"Do you like Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang finally found the point.

"...Well," he suddenly felt guilty after the first day of the new year. This was the first time he heard such words from someone else's mouth, and he was very uneasy. "But, maybe, I'm not very sure..."

"Then you confirm first." Zhou Chunyang said.

At first glance at him: "Yes."

"That's it," Zhou Chunyang said, "you already like Yan Hang, do you still want to say that you are not gay?"

"Ah." On the first day of the first year, holding the stone, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Can't you accept that you are gay?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No," the first day of the first year was still a little confused, "I don't know."

"Yes, yes, no, no, it's no big deal," Zhou Chunyang said. "If you can't accept it, I'll give you a self-comforting statement."

"What?" Chu Yi asked.

"I think about it," Zhou Chunyang cleared his throat, "this should be said in a literary state."

"Oh." Chu Yi looked at him.

"You didn't fall in love with a man, you just fell in love with Yan Hang..." Zhou Chunyang said affectionately.

Looking at his expression on the first day of the first year, I felt a little twitchy: "No, Yan Hang, isn't he a man?"

"I haven't finished speaking yet," Zhou Chunyang frowned, and quickly changed to an affectionate expression, "and he happens to be a man... just comfort yourself like that."

"Is it useful?" Chu Yi said.

"It's useful if you want to find a reason," Zhou Chunyang said. "It's useless if you don't want to find a reason."

"Oh." He lowered his head on the first day of the first year. He probably didn't need such self-comfort, he didn't think so much.

"Heterosexual homosexual bisexuality," Zhou Chunyang said, "isn't it all love, there is nothing to worry about."

"Double, bisexual, love?" The first day of the first year was a little surprised.

"Did you grow up in the mountains before you came here to go to school?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "The kind of mountain where there is no electricity?"

"No," said the first day, "Beside my house, next to it is the commercial and industrial street."

Zhou Chunyang opened his mouth: "I have nothing to say."

Smile at first.

He knew what Zhou Chunyang meant, probably because he thought he was too alien and didn't know anything.

But he really didn't know. He didn't think about anything related to these at all. When the men in the class got together to talk about "unhealthy" content, he didn't feel anything when he heard it. He doesn't matter.

His life is that simple, try to avoid being bullied as much as possible, pray that his grandma won't go out to cause trouble, be scolded and beaten at home and keep silent, that's all.

It was not until he left home that he realized that he had so many "don't know", and also found that he would face so many "don't know".

"Does Yan Hang know?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Huh?" Chu Yi retracted his thoughts, "I know."

"Okay," Zhou Chunyang was a little surprised, "I still can't figure out what's going on, so I went to confess?"

confession.

confession?

...On the first day of the first day, I suddenly realized that my call was a confession, and I felt a little burn on my face.

"What's his reaction?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No, there is no response," the first day thought about it, "I said no, I thought about it."

"Then give him time to think slowly." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Oh," the first day responded, "you..."

"I don't have anything," Zhou Chunyang said. "Don't take me as an imaginary enemy. I just have a good impression of Yan Hang, and I'm not so obsessed with it."

"Ah." On the first day of the first day, he lowered his head and turned on the grinder.

"In case he clearly rejects you in the end," Zhou Chunyang said, "you don't have to feel uncomfortable, brother will take you to fly. The world is so big and there are so many handsome guys."

On the first day of the first day, he clicked his tongue and didn't speak. He put the stone in his hand next to the grinding wheel and rubbed it lightly.

The world is so big, and that's what belongs to him. There are so many handsome guys. The most handsome guy he has ever seen is only Yan Hang.

The housekeeping aunt was busy in the kitchen, while Yan Hang was lying on the sofa with a book in his hand.

He can still stay at home for about ten days, and then he has to go back to the restaurant to work. This time is very rare, and he has a lot of time to read books.

But don't really see it.

I haven't sent him a message for a day or two.

two days!

Two full days!

It's amazing. According to the frequency of contacting him before the first day of the new year, the rhythm is now that the dog has lost his memory.

Yan Hang sighed, he didn't plan to contact the first day.

In the first day of the first year, it is most appropriate to let him adjust slowly. No matter what he says or does, it will disturb the first day of the first year.

But having said that, he would still be worried.

On the first day of the first year, he was a very simple person. One two three was one two three. There was no decimal point, but it was because it was too simple that he was worried.

"It's not liquid food today, it's an ordinary meal," the housekeeping aunt brought out the prepared dishes, "but it's lighter, and it's good for wounds."

"Thank you, sister." Yan Hang said.

"You're welcome," Auntie said with a smile, "eat slowly, I'm leaving."

After Auntie left, Yan Hang got up and sat at the table, staring at the dishes on the table in a daze.

In fact, the dishes made by Auntie are alright, and someone else would definitely find it delicious, but Yan Hang's mouth is quite picky, and he can eat it, but he can't do it if he eats deliciously.

That is to say, the wound on his palm hasn't healed yet, so he can't cook, or he would have done it himself.

He sighed and picked up his chopsticks.

He will definitely not be able to finish these dishes, and he will waste them. If the first day of the new year is here, there will be no such worries, and there will be no leftovers.

Yan Hang raised his eyes and glanced across the table, and he could see the balcony all the way through the open door of the bedroom.

He was still full after eating this meal as usual. After disposing of the leftovers, he put the dishes in the sink, and the housekeeping aunt will wash the dishes when he comes over tomorrow.

A few hours before he could fall asleep, Yan Hang lay back on the sofa and picked up the book.

Sometimes he would have questions. It was also such extreme idleness and extreme boredom. How did he endure it before?

Even in the days he hadn't seen in the first year of the new year, he was able to adapt.

How long has it been since the first day of the new year reappeared, and he actually started to fidgeting in the face of loneliness and boredom.

People are really weird.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Cui Yi called and said, "Tomorrow I will take you to the hospital to change your dressing."

"No, I'll go by myself," Yan Hang said, "it's not that I can't walk."

"It's been two days or so," Cui Yi said, "it's not a problem."

"Well." Yan Hang smiled.

The wounds on the waist and lower abdomen are much better, and there is no need to use any more medicine, just stick a gauze to protect it, but the wound on the hand needs to be changed.

Yan Hang raised his hand and looked at it.

Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a little unhappy. On the first day of the first year, I knew that he was still "recuperating" at home, and that his injuries were not healed.

He took out his phone and looked at it.

Even though the first day of the new year has changed a lot now, the status on WeChat is still the same as before, and he hardly posts on his Moments. It is basically impossible to know his situation from his Moments.

So cool, bro.

WeChat rang no less than ten times this afternoon, all of which were reminders to add friends.

On the first day of the first day, looked at the news one by one, and it was a bit baffling.

He was used to the dead state of his WeChat, and occasionally one or two strangers asked to be friends, just ignore it.

But now these friend reminders are all kinds of "I'm your classmate", "I'm from the 2nd class of preschool education", "Hello, I'm your senior sister"...

They are all classmates at their school.

This made him very confused, and it was not good to ignore them directly. He could only pass them one by one.

But after the passage, there are various news.

- Brother dog, finally added you

- hey dog

...

"I'm on WeChat," Sitting on the bed on the first day of the first year, looking at the few people sitting or standing around the table, "What, what's going on?"

"Huh?" Zhou Chunyang looked up at him.

"A lot of people have added, friends." Chu Yi said.

"Hu Biao!" Zhou Chunyang shouted as he rushed to the toilet, "I can only ask him about this."

As soon as Zhou Chunyang mentioned Hu Biao, he immediately reacted on the first day of the new year. Before Zhou Chunyang's WeChat was also a lot of friends, it was Hu Biao who was bought out by a barbecue.

"What's the matter?" Hu Biao came out of the toilet.

"Tell me," Gao Xiaoyang said, "how did you hand over Brother Gou, you traitor of 403."

Hu Biao clicked his tongue: "I'm the 403 propaganda ambassador, okay?"

"Thank you," Zhou Chunyang said. "There are still several girls on my WeChat who want to break me straight. Do I want to treat you to a good meal?"

"Is there no man to add you?" Hu Biao asked.

"Go away." Zhou Chunyang kicked his ass.

"I really didn't get any benefit from Brother Gou's account," Hu Biao patted his pants. "Really, a bunch of little girls surround you and act like a spoiled child, aren't your legs soft?"

"It's not soft," Zhou Chunyang said. "A bunch of handsome guys surrounded me and acted coquettishly around me until my legs were soft."

A group of people in the dormitory were happy.

"No," Wu Xu sighed, "People surround you and act like a spoiled brat. What you want is the number of the first day of the new year. Why are your legs weak? Shouldn't you be hit hard?"

"You don't understand," Hu Biao grabbed the upper bunk railing and stepped up with a smile. "On the first day of the first year, Jiang Yanni is here. Do you have to invite me to dinner?"

Jiang Yanni?

On the first day of the first year, he didn't speak and looked at Hu Biao.

"He doesn't know who Jiang Yanni is," Li Ziqiang said. "It's not surprising that people say he is Zhou Chunyang's boyfriend. He hasn't even looked at the girl."

A little embarrassing at first.

"He didn't even look at the boy," Zhang Qiang sighed, "Renku is just like that."

"Jiang Yanni," Hu Biao looked at the first year of junior high school with a look of hating iron for not being steel, "School flower, brother dog, with fair skin, beautiful legs, long smile and sweet smile."

In the first year of junior high school, had no impression at all, except for the boys in their auto repair class and the troublemakers who had fought with them several times. He didn't mention the girls, and he didn't remember the boys either.

"Ah." He could only politely respond.

"When I didn't say it." Hu Biao glanced at him and jumped down.

Zhou Chunyang sat beside the table, shaking his chair while having fun.

"Do you want it?" The first day looked at Hu Biao, "Her number?"

"Fuck," Hu Biao jumped up, "Yes."

However, there are quite a lot of people who added, and not all of them use their real names. In the end, Hu Biao was identified based on the selfies in the album.

"I didn't expect that," Hu Biao said, "the school beauty sent a selfie and her mother didn't recognize it, and she almost didn't realize it was her..."

I smiled and looked at the photos.

To be honest, don't think it's so beautiful, and don't think it's as beautiful as a shell.

However, his aesthetics have always been seriously lacking, and it is normal to not look good. After all, not everyone has Yan Hang's appearance that can make non-aesthetic native dogs feel handsome.

Thinking of Yan Hang, he fell back on the pillow, turned his face to the wall, and opened Yan Hang's photo album.

Yan Hang hasn't posted on Moments these days. Is it because his hands are inconvenient? Doesn't it mean that the left hand has hidden skills? Can't even tap the screen a few times.

He sighed.

Since returning a super simple "yes" to Yan Hang that day, Yan Hang has not paid any attention to him.

In fact, it's not surprising that Yan Hang didn't take the initiative to contact him. Usually, most of the time, he looked for Yan Hang first, and Yan Hang usually came to him when something happened, such as asking him if there was anyone in the dormitory that day.

On the first day of the first day, he frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his answer that day was too blunt.

Yan Hang was worried that there would be no one when he returned to the dormitory, and he would be bored when he was alone. As a result, he asked a question, and he gave that one word.

He turned over and opened Yan Hang's chat window.

I was stunned for a long time but didn't know what to say.

At this moment, he suddenly panicked.

After just a few days, he could not find a reason to contact Yan Hang.

No, it's not that can't find a reason.

He has been looking for Yan Hang for a long time without any reason, or he has only one reason for all, that is, he wants to talk to Yan Hang.

And now, it doesn't feel right at all.

Once he couldn't easily find Yan Hang because he wanted to talk to Yan Hang, he didn't know what to do at all.

"Brother Dog!" Hu Biao called him.

"Ah." Chu turned off the screen of the phone and turned over.

"Damn, now I don't care about the first day of the first year," Li Ziqiang said.

"I didn't hear it." Chu Yi sat up.

"Go out for a walk," Zhou Chunyang said, "are you going?"

He hesitated for a while: "Go."

After all the people in the dormitory had gone out, it was really hard for him and Su Bin to talk. Besides, going out for a walk would be a distraction.

Yan Hang was lying on the bed, listening to the headphones.

It's a bit boring to just lie down in the daytime, and after a few calls from the restaurant, it's even more boring.

During his absence, Zhang Chen was on duty. Zhang Chen was usually quite clever, but after all, she was not familiar with the job of the foreman, and she made a lot of mistakes. Zhang Chen cried when he called to tell him, and he didn’t know what to do. How to comfort.

When the phone rang again, he didn't even want to pick up the phone. He was afraid that Zhang Chen would cry again, and he still didn't know what to say.

But the call was from Cui Yi: "Has the fever subsided?"

"Let me see," Yan Hang took out the thermometer from his clothes and looked at it, "Go back a little bit."

38 degrees, the morning is 38 degrees 3, strictly speaking, it is indeed a retreat.

"How many degrees?" Cui Yi asked again.

"37 degrees 5," Yan Hang said, "I guess I can retire at night."

"I still have to check it tomorrow," Cui Yi said. "I don't have a cold or anything. Why do I have a fever?"

"Free." Yan Hang said.

Free, or boring.

After Yan Hang hung up the phone, he didn't move again, watching the sunlight outside the window move little by little from the left side of the opposite building to the right side.

In the first two days of the first day of the new year, followed a group of people in the dormitory to walk around, like patrolling the streets, and almost memorized all the cracks and hurdles in the nearby roads.

"Your phone is ringing." Zhou Chunyang touched his arm.

"Ah?" On the first day of the first day, he raised his head and was stunned for a second before hearing his cell phone ringing, and quickly took it out.

When he saw Cui Yi's number, he suddenly became nervous.

"Uncle Cui?" He answered the phone.

"Are you going to see Yan Hang today?" Cui Yi asked, "Bring him something to eat if you go."

"Ah." On the first day of the first day, Cui Yi probably didn't know that he and Yan Hang had been out of contact for almost a week.

"His fever hasn't subsided," Cui Yi said. "Didn't let the housekeeper cook again today. If you want to go, bring him something to eat. I won't be able to go back tonight."

"Ah?" The first day was startled, Yan Hang had a fever?

"Aren't you awake?" Cui Yi asked.

"Wake up," the first day returned to his senses, "understood, I am now, and I will go there."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chunyang asked him in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Yan Hangfa has a fever," said the first day of the first year, "I have to pass."

"Oh," Zhou Chunyang looked at the time, "then go over there, won't you come back at night?"

Looking at him on the first day of the first day, this question suddenly became very difficult to answer.

Zhou Chunyang didn't ask this before, but after the holiday, the school's management has become stricter. The dormitory will come to see him at night. If he doesn't come back, the people in the dormitory will help him cover.

"Yes, I won't go back." Chu Yi said.

"Understood," Zhou Chunyang said, "then take a taxi there."

Someone is knocking on the door.

Yan Hang heard it, but it wasn't until the knock on the door became more and more urgent and then disappeared that he came back to his senses and sat up from the bed.

It's knocking on his door.

This time... the landlord?

When he stood up, he felt a little dizzy, and he didn't know whether it was because he had been stunned for a long time or had a fever.

He walked behind the door and looked out of the cat's eyes.

There was a person outside the door, who was pressing his phone with his head down.

Although he can't see his face, he can recognize it just by looking at the hair twist. This is the first year of the new year.

Yan Hang opened the door in surprise: "Why did you come here?"

On the first day of the first day, he raised his head suddenly: "Do you have a fever?"

"Who told you?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Uncle Cui." Chu Yi glared at him.

"Why did Lao Cui tell you this?" Yan Hang looked at the first day of the first year, with a big pocket in his hand, "Come in."

When he entered the house on the first day of the new year, he could feel a chill when he walked past him.

"Is it cold outside?" he asked.

"It's not cold," he put down his big pocket on the first day of the first day, turned around and looked at him while rubbing his hands, "is it still burning?"

"I don't know, I don't know." Yan Hang said.

After frantically rubbing his hands for a while on the first day of the first day, he carefully raised his hand to touch his forehead, and then tried it on his own forehead: "It's hotter than me."

"It's okay," Yan Hang sat on the sofa, "what are you carrying?"

"Eat," Chu Chu opened a large pocket and took out a few lunch boxes, "I just bought it... Take a bowl and serve it."

"Yeah." Yan Hang responded.

On the first day of the new year, took a bunch of lunch boxes into the kitchen.

Yan Hang was leaning on the sofa, and he could see his back in the kitchen scrambling.

Suddenly felt lighter.

It was like when he was depressed when he saw the news from the first day of the new year, he could twitch his lips. The dull and depressed feeling of the past few days has been torn apart because of the arrival of the first day of the new year.

He felt as if he could smell the cool, fresh air coming in through the cracks in the windows.

"What did you buy?" Yan Hang asked.

"Twice-pot meat," the first day of the school looked back at him, and hesitantly finished speaking, "Can I eat it?"

"Yes, I'm in the nutritional supplement phase now," Yan Hang said, "don't be polite and just present the big fish and meat."

All the dishes in the first lunch box were put into bowls and brought out, such as double-cooked pork, fried pork ribs, eggplant with fish flavor, steamed eggs with meat filling, and finally, fried Chinese cabbage, the only vegetarian dish.

"...I can't eat so much." Although Yan Hang was very greedy for meat, he couldn't eat this huge amount of hunger for ten days.

"With me." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang glanced at him and smiled.

These dishes should have been bought from restaurants, not the kind that are casually fried in fast food restaurants. Yan Hang took a few bites and felt pretty good.

"You..." He wanted to take a drink for the first year of the first year, and just opened his mouth, the phone of the first day of the first year rang.

On the first day of the first day, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, glanced at it, and put it down.

"You go..." He continued, and before he finished, the phone rang again.

On the first day of junior high, took phone, looked at it, and put it down again.

"Go get something to drink." Yan Hang finished quickly.

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly, got up and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

After taking two bottles of iced black tea, before walking to the table, the mobile phone on the table rang again.

"Who the fuck is this?" Yan Hang couldn't stand it.

"Classmate." The first iced tea was twisted and opened to him, and he picked up the phone and looked at it again.

"Are you in your dormitory? Are you still sending messages to communicate while you're in the dormitory?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," said the first day, "other classes."

"Oh." Yan Hang looked at him, can he chat with other classmates and friends in the first year of junior high?

The dog has made great progress in this regard.

Yan Hang didn't say anything else, he took a sip of iced black tea and lowered his head to continue eating.

After two bites, the phone rang again.

what

Yan Hang slapped his chopsticks on the table very unhappily: "You can give someone a message, it's not over, DiDi, DiDi, DiDi, DiDi, can I sing you a song?"

"I didn't, I didn't talk." On the first day of the first year, he was startled.

"If you don't have time to chat, just tell someone." Yan Hang said.

"I don't, I don't know what to say." Chu Yi rubbed his nose.

Yan Hang was stunned for a while, and then he reacted: "Girl?"

"Well," the first day frowned, "Hu Biao gave me my number, those girls..."

"Those?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu Yi sighed, "I don't, I don't want to answer."

"...Oh," Yan Hang picked up the chopsticks again, "If you don't want to answer, then mute it, don't you think it's too noisy?"

"Oh." The first day seemed to react and picked up the phone.

"Actually, if you don't want to talk about it, just block it." Yan Hang said.

"Huh?" Chu Yi was stunned.