On the first day of the first year, was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

He didn't know how long it would take for a father and son who had not seen each other for many years and had two murders in the middle of a long-distance reunion, how long it usually took to talk and calm down.

He was ready for a good night's sleep first.

However, as soon as he closed his eyes, before he was ready to fall asleep, the bedroom door was pushed open and Yan Hang walked in.

"What?" He sat up.

"Did you save Xiao Li's phone number?" Yan Hang looked at his phone, "I remember that I saved it too, but I can't find it."

"I have," Chu Yi took out his phone, "what do you want to do?"

"Let him bring in some more barbecue," Yan Hang said, "and beer, which is not enough for the three of us to eat."

"I'll call, let's call," opened the phone book at the beginning of the day, "you chat with Uncle Yan, chat."

"He went to take a shower," Yan Hang said, "I'll get him a suit."

"Take that set of celebrations, to celebrate being released from prison, to get a new life, and to be a man's uniform, right?" said the first day of the first year.

"You fucking owe it," Yan Hang smiled and turned to look at him, "Did you buy the big thick needle?"

"No, I thought about it, I thought about it," said the first day, "Domestic violence offenders, breaking the law, can't know the law, the law."

"Fuck off." Yan Hang opened the wardrobe door and took out a set of clothes.

He bought this together with the first day of the first year of junior high school. On the first day of the first day of the first year, he saw his father outside the court and said that his body had not changed from before, so he bought it according to the previous size, which should be quite suitable.

When buying clothes, he also had a dispute with the color and style of the clothes in the first year of junior high school. He wanted to buy some colors in the first year of junior high school, saying it was festive, but Yan Hang insisted on buying plain and low-key ones according to his father's style.

Fortunately, didn't listen to the first year of the first year. My father's current hairstyle is matched with a bright yellow color that was picked by the first year of the first year...I think it is very exciting.

Everything has changed in this dog, but his aesthetics haven't improved a bit.

Dad was shirtless researching the body wash when he took the clothes to the bathroom for Dad.

"You want to wash with cold water, right?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well, it's not as squeamish as you are," Dad said. "Is this the same bottle of shower gel I used when I left?"

"What do you think?" Yan Hang was helpless.

Dad laughed twice.

Yan Hang didn't speak, but saw the scar on his father's waist and stomach.

At a glance, you can tell that the stab is deep, and even if it is completely healed, the marks of the knife edge can still be seen clearly, and every scar is deeply sunk into the flesh.

He hadn't read his father's injury report, but Cui Yi told him that the injury was very serious, and two cuts caused damage to organs, but looking at it this way, Yan Hang felt that any cut could hurt organs.

"It's all right," Dad said with a smile, knowing what he was looking at, putting his clothes on the shelf, "it doesn't matter anymore."

"No influence and no influence are still different." Yan Hang said.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Dad said again.

Yan Hang smiled.

Xiao Li's barbecue delivery was very fast, probably because he was close and acquaintances, the two grilled pork skewers and beer were delivered quickly.

On the first stove and pot stand, Yan Hang and Chu Chu had everything set up, and Yan Hang went into the kitchen again to get a piece of butter.

"It seems like I haven't eaten barbecue for a long time," Dad came out of the bathroom, "I almost forgot what it smells like."

"Little Li's BBQ at the door," Yan Hang glanced at him, the new clothes were quite suitable, and even any clothes with this head shape gave off an air of release from prison, "It tastes good."

"Can I drink some wine now on the first day of the first year?" Dad sat down and looked at the first day of the first year, "I used to take a sip."

"Now I can lick, lick twice." Chu Yi said.

"Then lick it." Dad smiled and picked up the cup in front of him.

The three of them sipped their wine glasses together and took a big sip.

"Didn't you have a meal with Lao Cui when you came out today?" Yan Hang put a piece of butter in the pot, and then put the meat skewers in and slowly processed it, "It's too boring."

"I have a lot of time to eat with him," Dad said. "I've seen him for a while, and I don't feel like seeing him again after a long time. Let's catch up with the two of you first."

I didn't talk too much on the first day of the first day, so just sat on the side and listened to Yan Hang and Uncle Yan chatting.

This kind of feeling is like going back to the past, he didn't want to go home to eat, so he went to Yan Hang's house to eat.

"Those two," Yan Hang took out the processed meat skewers and put them on a plate, "how did you find them?"

"Let's ask," said Uncle Yan. "As long as people are alive, they can't be without traces, and they can always be found."

"How to inquire?" Yan Hang asked again.

"Snakes have snakes, rats have a rat's way," Uncle Yan took a sip of beer, "It's hard to find people like this with a case on their back, but it's hard to find them, and they are especially good at hiding, but it's easy to find them. It’s easy to find, the more you want to hide, the more unreasonable places will be.”

Uncle Yan said it very easily, always smiling, but he didn't reveal a word of the specific content.

After so many years, there is always some bitterness that I don't want my precious son to know, although the unease caused by not knowing anything is quite unfair to Yan Hang.

Yan Hang could hear that his father was reluctant to say these things. In fact, he just asked casually. He didn't necessarily want to know these things.

"I went back once before," Yan Hang said, "I went to the cemetery at the address Lao Cui gave me."

"No wonder you know I'm taking pictures." Dad laughed.

"Do you have to go again?" Yan Hang said, "Report to my mother, the mission is complete."

"Let's talk about it," Dad sighed, "I don't always go there. Every time I go, I feel like she shouldn't thank me, maybe she even thinks that I'm insane."

"You can go and have a look," Yan Hang thought for a while, "My brothers are the owner of that shop, and I still remember you."

"Is he an old man now?" Dad said. "Is the restaurant still open?"

"No, I'm tired, so I changed it into a miscellaneous shop." Yan Hang said.

"It's been so many years in a blink of an eye," Dad sighed. "People really say that they're gone in their entire lives. Some people don't do anything in their lives, and some people do one thing in their lives."

Yan Hang didn't speak, picked up the glass and drank the remaining half of the beer.

"How is your father?" Uncle Yan turned his head and asked.

I just stuffed meat into my mouth on the first day of the new year, and swallowed it quickly: "It's good, now... I'm here, over here."

"Have you changed jobs?" Uncle Yan asked.

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

"I thought he would call the police at that time," Uncle Yan smiled, "I didn't expect to run away."

"He's timid." Chu Yi sighed.

"You didn't follow him," Uncle Yan reached out and patted him on the shoulder, "it's really good, you're very daring, and you dare to show me there holding hands and a pestle. I'll see if you two want to stay longer. Then hold hands and do a circle dance."

In the first half of the first day of the new year, he didn't respond. When he came to his senses and realized what Uncle Yan said, he suddenly felt as if he had been hung in the oven, and it burned from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Gumbling.

"...Who showed it to you!" Yan Hang was drinking beer next to him, and choked when he heard this.

"It looks like a show," said Uncle Yan.

On the first day of the first year, didn't know what to say at this moment. When an old fox like Uncle Yan talks with a smile, no one can tell whether his smile is real or fake, and his tone is very calm.

But at this time, he couldn't let Yan Hang take care of things alone. He had to say something. He was praised just now for not following his father's cowardice.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Uncle Yan was stunned for a while, watching him without speaking.

"I'm sorry shit," Yan Hang pinched on his arm, "Who are you sorry for?"

"No, I know." The first time paused, and didn't even think about who was sorry. "Generally, there are two people on TV. People go there, kneel, say yes, I can't afford it."

Uncle Yan couldn't help laughing out loud: "The momentum of talking on the first day of the first day has not changed at all."

On the first day of the first year, he smiled embarrassedly.

"It's about this anyway," Yan Hang estimated that he was still a little embarrassed, and cleared his throat, "That's it, if you have an opinion or not, it won't change anything."

"I have no opinion," Uncle Yan smiled, lit a cigarette, and looked at Yan Hang, "I said before, you can do whatever you want, I haven't given you anything, and I'm not qualified to ask you anything. , I just want you to be as comfortable as possible."

Yan Hang didn't speak.

"Guilty," said Uncle Yan. "Although it is useless to feel guilty, it is impossible not to feel guilty."

Yan Hang filled the three glasses with wine: "I'm really good now, don't feel guilty, after all, I miss you every day."

"I want to cry." Chu Yi said.

"Where's my Band-Aid?" Yan Hang took it out of his pocket, "It's fine without a needle-stick."

On the first day of the first day, he smiled and touched glasses with him and Uncle Yan, and took a sip.

Yan Hang ate significantly more than usual today. He ate and drank while chatting. Maybe all the stress had dissipated at the moment, and he ate much more happily than usual.

He also ate a lot on the first day of the new year. He was embarrassed to look at the sign in front of him, so he took it and put it in the plastic bag next to it.

"What do you plan to do next?" Yan Hang asked Uncle Yan, "Do you want to rent a room?"

"Stay at your Uncle Cui's place for a few days first," said Uncle Yan, "I still have some places I want to go around... It's cold and I don't want to go out."

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "I guess you can't stay still."

"If you can't stay, you have to stay," Uncle Yan said. "There's no reason to run around now. I think I'll have a good rest for a few years after I've settled down, and then find a job."

"...How many years?" The first day of the first year couldn't help but ask.

"Let's be lazy for ten or eight years," Uncle Yan curled the corners of his mouth, "nibble you both."

This smile can finally be seen to be teasing him on the first day of the new year, and he sighed: "Yan Hangshi, unemployed, you two gnaw on me."

"Are you unemployed?" Uncle Yan looked at Yan Hang.

"What's so strange about me being unemployed," Yan Hang snorted, "I'm not unemployed all day long."

"That's different. I saw that you were doing really well at that time," Uncle Yan said. "I thought you were targeting the boss of your hotel."

Yan Hang laughed: "I've never met our hotel boss."

"If you are unemployed, you should be unemployed." Uncle Yan stretched his back. "Look slowly and bully the first year of the first year."

"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.

When the barbecue was almost finished and the wine was almost gone, an unfamiliar cell phone rang in the room.

"Mine." Uncle Yan took out a cell phone from his pocket.

"I put it out in the morning, and I immediately used my phone?" Yan Hang looked at him, "What about the new model?"

"Cui Yi cried and bought it for me," Uncle Yan said. "He won't get up on his knees unless he accepts it. The number is still the same as the original number... Hello?"

When first saw the mess on the table, didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but felt that didn't have to worry about anything anymore.

He listened to Uncle Yan's call and started to clean up the things on the table.

The call should have been from Cui Yi, and asked Uncle Yan to rub the floor over, not to delay his sleep.

"When did Lao Cui develop the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early," Dad stood up after answering the phone, "I don't have the key to his house, so I went over first, I'm afraid he won't open the door later."

"It's not too early to go to bed now," Yan Hang pointed to the clock on the wall, "It's half past one."

"For you, before three o'clock, it's considered an early bedtime," Dad smiled. "Are you still insomnia?"

"Occasionally," Yan Hang said, "it's been much better."

"Well," Dad nodded and put his arms around him, "If you're all right tomorrow, take me out for a walk."

"Call me when you wake up," Yan Hang said. "Usually I am woken up when I go to work on the first day of the new year."

Turned to look at him for the first time.

"I don't know if I go to bed early, but if I get up early, I will definitely get up early." Yan Hang said.

First sighed.

Yan Hang took his father all the way to the elevator of Cui Yi's building, and watched his father get into the elevator before turning around and going back to the house.

On the first day of the new year, the table has been cleaned up and the dishes are being washed in the kitchen.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Yan Hang leaned behind him, "I am sleepy as an insomnia professional."

"Tell me bad, and bad words will make you sleepy." Chu Yi said.

Yan Hang laughed: "Remember me."

"I'm early, get up in the morning, say it softly, the lighter you are, the better you can hear," said the first day of the first year, "let's focus on it, and say I'm noisy and wake you up."

Yan Hang didn't speak, and was always happy.

"My life is too, too difficult." Chu Chu put the washed pot on the shelf and turned around.

"It will be more difficult in a while." Yan Hang kissed him on the mouth.

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"I want a Japanese dog." Yan Hang kissed him again on the tip of his nose.

"You're not, no, no, you're not sleepy, aren't you?" The first day of the new year stuttered a lot, probably because the notice came too suddenly.

"I was sleepy at first," Yan Hang clicked his tongue, and put it on his neck and smelled it, "but smelling your body, I'm not sleepy anymore."

"I'm sweating, it smells like sweat," said the first day, "and it smells like alcohol."

"Waiting for you to take a bath." Yan Hang said.

"You don't wash it?" said the first day, "Do you think you eat one and barbecue at night, does it smell good?"

Yan Hang couldn't help laughing: "I wash it. If you think it's fine in the bathroom, we'll wash together. If you think the bed is stable, you should wash it first."

"...I'll wash first," said the first day, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I'll fall."

"Stupid." Yan Hang kissed him, "It's so cute."

After being scolded as an idiot, he obediently took a change of clothes to take a shower, and then sent him back to bed to cooperate with the Japanese dog. This is probably what he could do.

On the first day of the first day, closed the bathroom door, twisted the shower and snorted.

In fact, he didn't think about it for a day or two. After all, he had never had any communication with Yan Hang in this regard since he relied on 镚镚镚 Jing to take advantage of it last time, and he had been busy with all kinds of things. , Uncle Yan's matter has not been held in court, and I am not at ease in my heart.

After the trial, he waited for the result. Although he was always thinking about it, he was also afraid that Yan Hang would not be in the mood. If he left the court halfway because he was not in the mood, it would be very bad, and it would not be good for Yan Hang's physical and mental health.

tsk tsk.

The first time rubbed face.

For some reason, he clearly felt that he had been thinking about this for a long time, and all kinds of psychological preparations were in place, but now there is still a kind of inexplicable nervousness.

and sorry.

I don't know if it's nervous or afraid or nervous or afraid. On the first day of the first day of the first year, I felt that I could take this bath for 10,000 years. When he came out of the bathroom, Yan Hang was standing in the living room smoking a cigarette.

"You love me too much," Yan Hang said, "Did you detoxify yourself by the way?"

"...Go wash." On the first day of the first day, he turned and entered the bedroom.

When he saw what was on the bed, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Yan Hang: "Demonstration!"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, took his clothes and walked to the bathroom, "You can get to know my friends tonight."

In fact, the little friends, that is, condoms and lubrication that don't know when Yan Hang bought it, and... a press, press, massager next to it.

"Yan Hang." On the first day of the first day, he returned to the bathroom door and knocked on the door.

"Ah." Yan Hang responded.

"You are so shameless." The first day expressed his feelings.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hang asked.

"What is that, what is that!" said the first day.

"It's just a vibration," Yan Hang said inside, "don't be nervous, it won't go in."

Chu opened his mouth, gave up the conversation, turned back to the room, lay on the bed, tilted his head and looked at the shameless three-piece suit neatly arranged by Yan Hang on the bed.

After watching it for a while, felt a little curious.

He reached out and took the shameless three-piece old Xiao Zhenzhen, studied it, and turned on the switch.

The low hum and the vibration he felt in his hands made him blush, and after a tut, he turned off the switch, threw it back to the previous line, thought about it, and carefully placed it in its original position. , so that Yan Hang would not find out that he had moved.

I don't know where Yan Hang bought this stuff. haven't seen a courier box recently. Eighty percent of it was bought at the condom shop opposite. can't imagine the scene when Yan Hang walked into the store and picked these things. too grown up.

Yan Hang's bathing time was much shorter than his. When he opened the door and walked into the bedroom, he was full of wind. At first glance, he was completely drowsy and in high spirits.

"Little dog," Yan Hang walked to the bed, took off his shirt with a hand, jumped up and threw himself on top of him, "Come on, let my brother give him a kiss."

On the first day of the first day, he turned his head and let Yan Hang kiss him on the face.

"You are, have you been in a platoon, and have practiced your moves and moves?" asked the first day of the first year.

"Go away." Yan Hang said.

"As soon as you come in, you have to take off your clothes, why are you still wearing your clothes?" said the first day.

"Wait." Yan Hang said, and got off him again, flipping through the closet.

"What are you looking for?" Chu Yi turned around and asked.

"Find a bit," Yan Hang said, "I'm afraid you will suddenly want to guide me when I'm halfway through. I really don't want to beat you at this time."

The first day of the first day laughed: "Is it fun?"

"What?" Yan Hang asked.

"Always do it, hit me when I do it." Chu Yi said.

"Forget it," Yan Hang resentfully took out a belt from the wardrobe, and then took out a mask, "in the future, this item will be considered fun."

"Hey!" The first day of the first year was stunned, turned over and sat up, pointing to the belt in his hand in horror, "Just hit it with your hands, it's enough! It's still epithelium! The belt is pulling!"

"You tied your mouth," Yan Hang thought for a while, then turned around in the cabinet again, took out a thin scarf, and then threw him down with a slap, pressing it on top of him, ready to put the scarf on his face When tying it, he stopped again, "Should you call me brother first?"

"Huh?" Chu Yi looked at him.

"Call, brother Xiaotian." Yan Hang said.

"...Brother Xiaotian." The first day of the first year called out very honestly.

"My name is Brother Hang." Yan Hang said.

"Brother Hang." The first day followed him.

"It's so good," Yan Hang stroked the scarf, put it on his face, tugged it to show his nose, and tied a knot on the back of his head, "I'll listen to you."

"...Ow." On the first day of the first day, he didn't know what to say.

"Who the fuck?" Yan Hang reacted after a second with the tacit understanding he had with the first year of the first year.

Laughed at first.

Yan Hang didn't say anything, he lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the neck.

On the first day of the first day, I felt my breathing was a little tight, and I closed my eyes.

Although he had the upper hand last time, he suddenly realized that this kind of thing, it is obvious that people in the second round will be more likely to appear high-level.

With the person who takes the lead wading in front, all the details will become more perfect, and even the technical problem of how to feel better will be improved.

loss.

With such a comparison, Yan Hang was able to bear the title of an old driver immediately, and he was like a stupid dog.

First breath.

loss.

I was very unconvinced, but at the moment could only breathe, and after a few seconds of holding back, was excited and didn't know where to go.

There was only one word left in my head.

what.