said.

At first glance at him.

"Eat, there is meat." Yan Hang said.

"Then you bring something to eat," Chu Yi had to repeat to Li Ziqiang, "he drinks rice soup fast, he's crazy."

Li Ziqiang laughed very loudly over there: "No problem, it's wrapped in Chunyang!"

"Semi-liquid food," he added quickly on the first day of the first year, "He..."

"What kind of hospital is he in?" Zhou Chunyang's voice came from there.

"...Being beaten, robbed." He glanced at Yan Hang for the first time.

"Knife wound?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned.

"Yeah." Chu Yi replied.

"Okay, semi-liquid food, right?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"Then chicken noodles or something? Then make a steamed egg or something? Pumpkin and millet paste should also work," Zhou Chunyang said. "I'm just telling me I'm hungry."

"Okay." Just finished eating on the first day of the first day, which made him feel a little greedy.

The people in the dormitory probably didn't feel anything about truancy. They thought they would come at noon on the first day of the first day, but a group of people arrived not long after he entered the ward in the early morning.

"Fuck me?" Zhang Qiang was stunned when he saw him. "What happened to your feet? Were you two robbed together?"

"No," Chu Yi smiled, "accidentally."

"I'll condolences to you later," Li Ziqiang squeezed to the bedside carrying a pocket with several lunch boxes. "Brother Hang is greedy, right? Hurry up, eat first, it's still hot."

"Thank you." Yan Hang said.

"Thank you for telling us. Originally, we wanted to buy high-end nutritional products," Li Ziqiang said. "When you say you want to eat these, it's a lot of money, and it's not even a hundred yuan if you add it."

"It's a big tone," Yan Hang said, "One hundred yuan is not a big deal."

"Just got back from home," Zhou Chunyang said with a smile while standing beside the wall, "It's all big money."

"Brother Hang," Hu Biao sat down beside the bed, "Tell me, what's the matter, the robber can still hurt you?"

"Several people surrounded me," Yan Hang opened a lunch box, it should be chicken shredded noodles, very fragrant, you can smell the fragrance when you stand by the door in the first day, Yan Hang eats and flickers, "I'm too busy."

"It's better to give money at this time, or you won't suffer too much," Hu Biao sighed, "Where is the injury?"

"Stomach," Yan Hang glanced at Li Ziqiang next to him, "what's wrong with your face? Who else... Zhang Qiang?"

"Don't mention it," Zhang Qiang waved his hand. "As soon as I go back to school, I'll fight a goddamn battle first."

"The ones I saw last time?" Yan Hang asked.

A few people talked about it, probably as soon as they got back to school, they ran into a few people from 404 wandering around the door of their dormitory, so they made a move when they didn't get along. His hatred joined the battle, fighting from the fourth floor to the third floor and then back to the fourth floor from the third floor.

At first glance at Zhou Chunyang, he found a bloody hole on his neck.

"Why did you twist your foot?" Zhou Chunyang turned his head and asked.

"Step on, it's empty." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Zhou Chunyang looked at him, sighed, and whispered, "If something like this happens in the future, just say it, even if we are all students, we can't help much, we can still run errands or something. what."

"Well." Chu Yi smiled.

"Have you lost all your weight?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him again, "Why do I feel like you've lost weight?"

"Is there?" Chu Yi touched his face.

"Well, it's not much thinner than Yan Hang." Zhou Chunyang said.

On the first day of the new year, he didn't speak, but glanced at Zhou Chunyang.

Zhou Chunyang stood by the wall when he entered the door, but he could still see that Yan Hang was thin or not!

None of these people found that Yan Hang was thin, but Zhou Chunyang actually saw that Yan Hang was thin!

He looked at Zhou Chunyang, his heart was a little surging, he forgot to take his eyes back, Zhou Chunyang stared at him for a while and then laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" The first time was a little embarrassed.

"No," Zhou Chunyang looked at Yan Hang, turned back, turned to his side, continued leaning against the wall, and said in a low voice, "Last time I asked you if you had something, but you still haven't. admit."

When he thought of the words he talked to Zhou Chunyang when he was eating at the restaurant last time, he immediately wanted to blush a little. When he said "no" to Zhou Chunyang, what he was thinking was completely different from now.

He never thought that in such a short period of time, he could suddenly become what he is now.

very depressed.

Even a little annoyed.

How can people change so quickly?

He really wanted to go back to the past, no need to be special, just before the day he and Zhou Chunyang had dinner, then there would be no problems between him and Yan Hang.

"No," he said.

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang was stunned for two seconds before he realized, "Oh."

I still looked at him on the first day of the first day, feeling that wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"I misunderstood," Zhou Chunyang said. "After all, I... so sometimes I just look at others and have something to do. I'm sorry."

When Zhou Chunyang said this, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.

But I can't tell what I'm disappointed about.

These people in the dormitory didn't stay too long before the nurses came in and drove them away, saying it was too noisy.

"Brother Gou, say something when you go back to school," Hu Biao patted the first year of junior high school on the shoulder, "We'll come to pick you up, your feet probably won't get better in ten days and a half months."

"Oh." Chu nodded, but this time he didn't say thank you, for fear that Li Ziqiang would blame him for not having enough friends.

After the few people left, he looked at the food they brought over. Yan Hang didn't eat much, he just ate a few mouthfuls of chicken noodles.

"Isn't it delicious?" he asked.

"It's delicious, but I haven't eaten much, and now I'm full after a few bites," Yan Hang looked at the lunch box in front of him, "I haven't eaten this pumpkin and millet paste yet, you can eat it."

"I can eat all of them." Chu Yi said.

"Then you eat it up." Yan Hang smiled and pushed the lunch box in front of him.

He started eating it on the first day of the new year. It was really delicious. He didn't eat breakfast in the morning, and when he smelled the fragrance, his stomach felt uncomfortably empty.

Yan Hang leaned against the head of the bed and watched him bury his head and eat hard.

It's been ten days, I can't eat or sleep well, I have a fever and twist my feet. Yan Hang didn't feel it at first, but when he compared it with the little kids in the dormitory of the first year, he suddenly noticed it. By the first day of junior high, I lost a lot of weight and looked very tired.

"You'll be weighed in the hallway later," he said. "Have you lost a lot of weight? I can't tell if I look at you every day."

"Gangchun, Chunyang also said that I lost weight," Chu said while eating, "Maybe I lost a little weight."

Chunyang.

Three-character names are easy to take advantage of.

"I see that you two just chatted for a long time," Yan Hang said, "what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." On the first day of the first day, he raised his head and pulled the remaining chicken shredded noodles into his mouth. "Just ask, what's wrong with my feet."

"Oh." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day of the new year, I quickly ate up the rest of the food, and then packed the lunch box and threw it out: "I'll weigh it, I'll see if I'm thin, but I'm not thin."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

After watching the first day of the first day out, Yan Hang tilted his head back and sighed.

Although he knew intellectually that the first day of the first year was like this and had nothing to do with Zhou Chunyang, he still felt unpleasant when he saw Zhou Chunyang standing and chatting quietly on the first day of the first year.

I always feel like want to pull Zhou Chunyang over to give a few words of warning.

What to warn about?

Don't fucking talk to the first year of the first year?

Don't take the first day of the first year to another road?

Gee.

Do these things really have anything to do with Zhou Chunyang?

In fact, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking or worrying about. While he felt that even if he liked himself and a man in the first year of junior high, it was no big deal, and at the same time he felt distressed when he looked at him like this.

"I lost ten, ten pounds!" On the first day of the first year, he jumped into the ward and looked at him in astonishment, "Is my meat cut, cut off, so thin, so much?"

"Cut your ass," Yan Hang sighed, "It's so scary."

"You go to weigh, weigh one to see?" said the first day.

"Okay." Yan Hang slowly got out of bed.

One of them walked slowly, the other jumped on one leg, and the nurse laughed as they crossed the corridor.

Yan Hang looked at the scale at the station and found that he was about fifteen pounds thinner than before he was hospitalized.

I looked at the scale for the first time and frowned, "It's lighter than me."

"I'm hungry." Yan Hang smiled.

On the first day, he frowned and said nothing.

"What's the matter?" Yan Hang flicked on his forehead, "After I was discharged from the hospital, I had two meals and I made up for it."

"Just born, angry." said the first day of the first day, when Yan Hang got off the scale, he reached out and touched Yan Hang's waist lightly, and quickly retracted his hand.

Yan Hang took his hand and pressed it on his waist: "It's alright, the stitches will be removed soon."

"Well." Chu Yi pulled out his hand and smiled.