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Chapter 104
He didn't have enough alcohol on the first day of the new year, but he knew that Yan Hang's drinking was not bad, so he was mentally prepared for Uncle Yan and Cui Yi's wine party, which even Yan Hang didn't dare to join.
But still didn't expect that the two of them could drink so much wine. The wine Yan Hang bought was gone, and the two of them drank iced black tea for a while.
When the two of them fell asleep one by one on the sofa, it was almost three o'clock in the middle of the night.
Looking at the mess on one table and one place, the first day of the first lunar month, who had the soul of a long-term worker, was a little sleepy and didn't want to move.
"Never mind," Yan Hang sat against the wall on the bay window, his legs swaying back and forth, "I'll clean up tomorrow."
"...Stay away, clean up," the first day of the first year stood up after hesitating for a while, "If someone gets up in the middle of the night, whoever gets up and goes to the toilet, then falls again."
"You really are." Yan Hang smiled and jumped down from the bay window, "Okay, I'll help you."
"Why, how can you help me," the first day of the first year snorted, "there is no rule, it must be my job, ah."
"I'm with you," Yan Hang said, "right?"
"Yeah." Chu nodded.
In this area, Yan Hang basically followed two steps, put away a plate on the first day of the first year, put a spoon on it, picked up a bowl, and put a cup on top of it.
When he finished cleaning up and started sweeping the floor, he sat back on the bay window, and the "Together" activity was over.
On the first day of the first year, he glanced at him while sweeping the floor: "You used to..."
"I used to take turns to clean up with my dad, throw it away first, and then do it when I have time." Yan Hang interrupted him and answered neatly.
"Then..." Chu Yi said again, but was interrupted again.
"Later, I didn't fire much here myself. Sometimes I used paper bowls and plates to eat and throw them away," Yan Hang said, "and then there will be you."
"...Oh." Chu nodded slightly.
In fact, no one cares, and Yan Hang cleans up himself. After all, he is a very particular person, but with him around, Yan Hang will definitely be lazy.
Life is hard.
I have to do all kinds of housework at home since was a child, and when grow up, have to do housework while going to work.
Those who are not at work smoke on the bay window and watch the night view.
……Happiness.
The two people who were so drunk both slept until noon the next day, and when Yan Hang was hesitating whether to ask them to get up for dinner or just ignore it, Cui Yi got up.
"I'm off to the office." He went into the bathroom and washed his face.
"Going to the office with the smell of alcohol?" Yan Hang was stunned.
"Go back to take a shower, wash your hair, brush your teeth, change your clothes, and go to the office." Cui Yi said.
"Got it." Yan Hang laughed.
"Your dad probably slept until the night," Cui Yi glanced at the living room, "don't worry about him, eat by yourself."
"Want to get you something?" Yan Hang asked.
"No," Cui Yi said, "I'll just ask the assistant to order me a takeaway later."
"Do you have an assistant?" Yan Hang said.
"How many years have I been working, is it strange to have an assistant?" Cui Yi looked at him.
"No, it's mainly because I haven't seen it before," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad said he would be your assistant."
"Then I'll be sued for being unemployed," Cui Yi waved, "I'm gone, don't call me after dinner, I can't bear it."
"Yeah." Yan Hang smiled and nodded.
Dad's ability to adapt is very strong. From wandering around with his son, to hiding and chasing the murderer alone, to hiding in the detention center, and finally returning to an ordinary unemployed middle-aged man, the changes along the way seem to have no effect on him. What is the impact.
During the period when Yan Hang was thinking about his new job, his father had been living at Cui Yi's house.
It is said that the mentality is different, the world you see is different, and you have to watch it again.
Yan Hang had a hunch that this middle-aged old fox couldn't stay still.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for my father to go out, saying that he would go back to his hometown to have a look, and then go somewhere else.
Where is the other place, Yan Hang didn't ask much. Now that Dad goes out, he will no longer be afraid, but he will be a little reluctant.
"Come back and bring presents for you both." Dad took a duffel bag and stuffed clothes inside.
"You coax the child." Yan Hang said.
Dad smiled and said nothing.
He lives in Cui Yi's house, but all his clothes are put in Yan Hang's place. When he packs them up, he gathers them in the closet. It's still the same as before. Although they're all very fancy clothes, there aren't many in total. Just plug it.
After stuffing all the clothes, Dad pulled a few more pieces out of the bag and handed them to Yan Hang: "Help me hang them back."
Yan Hang glanced at him, smiled, and put the clothes back in the closet.
Dad still knows his thoughts quite well. The act of hanging up the clothes and not taking them all is like proving to himself that he will not leave without knowing the return date.
"I'll be back in about a month," Dad said, "you have time to help me find a room to rent, and I can't always stay at Cui Yi's place. He goes to the toilet every night and thinks I'm a thief. ."
"Old Cui has such a poor memory, how did he become a lawyer..." Yan Hang was a little shocked.
"He's never had anyone else in the house in his life," Dad said. "I guess he won't be able to adapt if I don't live for a year or two."
"Do you have any requirements for the house?" Yan Hang asked.
"Have you ever rented a room with me, White Eyed Wolf?" Dad asked, "How long has it been? Don't you remember?"
"I know, as long as you can live," Yan Hang said, "isn't it... different now?"
"Yes," Dad clicked his tongue and looked at him, "It's bigger than your Uncle Cui's house, higher than his house, better than his..."
"It's better to use the standard of being able to live." Yan Hang clenched his fists at him.
Renting a house for my dad is much easier than renting a house for his dad in the first year of junior high, because my dad has no money to spend, and his "legacy" has not been used up.
"I'll go to the property and ask about the property," said the first day of the first year. "It can be done here. It's best to rent it."
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.
In the first day of the new school, the efficiency of work was still very high. After finishing speaking, went directly to the property, and then asked about a house, which was four buildings away from them. The apartment size was similar, and it was one more room than Yan Hang's, but there was definitely no Cui Yi. The set is big, but on the first floor, there is a so-called yard of two square meters at the entrance.
"That's it." Yan Hang said on the phone.
"Aren't you going to have a look?" Chu Yi was stunned.
"What's there to see," Yan Hang said, "the buildings are quite new, and they even have a yard."
"Can that be called a courtyard, a courtyard..." Chu Yi sighed, "Just like the one upstairs and the one downstairs, with a railing as high as my leg, around it, hedgehogs can jump. past."
"Fart," Yan Hang laughed, "Have you seen the hedgehog jump in the garden downstairs?"
"I'll go take a look," said the first day, "you don't either, it's useless."
"Go away." After hanging up the phone, Yan Hang laughed for a long time, then stretched his head out the window to look at the "yard" downstairs.
It's not really a yard, you can walk back and forth in two steps, but you can put some flowerpots and grow some green onions... Yan Hang's thoughts drifted a little further.
Although the goal of buying a car has not been achieved, I still think about my house at this time.
When came back in the first day of the new year, had already seen the house and had an appointment with the landlord to sign the agreement.
"It's quite efficient." Yan Hang gave a thumbs up.
"I asked, I asked about this, the housing price in this community," Chu Yi looked at him, "it scared me to death."
"You can't buy one square meter with your two-month salary." Yan Hang said with a smile.
"Ah," Chu nodded slightly, "Is it because I earn too much, too little, or the house, the price is too low, are you sensible?"
"You've earned a lot," Yan Hang said. "Don't you have a lot of classmates who still can't earn money?"
"Well," the first day of the first year clicked his tongue, "such as Zhou, Chunyang classmate."
"He doesn't count, he doesn't live up to his expectations and chews on old stuff," Yan Hang also clicked his tongue, "but...I haven't heard you mention him for a long time?"
"If you want to drink vinegar, go straight to the kitchen and drink it in the room," said the first day, "why look for Chunyang."
"He doesn't have a surname." Yan Hang said.
"Why look for Zhou, Chunyang." Chu Yi said.
"Will you break the sentence?" Yan Hang said.
"You are stammering to us, do you want it? It's too high." Chu Yi said.
Yan Hang looked at him and waved at him after a while: "Come here, little dog."
"Why?" Chu Yi looked at him warily.
"Knead your head." Yan Hang said.
"Then what?" The first day of the first year was still very vigilant.
"Let your mother come over and rub your head! Where is so much nonsense." Yan Hang glared at him.
On the first day of the new year, he came over quickly and bowed his head and stabbed him.
Yan Hang hugged his head and rubbed it: "Sometimes I suddenly think you are cute."
"I think so too." Chu Yi said.
Dad did go back to his hometown this time, to be exact, Yan Hang's hometown. After all, Dad has neither parents nor mothers. Only he knows where his hometown is.
He replaced his mother's tombstone with a new one. The words on it were the same as before, that is, the name of Yan Hang was added to the person who erected the tombstone.
"I wanted to write about the Tomb of the Wild Ass," Dad said.
"Your daughter-in-law is going to come out and worry about you, she's crazy." Yan Hang said.
"I put all the things I put here in the tomb," Dad said. "It's a souvenir. I'll be a father again with my son in the future."
"Well." Yan Hang smiled.
"I'll be back early next month," Dad said, "before your birthday."
"Can you give me some normal gifts this year?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yes," Dad said. "Which year's gifts were not normal?"
"...Okay," Yan Hang sighed, "Just come back, don't worry about gifts."
Dad didn't tell him about his future itinerary, but he would call him every two or three days. Two times he heard the wind was very strong and the voice was very floating, like standing on the top of a mountain.
"I don't know where the waves have gone," Yan Hang gritted his teeth while flipping through his circle of friends to look at the current situation of his previous colleagues, "Why don't you take me with you."
"I'll take you, and you won't go either." The first day of the school was flipping through a book beside him.
He is going to take the primary certificate test at the end of the month, and he reads the book very hard every day, but every time he can catch up with his words, Yan Hang strongly suspects that he will not be able to pass the test this time.
"Do you have a holiday on November?" Yan Hang said, "I want to go out to play."
"I don't know, it's been so long on eleven." said the first day.
"I..." Yan Hang turned halfway through and saw a circle of friends posted by the former boss.
The boss hasn't posted a circle of friends for ten thousand years. If he hadn't been able to see him in his contacts sometimes, Yan Hang would have never added him as a friend.
The photo of the boss is a storefront that is being renovated. The area is not large, but it can be seen that it is a western restaurant. The text attached is to make your own western food.
"What do you think, the former boss?" I didn't know when I came over on the first day of the first year.
"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "it seems that he has opened a shop by himself."
"Envy?" Chu Yi asked.
"I don't envy," said Yan Hang, "you give me money to open a shop now, but I can't do it, I don't have enough experience, and I don't understand too much."
"So humble?" Chu Yi looked at him in shock.
"Do you think I'm as shameless as you?" Yan Hang said.
"You say it yourself, when you are handsome, you are not humble at all, you are humble." Chu Yi said.
"Let's tell the truth, what are you being humble about," Yan Hang said, "and I don't talk nonsense like you are blind, cute, cute."
"I don't, isn't it cute?" Chu Yi asked.
"Cute." Yan Hang turned his head and kissed him.
On the first day of the first day, he smiled, lowered his head and pointed to the mobile phone: "Do what belongs to you, your own... What do you mean?"
"I don't know," Yan Hang thought for a while, "He doesn't want to make customizations, right? He mentioned in the book that customers can control the taste they want to the maximum extent possible..."
"Do you want to go?" Chu Yi asked.
Yan Hang glanced at him, he was worthy of being his dog on the first day of the new year... Boyfriend, what he thinks a lot of times can be guessed without even a second on the first day of the new year.
"I'll ask first." Yan Hang said.
"Then ten, eleven will not, you can go out to play, yo." Chu put his chin on his shoulder.
"Yo fart, what kind of cuteness are you selling?" Yan Hang patted him on the mouth with a backhand, "People don't have to be recruiting people, and they don't have to be recruited by me... I'm not familiar with him, let's ask first. Say it again."
"Yeah." Chu nodded, "Don't be nervous."
Yan Hang glanced at him and laughed.
"If it were me, I would be nervous," the first day of the first year also smiled, "It's okay for a while, or a while, no."
"It's okay, you don't have to look for a job now," Yan Hang said, "don't be nervous."
The feeling of nervousness is not uncommon for Yan Hang, but usually he will not be nervous if he makes a phone call and asks about his work.
He glanced at the time and called the boss.
"Xiaoyan?" The boss answered the phone.
"It's me," Yan Hang smiled, "Brother Tang, good afternoon."
"Why did you remember to call me?" The boss's tone was still the same as before, quite serious.
"I saw the photo you posted." Yan Hang didn't go around.
"Oh, I got a shop with a friend," said the boss, "try out a new format."
"Is it mentioned in your book?" Yan Hang asked.
"You... have you really read my book?" The boss seemed a little surprised.
"I read it," Yan Hang said, "I will read it all after I get it."
The boss sighed: "You are probably the first assistant who has actually read my book."
"I set aside some time every day to read books," Yan Hang said, "I read your books as teaching materials."
The boss smiled, and after being silent for a while, he asked, "Do you want to come and try?"
"Well, I think it's very interesting." Yan Hang said.
"Then come and try it tomorrow, but I can't guarantee that I can use you," the boss said. "The store is not hiring now."
"It's okay," Yan Hang said, "I'll just study and study."
On the first day of the first day of the new year, I was a little bit more reckless. I met a customer who was more verbose than Li Xiao, and even gave him instructions. When changing the belt, I almost pushed him away and did it by himself. At first glance at that position, he knew that this person didn't understand farts. In order not to hurt him, his hand was severely strangled, and when he retracted it, his fingers were already purple.
"Why are you so careless?" The client was stunned when he saw it, and lost his previous enthusiasm.
"Go out." Chu Yi pointed to the door.
"Go get some water first," said the client.
"You go, outside," the first day of the first year still pointed to the door, "wait."
"Okay, okay," the customer turned and walked out, "Chongchong."
My fingers hurt like they had been chopped with a knife and dipped in hot sauce. haven't experienced this kind of pain for a long time on the first day of the new year. It's probably been too long since I've been beaten...
The last time changed the engine, foot didn't hurt so much.
He squatted on the side of the car, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of his finger, and then sent it to Yan Hang.
Looking at the time again, he felt that it was not suitable. At this moment, Yan Hang should be interviewing in the boss's shop... So he quickly re-issued another one.
-Do not bother me
"Have you watched too many Tianlei dramas?" Yan Hang called him an hour later, "Send a miserable photo with a sentence and don't mind me..."
When I thought about it on the first day of the first day, I couldn't help but feel happy: "I didn't mean it, I was afraid that you would be there for the interview."
"I'm just interviewing," Yan Hang said. "It's a hypocritical thing."
"Finished?" The first day asked, "How is it?"
"How did you do it with your hands?" Yan Hang didn't answer him, but sighed, "Last week you smashed your feet, and this week you smashed your hands. Isn't your auto repair casualty rate a little too high?"
"No one died." Chu Yi said.
"How did you do it!" Yan Hang said.
"The belt was clipped," said the first day of the first year, "no longer, it hurts."
"Come back and rub it for you." Yan Hang said.
"It will hurt, it will hurt to death." Chu Yi smiled.
"Then let the fuck come back and give you two more hits!" Yan Hang clicked his tongue.
On the first day of the first day, he laughed for a long time and did not speak.
"The boss asked me to go to work next week." Yan Hang said.
"Really?" Chu Yi's voice suddenly increased, "Go to work?"
"Well, their form is to set up a small table, and the guests sit there and watch, match the desired taste, and then make it, and it has to be delicious," Yan Hang said, "This is not really innovative. , but his guest is more involved."
"Listen, I don't understand." Chu Yi said.
"Next time you don't understand, please interrupt me in time to save me from talking so much." Yan Hang said.
"But hi, I like to listen to you and talk." Chu Yi smiled.
"Go away," Yan Hang said, "Come back and smash your hands."
People still have to work, even someone like Yan Hang who is used to being casual, can feel it on the first day of the new year. The news of going to work next week makes Yan Hang in a good mood.
He didn't even think about hitting his hand when he came back.
"Come here," Yan Hang beckoned to him while sitting on the bay window, "Apply some medicine."
On the first day of the first year, he walked up to him and stretched out his middle finger.
Yan Hang looked at him.
"It's the middle, the middle finger is injured." The first day explained.
"Then there's no need to put on such a standard posture," Yan Hang said, "I'll take care of you here now if I believe it or not?"
On the first day of the first day, he quickly stretched out his fingers.
Yan Hang took some cotton wool, poured some medicine from a small bottle, and wiped it on his fingers.
"What medicine?" Chu Yi asked.
"Don't ask every time," Yan Hang said, "I told you last time. I don't know. My dad didn't know which old liar got it from."
First sighed.
But this medicine is quite effective, at least it can reduce the swelling.
Fingers look less scary after a meal.
"Will you tell Uncle Yan if you don't tell me?" On the first day of the first day, he lay on the sofa with Yan Hang's legs on his back, and checked the recovery of his middle finger against the lamp.
"Can you do it, and tell your boyfriend's father with a finger?" Yan Hang said, "I was stabbed by someone and he didn't console me."
"I said! What I said is! You work! What you do!" Chu Yi put down his hand and sighed.
"He will be back in a few days," Yan Hang said. "Why are you in a hurry to tell him right now, just like a child who has 100 percent in the test and wants to tell his father."
"You let him have fun," said the first day of the first year, "just, if my son has anything, tell him immediately, how happy he is."
Yan Hang glanced down at him: "Childish."
"Then it's childish, childish for a while." Chu Yi said.
Yan Hang was silent for a long time, then took out his phone.
He doesn't seem to do anything to report his own affairs to his dad. Dad doesn't ask, and he usually doesn't take the initiative to say so.
Just like every time Dad disappears and reappears, he won't ask about Dad's whereabouts, nor will he report his situation during the time he disappeared.
It was first time to call father after got a job, and felt a little uncomfortable, but somehow felt a little warm.
"Dear Prince," Dad answered the phone quickly, "miss me?"
"No," Yan Hang said, "I dialed the wrong number."
"Then this is fate, let's talk for a while." Dad said.
Yan Hang laughed: "Tell you something... Actually, it's nothing. It doesn't matter if you don't say anything."
"Tell me," Dad said, "let me hear it."
"I went to interview for a very interesting restaurant today," Yan Hang said, "I passed, and I will go to work next week."
"Really?" Dad's tone sounded quite normal, but Yan Hang was too familiar with him, so he was still happy. He didn't know if he was happy that he finally went to work again, or he was happy that he made a special call to talk about it.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled and told him the format of the restaurant, "It's very interesting, when you come back, call the first day of the first day and Lao Cui, come over and eat together, I'll make it for you."
"It's just in time for your birthday," Dad said.
"It's my birthday, come and sit there, and then I make something for you to eat?" Yan Hang asked.
"Yeah." Dad said.
"Whose birthday is it?" Yan Hang wanted to laugh.
"You," Dad said, "my son's birthday is Dad's Good Friday."
"...You gave birth to me for my mother, didn't you?" Yan Hang was happy.
"You got mad at me after she gave birth, and scolded me before she was in the delivery room," Dad said. "If she hadn't had the strength, she could come down and beat me, and I would suffer very much."
"Okay," Yan Hang said with a smile, "then I will serve you a meal on my birthday."
"That's right," Dad said.
After Yan Hang hung up the phone, he looked at him on the first day of the first day, and he almost heard what Uncle Yan said on the phone: "This, this birthday is very meaningful, small, Xiao Yan."
"Yeah Xiaochu." Yan Hang said, "It's enough to talk about it here. If you squeeze me again, I promise to hit you."
"Okay Xiaoyan." Chu nodded slightly.
The two looked at each other for a while and then laughed together. After laughing for a long time, Yan Hang patted him on the face, leaned his head back, closed his eyes and stretched his voice to let out a sigh of relief.