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Chapter 105
When Uncle Yan came back from playing around, he brought a lot of things and stuffed a newly bought large suitcase.
On the first day of junior high, Yan Hang squatted in front of the suitcase and watched.
"It's all gifts?" Yan Hang asked.
"Not all of them are gifts. Some of them are bought back and I don't know why." Uncle Yan said.
"Do you think you have a lot of inheritance and you need to use it quickly," Yan Hang looked at him, "out of revenge against me, don't you plan to leave some for me?"
"We've been outside for so many years, and we've never walked back," said Uncle Yan, "I feel the feeling of bringing something back."
"Do you feel it?" Yan Hang asked, "How do you feel?"
"I'm exhausted," Uncle Yan pointed to the suitcase. "All the luggage racks can't fit it. Putting it in the aisle can block the road. In the end, the flight attendant carried it to the exit door for me."
I laughed for a long time on the first day of the first day. For Uncle Yan and Yan Hang, who never have any luggage when they go out, this should have never been experienced.
In fact, he never felt it.
He went on a long trip from home to here, and since he had nothing to take with him, he had only a little luggage.
Yan Hang flicked the suitcase with his fingers: "Open it and see, what did you bring back?"
"Let's take a look." The first day of the first year also learned from him and flicked on the suitcase.
"Come on, let's see," Dad also crouched down, put the suitcase down, and opened the lid, "You two are pitiful, have you never experienced the feeling of someone at home bringing something back?"
"No," Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi, "You have it. Your aunt brought you something."
"Not quite, it's the same," Chu Yi smiled, "My aunt even called me, went out to give it secretly, came to see, and brought it when I saw it, and it felt different."
"Then let's feel it." Yan Hang rubbed his hands.
The three elders squatted around a suitcase together, waiting to see what was inside. This scene was actually quite silly, but Yan Hang didn't care about complaining about himself, so he found it interesting and even a little excited.
This kind of excitement, for him and the first year of the first year, was more than ten years late. For many people, there should be such a scene from memory.
"This," the first thing Dad took out after opening the lid was a bag, "the clothes I bought for the first year of junior high school."
"Ah! Thank you! Uncle Xie Yan, uncle," took it over excitedly on the first day of the first day, and immediately took it apart, "It's a T, T, T, T-shirt!"
"The size should be about the same. I bought it according to Yan Hang's number," Dad said. "You two are almost the same now."
"Yes," Chu nodded, "he's no, he's not growing anymore."
"Go away." Yan Hang glanced at him, then turned to stare at the box, "What else?"
"This is for you." Dad took out another bag, "It's also a T-shirt."
"Let me see, what is it..." When Yan Hang took it over, he opened the bag a little excitedly, and then froze for a while, "It's the same as the first year?"
"It's a couple's outfit," Dad said.
"... Isn't this kind of couple's outfit a bit wasteful?" Yan Hang looked at him, "We are wearing a mix of clothes, and now it's equivalent to two pieces of the same clothes for one person."
"Let the two of you wear the couple's clothes together. Who told you to take turns wearing them?" Dad said, "Did your IQ contagious on the first day of the first year?"
"No," the first day of the first year still held his T-shirt excitedly, "IQ is inherited, inherited."
Yan Hang laughed and sat down on the ground to play music.
Dad sighed and continued to take things out of the box: "This is the first year of junior high school."
"I still have?" The first day of the first day took it over in surprise, it was a pair of sweatpants, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..."
"Ah what, it's not over," Yan Hang patted him, "Are you so excited?"
"Di." Chu Yi said.
"...Is there mine?" Yan Hang turned to look at his father.
"Yes." Dad nodded.
When he saw the same bag in his hand, Yan Hang couldn't help but say, "Just say you bought a set of the same clothes for both of us?"
"Three sets." Dad stretched out three fingers, "How about it, I'm so funny, I just bought one set myself."
"Is it the same?" Chu Yi asked.
"Who wears the same clothes as you," Dad said, "I wear children's clothes."
"It's so cute." Chu nodded slightly.
"Continue." Yan Hang pointed to the box with a smile.
Dad doesn't know if he really doesn't have the experience of buying things for people, or if he's never serious. He and the first year of junior high school each got three sets of identical clothes with no difference in size, five pairs of socks for one person, to be exact. There are ten identical pairs of socks in two separate packages, and one pair of triad flip-flops of the same size per person.
"How?" Dad asked, looking at them.
"I like it." Chu Yi sat on the ground cross-legged and nodded vigorously.
Yan Hang has been having fun and never stopped.
"What else," Dad said, "are you still watching?"
"Come." Yan Hang said happily.
"It's not a good gift for the brothers," Dad said. "It's different."
The first one watched with interest.
"This is the first year of junior high." Dad took out a box.
"Razor!" said the first day.
"Yeah," Dad said. "Hey, lad, use a good one."
On the first day of the new year, he lowered his head and opened it, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. Yan Hang felt that this dog was really good to pass away, and he couldn't find his eyes when he received everything.
"I didn't?" he asked, remembering that Dad said it was different now.
"No." Dad replied.
"I don't have a beard?" Yan Hang asked.
"I think the one you're using is pretty high-end," Dad said. "There's no need to buy a new one."
"Then he also uses mine!" Yan Hang pointed to the first day of the first year.
"I don't know," Dad ticked his finger at Chong Chuyi, "give it back to me, I just took it to Cui Yi, I forgot to buy him something."
On the first day of the first day, he was stunned, and quickly put the razor behind him: "No."
Yan Hang and his father burst into laughter at the same time, he rubbed the head of the first year of junior high school: "Hey, well said, no!"
Dad bought Yan Hang a new pair of earphones, which he didn't expect. His earphones have been used for many years. Although they are good ones, they are somewhat old.
"You still use the old one, right?" Dad asked.
"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "I have been using it all the time and never thought of changing it."
"That's good, when I listened to the audition," Dad said, "it was shocking even before it was cooked."
"I'll try it later." Yan Hang nodded with a smile.
"The two of you won't be there anymore," Dad took out another box from the box and opened it, "Look at how beautiful it is."
It is a long glass vase.
According to the vase, it is very beautiful, and father's aesthetics have always been fine, but going out for a long walk and carrying a vase when come back makes people feel very magical.
But it's also possible that only Yan Hang thought it was amazing, because he expressed his surprise on the first day of the first year.
"You can put it in the house that you rented," said the first day of the school, "just right."
"Yes, I think so too." Dad nodded.
"What else?" Yan Hang looked into the box and almost bottomed out, "Where's my birthday present?"
"Is it your birthday today?" Dad looked at him.
"Three days later." Yan Hang replied.
"Then look at it in three days. Isn't that pile of things not enough for you?" Dad said.
"...Okay." Yan Hang smiled.
There are still some things in the box, all bought by my father, a vase, a few plates hanging on the wall, and a hat, the strange shape looks at the horror version of the night light that will definitely not sleep...
There is also a small jewelry box.
The father didn't show it to the two of them, but Yan Hang could see that it was a ring box. He took advantage of his father to try on clothes in the first year of junior high, and he quietly touched it and opened it, and it turned out to be empty.
Probably put this ring together with the gadgets from before.
The box was also brought back.
Yan Hang smiled. For Dad, the wild donkey should be someone he will remember in the next life.
After dropping a stack of magical gifts, Dad packed his clothes into a box and moved into his newly rented house.
The living environment has never been considered by Dad when he rents a house, but after all, this is a place where he has to live for a long time, and it is impossible for his son to buy him a house within a few years, so he still read it inside and out.
"Very good," Dad nodded. "The house is well-lit, and it's easy to get in and out."
"You can plant something at the door," Yan Hang said. "I asked on the first day of the first year. I can't plan the ground, but I can put flower pots."
"Grow something..." Dad looked at the two-square-meter open space at the door, "Put up a small shelf and bring Cui Yi's flowers here."
"Can you be kinder to your only friend," Yan Hang said, "it's not easy for him to take care of that little flower."
"I won't kill his flowers. He helps me raise my son, and I help him raise flowers. How fair." Dad said, "That's the decision."
"...Oh." Yan Hang nodded.
After Dad came back, he didn't go out again, and he went to Yan Hang to eat and drink.
After get off work, he called when he passed by the door of his father, and his father immediately came out to go back to dinner with him. Yan Hang felt a wonderful and down-to-earth feeling that he had never experienced before.
The work is going well so far. He originally thought that the boss would let him go to the back kitchen to try it first. After all, if something goes wrong in the front hall, the guests can see it at a glance, but the boss told him to stay in the front hall.
"After all, the image is good, and the kitchen is wasted." This is the reason for the boss.
His job is to help the guests cook Western food in the front hall. Sometimes the guests order him to cook, and sometimes he assists the guests to cook it by himself. However, in this way, it ends on time at 7:00 pm. At other times, the guests order food. The kitchen does it, and he can get off work after seven o'clock.
Life is like a solid repetition with Dad coming back.
The only thing that makes him a little speechless is that he has to cook for his birthday.
"Can we just go there and have a seat?" Uncle Yan sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked back at the first year of the first year, "Didn't they say they only have three such tables in total, do they still have to book it?"
At the beginning, he nodded a little: "Well, it's very hot, very hot, one is hard to find, all have to be lined up, lined up..."
"Don't be in a hurry to brag for him," Uncle Yan interrupted him, "We haven't made a reservation yet."
"Yan Hang is here to stay." Chu Yi smiled.
"You said I'd like toast with soy sauce or braised pork salad," Cui Yi said while looking at the navigation, "Can Chef Yan make it for me?"
"It's a big man, man," said the first day of the first year, "bullying the little one, child."
Cui Yi clicked his tongue: "Did you learn from Yan Hang, this cheeky one, on the first day of the first year?"
"Yes." The first day nodded sincerely.
When he was about to arrive at the restaurant, he took out his mobile phone on the first day of the first day of the first year, got on the account of brother Xiaotian, and posted a Weibo.
When Cui Yi parked the car in the parking space of the restaurant, he said, "I want to go straight, I will broadcast live."
Cui Yi and Uncle Yan sat up at the same time, one looked at the rear-view mirror and the other turned down the mirror of the sun visor. They couldn't help laughing on the first day of the new year: "Not necessarily, I can photograph you both."
"Get off." Cui Yi opened the door and got out of the car.
"You won't be allowed to take pictures if you want to." Uncle Yan also got out of the car.
On the first day of the first day, got off the bus and entered the live broadcast room with brother Xiaotian's number.
"Anyone?" He pointed the camera to the ground.
- yes yes yes
- yes puppy
-Dog brother
- hello dog
- Please turn the camera around to face yourself or lift it up to face Xingtian, thank you
"Today is Xiao, brother Xiaotian is born, birthday," the first day of the first day followed Uncle Yan and Cui Yi to the restaurant, "I'm one year older, you can call me old, brother God."
-God
- Don't be like that, I'm several years older than brother Xiaotian
-My son is almost his age. . .
- Is it starting to get older now?
Looking up at the first day of the first day, Yan Hang came out of the restaurant and waved his hand at them: "I have reserved a table for you."
On the first day of the new year, the restaurant uniform that Yan Hang was wearing today was the best looking uniform that Yan Hang had ever seen, especially like the chief executive of a rich family.
...What's so good about the Chief Executive?
I don't know, but it looks good anyway.
In fact, it is a suit, black, Yan Hang has a slender figure, and it is very eye-catching when he wears it.
"Brother Xiaotian is very handsome today." He whispered.
-? ? ? stop stuttering
- no stutter
- He was so handsome that he could speak quickly! !
-. . . . I always thought it was so handsome that I stuttered when I spoke.
"Why?" Yan Hang glanced at him.
"Live," he said. "Want a mouth, a mask?"
"No," Yan Hang smiled, "Go, go in."
There are quite a lot of people in the restaurant. In addition to the three tables for custom-made western food, there are also many booths, all of which are almost full, and the guests next to them will also look at the custom-made table.
After sitting down on the first day of the new year, suddenly understood why the boss let Yan Hang stay in the front hall.
He does a good job of cooking, his movements are also very handsome, and the people are very handsome. Where can you find such a chef.
"Welcome," Yan Hang stood beside the table, put his hands on the table, and looked at them, "Thank you for coming over and letting me cook for you on my birthday."
"You're welcome." Uncle Yan said.
"This is what we should do." Cui Yi said.
-Hahahahahahahaha is this uncle?
- I'm so nervous, it seems that there are elders there
-Sit up straight
- are we going to meet the parents
- hello uncle
- hello uncle, hello second uncle
On the first day of the first day, he held his chin, looked at Yan Hang, slowly lifted the phone up, patted Yan Hang's leg all the way to his face, and then stopped.
On the screen, the ladies and sisters began to frantically swipe the screen. On the first day of the first year, Yan Hang's face could hardly be seen, and they almost didn't recognize the characters ah and handsome.
I feel like my phone can't handle it.
"Can I make a soy sauce toast?" Uncle Yan asked.
On the screen, the ladies and sisters who had just recovered their strength with great difficulty suddenly filled the screen with haha ββagain.
"Okay," Yan Hang said, "I made it, do you want to eat it?"
"He eats." Uncle Yan pointed to Cui Yi.
The first day laughed, hands were shaking a little.
"I want to eat pizza covered with cheese," Cui Yi said, "put bacon and black pepper, nothing else, the important thing is to have more cheese and cover it... I've always wanted to eat it like this, but no restaurant can Don't do it."
"You said it earlier," Yan Hang smiled, "I can do it for you at home."
- i want to eat it too
-hungry
- gosh i always wanted to eat cheese and nothing else
"Okay, Uncle Cui's whole cheese pizza," Yan Hang turned to look at Uncle Yan, "your miso toast?"
"Roasted steamed buns," said Uncle Yan, "with pork chops, okay?"
"...Okay." Yan Hang nodded, then looked over to the first day of the first year.
When I looked at Yan Hang's eyes in the camera on the first day of the first day, I felt that I was the same as the young ladies on the screen, and I suddenly felt that my heart was racing.
- my god, if she really looked at me this way, i wouldn't be able to stand
-it's me
-You guys have a lot of promise, stand up bravely, brother Xiaotian is watching me! ! ! ! our dog!
- is the dog ok?
-It should be fine, the hand is still steady and not shaking
-After all, there are uncles and uncles
- Please be dignified and leave a good impression on the two uncles
- the two uncles don't even look at us, okay?
-so. . . . .
- I'm going to blow up, it's so handsome, I like the look of brother Xiaotian ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !
"What do you want to eat?" Yan Hang hooked the corners of his mouth while looking at the first day.
-eat you
- of course you
-reserved!
- Brother dog wants to eat Xiaotian
On the first day of the first day of the new year, the young ladies almost blurted out the phrase "eat you", and then stopped after gritting their teeth: "Little, puppy toast."
"What?" Yan Hang looked at him.
"Puppy toast." Chu Yi said.
-Mom hahahahahahahaha
-Puppy's exclusive toast
-I'm going to order an oxygen machine
- I'll hit the table and give myself artificial respiration, after all, I'm poor
Yan Hang's eyes are indeed very good-looking, and he was a little ecstatic when he first saw it.
In fact, he hadn't seen Yan Hang like this for a long time. He was busy going to and from get off work every day and felt that his life was very fulfilling.
Life has been monotonous and warm.
Occasionally, when he suddenly looked up at Yan Hang face to face with another mentality like now, he would suddenly get excited again.
No matter how long it takes, no matter how familiar it is, no matter how boring it is to get along, Yan Hang will still bring three layers of excited goose bumps in his heart.
When did the live broadcast quit, couldn't figure it out on the first day of the first year. Anyway, when Yan Hang started to make puppy toast, his mobile phone had been lying face down on the table for a long time.
I'm so sorry ladies.
"You puppy toast just make a dog out of toast?" Uncle Yan said.
"Otherwise?" Yan Hang sighed, "I just squeezed a dog's head bun for him, how do I know what the hell a puppy toast is."
"Puppy spinning silk is spider spirit." Cui Yi said.
On the first day of the first day, I laughed for a while: "Puppy spit, toast is small, puppy eats toast, puppy eats it, and eats it, it's called small, dog toast."
"You are also a large dog now." Uncle Yan said.
When he heard Uncle Yan's voice, he suddenly regained his senses on the first day of the first year, took a sip, coughed for a long time, and his face turned red.
Half is coughing, half is feeling a little ashamed.
He probably had some kind of eye problem. He could only see Yan Hang on the opposite side, but he didn't see Uncle Yan and Cui Yi on both sides at all. Thinking that he was thinking about Yan Hang all over his head, and the words he said while pretending to be cute, all of a sudden I want to get under the table.
Yan Hang mixed the cream and ice cream and poured it on the toast, and then pushed the plate to the first day of the first year: "Eat it, puppy."
I took a photo on the first day of the first day, then grabbed the fork and ate it hard.
Yan Hang wanted to laugh a little, but he probably came to his senses. Even if he had nothing to eat at the moment, he couldn't lift his head on the first day of the first year.
"You get something to eat, too," Dad said as he ate.
"I'm at work," Yan Hang said, "how to eat."
"...So pitiful?" Dad glanced at him, "Is it the same as usual? You're done and watch others eat?"
"I'll walk away when I'm done," Yan Hang said. "Today I can't help but stand here and watch you eat."
"You can go away now," Cui Yi said, "it's all right."
"Uncle," Yan Hang looked at him, "I'm waiting for my birthday present."
"Oh yes," Cui Yi quickly touched his pocket, "I almost forgot."
He put a red envelope in front of Yan Hang: "Happy birthday."
"Thank you Uncle Cui." Yan Hang picked up this simple and rude red envelope and put it in his pocket.
"Come on," Dad stretched his hand into his pocket, "this time the birthday present is absolutely normal."
Yan Hang looked at him, he took out a small jewelry box from his pocket and handed it over.
This is the jewelry box I saw in the suitcase that day. It was empty at the time. Yan Hang took it and said, "This is not..."
"Did you peek at it?" Dad said. "It's on the lower floor."
Yan Hang glanced at his father: "How many eyes have you grown?"
"Two." Dad snorted, "I brought you up, I know what you think, see, do, and do."
Yan Hang smiled and opened the box.
The box was still empty, and he took up the small partition in the middle according to his father's instructions. Below it was a silver pendant with a black rope.
It looked very ordinary, but when Yan Hang picked it up, he could see that the pendant had two fingers hooked together, the same gesture as when he was a child when he pulled the hook and hung it for a hundred years.
He looked at Dad.
"I did." Dad said.
"What did you do?" Yan Hang was very skeptical, "I can still believe it if you say it was done in the first year of junior high school. When did you have this skill?"
"I asked a master to customize it, I drew the picture and knocked it twice," Dad said, "so I made it."
Yan Hang laughed and looked at the pendant in his hand: "What does it mean?"
"No," Dad said, "I just hope you're all well."
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded and looked at the first day of the first year.
On the first day of the first day, he suddenly stood up and picked up his bag from the chair.
"Why?" Yan Hang asked, "Are you going?"
"Come out, come out," the first day looked a little embarrassed, "I will send it outside, I will give you a gift."
"Ouch," Cui Yi smiled and looked at his father, "We should go out."
"Don't go out," Dad said. "Let them both go out."
"Let's go." Yan Hang smiled.
On the first day of the first day, carrying the bag in front of him, he walked out of the restaurant. Yan Hang confessed to his colleagues and followed him out.
Going all the way to the corner, I stopped on the first day of the new year, looked around, and then pointed to a rockery fountain next to it: "There."
Yan Hang followed him again and watched him crouch down on the grass beside the fountain.
"Why are you here?" Yan Hang asked.
"The environment is good." On the first day of the first year, he pointed to the surroundings, "There are mountains, water, grass, and grass."
"Okay," Yan Hang also crouched down next to him, "I'll see what kind of gift it is, and it needs such a good environment to see it."
"I made it myself," Chu Yi carefully took out a shoebox-sized box from his bag, "I can't do it, it's not very good."
"It's okay, I like whatever it is made of." Yan Hang said.
"We want to buy, but buying a house may not be easy," he said in a low voice, putting the first box on the grass, while removing the wrapping paper on it, "It's estimated to be good, many years, so..."
The first wrapping paper was opened.
Yan Hang was stunned when he saw what was inside.
This is a model of a small house. From the top and side, you can see various furnishings in the house, tables and chairs, cabinets, beds, sofas, and even small vases on the coffee table.
"Three rooms, two rooms, two halls," the first day of the first year pointed to the model, "I made the bedroom, study, guest room, and furniture, but I didn't do it well, and the door of the cabinet could not be opened."
Yan Hang didn't speak, and looked at the model.
"Small decorations, decorations are not made by me, but bought," said the first day of the first year, "I've picked a lot of them, and I'm too picky. I don't know what style and style you like."
"Yeah." Yan Hang responded, feeling a little tight in his throat.
"Before you can afford to buy a house," the first day turned his head to look at him, "just use this first, right? You are happy, tell me if you like it, and I will add it."
"Yeah." Yan Hang nodded.
"If you want to expand, you can also add it." Chu Yi said.
"I think this is big enough," Yan Hang said. "Can you add a small sofa in the bedroom?"
"Okay," said the first day with a smile, "I know how to do the sofa."
"There's a hood in the kitchen." Yan Hang said.
"Oh yes," took a first look, "I forgot..."
"The first day of the first year," Yan Hang gently poked his chin with his finger, "Thank you."
"Happy birthday." Chu Yi said.
"I am very happy with you." Yan Hang leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
(End of text)
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