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Chapter 79
Long nights, sleep attentively.
Why would anyone want to play a dog.
Dogs are also dignified, and they can't just stay honest and let loose every time, they will rise up and resist when pressed.
Therefore, the battle between the dog and the dog is still very fierce.
Potatoes and onions were gasping badly.
The sheets were also twisted in waves during the fight, and the quilt was thrown to the ground.
To be honest, when Yan Hang jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, he sat on the bed and looked at the mess on the first day of the first year. It didn't feel like a dog licking scene at all. No matter how you looked at it, it should be a scene of a fight. .
"Dog, change the sheets!" Yan Hang stuck his head out and shouted after entering the bathroom.
"Why?" Chu Yi sat cross-legged on the messy sheets.
Yan Hang ignored him and closed the bathroom door.
On the first day of the first year, I sighed, but now I will not be bullied by everyone, and now I am being bullied by someone staring at me.
Before Yan Hang came out of the shower, he honestly got out of bed, found a clean sheet and put it on. Considering that the quilt had already been rubbed on the ground, with Yan Hang's attention to detail and the degree of bullying, such The quilt must also be replaced.
So he replaced the quilt together.
When Yan Hang came out, on the first day of the first day, he was holding the changed sheets and quilt covers and preparing to wash them.
"So good." Yan Hang came over and kissed him.
"This kind of small, kind and small, Hui is begging, I can't please, mine." On the first day of the first day, he left the bedroom.
"I'll rub your back for you." Yan Hang said in the room.
"No need," Chu Yi sighed, "I'm afraid you will hit me."
Yan Hang lay on the bed and laughed for a long time.
In the first place, stuffed the sheets and quilts into the washing machine, and then squatted in front of the washing machine.
His home is an old washing machine. When washing clothes, it feels like it is being forcibly dismantled. It is said that it is fully automatic.
This is the first time he has used a roller. It was operated by Yan Hang before. After washing it, he took it to dry.
Fortunately, although he is dirty, his brain is still easy to use. After a few glances, he understands it. After poking a few times, he found an option that should be the most water-efficient and power-saving according to the name, and then went back to the bedroom.
I don't know if it's comfortable to play with a dog or to be petted by a dog, but Yan Hang had already fallen asleep with his head tilted while he was taking things to wash.
On the first day of the first day of the new year, quickly put down movements, turned off the lights, went to bed, laid down and covered the quilt, and pressed the mute button for every system action.
Hearing Yan Hang's gentle breathing, he felt relieved.
From knowing his father's news to asking what happened to now, he always had a feeling that he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he never felt relieved.
Now that he heard Yan Hang's sleeping breathing, he was really relaxed.
Anyway, this is the end of it.
Although Uncle Yan's whereabouts are still unknown, and although Lao Ding's accomplices have not been caught, at least the matter that changed their lives is clear.
I also slept soundly on the first day.
But in the middle of the night, he woke up once, because Yan Hang, who was lying beside him, suddenly moved abruptly, as if he wanted to sit up, but he did not wake up.
On the first day of the first day, he stretched out his arms around him and patted his arm lightly.
Yan Hang must have had a nightmare. He wanted to say something to comfort Yan Hang, but before he could think about what to say, he fell asleep again.
When woke up in the morning, felt pretty good, especially when saw the back of Yan Hang stretched out against the pale golden sunlight on the balcony, felt that was out of breath when woke up.
"Are you going to sleep, okay?" he asked, lying on the bed.
"Not bad," Yan Hang said, "but it seems like a nightmare."
"Well," Chu nodded slightly, "yes."
"Dream about my dad," Yan Hang clicked his tongue. "I should have been very happy when I dreamed of him, but it turns out that I dreamed of a case, which is quite scary."
"He's all right now, he's all right," said the first day, "the injury will be healed soon."
"Yeah," Yan Hang turned around and entered the room, and slapped his ass, "Get up, I'm going to the hotel early today."
"What?" Chu Yi sat up.
"Today I'm going to the back kitchen to cook a few dishes," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to enter the back kitchen."
"Really?" On the first day of the first day, he jumped out of bed and followed behind Yan Hang, "So, it will be Yan, the chef?"
"I really dare to think about it," Yan Hang smiled, "I just have a chance to go to the back chef to follow, assistant or something, how can I be the chef, let our chef hear and stare at you."
"In the future, yes." Chu Yi said.
Yan Hang turned back and kissed him on the mouth: "I'm quite good at talking."
Yan Hang's journey to the back kitchen was relatively smooth, and within a month, after several assessments, he went to work in the back kitchen as he wished.
For the first year of junior high school, although the money is not as much as the foreman, as long as Yan Hang is happy, it is a good job.
The only regret is... the uniform is not as good-looking as the front hall!
Yan Hang stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room and took a picture of him and sent it over.
- fluttering white
- Don't beautify the chef's uniform like this, it doesn't float.
- the black apron is still beautiful
- is that an apron? I thought it was a skirt, you didn't take all the pictures
Yan Hang had to take another full-body photo, black pants.
- This dress can only be supported by the face
First reply.
- Anyway, you can't see it when you come to eat.
- If I go to eat, can I eat your food?
- No, I can probably eat the dishes I made
I looked at my phone and laughed for a long time.
In fact, if you look at it a few more times, you won't find it ugly. After all, it's Yan Hang, and it doesn't matter what clothes.
Yan Hang's back-cook work quickly got used to it. In the first year of junior high, he could feel that the back-cook was happier than when he was the foreman. Every day, he would tell him what he did today, what dishes he learned secretly and so on. .
When was a foreman before, hardly heard him talk about work.
As soon as the days are steady, time will pass quickly. In the first year of junior high school, I always felt that this semester had just begun, and I didn't realize that the final exam was about to happen.
Today, they went to the auto repair factory in groups with the teacher to experience it on the spot. The teacher drove the school's broken car and took them there. Several people in the dormitory were more excited than they were on vacation.
"Is there a car that really has a problem today and let us toss it?" Hu Biao asked the teacher.
"You can listen and see," the teacher said. "Want to get started? It's still early."
"Maybe we are geniuses," Zhang Qiang said. "I haven't had a chance to touch the whole car, and we can't develop our abilities."
"You guys in the auto repair group, who wants to say that," the teacher said, "it's only the first year of the first year, and it's far from being a genius. You spend the first day in the training room, and you know how to fall in love."
"No," Gao Xiaoyang said, "I'm not in a relationship. I mainly sleep and don't have time to be in a relationship."
Several people were happy.
Sitting in the co-driver's seat on the first day of junior high school, felt a little bit emotional. Except for the one that the principal sometimes drove out to be used as a facade, the other cars were not very good. It started to bang from the start of the fire.
After driving for a while, when the teacher stepped on the accelerator to accelerate, he heard a very light ticking sound in the lively chatter of a group of people on the first day of the first year, which was quite rhythmic.
He listened carefully, and the sound reappeared the second time he accelerated.
"No engine, oil?" He turned around and asked the teacher.
"Really?" the teacher asked back.
"Tick, tick," said the first day, "it's time to accelerate."
"Did you see?" The teacher tilted his head and said to the people behind, "You all know that chatting, your ears are all white, have you ever told you how to find faults through abnormal noises!"
"I didn't hear it." Li Ziqiang stretched his head to the front row, "I can't hear you in the back row."
"You can't hear you sitting in the front row," the teacher said.
"You are so easy to force us to isolate the first year of junior high school," Zhou Chunyang said. "The tradition of our dormitory is to exclude and isolate outstanding students."
Laughed at first.
"What if it's not the oil?" the teacher asked the first year of the first year.
"Between the valves, the gap," said the first day of the first year, "adjust it, if it still rings, you have to remove the engine, the engine."
"Well," the teacher nodded, "the cost of dismantling the engine for a comprehensive inspection is high. Adding oil, changing the filter, and adjusting the valve are all maintenance methods that save money."
A few people in the back row uttered a neat "um".
At the beginning of the year, was very interested in auto repair, especially when was standing on the scene.
Watching those mechanics drilling under the car gave him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, and he always felt that the job was a good fit for him, without talking or communicating too much.
If there is a problem, find the problem, and fix it when you find it.
Doriso.
"My car always has that kind of squeaking sound, hissing," an elder sister was talking to the maintenance staff, "sometimes you can't hear it if you don't pay attention, but you can hear it when it's a little quieter, weird. frightening."
"What could be the problem?" the teacher asked a few of them in a low voice.
"The cylinder head gasket is leaking." Su Bin said hurriedly.
In fact, it's okay if you don't grab it, the people in the dormitory seem to know that no one is ready to answer.
"Well, there is a possibility," the teacher looked at the first year of the first year, "what do you think?"
"The vacuum tube is broken, and the vacuum leaks..." The first day of the first year, he stood at the front of the car with the maintenance guy, "Is that right?"
"Yes," the little brother nodded, "it's not easy to find this location, you have to listen to where the voice is."
"Here." On the first day of the first year, he bent down and stared at it, and pointed to the voice.
"It seems to be," the little brother also looked at it, then looked back at the teacher, "This year's intern?"
"No," the teacher folded his arms, "it's next year, so I'll bring it here today and feel it, just take a look."
After returning to the dormitory, several people went to the cafeteria to eat together. Hu Biao whispered, "Su Bin is quite upset today."
"It is recommended that he have a fight with the first day of the first year," Zhou Chunyang said. "Jealousy makes one's fighting ability stronger, and maybe he can beat the first day of the first year to the ground."
"That's impossible." Li Ziqiang clicked his tongue twice.
On the first day of the first year, he knew that he made Su Bin a little embarrassed today, but the problems they both talked about were possible, but it just happened that the vacuum tube was broken. He sighed: "It's all based, based..."
"It's all **." Hu Biao nodded.
"Crazy," Wu Xu choked with laughter, "what the hell are you picking up?"
"It's all basic." Zhou Chunyang said.
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"Are you irritating?" Zhang Qiang looked at the first year of the first year, "We didn't answer. You said it was the basics, did you intentionally piss people off?"
"Yeah." The first day continued to nod.
"Let's make an appointment." Zhang Qiang said.
"Okay." The first day still nodded.
"Have you seen it?" Hu Biao couldn't help laughing, "Brother Gou's aura is different now."
"It's not a waste of time for you to force people to promote it for a year." Zhou Chunyang said.
On the first day of the first day, remembered the first time heard someone other than Yan Hang call him Brother Gou. Time really flies by.
At that time, he was still a dwarf, and he didn't dare to speak, and he was especially afraid of being watched.
A year has passed, and when he thinks of himself at that time, although he can still experience that feeling, he has begun to feel a little unfamiliar with that feeling.
"Do you have any plans for the summer vacation?" Yan Hang was sitting on the sofa, holding a travel booklet in his hand, "Do you want to go on a trip?"
"Mr. Wang said, introduce the summer job, and give it to me." On the first day of the first year of junior high school, he lay on the sofa and rested on the armrest, swaying his feet on Yan Hang's legs, "Aren't you awesome?"
"It's awesome," Yan Hang nodded, "You can see how proud you are from the way your feet are swaying."
On the first day of the first day, he smiled and shook it twice.
"When will it start?" Yan Hang asked.
"Mid-July." said the first day.
"That's half a month." Yan Hang nodded.
"What?" Chu Yi asked.
"Want to go out to play?" Yan Hang said, "I have five days of annual leave..."
On the first day of the first day, I was stunned for a while, then jumped up suddenly and roared: "Really!"
Yan Hang was taken aback by him, and the booklet in his hand was thrown directly at his face: "Fake!"
"Ah." Chu Yi looked at him.
"What the hell I want to hold in my hand is a knife, you have to let me chop your head right now," Yan Hang glared at him, "I'm surprised, it's a big dog, brother dog, milk dogs are better than you. Calm down."
"I'm happy," Chu Yi rubbed against him on the first day, "Wow!"
"Go away." Yan Hang lay down on the armrest of the sofa and continued to read the travel brochure.
On the first day of the first day of the new year, he also fell down, lying on top of him, hugging Yan Hang, putting the tip of his nose close to his neck and taking a deep breath: "Brother Xiaotian, change the perfume."
"Well," Yan Hang scratched at his hair, "the nose works well, does it smell good?"
"It smells good," said the first day, "you are originally fragrant."
"This is flattering," Yan Hang snorted, "it's all traces."
Chu Yi buried his face on his shoulder, and after a while he asked again, "Really? Go play."
"Well," Yan Hang tapped the pamphlet on his head, "Do you have any place you want to go? You can go back and forth in five days."
"No." The first day said, "With you, I can go anywhere with you."
"Well, there is a place I want to go to," Yan Hang said hesitantly. "It's not a tourist hotspot, but it's fun too."
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
"I just want to ask your opinion," Yan Hang said, "I want to go for a reason, but if I want to take you with me..."
On the first day of the first day, he looked up at him: "Do you want to go home?"
Yan Hang also looked at him in surprise, and after a while he said, "Your mind exchange is a bit miraculous."
"I think you've been there, have been there," Chu Yi smiled, "I still want to go, there's nothing else, it's somewhere else."
"Well," Yan Hang pressed down on the back of his head and kissed him, "I never thought of going back and have a look before, and I didn't think it had anything special to do with me... But now, just I want to go and see again, and I also want to see my mother, and it's not too far away."
"Then go." Chu Yi said.
"Well." Yan Hang smiled.
Yan Hang didn't know why he suddenly had such an idea. He never wanted to go back and have a look before. He didn't have much memory of where he was born.
Maybe it's because life is so peaceful now that he begins to have time and mood to think about the past.
The mother he hadn't seen, the father he disappeared for a long time, the only connection between them was there.
There was another point he didn't tell the first year of the first year. He always felt that his father would go there.
Although he has tried his best not to think about where his father is and how he is now, but after all, this is his only support and backing in his turbulent life for so many years, and he always wants to find some traces of reassurance.
The final exam of the first year of junior high was just like his current job, there was basically no suspense, and everything went smoothly as expected.
"It's just that the culture class is a bit miserable." Yan Hang said while packing his luggage.
"There's no way," Chuyi threw his clothes on the bed and picked out a few pieces to take out. "After all, he's a professional, a professional, a professional is good, that's all."
"Your shameless spirit is worthy of your whole school learning." Yan Hang said.
"Do you really drive, drive?" Chu Yi looked at him.
"Don't change the subject." Yan Hang said.
"Two swordsmen, driver," said the first day of the first year, "I can't touch it once a year, and I can't get a car once a year."
"You always touch the car, don't you," Yan Hang said, "you haven't touched the whole car."
"Touched." Chu Yi said.
"It's all bad." Yan Hang said.
"Are you young or not, naive." Chu Yi tutted.
"Don't worry," Yan Hang lay down on a pile of clothes, "You are in the car, I will definitely drive carefully."
"Well." On the first day of the first day, he threw himself on top of him, and rubbed his arms hard a few times.
"Get off." Yan Hang said, "You're not a puppy now, you know, you can't hold back your anger anymore."
"I," the first day stood up and leaned against the wall, "one meter eight, eight..."
"Smelly shameless, you have a fart of 1.88 meters." Yan Hang said.
"Eighty-two." Chu Yi said.
"I was 1.82 meters three years ago." Yan Hang said.
"You grow three, three centimeters in three years," said the first day of the first year, "I am three years three, ten centimeters."
"That's because your base is small. When you were in the second year of junior high, you were only one meter and two. You are still more than 60 centimeters long now." Yan Hang looked at the first day of the first year.
Children are not very tall. When usually look at the first year of junior high school, don't think that this kid has grown much taller. When stare at it, realize that the poor little child back then can no longer be seen at all.
Gee, scary.
It is not unusual for Yan Hang to go out on a trip. He travels with his father every three days. He has traveled in any form, and he has driven by himself. Dad bought a broken eight-handed car and drove it. Ninth lot sold after two places.
But for the first year, traveling is a very exciting event.
The two of them had never really traveled anywhere, that is, went home, and it was not very pleasant.
When woke up in the morning, the circle was dark at first glance, and was so excited that didn't fall asleep all night.
When he took the car keys with Cui Yi downstairs, Cui Yi laughed: "You are excited and haven't slept for half a month, aren't you sleepy?"
"All the passengers get on, and sleep when they get on the bus," said the first day of the first year, "that's called travel."
"Drive slowly, stop and rest when you see the rest stop," Cui Yi explained to Yan Hang, "I have already maintained the car... Actually, it's okay if I don't maintain it, right?
"I will fix it." I got into the car on the first day of the first day.
"It's great to be young, to be so shy," Cui Yi glanced at him with a smile, and patted Yan Hang's shoulder, "Did you bring your address?"
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.
"Pay attention to safety." Cui Yi said.
"I know." Yan Hang opened the door and got into the car.
"Besides driving safety, you should also pay attention to other safety." Cui Yi looked at him.
"Well, I know." Yan Hang nodded.
When the car drove out of the gate of the community, on the first day of the first day, he lowered the car window excitedly, put his head close to the window, and felt the moist warm air blowing on his face.
"Close the window," Yan Hang said, "I'm going to turn on the air conditioner, it's too hot."
"No." The first day said simply.
"Why?" Yan Hang glanced at him, "I'll blow you back on the high-speed hairline for a while."
"That's it, it's like traveling," Chu half squinted, "Hot wind, sunshine, back, running trees, and, radio and, and..."
On the first day of the first year, he turned his head to look at him: "with a couple."
Yan Hang laughed, reached out and turned on the radio station in the car, and randomly searched for a music station: "Is that so?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.
"Are you pretending to force Xiao Huangwen, a literary and artistic youth, to watch too much?" Yan Hang said, "Why didn't you include the hood on the car and the shock?"
"There is also the back of the car, the back seat." Chu Yi said.
"Damn," Yan Hang glanced at him, "I found out that you are really bad at learning. Did you learn from the gang of rascals in your dormitory?"
"No." Chu Yi rubbed his nose a little embarrassedly.
After the car drove out of the city, the cars on the road changed a bit. Many cars with suitcases drove past them, and many people went out to play in the summer vacation.
Looking at it all the way, it feels like a trip has started.
When a hot and humid wind blew into the car, Yan Hang blew a loud whistle towards the outside of the car window.
"Crazy." Chu Yi said with a smile.
"Happy." Yan Hang said.