Yan Hang was smoking a cigarette and looked at the back of his head in the first grade.

When he and his father rescued the first year of junior high school together, he was still a muffled child in front of the crab. If they didn't show up that night, the first day of junior high school would have been bullied.

But now, he just needs to stand here, holding a paper tube in the first day of the first year can make the boss of this film shocked and angry before he dares to speak out.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Crab looked at the first day of the first year.

Yan Hang felt that this sentence was still powerful. Now that the river is frozen, it is not a big problem to throw it down for winter swimming.

"Just say it." After the first day of the first day, he put the paper tube back.

Emotional intelligence is not bad, and Yan Hang evaluates the first year of the first year one by one.

The style of the first day of the first year was different from his style. The first day of the first year saved the crabs' face. If they kept holding the paper tube and pestle in front of the crabs, they probably wouldn't open their mouths without a fight.

And he is generally "I don't care", and it's a fight.

"Why do you say I know?" Crab said.

"You don't, do you know?" Chu Yi asked.

Crab frowned and didn't speak, his face turned to one side, looking very unhappy.

He didn't say anything on the first day of the first day, so he probably didn't know what to say.

"Do you have to wait for the police to come and ask?" Yan Hang said, "By the way, go in and stay for a few days?"

Gan Xie glanced at him, and Yan Hang narrowed his eyes and looked at him from the smoke.

"Fuck," Crab gritted his teeth and scolded, "People say it casually, and I say it casually. I can't guarantee whether it's true or not. I said the same thing when the police really came."

"Speak." Chu Yi said.

"A person who used to mix with Lao Ding. When Lao Ding died, he went to work in the south," Crab said. "It was said that he saw Lao Chu, but it was just a glance."

When someone was working in the south, he saw a man who looked like his father in a labor market, but he didn't say anything, just glanced at it.

After Liang Bing left, he looked at Yan Hang on the first day of the first day. He didn't know whether the news was reliable or not, and whether he could believe it.

"My dad, how could it be," said the first day of the first year, "to use it, labor market? Temporary labor?"

"What else can he do if he doesn't go? Can someone drive?" Yan Hang said, "He doesn't dare to use his ID card and driver's license, so he can only go to places like this."

He frowned at first.

"But if this is true," Yan Hang sighed, "you ran far enough."

"My dad is really..." Chu Yi said softly, but he didn't finish what he said later.

Grandma has always looked down on Dad, saying that he is timid and afraid of things. Now that think about it, grandma doesn't like anyone in her life, and she either scolds this or that, but her evaluation of Dad doesn't seem to be completely nonsense.

If it wasn't because he was afraid that he didn't take responsibility, it would be that Dad's involvement in this matter was not as shallow as Yan Hang said. Yan Hang always said that he didn't have the guts.

Sometimes, on the first day of the first year, hated father's lack of responsibility, and sometimes hoped that he just didn't take responsibility in this matter.

"Hi," Yan Hang stood in front of the tree hole, hunched over, "remember me?"

The first time he saw him and smiled.

The first time met Yan Hang here, Yan Hang ran to his exclusive tree hole to talk, and he was very unhappy.

"I'm a friend of your Dazhong face friend," Yan Hang said. "I haven't seen him for a long time. Dazhong face has grown up, and he's not very handsome anymore. See if you can recognize him in a while?"

After Yan Hang finished speaking, he patted the tree trunk, walked to the stone bench by the river, sat down, and looked at him.

When he walked to the tree hole and stood in the same posture as Yan Hang, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

"I am, but I have grown taller, a lot, and now I am a giant, a giant," Chu put his face on the tree hole, "I used to be, aren't I very long-winded? Every time, I say a lot of wishes ,desire."

He closed his eyes and smiled: "I don't have any wishes for now. I'm very happy."

After staying by the river for a while, I checked the time for the first time: "Go to my house again, let's see."

"Yeah." Yan Hang pulled the scarf, it was really cold here, and the wind was blowing by the river for a long time, thanks to his thickest down jacket.

He glanced at the first day of the first year, and he looked quite comfortable, as expected, he was someone who had been frozen since he was a child.

"If my grandma returns, it's still making trouble," the first day frowned, "I won't go back, go."

"Okay." Yan Hang nodded.

After finishing speaking on the first day of the new year, he kept frowning, and after walking out all the way, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his forehead again, and used his fingers to rub the place where he frowned just now to both sides.

Yan Hang was amused: "What are you doing?"

"Give it to Xiao, smooth out the wrinkles and smooth them out." The first day said, "I'm only ten, not seven years old, so I can have wrinkles."

"You're all fighting," Yan Hang said, "do you still care about a little wrinkle?"

"What's wrong with the potatoes, only you, the onions, pay attention to the shape, the image?" said the first day.

"Shut up." Yan Hang patted him on the head.

The downstairs of the first year is no longer as lively as before, but when passing by several residents of the community, from the eyes of them looking at the first year, they can still see that his grandma's performance was still unfinished.

On the first day of the first day, walked into the downstairs shop and bought a cigarette.

The owner of the commissary glanced at him and sighed hesitantly.

On the first day of the first day, he didn't speak, and continued to walk home with a cigarette.

Yan Hang followed behind him in silence, and he didn't know what else to say in this situation.

When he took out the key to open the door, he turned to look at him.

"It's all right." Yan Hang said, he knew the meaning of the first day of the first year. This was probably the first time to bring people home in the first day of the first year of the first year. It's probably not an easy task to show such a home in front of others.

On the first day of the first day, he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, and when he lowered his head to send the key to the lock, he suddenly stopped.

"What?" Yan Hang asked in a low voice.

On the first day of the first day, I stared at the lock for a long time, then reached out and touched it again: "Change the lock."

Yan Hang was stunned.

The first day of the new year was relatively calm. After biting his lip, he raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times.

After a while, there was movement inside the door, probably first looking out of the cat's eyes, Yan Hang heard the voice of an old man, and said something inside: "Where is the rare guest."

The door opened, and an old man stood inside, probably the grandfather of the first year of junior high school.

The old man looked a little more normal than grandma, at least there was no scary makeup on his face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was like a family with grandma.

"I came to inspect, and I brought a thug." The old man looked at Yan Hang.

Yan Hang's prepared voice "Hello, Grandpa" was choked back by the look of this sentence. He didn't say a word and looked at the old man.

"Where's my grandmother?" Chu Yi asked from the door.

What Yan Hang found very unbearable was that the old man kept holding the door with his hands, and he didn't seem to want to let the first day in.

"I'm tired of scolding and resting," said the old man.

After a few seconds of silence on the first day of the new year, he took out the cigarette and shouted into the house, "Grandma, the cigarette for you."

"What are you shouting!" The grandmother's voice came from the room, "What happened to whoever didn't let you in!"

On the first day of the first day, he pushed the old man away and walked into the house. When Yan Hang was about to follow him in, the old man's hand reached out again. On the first day of the first year, he grabbed his hand and grabbed the door frame: "Come in."

The house smells of dust and the lighting is not very good. There are no windows in the living room, only the open kitchen door can let in a little light, and the daytime is dark like midnight.

Yan Hang stood by the door and had no idea of ​​continuing to go inside.

Looking at the living room in front of him, he couldn't imagine how he had lived here for more than ten years on the first day of the first year, and how depressed and inferior he was before.

Although the furniture in the house is said to be old, it is not uncommon in the old houses of ordinary people. There may be eight of the ten households in this building. Can't wait for people.

After giving my grandma a cigarette for the first time, I looked at a closed room again: "Where's my mother?"

"I eloped with someone." Grandpa replied very smoothly.

Turned to look at him for the first time.

"You have a mouth, don't you?" Grandma threw the cigarette on the coffee table. "You have a neat mouth, don't you? Why didn't you swallow your tongue with such a neat mouth! I'm going to need you to dip a saucer!"

On the first day of the new year, he opened the door of that room, looked inside, and turned around again, the expression on his face was indescribable, and he looked a little dazed.

"Let's go." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, he still didn't speak, and after a while in place, he walked over to the door.

No one in the room spoke anymore. When they went out the door on the first day of the new year and closed the door with their hands, the voice of the grandmother came from the room. Emotional cry.

On the first day of the first day, I went downstairs, walked out of the corridor, and said, "I may not come back in the future."

"It doesn't matter," Yan Hang put his arm around his shoulder, "Home is not just a name, it doesn't mean that I will point you to a house, that it means home is home."

First look at him.

"It depends on the people and feelings in the house," Yan Hang said. "Those are the homes."

"Yeah." Chu Yi replied.

"Home is where you feel like you belong." Yan Hang added.

"What?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Guess." Yan Hang said.

"Tell me again, one more time," Chu Yi took out his mobile phone and poked at him a few times, "I'll record it, a video."

"Alright?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded slightly, "please go, start your show, act."

"There used to be a local dog, his nickname was Puppy, and then he grew up and became Brother Gou," Yan Hang said quickly in a series, "Brother Gou named himself Tuoer and was especially afraid of being handsome. There are wrinkles on his face, and he feels that he is the most handsome in the world all day long, and his face is bigger than the wheel hub..."

On the first day of the first day, he held up his mobile phone, half-opened his mouth, and looked at him in shock.

"Wu Tuo'er still wants to crack the password of my treasure map, so I have to tell it and record a video," Yan Hang said, "How could I tell him? Although he wants to confuse me with beauty, I will never say it. of."

"Fuck you..." The first day of the first year was very shocked.

Yan Hang said with a sullen face: "I still curse, I won't tell you, our Onion family..."

"Shut up." Chu Yi said.

"Is the recording finished?" Yan Hang asked.

"I don't want to talk anymore." Chu Yi sighed, stopped the video, and clicked play again.

After listening to what Yan Hang just said again, he lowered his head and began to laugh, laughing at the phone all the way.

"Silly dog." Yan Hang patted the back of his head.

Originally, according to the plan of the first day of the first year, I should stay at home for a while today, but I didn't expect such a sudden change. He and Yan Hang stood on the street and didn't know what to do.

"Call your mother," Yan Hang said, "ask what's going on, and feel better when you figure it out, otherwise you'll still be upset when you think about it in the future."

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly, took the phone and dialed his mother's number.

Shut down.

This result is quite unexpected, but in fact it is not surprising, it is basically still within my mother's behavior.

That's it.

On the first day of the new year, looked up and saw that the sun today is still very good. Standing in the sun, can still feel the warmth in the gap between the wind.

"Go to the boxing gym, then invite your aunt to dinner," Yan Hang helped him arrange, "Go to your grandpa's house after eating."

"Okay." On the first day of the first year, he took a breath, and felt better after slowly spitting it out.

Actually it's no big deal.

He has always wanted to leave here, apart from the unpleasantness that came from all around him, he also wanted to leave the home he was often reluctant to go back to.

It's a relief now, if still thought that it was mother, grandmother, and grandfather after all before came back, don't have such thoughts now.

In their hearts, it seems that there is no relative called the first day.

There was no one in the boxing gym today, and they were all on holiday, but Coach He and a few students were there, and they were so shocked when they saw the first day of the first year that they could hardly speak.

If not all of them had already changed their clothes and were ready to go home, a few people would probably have dragged him to the stage to fight him on the spot.

I liked this feeling the first time.

Seeing the people he knew looked surprised because of his changes, it was like someone was helping him to confirm that he was really growing up a little bit, and he was no longer the suffocated dog he used to be.

Auntie was better when she saw him, after all, she had seen him before.

But when she saw Yan Hang, she still vigilantly questioned him for a long time.

"Our family has always been careless on the first day of the new year. He is honest and has a soft personality," the aunt said. "To be honest, I am most worried that he will be deceived, kidnapped, sold or something when he goes out."

"Probably not," Yan Hang said, "his nickname is Brother Gou."

"It's grown up," the aunt sighed, "I can only rely on myself in the future."

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

"If your mother changes with your aunt..." Yan Hang said while sitting in the car to his grandfather's house.

But it was interrupted by the first day of the first day: "Then I will touch you, I won't be able to reach you."

"The price of meeting me is too high." Yan Hang smiled.

"Look, how do you understand." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang clicked his tongue: "I was complimented a few times, and I became philosophical right away when I grew up."

"You still have to match, let's cooperate." Chu Yi smiled.

It can be seen that grandpa's house is a pleasant thing for the first year of junior high school. Compared with when went home, had nothing to say.

He stammered and introduced various scenery along the way to Yan Hang, as well as interesting things he encountered every time he went there when he was a child.

Yan Hang didn't speak too much, he watched and listened to the first day of the first year.

"Is it hard?" Chu Yi asked.

"Huh?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Listen to me, words." Chu Yi said.

"I'm used to it," said Yan Hang, "I don't think I'll get used to it when you say it's smooth."

"You are suitable, your ability to adapt is pretty good, strong." Chu nodded slightly.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Hang said.

When he saw his grandparents in the first year of junior high school, Yan Hang relaxed.

This is what he imagined an old man should have in a family, a kind old man with a smile, a warm old lady with a smile.

"Hello, grandma and grandma." Yan Hang greeted the two old people smoothly.

"Yan Hang, right?" Grandpa pointed to him and said to grandma, "This is the one, the five-star team leader."

"Foreman." The first day corrected.

"Five-star foreman," grandma gave a thumbs up, "grandma will cook you a six-star meal tomorrow."

"I'll cook tomorrow," Yan Hang said, "I can have eight stars for my cooking."

"See," grandpa patted grandma, "you lose."

Grandma waved her hand, not quite convinced: "Let's make the bed for you first, I thought I came here only after I got the second and third grades of junior high school like in previous years."

After all the fuss, grandma insisted on making two bowls of nine-star noodles for them to eat.

"Hey," Yan Hang stretched out in front of the window of the hut after eating, "Did they sleep?"

"I slept. I usually slept now, and I have slept for a long time." Chu Yi smiled.

"I've eaten enough." Yan Hang said.

"I can't finish eating, what's the matter." On the first day of the first day, he touched his stomach.

"I'm too embarrassed to not finish it." Yan Hang said.

"Tired?" Chu Yi looked at him.

Yan Hang looked relaxed and natural when talking to his grandparents, but he knew that Yan Hang probably didn't particularly like this kind of situation, after all, he was a loner.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I'm tired, but not annoying."

"I talk a lot." Chu Yi said.

"Ten sentences from her are better than one from your grandma," Yan Hang said, "and they didn't ask me why I came here with you for the New Year. I'm afraid to answer such questions."

The first day of the first day smiled: "Ah, tomorrow she is willing to tell you ghosts and stories."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts," Yan Hang said, "a ghost story about an old lady coaxing a puppy."

"Okay." Chu Yi smiled and lay down on the bed.

Probably tired, he felt like he was snoring within a few minutes of lying down, but to his surprise, Yan Hang next to him seemed to fall asleep faster than him. When he was still conscious, Yan Hang's breathing had changed. very slow.

On the first day of the first day, he turned over, put his arm lightly on Yan Hang's waist, and fell asleep.

This was probably the first time in his life that he was excited about the New Year and woke up before dawn.

When he touched the air with his hand, he suddenly opened his eyes on the first day of the first day, but Yan Hang was not on the bed?

He quickly got up and put on his clothes. Grandma was busy in the living room. When he saw him running out, he pointed up: "Five stars are above your grandfather."

"Oh." On the first day of the first day, he went out to the terrace.

The terrace had been covered with plastic film by grandpa, pretending to be a greenhouse. When he went up, grandpa was telling Yan Hang about his flowers and plants.

"As soon as it blooms in spring," grandpa said with a proud face, "it's all red, it's very beautiful."

"Well," Yan Hang yawned, pretending to look at the flower next to him, "Is the flower big?"

"The mouth of the bowl is so big. Many people in this building have raised it, and it's the biggest one here." Grandpa said.

"Amazing," Yan Hang nodded and smiled when he saw the first day of the first year, "Morning."

"My grandfather is showing up again, with flowers," Chu Yi said with a smile, standing next to Yan Hang and asked in a low voice, "Why did you wake up so early?"

"I got up and went to the toilet," Yan Hang also whispered, "I ran into your grandfather. I think I got up and pulled me here."

"Then you went to the toilet?" The first day of the first year asked quickly.

"Come on, can I still hold it in until now?" Yan Hang snorted.

The flower viewing activity on the terrace ended soon, and my grandmother came up and asked my grandfather to go down to help with the meals.

"Really, I'll come." Yan Hang said.

"Can you make dumplings?" Grandma asked.

"What you can say, no matter Chinese food or Western food," Yan Hang said, "I will."

"Ouch," Grandma looked at the first year of the first year, "is it true or false?"

"Really," nodded at the beginning, and after grandma left, he looked at Yan Hang again, "really?"

"Fake," Yan Hang laughed, "I've always bragged like the real thing."

But dumplings are not bragging. saw Yan Hang making dumplings on the first day of the first year, and they were very good.

When Yan Hang started to meet, his grandmother pointed at him: "Yo, this is really possible."

"Me too." Chu Yi said.

"Then you come?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"I'll just follow and talk." Chu Yi said.

There are not many rules for grandparents in their thirties. When the dumplings are wrapped, they can be eaten at any time. After eating, they go to bed. They sleep until they wake up before dinner to prepare for staying up late at night.

Neither Yan Hang nor Chu Yi had such a sleeping habit. After staying in the house for a while, Chu Yi took Yan Hang out the door.

Wandering around on the main streets of the town, took Yan Hang to see the places loved to go to when was young.

It was a little dark, and it was estimated that the grandparents got up and went back.

"It's not here, you can go shopping," said the first day of the first year. "Walking around so casually, meeting the meeting, won't you be bored?"

"No, I quite like this kind of town," Yan Hang flexed his arms. "It's not far from the city, and it's clean and not particularly crowded."

"I like it too," Chu Yi smiled, "I used to live in the past, and I look forward to the New Year. I look forward to coming here."

"Will you give me New Year's money later?" Yan Hang rubbed his hands.

"Yes, but no, too much." The first day of the first year also rubbed his hands.

"It doesn't matter, I just want to receive serious New Year's money once," Yan Hang said, "My dad and Lao Cui gave me the New Year's money, which was very unserious."

In the first day of the first year, he didn't speak, but laughed for a long time.

"Really, just..." Yan Hang turned his head with a smile, but his words suddenly paused. In a small town during the New Year's Eve, except for the two of them, the street was basically empty, but in the corner of his eyes I saw someone who said, "Every time I give it, it's like a joke."

When he looked in that direction, there was no one there. In the middle of the two closed shops, there was a narrow alley, and no one was seen.

But Yan Hang knew that there must be someone there just now.

And his first judgment was that it was the father of the first year of junior high school.

Yan Hang didn't tell the first year about this. He was not 100% sure that it was the father of the first year, and he couldn't even be 100% sure that there was someone there.

I don't want to let the mood of the first year of the first year of the new year be affected again and again.

When got back to grandparents' house, grandma was already busy in the kitchen.

Yan Hang went in and grabbed the stove forcibly, quickly remixed the various ingredients prepared by grandma, and started cooking.

"It's all for him to mix and match," grandma whispered to grandpa at the kitchen door. "It's too fashionable to understand, and I don't know if I can eat it."

"You're just not convinced." Grandpa said with a smile.

"I've been cooking for decades, how can I still be convinced by such a little kid?" Grandma said, "Look at the first year of the first year, is that someone who can cook?"

"It's not the first year of the first year." Grandpa said.

Yan Hang's cooking speed has always been very fast. Grandma has already cooked stewed vegetables before. It is not troublesome to cook. It doesn't take a lot of time to get a few dishes on the table.

"It's really... It's quite good-looking, this dish, look at it." Grandpa said.

"Is this kid really not bragging?" Grandma stood by the table.

On the first day of the new year, he was very proud. After sitting down, he poured wine for everyone and raised his glass.

"Everything is fine," said Grandma.

"It's all right!" said Grandpa.

Yan Hang saw the tears suddenly welling up in the eyes of the two old men.

"Okay," he glanced out the window. "Look at the first year of junior high, you've grown into a big boy."

"Yes," said grandpa with a smile, wiping his eyes, "this is an instant."

After drinking a few sips of wine and the old man's mood calmed down, Yan Hang was about to find a topic to talk about, when the grandma sitting opposite him suddenly said to him with a mysterious face: "Five stars, grandma will tell you a ghost story."

"Ah?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Tradition." Chu Yi said with a smile.

"Did you wander the streets today?" Grandma asked.

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

"Did I take you to the back street, the street with a temple?" The expression on Grandma's face changed a little, with a bit of fear.

"Go... let's go," Yan Hang looked at her, "there is a temple..."

"Did you look in?" Grandma asked again, lowering her voice, "If you look in, you will feel that someone is behind..."

Yan Hang was inexplicably chilled by the expression and voice of his grandmother.

Grandma suppressed her voice: "Pull your hair..."

Yan Hang suddenly felt that the hair on the back of his head moved slightly as if being blown by the wind, and his heart jumped wildly, and this subconscious panic was uncontrollable.

"Ah!" he shouted, straightening his back sharply, and turning his head.

He saw Grandpa's hand was holding up behind him.

Grandpa and grandma laughed, grabbed his hand and rubbed it with a smile.

"This year's unhappiness is scared away," grandma looked at him with a smile, "next year will be a happy year."

"Ah." Yan Hang was stunned for a while, and then laughed.