The surprised expression on the first day of the first day made Yan Hang suddenly a little embarrassed, as if teaching a child to do bad things was questioned by a naive child.

"...I'll take a look." Yan Hang stretched out his hand.

"Oh." Chu Chu handed him a cell phone.

Yan Hang opened WeChat and looked at it. There were 4 friend applications waiting to be approved, and 17 unread messages.

He took a first look.

On the first day of the first day of the new year, have continued to bow head to eat without feeling at all.

Faced with this idiot who was not at all wary of himself, Yan Hang felt that what he had done to these 17+4 unhandled messages was very sorry to him.

In the end, he just clicked on the message and looked at it.

All are girls.

Counting those that have been read, the news is very explosive.

Yan Hang roughly counted, at least 15 of the newly added little girls.

Amazing, bro.

"Is Hu Biao your agent? Or sell your account for money?" Yan Hang sighed, if it wasn't for the fact that he had kept the chat box with Xing Tian on the top of the first day of the first day, and he had not been in touch for a week, he would have been pushed to the list. last bit.

"Chunyang's name, he also spread it, and spread it out." Chu Yi said.

"What are you afraid of when Zhou Chunyang's number goes out?" Yan Hang said, "He likes men."

At first glance at him, he didn't speak.

Yan Hang felt that his fever had not subsided, or he had not seen the first day of the first year for too long and had forgotten how to speak properly.

"This girl is very beautiful." He turned the screen to the first year of the first year, and on it was a selfie from a girl's circle of friends.

"It's said to be the school flower," took a first look, "do you think it's good, good-looking?"

"Well, it's alright," Yan Hang looked at the photo again, "He looks quite foreign, with big eyes."

"Oh." Chu Yi responded.

Yan Hang looked at him: "You don't think it looks good?"

"I can't tell the difference, whether it looks good or not," said a little embarrassed on the first day of the first year, "Didn't you say, I'm dirty."

"It's different from soil, isn't it?" Yan Hang felt helpless. "No matter how soil is, there will be people who think it looks good. You are mentally retarded."

On the first day of the first day, he laughed, holding a piece of spareribs and laughing for a while before putting it in his mouth: "Then she hasn't, there is no shell, and the shell is beautiful."

Yan Hang paused for a second before he remembered who the shell was.

So I scrolled down again, found the conversation of the shells, clicked in and took a look, after he replied to the shells on the first day of the new school, they had about four conversations, basically all of which were enthusiastic by the shells. "Hey handsome guy" begins and ends with an indifferent "um" on the first day of the school.

Yan Hang felt sad for Shell when he saw it.

"Eat." On the first day of the first day of the first year, he looked up at him after digging his head.

"Well." Yan Hang put the phone back in his hand.

"Has it been blocked?" Chu Yi asked.

"No," Yan Hang smiled, "it's not polite to block someone after adding someone else."

"Oh." Chu nodded slightly.

Yan Hang picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat when his cell phone rang again.

"You didn't, no, didn't help me..." The first day of the first year quickly picked up the phone, "Quiet, sound?"

Yan Hang didn't speak, he took the phone out of his hand and turned it off.

"Let's eat." He smiled at Chu Yi.

After eating, Yan Hang leaned back on the sofa and felt very happy to see that he had emptied the dishes without leftovers for the first time in so many days.

On the first day of the new year, I took the thermometer and handed it to him: "Measure again?"

"Well." Yan Hang took it and stuffed it into his clothes.

When he went to wash the dishes on the first day of the new year, Yan Hang turned on the TV.

He estimated that he hadn't turned on the TV for about four or five days, and felt that it was not interesting. The sound of the TV in the room made him uneasy and irritable, but sometimes he felt that it was too quiet and he was suffocated to death.

When the sound of the TV sounded in the room at this moment, he only felt the smell of fireworks.

He looked at the first day of the first year washing dishes in the kitchen and couldn't tell what it was like.

He said that when Zhou Chunyang liked men, the first time he saw him, thinking about it now, it should not only be a superficial reaction to his mentioning the topic of "liking men".

On the first day of junior high, I probably already knew clearly that I liked men.

Yan Hang lay down on the sofa and turned his head to look at the first day of the first year, unable to say what he felt.

He hoped that he could figure it out on the first day of the first year, but he didn't seem to want him to figure it out. He always felt that he was sure that he liked a man without experiencing any feelings, which made him a little worried.

But speaking of girls...

The attitude of a pair of girls for the first time really doesn't seem like a state of being able to get along with girls, let alone falling in love, even ordinary friends don't seem to be able to make friends... Even if he likes girls, he probably won't be able to get along with them. .

Yan Hang turned over and stared at the back of the sofa.

In fact, compared to the first year of the first year, whether he should try to get a girlfriend and then decide whether it has already been decided, it should be himself that is more worthy of his trouble.

Compared with the first year of junior high, he was not much stronger.

I haven't made any friends, let alone a girlfriend. It's nothing more than a confession from a man or a woman.

You will think a certain girl is beautiful, and you will think a certain man is handsome.

But to speak of temptation, the same never happened.

If it were a different person, just based on his own reaction to the WeChat account of the first day of junior high school, such as his observation and judgment, he would have long said that it is impossible for this person to have nothing at all.

It just happened to be on his own.

He couldn't tell if it was possessiveness or something.

The native dog is his native dog.

He is alone.

This is the idea that has been rooted in his heart for so long, and sometimes he even rejects his parents, grandparents and grandparents in the first year of junior high school.

Tugou's friend is only him, Tugou's brother is only him, Tugou's support is only him, and Tugou's eyes are only him.

Once there are other people here, no matter male or female, he will feel uncomfortable.

Childish as if a child has been taken away from his beloved toy.

This is possessiveness.

Thinking about it now, it's quite arrogant.

But when I turn around and analyze it, if it is "something", the external performance is almost the same, and it is difficult to distinguish.

I was still a puppy on the first day of the first day of the new year, but was a middle-aged dog, and 17th birthday has not yet passed.

No matter what kind of idea he came out of, any hints he gave to the first year of the first year would be a guide.

He was even worried about what Zhou Chunyang would say to the first day of the first year, and whether it would affect the first day of the first year, not to mention that this person was himself.

"I'll take a look." After washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, he returned to the living room.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hang asked.

"Body temperature, meter." Chu Yi said.

"Oh," Yan Hang felt inside the clothes, but couldn't find it, then changed and searched again, but still couldn't find it, "It's gone."

"Are you doing a set of wide and broadcasting exercises?" The first day of the first year of the first year was a little confused. "If you clip the individual, you can still lose the thermometer. If you lose it?"

"I don't know, I played a set of Tai Chi." Yan Hang sat up straight, patted his body, shook his clothes, and the thermometer fell out of his clothes.

On the first day of the new year, I picked it up and looked at it: "Thirty, five degrees."

"This has to be dead for a while." Yan Hang laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense," Chu Yi frowned and handed him the thermometer, "Weigh it."

"Hey." Yan Hang stuffed the thermometer into his clothes and lay down on the sofa.

On the first day of the first day, he stood beside the sofa and didn't move.

Yan Hang glanced at him and put his legs up: "Sit down."

Sitting on the sofa the first day.

He closed his eyes and sighed inwardly.

If it was before, the first day of the first year would not have been so hesitant at all, but now it is so difficult to even sit next to him.

"My phone is broken, is it broken?" On the first day of the first year, he took the phone and pressed it a few times, turning his head to look at him in horror.

"...I just turned it off for you, didn't you see it?" Yan Hang said.

"Oh, I forgot." Chu Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

"How are you at school these days?" Yan Hang touched him with his foot.

"That's it," looked at the phone on the first day of the first day, "in class, after class, eating, shopping."

"Walking?" Yan Hang rested his arms.

"Come next to the school and stroll back." Chu Yi smiled.

"Oh." Yan Hang responded.

On the first day of the first day, he stared at the phone for a while, turned his head, and asked in a low voice, "How about you?"

"Guess what?" Yan Hang said.

I didn't speak on the first day of the first day, bit my lip, and then turned to stare at the phone for a long time before whispering, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry." Yan Hang said.

"I'm just... just..." Chu Yi frowned.

"You can't turn it on," Yan Hang interrupted him, "I'm about to commit obsessive-compulsive disorder."

On the first day of the first day of the first year, he smiled, lowered his head and turned on the phone.

This time there is no DiDi Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di was poking on the screen on the first day of the first day, not knowing what he was doing.

"Brother Gou," Yan Hang looked at his profile, "Are you a man in your school now?"

At first glance at him, he didn't speak, and continued to poke at the screen, seemingly replying to a message.

Yan Hang smiled and didn't speak again, just kept looking at him.

It is not uncommon to recruit girls in the first year of junior high school. He used to be inconspicuous because he was always careful, wearing an old and torn school uniform, with his own cut head, walking along the walls, and doing his best to keep him safe. hide yourself.

And once he gets out of this state, he is the one that many girls will like.

He is handsome, has a good figure, can play, and speaks less.

Yan Hang's eyes were drawn down from the side of his face.

Neck, shoulders, arms... they were all covered in fucking clothes, so couldn't see anything.

Only the arms can be seen because they rolled up their sleeves when washing dishes.

It didn't look strong on the first day of the first year, but the muscle lines were still very strong. When my fingers moved on the screen, they would occasionally gently lift up the slender and firm muscles on the forearm...

Yan Hang suddenly felt that if he wanted to judge whether he had anything to do with the first year of junior high, he could only judge from his physiological reaction.

He didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about the first day of the first year, and naturally he never had any physiological reaction.

If you have a ghost now, will there be any reaction?

"Hey, Brother Gou," Yan Hang tapped on the back of the first day of junior high school with his foot, "the coat is off."

"Huh?" Chu Yi turned his head.

"The jacket is off." Yan Hang said.

"It's already taken off, it's gone." The first day of the first year looked at him in shock.

"Oh." Yan Hang glanced at the coat rack.

On the first day of the first day of the new year, he put a thick coat over his sportswear, and when he entered the door, he had already taken off the coat.

"What are you wearing inside?" Yan Hang asked.

"Short sleeves." On the first day of the first year, he looked at his clothes with a confused face.

"Are you cold?" Yan Hang asked again.

"It's not cold." Chu Yi replied.

"Take it off." Yan Hang said.

The first half of the year opened his mouth and looked at him very confusedly: "Why, what?"

"I look hot." Yan Hang said.

"...Oh." On the first day of the first day, he was stunned, put down his phone, and took off his sportswear.

Inside was a black short-sleeved T-shirt.

Yan Hang hooked the T-shirt with his feet and lifted it up. He saw the waist of the first year of junior high school. It was very strong and had no fat...

"Why?" On the first day of the first day, he finally slapped him on the foot.

"Is this clothes mine?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah," on the first day of the first year, pulling on his clothes, "there are also white and colored ones."

"Very good." Yan Hang nodded.

I looked at him on the first day of the first day, and after five seconds, I said, "The thermometer, give it to me."

Yan Hang took out the thermometer and handed it to him.

On the first day of the first day of the first year, he glanced at it and turned his head abruptly: "Thirty-eight degrees seven?"

"Going up again? You're so scared that you don't stutter anymore... Let me see," Yan Hang sat up and took a thermometer from his hand to look at it, "It's really thirty-eight degrees seven."

"Go to the hospital." Chu Yi stood up.

"I'll retire in a while," Yan Hang lay back on the sofa, "I'm not that squeamish."

"This is high, high fever, right?" The first day of the first year was a little anxious, and the little fire that was burned by Yan Hang's order to take off his clothes and lift his clothes was immediately scared away by this thirty-eight degrees seven.

"Did you go to the hospital when you had a fever?" Yan Hang asked.

"...No," replied honestly on the first day of the first year, he never went to the hospital for any illness, "but I didn't, didn't..."

"I'm not going," Yan Hang waved his hand, "I can count myself."

First look at him.

I was very anxious, but this was Yan Hang. If he changed someone in the dormitory, he might go up and drag him to the hospital, but Yan Hang didn't dare, because he was afraid that Yan Hang would beat him.

"Boil me some hot water," Yan Hang said, "to sweat."

"Oh!" The first day of the first year hurried into the kitchen.

Yan Hang doesn't usually drink hot water. If he wants to drink some hot water, he has to boil it now. He took a kettle and filled a pot of water. Boil a cup for Yan Hang to drink first, and then slowly boil another pot.

Ah, the little dog is so smart.

The water was quickly boiled, he poured out just a cup, and when he gave it to Yan Hang, Yan Hang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, his face looked normal, but he looked a little sleepy.

"Why don't you sleep, sleep." He put the water in front of Yan Hang.

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "don't be so nervous, it's not the first time I get sick."

"I haven't seen it, I have." Chu Yi said.

"I've seen it now," Yan Hang said, "Calm down, I'm nervous when you're startled, and I can't help you if you don't faint."

On the first day of the first day of the first year, he smiled embarrassedly. The doctor said that Yan Hang's physical fitness was very good, so it shouldn't be a big problem to have a fever.

"How is your foot?" Yan Hang asked.

"Okay." Chu Yi raised his leg.

"It didn't get better so quickly," Yan Hang slowly drank the hot water, "It may feel better, but it's very easy to get sprained again. Be careful when you walk."

"Well," squatted down beside his legs on the first day of the first year, looked up at him, and thought that he had left a wounded and sick person like Yan Hang here for a week, and he felt very uncomfortable, "Yan Hang."

"I know what you're going to say," Yan Hang glanced at him, "Hold on."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

"Dog." Yan Hang scratched his hair and put his hand on his head.

"Ah," replied the first day of the first year, and waited for him to continue, but after waiting for a long time, Yan Hang didn't continue, and seemed a little distracted, he shook his head, "Ah?"

"You are such a good dog." Yan Hang said.

"...You really know how to praise people." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed, leaned on the sofa and sighed.

The second pot of water boiled, and went to the kitchen on the first day of the new year.

Yan Hang felt that his eyes were a little astringent. After so many days, he finally felt sleepy.

"I'm going to bed first, I'm a little sleepy," Yan Hang went into the bathroom to wash, "If you're not sleepy, just play by yourself."

"Well," on the first day of the first day of the first year, he was pouring boiling water into the thermos. "Take the ice later, put the towel down, and cool it down."

"Okay," Yan Hang responded. When he came out of the wash, he was still standing in the kitchen. He seemed to be waiting for him. He looked worried. already."

"Oh." Chu nodded.

It is said to be drowsy, but it is not particularly easy to really fall asleep.

Yan Hang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

However, lying down and waiting for dawn when you are not drowsy is very different from lying down and slowly waiting to fall asleep when you are drowsy.

After lying down for a while, he heard the first day come in, and then a cold towel was placed on his forehead.

"It will be noisy, will it make you sleep or sleep?" Chu Yi asked softly.

"No." Yan Hang didn't open his eyes. The voice of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year of the first year of the school was quite magnetic.

"I'm right next to me," said the first day.

"Well." Yan Hang smiled.

The mattress sank, and he sat next to him on the first day of the first year.

The stealth skills of the first day of junior high were practiced very well. After sitting down, there was basically no movement. It was not until the towel on his forehead was no longer cool that Yan Hang felt that the first day moved, and the towel was gently taken away.

Then the mattress was lifted slightly, and on the first day of the first day, he stood up, walked out of the bedroom with very light steps.

In fact, for a person who can't sleep well, this kind of movement that is so light that it is inaudible but not completely silent on the first day of the first year is the most terrifying. He can't help but concentrate on trying to hear it clearly, and then he falls asleep after hearing it. gone.

But Yan Hang didn't have such irritability today, but he enjoyed it a bit.

During this time, he hadn't been out, except for Cui Yi and the housekeeping aunt, he hadn't seen anyone else, and most of the time the room was so quiet that he suffocated.

Perhaps because of the injury and fever, he has become very sensitive, and the feeling of loneliness and loneliness seems to spread through the bones, and he can no longer find the sense of balance he used to have when he was alone for a long time.

On the first day of the new year, he made all kinds of small noises, which made him feel at ease.

But his pitiful drowsiness, though not completely gone, could not continue to grow.

On the first day of the first day, he changed the towel for him four times, and he always slept with his eyes closed.

When he took off the towel for the fifth time, he touched his forehead on the first day of the first year, but did not put the towel on for the sixth time.

Yan Hang could hear that he was going to wash up, then turned off the lights in the living room and entered the bedroom.

Probably because he was afraid of disturbing him, he didn't turn on the light when he entered the bedroom in the first year of junior high school. He took two steps to the bed and kicked him on the foot of the bed.

"Fuck you uncle." On the first day of the first year, he suppressed his voice and scolded almost angrily.

Yan Hang held back a smile.

Does the little dog still scold people behind his back?

On the first day of the first day of the new year, got on the bed very lightly, but stopped moving again.

There was only one quilt. When it was hot, the two of them slept on the same bed without covering anything. Now it was very cold, and they couldn't sleep without covering anything.

Yan Hang originally wanted to speak and let him cover it together, but he was afraid that he would be embarrassed when he opened his mouth, so he could only continue to pretend to sleep.

At the beginning, it was certain that there would be thirty seconds, and finally he reached out and lifted the quilt.

Yan Hang pretended to turn over to him, and spread the quilt halfway over there.

On the first day of the new year, he quickly got into the quilt while he turned over, rubbed against him, and covered the quilt.

The room fell silent, and only the small alarm clock by the bedside could be heard clattering quietly.

And the first breath.

Yan Hang listened to the first year's breath, from fast to slow.

The speed at which the dog fell asleep really made him envious. In ten minutes at most, he heard a very light snoring sound on the first day of the new year. After a few minutes, the snoring completely turned into a gentle and relaxed breathing.

This fell asleep.

Gee.

Yan Hang just wanted to wake him up and let him go back to sleep. There is another insomniac here. How could you be so embarrassed to sleep so fast?

He opened his eyes and looked.

On the first day of the first year, he slept with his back to him, and now he can only see the neck and shoulders of the first day of the first year.

... not feeling anything.

I don't know if it was because he was sick and couldn't make room to think about those things, or because he really didn't feel anything about the first year of the first year.

Of course, it may also be that the stimulation is not enough.

Yan Hang suddenly wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't realize that he was actually so naive.

He stretched out his hand to the side of the first day and placed it on the waist of the first day.

Through the clothes, could feel the first year's body in the palm of hand, which was gently rising and falling with the breath. It was quite rhythmic.

"Dog." He barked softly.

There was no movement on the first day, not even breathing.

So he picked up the clothes with his fingers, reached in and touched the waist of the first grade again.

The atmosphere is very strange at the moment. Yan Hang doesn't understand that he, who has always been calm, steady and mature, has always been sober and knowledgeable, and is not disturbed.

But what surprised him even more was that in this strange and stimulating neurotic-like behavior, he... suddenly felt that the waist of the first year of junior high school was easy to touch, and the skin was tight and smooth...

The mattress shook twice, and Yan Hang had already lifted the quilt and sat up when he suddenly opened his eyes on the first day of the first day.

"What's the matter!" He sat up nervously, the lights were not turned on in the room, he could only see the outline of Yan Hang.

When he reached out to turn on the light, Yan Hang grabbed his wrist: "Sleep for you."

"Uncomfortable?" Asked on the first day of the first day, Yan Hang's hand was quite hot, but not particularly hot, and the fever should have subsided.

"I pee." Yan Hang got out of bed.

"Oh." Chu Yi heaved a sigh of relief and lay back.