The time was almost up. On the first day of the first day, Yan Hang got up together and walked to the cafe.

The pavement is covered with quite large pieces of bluestone. walked all the way on the first day of the first day, kicked the cracks in the stones and tripped over at least three times.

Yan Hang turned his head to look at him: "Just like you, you don't need to attack when you are punching with people, can you knock yourself down just waiting for you to trip over yourself?"

At first glance at him, he lowered his head and stamped his feet on the ground.

He could still feel the touch of Yan Hang's fingers on his lips. It was good that he didn't fall or roll along the way.

"Go in," Yan Hang patted him on the shoulder, "I'll walk around and come to pick you up later."

"No," looked at him immediately on the first day of the first day, "you go back, take a taxi, no need to pick up."

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"It's not safe," Chu Yi frowned, "don't go out, come here."

Yan Hang smiled: "I have a sixth sense..."

"No." The first day interrupted him.

"Hey!" Yan Hang sighed helplessly, "Okay, go back by yourself, do you know the way?"

"Better than you." Chu Yi said.

"Go in," Yan Hang pushed him, "the boss is called Liu Xiaoxiang, just call her Sister Xiaoxiang."

When he pushed open the door of the cafe on the first day of the first day, he looked back again, and Yan Hang waved at him leaning against the lamp post opposite.

He smiled and entered the cafe.

There were no customers inside, just a girl packing behind the bar.

"Hello," he walked over to the bar on the first day of the first day and spoke slowly, "I'm looking for it, Miss Xiaoxiang."

"Chu... When is the first day?" The girl looked up at him, "Is it the first day of the first year?"

"Yes." Chu nodded slightly.

"Don't stutter," the girl stretched out her hand across the bar, "I'm Liu Xiaoxiang."

On the first day of the new year, he quickly reached out and shook hands with her.

"You know the specific work, right?" Liu Xiaoxiang beckoned, "Come on, change your clothes."

Liu Xiaoxiang has a voice of a royal sister and is a little dumb. If you don't look at the real person, you might think she is a big sister.

After walking out of the back of the bar, she realized that she was very petite on the first day of the first year, and felt that she was about the same height as when she met Yan Hang.

When I looked at her on the first day of the first day, I suddenly realized that I had really grown taller, and that I would no longer be laughed at about my height.

Liu Xiaoxiang brought him a set of clothes, which looked a bit like the uniform of Yan Hang when he was working in a cafe before. felt that the dresses in cafes all over the country might be similar.

When he was changing clothes in the locker room, Liu Xiaoxiang explained in a series of words outside: "The menu is on the bar, and the order at night is different from that in the daytime. There's no one left, it's okay to leave early, you can take the key in the first drawer..."

"Yeah." On the first day of the first year, she quickly changed her clothes while responding. Liu Xiaoxiang spoke like a big sister, and she spoke very fast, giving him the illusion that she would come in and beat someone if she didn't change her clothes the next second. .

"If you don't understand anything, you can call me and ask me," Liu Xiaoxiang's voice seemed to be no longer at the door. "The door lock is a little hard to use. When the lock is locked, make it a little harder..."

"Oh." Chu Yi lifted his pants and opened the door.

I didn't see Liu Xiaoxiang, and when looked at the store, there was no one there.

gone?

After explaining it like a barrage of guns, he left?

Standing next to the bar on the first day of the first day, looking at the empty cafe, couldn't come back to senses.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he walked to the back of the bar. There was a business card on the table. It belonged to Liu Xiaoxiang. She saved her phone number in the mobile phone for the first time. Then he opened the first drawer and took the key inside. came out and put it in the pocket.

Then...don't know what to do.

He doesn't even know how to use the cash register, and he doesn't know how to make the various drinks and coffee on the menu. He is going to have a guest at the moment, and he probably can only bring a glass of boiled water to them.

How can there be such a boss?

On the first day of the first year, he stood blankly behind the bar.

There was a very soft bell from the door, someone came!

Oh my god!

Here comes the guest!

Hello, it's closed.

Hello, now only boiled water is provided.

Hello……

"Hot milk." The shopkeeper who came in stood in front of the bar and said.

The first day of the first day, who had been bowing his head and pretending to be busy, suddenly raised his head.

"Yan Hang?" He couldn't control the corners of his mouth, "How, how..."

"Your boss left in five minutes," Yan Hang said, "I guess you are confused."

"She doesn't have anything, teach me!" Chu Chu whispered, "Just tell me what time to close, close the door, and then, go!"

"Nonsense," Yan Hang laughed, "they want to recruit skilled hands, the kind that don't need to be taught at all."

"Then I don't either, no!" At the first moment, he panicked.

"With me," Yan Hang said, "what are you afraid of?"

"Why didn't you go back?" On the first day of the first day, he regained his senses.

"I'm going back, what do you do now?" Yan Hang said.

The first day was silent.

"Come on," Yan Hang walked around the bar and walked beside him, "I'll tell you how to use the cash register first, and then the coffee. It's all made by an automatic coffee machine. It's very simple."

"Yeah." On the first day of the first day, everyone felt calm.

Yan Hang is the foreman of the western restaurant in a five-star hotel! He knows everything behind this bar! He knows what he doesn't have!

Ahahahahahahahaha!

He also didn't know what he was proud of, what he knew was Yan Hang, the one who was awesome was Yan Hang, not him.

But he was still proud and at ease.

Although he didn't like to study, he was not stupid in the first year of junior high, and he learned things very quickly. After Yan Hang taught him once, he could almost understand the basics.

"I'll take a look at their coffee," Yan Hang took the menu, "usually these small cafes only have those kinds of coffee, which are easy to make..."

The door rang, and at first glance, two girls entered.

"Go say hello." Yan Hang pushed him.

"Oh," replied the first day of the first year, took the menu and walked over. Although there was Yan Hang, he was still a little nervous when facing the guests alone. He walked to the table and put the menu on the table, "Good evening. ."

The two girls took the menu and studied it for a while: "A cappuccino, an iced latte."

"Okay." The first day responded, turned back to the bar, and whispered to Yan Hang, "Kabu, Gino and Bing, latte."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "you watch me do it."

"Okay." The first day stared at him.

He used to go to Yan Hang once when he was working in a coffee shop, and at that time Yan Hang only worked as a waiter, and he never saw Yan Hang make drinks.

Now watching Yan Hang skillfully using the machine in the store, he whispered to him how much milk to put in cappuccino and latte, and how much milk foam to make.

Seeing that Yan Hang was holding the coffee cup in one hand and the milk froth in the other and started to pull flowers, the first day of the school was stunned: "Also, still... pull flowers? I'd better resign, let's do it."

"No, they have molds, you just need to sift with cocoa powder," Yan Hang said, "I'm habitual."

On the first day of the first year, he relaxed after hearing that there was no need to forcefully pull the flower, and continued to stare at Yan Hang's hand, watching him make a leaf easily.

So handsome.

Call my little brother!

The left hand is so handsome!

"Make a latte now," Yan Hang whispered, "the latte needs to be layered, but it's not particularly difficult."

On the first day of the new year, had the urge to quit job again.

Yan Hang took a cup, put ice cubes in it, poured in the milk and syrup and stirred it well, then took a long-handled spoon and started pouring coffee into the cup along the handle.

"Slowly and at a larger angle, it can be layered," Yan Hang said. "It's enough to add a layer of milk foam at the end."

At first glance, it looked a little ecstatic.

When they brought the coffee made by Yan Hang to the two girls, they looked very satisfied.

However, a girl smashed the layered ice latte into a ball, and he felt very distressed immediately.

"Just stir it like that, stir it up!" Chu Yi whispered while supporting the bar.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang smiled, "Some people like to drink in layers, and some like to mix and drink."

"Waste," said the first day, "that's still divided, what level."

"You have a lot of control," Yan Hang said. "Come in and continue to teach you to do other things."

There were not too many guests tonight. After the two girls left, two couples came. One pair ordered coffee and the other ordered juice.

Yan Hang didn't do it himself, but quietly instructed him to do it next to him.

clumsy.

Grandma used to scold him like this, and he was quite unconvinced on the first day of junior high, but he didn't bother to refute it. Today, he felt that what grandma said might not be unreasonable.

He is just clumsy. Although he has done it all, the taste should be fine based on the reaction of the guests, but he is more than 180,000 grandmother away from Yan Hang's beautiful movements.

At half past nine, he leaned against the bar and let out a sigh of relief: "It's really troublesome."

"Actually, that's about it. It takes two or three days to get used to it," Yan Hang said. "The requirements of the small shop are not high, and the customers will not pick anything wrong. At most, the coffee is not good."

"Tonight, it must be good, drink it." Chu Yi smiled.

"Do you want me to go home first?" Yan Hang asked.

I was a little embarrassed for not speaking on the first day of the new year. If Yan Hang was not here tonight, he would have to close at 8 o'clock.

At ten o'clock on the first day of the new year, the bar had been cleaned up and the door was closed on time.

There are not many people on the street, and the bars and KTVs on both sides are still very lively.

On the first day of the first day of the first day of the first year, he looked around, front, back, left, and right, and found no suspicious people, so he walked slowly to the street with Yan Hang.

The wind at night was very cold, he looked at Yan Hang, Yan Hang was wearing a thick coat, very handsome, but the wind at this moment probably couldn't stop it.

"Are you cold?" Chu Yi asked.

"It's freezing." Yan Hang shrank his neck exaggeratedly.

On the first day of the first day, he was stunned, and quickly took off his quilted jacket.

Yan Hang was happy when he saw it: "What are you doing?"

"This is warm, warm." Chu Yi said.

"Aren't you cold?" Yan Hang asked.

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

"Okay, then you can freeze," Yan Hang took his coat and put it on himself, "Don't cry when you catch a cold."

"Impossible." Chu Yi said.

The cold is very cold. Under his coat is a long-sleeved T-shirt and a single-layer sportswear. When the wind blows, everyone is blown through.

But he knew that he would not have any problems. He wore it like this since he was a child. In the winter, he was only wearing a down jacket that had been worn for 800 years and ran out.

But when he reached the street, he still sneezed.

I couldn't hold back for a long time.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed.

"Silly dog," Yan Hang took off his coat, draped it over him, and put his arms around him, "This whole body is frozen, do you know what it means to be dead?"

"I'm not dead, hold on." Chu Yi said.

"Put it on and take a taxi." Yan Hang said.

The first day of the new year was a little depressing, and it was easy to "mature" once, and was even laughed at by Yan Hang.

Yan Hang stopped a taxi. The first car he got in on the first day of the first day of the new year, before he could sit in it, Yan Hang got up and squeezed next to him and sat down.

On the first day of the first day, he wanted to move further inside to make room for Yan Hang, but the feeling of being so crowded together made him feel very comfortable, so he pretended not to move.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

He looked straight ahead, calmly pretending he didn't know anything.

"Dog." Yan Hang called him with a smile.

"Huh?" The first day still looked ahead.

Yan Hang didn't speak.

So he didn't say anything on the first day of the new year, but he could hear Yan Hang laughing for a long time.

In the end, he had to move in, and when he moved his buttocks, Yan Hang grabbed his hand with a smile and pulled him towards him.

He quickly fell back, next to Yan Hang's arm.

When they got off the bus, the driver turned his head and stared at the two of them, and then he suddenly came back to his senses on the first day of the new year.

This kind of behavior of pulling around in the back seat and having to be next to others may not seem very normal.

He suddenly felt that his face was flushed, and when he got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew over, but he couldn't blow the temperature off his face.

Returning to Yan Hang's house, he was blinded by the warmth that rushed to his face, and he even burned his ears.

"Hey," Yan Hang glanced at him, "what's the matter?"

"What?" The first day of the first year asked firmly.

"Blushing like this," Yan Hang touched his face, "Did the wind blow?"

"Well," the first day of the first day nodded quickly, "Ying, Yingfenghong."

Yan Hang laughed: "Go to sleep, I'm going to get up early tomorrow to help Lao Cui look up some things."

"Oh," Chu Yi looked at him, "Part-time?"

"It's free," said Yan Hang, "a fan of money."

"I want 10, 100,000," said the first day of the first year, "I won't, I'm lost in money."

"Ouch," Yan Hang said happily while taking off his clothes, "I'll give you that card."

"No," Chu Yi put his eyes on the coffee table, "I earn it myself."

Yan Hang took off his clothes while laughing. When he went to wash up and walked to the bedroom, he took off his T-shirt and went into the room shirtless.

On the first day of the first year of junior high school, he felt that his eyesight was getting better and better, and he could see Yan Hang's beautiful waist in the corner of his eye.

But after shaking for a few seconds, he woke up again and followed up to the bedroom: "What's wrong with the wound, how is it?"

"Do you want to see it?" Yan Hang asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded.

Yan Hang turned to face him, and took off a small piece of gauze on his waist: "It's scabbed. Now put a gauze on it to prevent friction."

"Oh." Chu Yi frowned.

The wound is indeed scabbed, but the shape of the incision can be clearly seen, which is a bit shocking.

"The opening of the operation is also better." Yan Hang turned around and took off the gauze on his lower abdomen. "It still hurts a little bit when you press it. If you don't touch it, you won't feel anything."

The first day of the new year was very distressing. Even if it was completely healed in the future, these two scars would probably exist forever.

"Help me stick two pieces of gauze again," Yan Hang took the small medicine box and handed it to him, and lay down on the bed, "Hey... It's really comfortable to lie down."

On the first day of junior high, took a piece of folded gauze, covered it over the wound, and pulled a few pieces of tape on it.

It was a little ugly, and he reached out and pressed lightly on the gauze.

In the palm of his hand, he instantly felt Yan Hang's flat and firm lower abdomen, which rose and fell with his breathing.

He quickly retracted his hand, lowered his head and packed the small medicine box: "I'll go wash my face."

Yan Hang leaned against the bedside, turned on his phone, and looked at a bunch of comments on Weibo.

He didn't read comments very much before, so he saved a few days to take a look. There weren't many comments, just those people, but recently his Weibo fans have increased a lot, and the comments have also increased, but the content is similar, all kinds of head-to-head parties , There are also many people seeking the Weibo of a handsome boy in junior high school.

He smiled, put the phone aside and yawned.

There must have been Weibo on the first day of junior high, but he really didn't ask.

Just slipped down and lay down on the pillow, when the phone rang on the bed on the first day of the new year.

"Phone!" Yan Hang shouted, "The first day of the first year!"

"Ah!" Chu Yi responded.

He glanced at the phone, it was an unsaved number, and the attribution showed that it was the great capital.

On the first day of junior high school, he ran into the bedroom and picked up the phone. When he saw the number, he was stunned: "Who is it?"

"Take a listen, maybe you spent a lot of money overseas, and Thailand bought an elephant." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, he answered the phone with a smile: "Hello?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

"Hello?" Chu Yi said again, "Who is it?"

There was still no one talking over there. He held the phone in front of him and looked at it. Yan Hang suddenly turned over, knelt on the edge of the bed, grabbed his hand, and tapped the speakerphone on the phone.

He looked at Yan Hang and was stunned.

"Ask again." Yan Hang whispered.

"Hello? Talk?" When Chu Yi spoke again, his voice trembled uncontrollably.

He had already reacted to what Yan Hang meant.

On the other end of the phone, it could be Dad.

With the silence on the phone, his hands began to tremble a little, and when he finally hung up over there, his whole body trembled a little.

He held the phone that had no sound and stared at Yan Hang.

My heart was beating fast, my eyes were a little blurry, and everything was shaking slightly with my heartbeat.

"It's... who?" he asked.

"I don't know," Yan Hang took his cell phone, put it aside, raised his chin with his fingers, and looked at him, "Dog?"

"Yes, is it my dad...?" Chu Yi looked at him, "Really?"

"I don't know," Yan Hang said softly, "maybe it was a typo."

"I made a mistake, why didn't you make a sound?" The voice of the first day was still a little trembling.

Yan Hang didn't speak, he stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly: "It's okay, whoever he is, you can just be fine now, don't worry about others."

"Yeah." Chu Yi hugged his waist.

His arms were pressed against Yan Hang's smooth skin, warm and steady.

He closed his eyes, tried to adjust his breathing, and slowly calmed down.

"The first day of the first year." Yan Hang released him and looked at his face.

"Well." Chu Yi also looked at him.

"Don't think blindly," Yan Hang said, "Do you hear me?"

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

"Promise me to do what I want to do." Yan Hang said.

"Well." Chu Yi smiled.

"Sleep," Yan Hang patted his face, "some things can only be waited for, just live right in front of you."

"Yeah." Chu Yi replied.

After turning off the light and lying down, on the first day of the first year, he carefully rubbed against Yan Hang.

"Tomorrow, you will work hard and put on the quilt for me," Yan Hang said. "It's time to change to a bigger quilt."

"Well," Chu turned over to look at him, "Didn't you say that the wound is healed, didn't you?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Yan Hang turned his head.

"Then you still can't cover the quilt, son?" said the first day, "then no, no good."

"Stupid," Yan Hang said, "I just don't want to put on a quilt. The most annoying thing in the world is to put on a quilt."

"Then I'll beg too, I hate quilts, son." Chu Yi said.

"There's no way, just grit your teeth and endure it." Yan Hang said.

"Bullying me?" Chu Yi sighed.

"Otherwise," Yan Hang said, "who else can I support besides you."

"...Okay," Chu Yi sighed, "My ears are pissed, and I'm down."

"Go away," Yan Hang laughed, reaching out and pinching his ear, "Let me see if I'm down."

Yan Hang's fingertips were a little cold, but when he pinched the tip of his ear, he felt a numb burning heat.

He stared at Yan Hang.

Today, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony were not fully drawn, and the moonlight came in through the gaps in the curtains.

Yan Hang's face was half hidden in front of him.

Clear yet soft contours.

The slight touch that Yan Hang touched his lips today seemed to reappear on his lips.

He lowered his head suddenly, not knowing what he wanted to do or what he was doing.

When he pressed Yan Hang's lips and his teeth hit Yan Hang's teeth, he stopped, and his whole body froze.

"Fuck." Yan Hang cursed vaguely, probably hurt by being knocked on.

There was a panic at first.

Done!

crazy!

dying!

Forget it now!

Boom and die!

Die!

On the first day of the first year, he braced his arm and wanted to leave before Yan Hang slapped him.

As soon as he raised his head, Yan Hang's arm was hooked, his hand was on his neck, and then he lifted his knee and pushed him aside.

He was knocked over on his back, and at least twenty ways Yan Hang could beat him flashed before his eyes.

When Yan Hang squeezed his neck and pressed him, he felt that he was probably the first dog to be strangled to death by his relatives suddenly because he took the wrong medicine.

When Yan Hang's lips touched his, he still hadn't recovered.

I just feel out of breath.